Ulysses by James Joyce
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[10397]    The superior, the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth
[10398]    watch in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps. Five to
[10399]    three. Just nice time to walk to Artane. What was that boy's name again?
[10400]    Dignam. Yes. VERE DIGNUM ET IUSTUM EST. Brother Swan was the person to
[10401]    see. Mr Cunningham's letter. Yes. Oblige him, if possible. Good practical
[10402]    catholic: useful at mission time.
[10404]    A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his
[10405]    crutches, growled some notes. He jerked short before the convent of the
[10406]    sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the very
[10407]    reverend John Conmee S. J. Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his
[10408]    purse held, he knew, one silver crown.
[10410]    Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square. He thought, but not for
[10411]    long, of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by
[10412]    cannonballs, ending their days in some pauper ward, and of cardinal
[10414]    NOT HAVE ABANDONED ME IN MY OLD DAYS. He walked by the treeshade of
[10415]    sunnywinking leaves: and towards him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy
[10416]    M.P.
[10418]    --Very well, indeed, father. And you, father?
[10420]    Father Conmee was wonderfully well indeed. He would go to Buxton
[10421]    probably for the waters. And her boys, were they getting on well at
[10422]    Belvedere? Was that so? Father Conmee was very glad indeed to hear that.
[10423]    And Mr Sheehy himself? Still in London. The house was still sitting, to be
[10424]    sure it was. Beautiful weather it was, delightful indeed. Yes, it was very
[10425]    probable that Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach. O,
[10426]    yes: a very great success. A wonderful man really.
[10428]    Father Conmee was very glad to see the wife of Mr David Sheehy
[10429]    M.P. Iooking so well and he begged to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy
[10430]    M.P. Yes, he would certainly call.
[10432]    --Good afternoon, Mrs Sheehy.
[10434]    Father Conmee doffed his silk hat and smiled, as he took leave, at the
[10435]    jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun. And smiled yet again, in
[10436]    going. He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, with arecanut paste.
[10438]    Father Conmee walked and, walking, smiled for he thought on Father
[10439]    Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and cockney voice.
[10441]    --Pilate! Wy don't you old back that owlin mob?
[10443]    A zealous man, however. Really he was. And really did great good in.
[10444]    his way. Beyond a doubt. He loved Ireland, he said, and he loved the
[10445]    Irish. Of good family too would one think it? Welsh, were they not?
[10447]    O, lest he forget. That letter to father provincial.
[10449]    Father Conmee stopped three little schoolboys at the corner of
[10450]    Mountjoy square. Yes: they were from Belvedere. The little house. Aha.
[10451]    And were they good boys at school? O. That was very good now. And what
[10452]    was his name? Jack Sohan. And his name? Ger. Gallaher. And the other
[10453]    little man? His name was Brunny Lynam. O, that was a very nice name to
[10454]    have.
[10456]    Father Conmee gave a letter from his breast to Master Brunny Lynam
[10457]    and pointed to the red pillarbox at the corner of Fitzgibbon street.
[10459]    --But mind you don't post yourself into the box, little man, he said.
[10461]    The boys sixeyed Father Conmee and laughed:
[10463]    --O, sir.
[10465]    --Well, let me see if you can post a letter, Father Conmee said.
[10467]    Master Brunny Lynam ran across the road and put Father Conmee's
[10468]    letter to father provincial into the mouth of the bright red letterbox.
[10469]    Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled and walked along Mountjoy
[10470]    square east.
[10472]    Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c, in silk hat, slate
[10473]    frockcoat with silk facings, white kerchief tie, tight lavender trousers,
[10474]    canary gloves and pointed patent boots, walking with grave deportment
[10475]    most respectfully took the curbstone as he passed lady Maxwell at the
[10476]    corner of Dignam's court.
[10478]    Was that not Mrs M'Guinness?
[10480]    Mrs M'Guinness, stately, silverhaired, bowed to Father Conmee from
[10481]    the farther footpath along which she sailed. And Father Conmee smiled and
[10482]    saluted. How did she do?
[10484]    A fine carriage she had. Like Mary, queen of Scots, something. And to
[10485]    think that she was a pawnbroker! Well, now! Such a ... what should he
[10486]    say? ... such a queenly mien.
[10488]    Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the
[10489]    shutup free church on his left. The reverend T. R. Greene B.A. will (D.V.)
[10490]    speak. The incumbent they called him. He felt it incumbent on him to say a
[10491]    few words. But one should be charitable. Invincible ignorance. They acted
[10492]    according to their lights.
[10494]    Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North
[10495]    Circular road. It was a wonder that there was not a tramline in such an
[10496]    important thoroughfare. Surely, there ought to be.
[10498]    A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street. All
[10499]    raised untidy caps. Father Conmee greeted them more than once benignly.
[10500]    Christian brother boys.
[10502]    Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked. Saint
[10503]    Joseph's church, Portland row. For aged and virtuous females. Father
[10504]    Conmee raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament. Virtuous: but occasionally
[10505]    they were also badtempered.
[10507]    Near Aldborough house Father Conmee thought of that spendthrift
[10508]    nobleman. And now it was an office or something.
[10510]    Father Conmee began to walk along the North Strand road and was
[10511]    saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop.
[10512]    Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours
[10513]    that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter. He passed
[10514]    Grogan's the Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a
[10515]    dreadful catastrophe in New York. In America those things were
[10516]    continually happening. Unfortunate people to die like that, unprepared.
[10517]    Still, an act of perfect contrition.
[10519]    Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the
[10520]    window of which two unlabouring men lounged. They saluted him and
[10521]    were saluted.
[10523]    Father Conmee passed H. J. O'Neill's funeral establishment where
[10524]    Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade of
[10525]    hay. A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee and Father Conmee
[10526]    saluted the constable. In Youkstetter's, the porkbutcher's, Father Conmee
[10527]    observed pig's puddings, white and black and red, lie neatly curled in
[10528]    tubes.
[10530]    Moored under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee saw a
[10531]    turfbarge, a towhorse with pendent head, a bargeman with a hat of dirty
[10532]    straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a branch of poplar above
[10533]    him. It was idyllic: and Father Conmee reflected on the providence of the
[10534]    Creator who had made turf to be in bogs whence men might dig it out and
[10535]    bring it to town and hamlet to make fires in the houses of poor people.
[10537]    On Newcomen bridge the very reverend John Conmee S.J. of saint
[10538]    Francis Xavier's church, upper Gardiner street, stepped on to an outward
[10539]    bound tram.
[10541]    Off an inward bound tram stepped the reverend Nicholas Dudley
[10542]    C. C. of saint Agatha's church, north William street, on to Newcomen
[10543]    bridge.
[10545]    At Newcomen bridge Father Conmee stepped into an outward bound
[10546]    tram for he disliked to traverse on foot the dingy way past Mud Island.
[10548]    Father Conmee sat in a corner of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked
[10549]    with care in the eye of one plump kid glove, while four shillings, a
[10550]    sixpence and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his
[10551]    purse. Passing the ivy church he reflected that the ticket inspector
[10552]    usually made his visit when one had carelessly thrown away the ticket.
[10553]    The solemnity of the occupants of the car seemed to Father Conmee
[10554]    excessive for a journey so short and cheap. Father Conmee liked cheerful
[10555]    decorum.
[10557]    It was a peaceful day. The gentleman with the glasses opposite Father
[10558]    Conmee had finished explaining and looked down. His wife, Father
[10559]    Conmee supposed. A tiny yawn opened the mouth of the wife of the gentleman
[10560]    with the glasses. She raised her small gloved fist, yawned ever so gently,
[10561]    tiptapping her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled tinily,
[10562]    sweetly.
[10564]    Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car. He perceived also
[10565]    that the awkward man at the other side of her was sitting on the edge of
[10566]    the seat.
[10568]    Father Conmee at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the
[10569]    mouth of the awkward old man who had the shaky head.
[10571]    At Annesley bridge the tram halted and, when it was about to go, an
[10572]    old woman rose suddenly from her place to alight. The conductor pulled
[10573]    the bellstrap to stay the car for her. She passed out with her basket and
[10574]    a marketnet: and Father Conmee saw the conductor help her and net and
[10575]    basket down: and Father Conmee thought that, as she had nearly passed
[10576]    the end of the penny fare, she was one of those good souls who had always
[10577]    to be told twice BLESS YOU, MY CHILD, that they have been absolved, PRAY
[10578]    FOR ME. But they had so many worries in life, so many cares, poor
[10579]    creatures.
[10581]    From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at
[10582]    Father Conmee.
[10584]    Father Conmee thought of the souls of black and brown and yellow
[10585]    men and of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African mission
[10586]    and of the propagation of the faith and of the millions of black and brown
[10587]    and yellow souls that had not received the baptism of water when their last
[10588]    hour came like a thief in the night. That book by the Belgian jesuit, LE
[10589]    NOMBRE DES ELUS, seemed to Father Conmee a reasonable plea. Those were
[10590]    millions of human souls created by God in His Own likeness to whom the
[10591]    faith had not (D.V.) been brought. But they were God's souls, created by
[10592]    God. It seemed to Father Conmee a pity that they should all be lost, a
[10593]    waste, if one might say.
[10595]    At the Howth road stop Father Conmee alighted, was saluted by the
[10596]    conductor and saluted in his turn.
[10598]    The Malahide road was quiet. It pleased Father Conmee, road and
[10599]    name. The joybells were ringing in gay Malahide. Lord Talbot de Malahide,
[10600]    immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the seas adjoining.
[10601]    Then came the call to arms and she was maid, wife and widow in one day.
[10602]    Those were old worldish days, loyal times in joyous townlands, old times
[10603]    in the barony.
[10605]    Father Conmee, walking, thought of his little book OLD TIMES IN THE
[10606]    BARONY and of the book that might be written about jesuit houses and of
[10607]    Mary Rochfort, daughter of lord Molesworth, first countess of Belvedere.
[10609]    A listless lady, no more young, walked alone the shore of lough
[10610]    Ennel, Mary, first countess of Belvedere, listlessly walking in the
[10611]    evening, not startled when an otter plunged. Who could know the truth?
[10612]    Not the jealous lord Belvedere and not her confessor if she had not
[10613]    committed adultery fully, EIACULATIO SEMINIS INTER VAS NATURALE MULIERIS,
[10614]    with her husband's brother? She would half confess if she had not all
[10615]    sinned as women did. Only God knew and she and he, her husband's brother.
[10617]    Father Conmee thought of that tyrannous incontinence, needed
[10618]    however for man's race on earth, and of the ways of God which were not
[10619]    our ways.
[10621]    Don John Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. He was
[10622]    humane and honoured there. He bore in mind secrets confessed and he
[10623]    smiled at smiling noble faces in a beeswaxed drawingroom, ceiled with full
[10624]    fruit clusters. And the hands of a bride and of a bridegroom, noble to
[10625]    noble, were impalmed by Don John Conmee.
[10627]    It was a charming day.
[10629]    The lychgate of a field showed Father Conmee breadths of cabbages,
[10630]    curtseying to him with ample underleaves. The sky showed him a flock of
[10631]    small white clouds going slowly down the wind. MOUTONNER, the French
[10632]    said. A just and homely word.
[10634]    Father Conmee, reading his office, watched a flock of muttoning
[10635]    clouds over Rathcoffey. His thinsocked ankles were tickled by the stubble
[10636]    of Clongowes field. He walked there, reading in the evening, and heard the
[10637]    cries of the boys' lines at their play, young cries in the quiet evening.
[10638]    He was their rector: his reign was mild.
[10640]    Father Conmee drew off his gloves and took his rededged breviary out.
[10641]    An ivory bookmark told him the page.
[10643]    Nones. He should have read that before lunch. But lady Maxwell had come.
[10645]    Father Conmee read in secret PATER and AVE and crossed his breast.
[10648]    He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till
[10652]    A flushed young man came from a gap of a hedge and after him came
[10653]    a young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. The young man
[10654]    raised his cap abruptly: the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care
[10655]    detached from her light skirt a clinging twig.
[10657]    Father Conmee blessed both gravely and turned a thin page of his
[10665]    Corny Kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced with his
[10666]    drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. He pulled himself
[10667]    erect, went to it and, spinning it on its axle, viewed its shape and brass
[10668]    furnishings. Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to
[10669]    the doorway. There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and
[10670]    leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out.
[10672]    Father John Conmee stepped into the Dollymount tram on
[10673]    Newcomen bridge.
[10675]    Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed, his hat
[10676]    downtilted, chewing his blade of hay.
[10678]    Constable 57C, on his beat, stood to pass the time of day.
[10680]    --That's a fine day, Mr Kelleher.
[10682]    --Ay, Corny Kelleher said.
[10684]    --It's very close, the constable said.
[10686]    Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth
[10687]    while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a
[10688]    coin.
[10690]    --What's the best news? he asked.
[10692]    --I seen that particular party last evening, the constable said with bated
[10693]    breath.
[10699]    A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell's corner,
[10700]    skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and jerked himself up Eccles street.
[10701]    Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he growled
[10702]    unamiably:
[10704]    --FOR ENGLAND ...
[10706]    He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus,
[10707]    halted and growled:
[10709]    --HOME AND BEAUTY.
[10711]    J. J. O'Molloy's white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was
[10712]    in the warehouse with a visitor.
[10714]    A stout lady stopped, took a copper coin from her purse and dropped
[10715]    it into the cap held out to her. The sailor grumbled thanks, glanced
[10716]    sourly at the unheeding windows, sank his head and swung himself forward
[10717]    four strides.
[10719]    He halted and growled angrily:
[10721]    --FOR ENGLAND ...
[10723]    Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him,
[10724]    gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.
[10726]    He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head
[10727]    towards a window and bayed deeply:
[10729]    --HOME AND BEAUTY.
[10731]    The gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or two, ceased.
[10732]    The blind of the window was drawn aside. A card UNFURNISHED APARTMENTS
[10733]    slipped from the sash and fell. A plump bare generous arm shone, was seen,
[10734]    held forth from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps. A woman's
[10735]    hand flung forth a coin over the area railings. It fell on the path.
[10737]    One of the urchins ran to it, picked it up and dropped it into the
[10738]    minstrel's cap, saying:
[10740]    --There, sir.
[10746]    Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming
[10747]    kitchen.
[10749]    --Did you put in the books? Boody asked.
[10751]    Maggy at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling
[10752]    suds twice with her potstick and wiped her brow.
[10754]    --They wouldn't give anything on them, she said.
[10756]    Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked
[10757]    ankles tickled by stubble.
[10759]    --Where did you try? Boody asked.
[10761]    --M'Guinness's.
[10763]    Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table.
[10765]    --Bad cess to her big face! she cried.
[10767]    Katey went to the range and peered with squinting eyes.
[10769]    --What's in the pot? she asked.
[10771]    --Shirts, Maggy said.
[10773]    Boody cried angrily:
[10775]    --Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat?
[10777]    Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked:
[10779]    --And what's in this?
[10781]    A heavy fume gushed in answer.
[10783]    --Peasoup, Maggy said.
[10785]    --Where did you get it? Katey asked.
[10787]    --Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said.
[10789]    The lacquey rang his bell.
[10791]    --Barang!
[10793]    Boody sat down at the table and said hungrily:
[10795]    --Give us it here.
[10797]    Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl. Katey,
[10798]    sitting opposite Boody, said quietly, as her fingertip lifted to her mouth
[10799]    random crumbs:
[10801]    --A good job we have that much. Where's Dilly?
[10803]    --Gone to meet father, Maggy said.
[10805]    Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup, added:
[10807]    --Our father who art not in heaven.
[10809]    Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed:
[10811]    --Boody! For shame!
[10813]    A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down
[10814]    the Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed
[10815]    around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains,
[10816]    between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay.
[10821]    The blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling
[10822]    fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper
[10823]    and a small jar.
[10825]    --Put these in first, will you? he said.
[10827]    --Yes, sir, the blond girl said. And the fruit on top.
[10829]    --That'll do, game ball, Blazes Boylan said.
[10831]    She bestowed fat pears neatly, head by tail, and among them ripe
[10832]    shamefaced peaches.
[10834]    Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the
[10835]    fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red
[10836]    tomatoes, sniffing smells.
[10838]    H. E. L. Y.'S filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane,
[10839]    plodding towards their goal.
[10841]    He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch
[10842]    from his fob and held it at its chain's length.
[10844]    --Can you send them by tram? Now?
[10846]    A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the
[10847]    hawker's cart.
[10849]    --Certainly, sir. Is it in the city?
[10851]    --O, yes, Blazes Boylan said. Ten minutes.
[10853]    The blond girl handed him a docket and pencil.
[10855]    --Will you write the address, sir?
[10857]    Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her.
[10859]    --Send it at once, will you? he said. It's for an invalid.
[10861]    --Yes, sir. I will, sir.
[10863]    Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket.
[10865]    --What's the damage? he asked.
[10867]    The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.
[10869]    Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet. He
[10870]    took a red carnation from the tall stemglass.
[10872]    --This for me? he asked gallantly.
[10874]    The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with his tie
[10875]    a bit crooked, blushing.
[10877]    --Yes, sir, she said.
[10879]    Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches.
[10881]    Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse with more favour, the stalk of the
[10882]    red flower between his smiling teeth.
[10884]    --May I say a word to your telephone, missy? he asked roguishly.
[10890]    --MA! Almidano Artifoni said.
[10892]    He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.
[10894]    Two carfuls of tourists passed slowly, their women sitting fore,
[10895]    gripping the handrests. Palefaces. Men's arms frankly round their stunted
[10896]    forms. They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of the bank
[10897]    of Ireland where pigeons roocoocooed.
[10899]    --ANCH'IO HO AVUTO DI QUESTE IDEE, Almidano Artifoni said, QUAND' ERO
[10904]    --SACRIFIZIO INCRUENTO, Stephen said smiling, swaying his ashplant in slow
[10905]    swingswong from its midpoint, lightly.
[10907]    --SPERIAMO, the round mustachioed face said pleasantly. MA, DIA RETTA A
[10908]    ME. CI RIFLETTA.
[10910]    By the stern stone hand of Grattan, bidding halt, an Inchicore tram
[10911]    unloaded straggling Highland soldiers of a band.
[10913]    --CI RIFLETTERO, Stephen said, glancing down the solid trouserleg.
[10915]    --MA, SUL SERIO, EH? Almidano Artifoni said.
[10917]    His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly. Human eyes. They gazed
[10918]    curiously an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram.
[10920]    --ECCOLO, Almidano Artifoni said in friendly haste. VENGA A TROVARMI E CI
[10921]    PENSI. ADDIO, CARO.
[10923]    --ARRIVEDERLA, MAESTRO, Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand was
[10924]    freed. E GRAZIE.
[10926]    --DI CHE? Almidano Artifoni said. SCUSI, EH? TANTE BELLE COSE!
[10928]    Almidano Artifoni, holding up a baton of rolled music as a signal,
[10929]    trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. In vain he trotted,
[10930]    signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling
[10931]    implements of music through Trinity gates.
[10937]    Miss Dunne hid the Capel street library copy of THE WOMAN IN WHITE
[10938]    far back in her drawer and rolled a sheet of gaudy notepaper into her
[10939]    typewriter.
[10941]    Too much mystery business in it. Is he in love with that one, Marion?
[10942]    Change it and get another by Mary Cecil Haye.
[10944]    The disk shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased and ogled
[10945]    them: six.
[10947]    Miss Dunne clicked on the keyboard:
[10949]    --16 June 1904.
[10951]    Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny's corner and
[10952]    the slab where Wolfe Tone's statue was not, eeled themselves turning
[10953]    H. E. L. Y.'S and plodded back as they had come.
[10956]    Then she stared at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette,
[10957]    and, listlessly lolling, scribbled on the jotter sixteens and capital
[10958]    esses. Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. She's not nicelooking, is she? The
[10959]    way she's holding up her bit of a skirt. Wonder will that fellow be at the
[10960]    band tonight. If I could get that dressmaker to make a concertina skirt
[10961]    like Susy Nagle's. They kick out grand. Shannon and all the boatclub
[10962]    swells never took his eyes off her. Hope to goodness he won't keep me here
[10963]    till seven.
[10965]    The telephone rang rudely by her ear.
[10967]    --Hello. Yes, sir. No, sir. Yes, sir. I'll ring them up after five. Only
[10968]    those two, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool. All right, sir. Then I can go
[10969]    after six if you're not back. A quarter after. Yes, sir. Twentyseven and
[10970]    six. I'll tell him. Yes: one, seven, six.
[10972]    She scribbled three figures on an envelope.
[10974]    --Mr Boylan! Hello! That gentleman from SPORT was in looking for you.
[10975]    Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he'll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes,
[10976]    sir. I'll ring them up after five.
[10982]    Two pink faces turned in the flare of the tiny torch.
[10984]    --Who's that? Ned Lambert asked. Is that Crotty?
[10986]    --Ringabella and Crosshaven, a voice replied groping for foothold.
[10988]    --Hello, Jack, is that yourself? Ned Lambert said, raising in salute his
[10989]    pliant lath among the flickering arches. Come on. Mind your steps there.
[10991]    The vesta in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long soft
[10992]    flame and was let fall. At their feet its red speck died: and mouldy air
[10993]    closed round them.
[10995]    --How interesting! a refined accent said in the gloom.
[10997]    --Yes, sir, Ned Lambert said heartily. We are standing in the historic
[10998]    council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed
[10999]    himself a rebel in 1534. This is the most historic spot in all Dublin.
[11000]    O'Madden Burke is going to write something about it one of these days. The
[11001]    old bank of Ireland was over the way till the time of the union and the
[11002]    original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over
[11003]    in Adelaide road. You were never here before, Jack, were you?
[11005]    --No, Ned.
[11007]    --He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said, if my
[11008]    memory serves me. The mansion of the Kildares was in Thomas court.
[11010]    --That's right, Ned Lambert said. That's quite right, sir.
[11012]    --If you will be so kind then, the clergyman said, the next time to allow
[11013]    me perhaps ...
[11015]    --Certainly, Ned Lambert said. Bring the camera whenever you like. I'll
[11016]    get those bags cleared away from the windows. You can take it from here or
[11017]    from here.
[11019]    In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled
[11020]    seedbags and points of vantage on the floor.
[11022]    From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.
[11024]    --I'm deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said. I won't trespass on
[11025]    your valuable time ...
[11027]    --You're welcome, sir, Ned Lambert said. Drop in whenever you like. Next
[11028]    week, say. Can you see?
[11030]    --Yes, yes. Good afternoon, Mr Lambert. Very pleased to have met you.
[11032]    --Pleasure is mine, sir, Ned Lambert answered.
[11034]    He followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away
[11035]    among the pillars. With J. J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's
[11036]    abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut
[11037]    meal, O'Connor, Wexford.
[11039]    He stood to read the card in his hand.
[11041]    --The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. Present address: Saint
[11042]    Michael's, Sallins. Nice young chap he is. He's writing a book about the
[11043]    Fitzgeralds he told me. He's well up in history, faith.
[11045]    The young woman with slow care detached from her light skirt a
[11046]    clinging twig.
[11048]    --I thought you were at a new gunpowder plot, J. J. O'Molloy said.
[11050]    Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the air.
[11052]    --God! he cried. I forgot to tell him that one about the earl of Kildare
[11053]    after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. You know that one? I'M BLOODY SORRY
[11055]    INSIDE. He mightn't like it, though. What? God, I'll tell him anyhow.
[11056]    That was the great earl, the Fitzgerald Mor. Hot members they were all of
[11057]    them, the Geraldines.
[11059]    The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness. He
[11060]    slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried:
[11062]    --Woa, sonny!
[11064]    He turned to J. J. O'Molloy and asked:
[11066]    --Well, Jack. What is it? What's the trouble? Wait awhile. Hold hard.
[11068]    With gaping mouth and head far back he stood still and, after an
[11069]    instant, sneezed loudly.
[11071]    --Chow! he said. Blast you!
[11073]    --The dust from those sacks, J. J. O'Molloy said politely.
[11075]    --No, Ned Lambert gasped, I caught a ... cold night before ... blast
[11076]    your soul ... night before last ... and there was a hell of a lot of
[11077]    draught ...
[11079]    He held his handkerchief ready for the coming ...
[11081]    --I was ... Glasnevin this morning ... poor little ... what do you call
[11082]    him ... Chow! ... Mother of Moses!
[11088]    Tom Rochford took the top disk from the pile he clasped against his
[11089]    claret waistcoat.
[11091]    --See? he said. Say it's turn six. In here, see. Turn Now On.
[11093]    He slid it into the left slot for them. It shot down the groove, wobbled
[11094]    a while, ceased, ogling them: six.
[11096]    Lawyers of the past, haughty, pleading, beheld pass from the
[11097]    consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying
[11098]    the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the
[11099]    admiralty division of king's bench to the court of appeal an elderly
[11100]    female with false teeth smiling incredulously and a black silk skirt of
[11101]    great amplitude.
[11103]    --See? he said. See now the last one I put in is over here: Turns Over.
[11104]    The impact. Leverage, see?
[11106]    He showed them the rising column of disks on the right.
[11108]    --Smart idea, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. So a fellow coming in late can
[11109]    see what turn is on and what turns are over.
[11111]    --See? Tom Rochford said.
[11113]    He slid in a disk for himself: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop:
[11114]    four. Turn Now On.
[11116]    --I'll see him now in the Ormond, Lenehan said, and sound him. One good
[11117]    turn deserves another.
[11119]    --Do, Tom Rochford said. Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience.
[11121]    --Goodnight, M'Coy said abruptly. When you two begin
[11123]    Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.
[11125]    --But how does it work here, Tommy? he asked.
[11127]    --Tooraloo, Lenehan said. See you later.
[11129]    He followed M'Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.
[11131]    --He's a hero, he said simply.
[11133]    --I know, M'Coy said. The drain, you mean.
[11135]    --Drain? Lenehan said. It was down a manhole.
[11137]    They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming
[11138]    soubrette, smiled on them from a poster a dauby smile.
[11140]    Going down the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall
[11141]    Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole thing was. One of those manholes
[11142]    like a bloody gaspipe and there was the poor devil stuck down in it, half
[11143]    choked with sewer gas. Down went Tom Rochford anyhow, booky's vest
[11144]    and all, with the rope round him. And be damned but he got the rope round
[11145]    the poor devil and the two were hauled up.
[11147]    --The act of a hero, he said.
[11149]    At the Dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past
[11150]    them for Jervis street.
[11152]    --This way, he said, walking to the right. I want to pop into Lynam's to
[11153]    see Sceptre's starting price. What's the time by your gold watch and
[11154]    chain?
[11156]    M'Coy peered into Marcus Tertius Moses' sombre office, then at
[11157]    O'Neill's clock.
[11159]    --After three, he said. Who's riding her?
[11161]    --O. Madden, Lenehan said. And a game filly she is.
[11163]    While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with
[11164]    gentle pushes of his toe from the path to the gutter. Fellow might damn
[11165]    easy get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the dark.
[11167]    The gates of the drive opened wide to give egress to the viceregal
[11168]    cavalcade.
[11170]    --Even money, Lenehan said returning. I knocked against Bantam Lyons in
[11171]    there going to back a bloody horse someone gave him that hasn't an
[11172]    earthly. Through here.
[11174]    They went up the steps and under Merchants' arch. A darkbacked
[11175]    figure scanned books on the hawker's cart.
[11177]    --There he is, Lenehan said.
[11179]    --Wonder what he's buying, M'Coy said, glancing behind.
[11181]    --LEOPOLDO OR THE BLOOM IS ON THE RYE, Lenehan said.
[11183]    --He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said. I was with him one day and he
[11184]    bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. There were
[11185]    fine plates in it worth double the money, the stars and the moon and
[11186]    comets with long tails. Astronomy it was about.
[11188]    Lenehan laughed.
[11190]    --I'll tell you a damn good one about comets' tails, he said. Come over in
[11191]    the sun.
[11193]    They crossed to the metal bridge and went along Wellington quay by
[11194]    the riverwall.
[11196]    Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam came out of Mangan's, late
[11197]    Fehrenbach's, carrying a pound and a half of porksteaks.
[11199]    --There was a long spread out at Glencree reformatory, Lenehan said
[11200]    eagerly. The annual dinner, you know. Boiled shirt affair. The lord mayor
[11201]    was there, Val Dillon it was, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson
[11202]    spoke and there was music. Bartell d'Arcy sang and Benjamin Dollard ...
[11204]    --I know, M'Coy broke in. My missus sang there once.
[11206]    --Did she? Lenehan said.
[11208]    A card UNFURNISHED APARTMENTS reappeared on the windowsash of
[11209]    number 7 Eccles street.
[11211]    He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.
[11213]    --But wait till I tell you, he said. Delahunt of Camden street had the
[11214]    catering and yours truly was chief bottlewasher. Bloom and the wife were
[11215]    there. Lashings of stuff we put up: port wine and sherry and curacao to
[11216]    which we did ample justice. Fast and furious it was. After liquids came
[11217]    solids. Cold joints galore and mince pies ...
[11219]    --I know, M'Coy said. The year the missus was there ...
[11221]    Lenehan linked his arm warmly.
[11223]    --But wait till I tell you, he said. We had a midnight lunch too after all
[11224]    the jollification and when we sallied forth it was blue o'clock the
[11225]    morning after the night before. Coming home it was a gorgeous winter's
[11226]    night on the Featherbed Mountain. Bloom and Chris Callinan were on one
[11227]    side of the car and I was with the wife on the other. We started singing
[11228]    glees and duets: LO, THE EARLY BEAM OF MORNING. She was well primed with a
[11229]    good load of Delahunt's port under her bellyband. Every jolt the bloody
[11230]    car gave I had her bumping up against me. Hell's delights! She has a fine
[11231]    pair, God bless her. Like that.
[11234]    He held his caved hands a cubit from him, frowning:
[11236]    --I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the time. Know
[11237]    what I mean?
[11239]    His hands moulded ample curves of air. He shut his eyes tight in
[11240]    delight, his body shrinking, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips.
[11242]    --The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a sigh. She's a gamey
[11243]    mare and no mistake. Bloom was pointing out all the stars and the comets
[11244]    in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the jarvey: the great bear and
[11245]    Hercules and the dragon, and the whole jingbang lot. But, by God, I was
[11246]    lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At last she
[11247]    spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. AND WHAT STAR IS THAT, POLDY? says
[11248]    she. By God, she had Bloom cornered. THAT ONE, IS IT? says Chris Callinan,
[11249]    SURE THAT'S ONLY WHAT YOU MIGHT CALL A PINPRICK. By God, he wasn't far
[11250]    wide of the mark.
[11252]    Lenehan stopped and leaned on the riverwall, panting with soft
[11253]    laughter.
[11255]    --I'm weak, he gasped.
[11257]    M'Coy's white face smiled about it at instants and grew grave.
[11258]    Lenehan walked on again. He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his
[11259]    hindhead rapidly. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M'Coy.
[11261]    --He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, he said seriously. He's not one
[11262]    of your common or garden ... you know ... There's a touch of the artist
[11263]    about old Bloom.
[11269]    Mr Bloom turned over idly pages of THE AWFUL DISCLOSURES OF MARIA
[11270]    MONK, then of Aristotle's MASTERPIECE. Crooked botched print. Plates:
[11271]    infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered
[11272]    cows. Lots of them like that at this moment all over the world. All
[11273]    butting with their skulls to get out of it. Child born every minute
[11274]    somewhere. Mrs Purefoy.
[11276]    He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: TALES OF THE GHETTO
[11277]    by Leopold von Sacher Masoch.
[11279]    --That I had, he said, pushing it by.
[11281]    The shopman let two volumes fall on the counter.
[11283]    --Them are two good ones, he said.
[11285]    Onions of his breath came across the counter out of his ruined
[11286]    mouth. He bent to make a bundle of the other books, hugged them against
[11287]    his unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain.
[11289]    On O'Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment
[11290]    and gay apparel of Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c.
[11292]    Mr Bloom, alone, looked at the titles. FAIR TYRANTS by James Lovebirch.
[11293]    Know the kind that is. Had it? Yes.
[11295]    He opened it. Thought so.
[11297]    A woman's voice behind the dingy curtain. Listen: the man.
[11299]    No: she wouldn't like that much. Got her it once.
[11301]    He read the other title: SWEETS OF SIN. More in her line. Let us see.
[11303]    He read where his finger opened.
[11308]    Yes. This. Here. Try.
[11313]    Yes. Take this. The end.
[11320]    Mr Bloom read again: THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.
[11322]    Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yielded
[11323]    amply amid rumpled clothes: whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils
[11324]    arched themselves for prey. Melting breast ointments (FOR HIM! FOR
[11325]    RAOUL!). Armpits' oniony sweat. Fishgluey slime (HER HEAVING EMBONPOINT!).
[11326]    Feel! Press! Crushed! Sulphur dung of lions!
[11328]    Young! Young!
[11330]    An elderly female, no more young, left the building of the courts of
[11331]    chancery, king's bench, exchequer and common pleas, having heard in the
[11332]    lord chancellor's court the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the admiralty
[11333]    division the summons, exparte motion, of the owners of the Lady Cairns
[11334]    versus the owners of the barque Mona, in the court of appeal reservation
[11335]    of judgment in the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident and Guarantee
[11336]    Corporation.
[11338]    Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy
[11339]    curtains. The shopman's uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven
[11340]    reddened face, coughing. He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the
[11341]    floor. He put his boot on what he had spat, wiping his sole along it, and
[11342]    bent, showing a rawskinned crown, scantily haired.
[11344]    Mr Bloom beheld it.
[11346]    Mastering his troubled breath, he said:
[11348]    --I'll take this one.
[11350]    The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum.
[11352]    --SWEETS OF SIN, he said, tapping on it. That's a good one.
[11358]    The lacquey by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell
[11359]    twice again and viewed himself in the chalked mirror of the cabinet.
[11361]    Dilly Dedalus, loitering by the curbstone, heard the beats of the bell,
[11362]    the cries of the auctioneer within. Four and nine. Those lovely curtains.
[11363]    Five shillings. Cosy curtains. Selling new at two guineas. Any advance on
[11364]    five shillings? Going for five shillings.
[11366]    The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it:
[11368]    --Barang!
[11370]    Bang of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint.
[11371]    J. A. Jackson, W. E. Wylie, A. Munro and H. T. Gahan, their stretched
[11372]    necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the College library.
[11374]    Mr Dedalus, tugging a long moustache, came round from Williams's
[11375]    row. He halted near his daughter.
[11377]    --It's time for you, she said.
[11379]    --Stand up straight for the love of the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said. Are
[11380]    you trying to imitate your uncle John, the cornetplayer, head upon
[11381]    shoulder? Melancholy God!
[11383]    Dilly shrugged her shoulders. Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them
[11384]    and held them back.
[11386]    --Stand up straight, girl, he said. You'll get curvature of the spine.
[11387]    Do you know what you look like?
[11389]    He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his
[11390]    shoulders and dropping his underjaw.
[11392]    --Give it up, father, Dilly said. All the people are looking at you.
[11394]    Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache.
[11396]    --Did you get any money? Dilly asked.
[11398]    --Where would I get money? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin
[11399]    would lend me fourpence.
[11401]    --You got some, Dilly said, looking in his eyes.
[11403]    --How do you know that? Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.
[11405]    Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked, walked boldly
[11406]    along James's street.
[11408]    --I know you did, Dilly answered. Were you in the Scotch house now?
[11410]    --I was not, then, Mr Dedalus said, smiling. Was it the little nuns
[11411]    taught you to be so saucy? Here.
[11413]    He handed her a shilling.
[11415]    --See if you can do anything with that, he said.
[11417]    --I suppose you got five, Dilly said. Give me more than that.
[11419]    --Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus said threateningly. You're like the rest of
[11420]    them, are you? An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother
[11421]    died. But wait awhile. You'll all get a short shrift and a long day from
[11422]    me. Low blackguardism! I'm going to get rid of you. Wouldn't care if I
[11423]    was stretched out stiff. He's dead. The man upstairs is dead.
[11425]    He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.
[11427]    --Well, what is it? he said, stopping.
[11429]    The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs.
[11431]    --Barang!
[11433]    --Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him.
[11435]    The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his bell
[11436]    but feebly:
[11438]    --Bang!
[11440]    Mr Dedalus stared at him.
[11442]    --Watch him, he said. It's instructive. I wonder will he allow us to talk.
[11444]    --You got more than that, father, Dilly said.
[11446]    --I'm going to show you a little trick, Mr Dedalus said. I'll leave you
[11447]    all where Jesus left the jews. Look, there's all I have. I got two
[11448]    shillings from Jack Power and I spent twopence for a shave for the
[11449]    funeral.
[11451]    He drew forth a handful of copper coins, nervously.
[11453]    --Can't you look for some money somewhere? Dilly said.
[11455]    Mr Dedalus thought and nodded.
[11457]    --I will, he said gravely. I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell
[11458]    street. I'll try this one now.
[11460]    --You're very funny, Dilly said, grinning.
[11462]    --Here, Mr Dedalus said, handing her two pennies. Get a glass of milk for
[11463]    yourself and a bun or a something. I'll be home shortly.
[11465]    He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.
[11467]    The viceregal cavalcade passed, greeted by obsequious policemen, out
[11468]    of Parkgate.
[11470]    --I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said.
[11472]    The lacquey banged loudly.
[11474]    Mr Dedalus amid the din walked off, murmuring to himself with a
[11475]    pursing mincing mouth gently:
[11477]    --The little nuns! Nice little things! O, sure they wouldn't do anything!
[11478]    O, sure they wouldn't really! Is it little sister Monica!
[11484]    From the sundial towards James's gate walked Mr Kernan, pleased with the
[11485]    order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street,
[11486]    past Shackleton's offices. Got round him all right. How do you do, Mr
[11487]    Crimmins? First rate, sir. I was afraid you might be up in your other
[11488]    establishment in Pimlico. How are things going? Just keeping alive.
[11489]    Lovely weather we're having. Yes, indeed. Good for the country. Those
[11490]    farmers are always grumbling. I'll just take a thimbleful of your best
[11491]    gin, Mr Crimmins. A small gin, sir. Yes, sir. Terrible affair that
[11492]    General Slocum explosion. Terrible, terrible! A thousand casualties. And
[11493]    heartrending scenes. Men trampling down women and children. Most brutal
[11494]    thing. What do they say was the cause? Spontaneous combustion. Most
[11495]    scandalous revelation. Not a single lifeboat would float and the firehose
[11496]    all burst. What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a
[11497]    boat like that ... Now, you're talking straight, Mr Crimmins. You know
[11498]    why? Palm oil. Is that a fact? Without a doubt. Well now, look at that.
[11499]    And America they say is the land of the free. I thought we were bad here.
[11501]    I smiled at him. AMERICA, I said quietly, just like that. WHAT IS IT? THE
[11503]    fact.
[11505]    Graft, my dear sir. Well, of course, where there's money going there's
[11506]    always someone to pick it up.
[11508]    Saw him looking at my frockcoat. Dress does it. Nothing like a dressy
[11509]    appearance. Bowls them over.
[11511]    --Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things?
[11513]    --Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.
[11515]    Mr Kernan halted and preened himself before the sloping mirror of Peter
[11516]    Kennedy, hairdresser. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. Scott of Dawson
[11517]    street. Well worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it. Never built
[11518]    under three guineas. Fits me down to the ground. Some Kildare street club
[11519]    toff had it probably. John Mulligan, the manager of the Hibernian bank,
[11520]    gave me a very sharp eye yesterday on Carlisle bridge as if he remembered
[11521]    me.
[11523]    Aham! Must dress the character for those fellows. Knight of the road.
[11524]    Gentleman. And now, Mr Crimmins, may we have the honour of your custom
[11525]    again, sir. The cup that cheers but not inebriates, as the old saying has
[11526]    it.
[11528]    North wall and sir John Rogerson's quay, with hulls and anchorchains,
[11529]    sailing westward, sailed by a skiff, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the
[11530]    ferrywash, Elijah is coming.
[11532]    Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. High colour, of course.
[11533]    Grizzled moustache. Returned Indian officer. Bravely he bore his stumpy
[11534]    body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Is that Ned
[11535]    Lambert's brother over the way, Sam? What? Yes. He's as like it as damn
[11536]    it. No. The windscreen of that motorcar in the sun there. Just a flash
[11537]    like that. Damn like him.
[11539]    Aham! Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath. Good
[11540]    drop of gin, that was. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his
[11541]    fat strut.
[11543]    Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered. Greasy black rope. Dogs
[11544]    licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant's wife drove by
[11545]    in her noddy.
[11547]    Bad times those were. Well, well. Over and done with. Great topers too.
[11548]    Fourbottle men.
[11550]    Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan's? Or no, there was a midnight
[11551]    burial in Glasnevin. Corpse brought in through a secret door in the wall.
[11552]    Dignam is there now. Went out in a puff. Well, well. Better turn down
[11553]    here. Make a detour.
[11555]    Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by the
[11556]    corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom. Outside the Dublin Distillers
[11557]    Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the reins
[11558]    knotted to the wheel. Damn dangerous thing. Some Tipperary bosthoon
[11559]    endangering the lives of the citizens. Runaway horse.
[11561]    Denis Breen with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John Henry
[11562]    Menton's office, led his wife over O'Connell bridge, bound for the office
[11563]    of Messrs Collis and Ward.
[11565]    Mr Kernan approached Island street.
[11567]    Times of the troubles. Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those
[11568]    reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington. When you look back on it all now
[11569]    in a kind of retrospective arrangement. Gaming at Daly's. No cardsharping
[11570]    then. One of those fellows got his hand nailed to the table by a dagger.
[11571]    Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major Sirr. Stables
[11572]    behind Moira house.
[11574]    Damn good gin that was.
[11576]    Fine dashing young nobleman. Good stock, of course. That ruffian, that
[11577]    sham squire, with his violet gloves gave him away. Course they were on
[11578]    the wrong side. They rose in dark and evil days. Fine poem that is:
[11579]    Ingram. They were gentlemen. Ben Dollard does sing that ballad
[11580]    touchingly. Masterly rendition.
[11586]    A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders leaping,
[11587]    leaping in their, in their saddles. Frockcoats. Cream sunshades.
[11589]    Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily.
[11591]    His Excellency! Too bad! Just missed that by a hair. Damn it! What a
[11592]    pity!
[11598]    Stephen Dedalus watched through the webbed window the lapidary's fingers
[11599]    prove a timedulled chain. Dust webbed the window and the showtrays. Dust
[11600]    darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Dust slept on dull
[11601]    coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on rubies, leprous and
[11602]    winedark stones.
[11604]    Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights
[11605]    shining in the darkness. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their
[11606]    brows. Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them.
[11608]    She dances in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. A sailorman,
[11609]    rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her. A long and seafed
[11610]    silent rut. She dances, capers, wagging her sowish haunches and her hips,
[11611]    on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg.
[11613]    Old Russell with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it
[11614]    and held it at the point of his Moses' beard. Grandfather ape gloating on
[11615]    a stolen hoard.
[11617]    And you who wrest old images from the burial earth? The brainsick words
[11618]    of sophists: Antisthenes. A lore of drugs. Orient and immortal wheat
[11619]    standing from everlasting to everlasting.
[11621]    Two old women fresh from their whiff of the briny trudged through
[11622]    Irishtown along London bridge road, one with a sanded tired umbrella, one
[11623]    with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.
[11625]    The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the
[11626]    powerhouse urged Stephen to be on. Beingless beings. Stop! Throb always
[11627]    without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I
[11628]    between them. Where? Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I.
[11629]    Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me
[11630]    you who can. Bawd and butcher were the words. I say! Not yet awhile. A
[11631]    look around.
[11633]    Yes, quite true. Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time. You say
[11634]    right, sir. A Monday morning, 'twas so, indeed.
[11636]    Stephen went down Bedford row, the handle of the ash clacking against his
[11637]    shoulderblade. In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing
[11638]    Sayers held his eye. Staring backers with square hats stood round the
[11639]    roped prizering. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently
[11640]    each to other his bulbous fists. And they are throbbing: heroes' hearts.
[11642]    He turned and halted by the slanted bookcart.
[11644]    --Twopence each, the huckster said. Four for sixpence.
[11649]    I might find here one of my pawned schoolprizes. STEPHANO DEDALO, ALUMNO
[11652]    Father Conmee, having read his little hours, walked through the hamlet of
[11653]    Donnycarney, murmuring vespers.
[11655]    Binding too good probably. What is this? Eighth and ninth book of Moses.
[11656]    Secret of all secrets. Seal of King David. Thumbed pages: read and read.
[11657]    Who has passed here before me? How to soften chapped hands. Recipe for
[11658]    white wine vinegar. How to win a woman's love. For me this. Say the
[11659]    following talisman three times with hands folded:
[11663]    Who wrote this? Charms and invocations of the most blessed abbot Peter
[11664]    Salanka to all true believers divulged. As good as any other abbot's
[11665]    charms, as mumbling Joachim's. Down, baldynoddle, or we'll wool your
[11666]    wool.
[11668]    --What are you doing here, Stephen?
[11670]    Dilly's high shoulders and shabby dress.
[11672]    Shut the book quick. Don't let see.
[11674]    --What are you doing? Stephen said.
[11676]    A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides. It
[11677]    glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. I told her of
[11678]    Paris. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck
[11679]    bracelet, Dan Kelly's token. NEBRAKADA FEMININUM.
[11681]    --What have you there? Stephen asked.
[11683]    --I bought it from the other cart for a penny, Dilly said, laughing
[11684]    nervously. Is it any good?
[11686]    My eyes they say she has. Do others see me so? Quick, far and daring.
[11687]    Shadow of my mind.
[11689]    He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal's French primer.
[11691]    --What did you buy that for? he asked. To learn French?
[11693]    She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips.
[11695]    Show no surprise. Quite natural.
[11697]    --Here, Stephen said. It's all right. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you.
[11698]    I suppose all my books are gone.
[11700]    --Some, Dilly said. We had to.
[11702]    She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will
[11703]    drown me with her, eyes and hair. Lank coils of seaweed hair around me,
[11704]    my heart, my soul. Salt green death.
[11706]    We.
[11708]    Agenbite of inwit. Inwit's agenbite.
[11710]    Misery! Misery!
[11716]    --Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things?
[11718]    --Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.
[11720]    They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's. Father Cowley
[11721]    brushed his moustache often downward with a scooping hand.
[11723]    --What's the best news? Mr Dedalus said.
[11725]    --Why then not much, Father Cowley said. I'm barricaded up, Simon, with
[11726]    two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance.
[11728]    --Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Who is it?
[11730]    --O, Father Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.
[11732]    --With a broken back, is it? Mr Dedalus asked.
[11734]    --The same, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Reuben of that ilk. I'm just
[11735]    waiting for Ben Dollard. He's going to say a word to long John to get him
[11736]    to take those two men off. All I want is a little time.
[11738]    He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in
[11739]    his neck.
[11741]    --I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He's always
[11742]    doing a good turn for someone. Hold hard!
[11744]    He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.
[11746]    --There he is, by God, he said, arse and pockets.
[11748]    Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed
[11749]    the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards them at an
[11750]    amble, scratching actively behind his coattails.
[11752]    As he came near Mr Dedalus greeted:
[11754]    --Hold that fellow with the bad trousers.
[11756]    --Hold him now, Ben Dollard said.
[11758]    Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben Dollard's
[11759]    figure. Then, turning to Father Cowley with a nod, he muttered
[11760]    sneeringly:
[11762]    --That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for a summer's day?
[11764]    --Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben Dollard growled furiously, I
[11765]    threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw.
[11767]    He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on his roomy clothes from
[11768]    points of which Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying:
[11770]    --They were made for a man in his health, Ben, anyhow.
[11772]    --Bad luck to the jewman that made them, Ben Dollard said. Thanks be to
[11773]    God he's not paid yet.
[11775]    --And how is that BASSO PROFONDO, Benjamin? Father Cowley asked.
[11777]    Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, murmuring, glassyeyed,
[11778]    strode past the Kildare street club.
[11780]    Ben Dollard frowned and, making suddenly a chanter's mouth, gave forth a
[11781]    deep note.
[11783]    --Aw! he said.
[11785]    --That's the style, Mr Dedalus said, nodding to its drone.
[11787]    --What about that? Ben Dollard said. Not too dusty? What?
[11789]    He turned to both.
[11791]    --That'll do, Father Cowley said, nodding also.
[11793]    The reverend Hugh C. Love walked from the old chapterhouse of saint
[11794]    Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by
[11795]    Geraldines tall and personable, towards the Tholsel beyond the ford of
[11796]    hurdles.
[11798]    Ben Dollard with a heavy list towards the shopfronts led them forward,
[11799]    his joyful fingers in the air.
[11801]    --Come along with me to the subsheriff's office, he said. I want to show
[11802]    you the new beauty Rock has for a bailiff. He's a cross between Lobengula
[11803]    and Lynchehaun. He's well worth seeing, mind you. Come along. I saw John
[11804]    Henry Menton casually in the Bodega just now and it will cost me a fall
[11805]    if I don't ... Wait awhile ... We're on the right lay, Bob, believe you
[11806]    me.
[11808]    --For a few days tell him, Father Cowley said anxiously.
[11810]    Ben Dollard halted and stared, his loud orifice open, a dangling button
[11811]    of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the
[11812]    heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.
[11814]    --What few days? he boomed. Hasn't your landlord distrained for rent?
[11816]    --He has, Father Cowley said.
[11818]    --Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben
[11819]    Dollard said. The landlord has the prior claim. I gave him all the
[11820]    particulars. 29 Windsor avenue. Love is the name?
[11822]    --That's right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He's a minister
[11823]    in the country somewhere. But are you sure of that?
[11825]    --You can tell Barabbas from me, Ben Dollard said, that he can put that
[11826]    writ where Jacko put the nuts.
[11828]    He led Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk.
[11830]    --Filberts I believe they were, Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his
[11831]    glasses on his coatfront, following them.
[11837]    --The youngster will be all right, Martin Cunningham said, as they passed
[11838]    out of the Castleyard gate.
[11840]    The policeman touched his forehead.
[11842]    --God bless you, Martin Cunningham said, cheerily.
[11844]    He signed to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the reins and set on
[11845]    towards Lord Edward street.
[11847]    Bronze by gold, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head, appeared above
[11848]    the crossblind of the Ormond hotel.
[11850]    --Yes, Martin Cunningham said, fingering his beard. I wrote to Father
[11851]    Conmee and laid the whole case before him.
[11853]    --You could try our friend, Mr Power suggested backward.
[11855]    --Boyd? Martin Cunningham said shortly. Touch me not.
[11857]    John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list, came after them
[11858]    quickly down Cork hill.
[11860]    On the steps of the City hall Councillor Nannetti, descending, hailed
[11861]    Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abraham Lyon ascending.
[11863]    The castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street.
[11865]    --Look here, Martin, John Wyse Nolan said, overtaking them at the MAIL
[11866]    office. I see Bloom put his name down for five shillings.
[11868]    --Quite right, Martin Cunningham said, taking the list. And put down the
[11869]    five shillings too.
[11871]    --Without a second word either, Mr Power said.
[11873]    --Strange but true, Martin Cunningham added.
[11875]    John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes.
[11877]    --I'll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted, elegantly.
[11879]    They went down Parliament street.
[11881]    --There's Jimmy Henry, Mr Power said, just heading for Kavanagh's.
[11883]    --Righto, Martin Cunningham said. Here goes.
[11885]    Outside LA MAISON CLAIRE Blazes Boylan waylaid Jack Mooney's brother-in-
[11886]    law, humpy, tight, making for the liberties.
[11888]    John Wyse Nolan fell back with Mr Power, while Martin Cunningham took the
[11889]    elbow of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit, who walked
[11890]    uncertainly, with hasty steps past Micky Anderson's watches.
[11892]    --The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse
[11893]    Nolan told Mr Power.
[11895]    They followed round the corner towards James Kavanagh's winerooms. The
[11896]    empty castle car fronted them at rest in Essex gate. Martin Cunningham,
[11897]    speaking always, showed often the list at which Jimmy Henry did not
[11898]    glance.
[11900]    --And long John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan said, as large as
[11901]    life.
[11903]    The tall form of long John Fanning filled the doorway where he stood.
[11905]    --Good day, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham said, as all halted and
[11906]    greeted.
[11908]    Long John Fanning made no way for them. He removed his large Henry Clay
[11909]    decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their
[11910]    faces.
[11912]    --Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? he
[11913]    said with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk.
[11915]    Hell open to christians they were having, Jimmy Henry said pettishly,
[11916]    about their damned Irish language. Where was the marshal, he wanted to
[11917]    know, to keep order in the council chamber. And old Barlow the macebearer
[11918]    laid up with asthma, no mace on the table, nothing in order, no quorum
[11919]    even, and Hutchinson, the lord mayor, in Llandudno and little Lorcan
[11920]    Sherlock doing LOCUM TENENS for him. Damned Irish language, language of
[11921]    our forefathers.
[11923]    Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.
[11925]    Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to the
[11926]    assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while John Wyse Nolan held his
[11927]    peace.
[11929]    --What Dignam was that? long John Fanning asked.
[11931]    Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot.
[11933]    --O, my corns! he said plaintively. Come upstairs for goodness' sake till
[11934]    I sit down somewhere. Uff! Ooo! Mind!
[11936]    Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning's flank and
[11937]    passed in and up the stairs.
[11939]    --Come on up, Martin Cunningham said to the subsheriff. I don't think you
[11940]    knew him or perhaps you did, though.
[11942]    With John Wyse Nolan Mr Power followed them in.
[11944]    --Decent little soul he was, Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long
[11945]    John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning in the mirror.
[11947]    --Rather lowsized. Dignam of Menton's office that was, Martin Cunningham
[11948]    said.
[11950]     Long John Fanning could not remember him.
[11952]     Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the air.
[11954]    --What's that? Martin Cunningham said.
[11956]    All turned where they stood. John Wyse Nolan came down again. From the
[11957]    cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street,
[11958]    harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. Gaily they went past
[11959]    before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly. In saddles of the leaders,
[11960]    leaping leaders, rode outriders.
[11962]    --What was it? Martin Cunningham asked, as they went on up the staircase.
[11964]    --The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse
[11965]    Nolan answered from the stairfoot.
[11971]    As they trod across the thick carpet Buck Mulligan whispered behind
[11972]    his Panama to Haines:
[11974]    --Parnell's brother. There in the corner.
[11976]    They chose a small table near the window, opposite a longfaced man
[11977]    whose beard and gaze hung intently down on a chessboard.
[11979]    --Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.
[11981]    --Yes, Mulligan said. That's John Howard, his brother, our city marshal.
[11983]    John Howard Parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his grey
[11984]    claw went up again to his forehead whereat it rested. An instant after,
[11985]    under its screen, his eyes looked quickly, ghostbright, at his foe and
[11986]    fell once more upon a working corner.
[11988]    --I'll take a MELANGE, Haines said to the waitress.
[11990]    --Two MELANGES, Buck Mulligan said. And bring us some scones and butter
[11991]    and some cakes as well.
[11993]    When she had gone he said, laughing:
[11995]    --We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes. O, but you missed
[11996]    Dedalus on HAMLET.
[11998]    Haines opened his newbought book.
[12000]    --I'm sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds
[12001]    that have lost their balance.
[12003]    The onelegged sailor growled at the area of 14 Nelson street:
[12005]    --ENGLAND EXPECTS ...
[12007]    Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.
[12009]    --You should see him, he said, when his body loses its balance. Wandering
[12010]    Aengus I call him.
[12012]    --I am sure he has an IDEE FIXE, Haines said, pinching his chin
[12013]    thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger. Now I am speculating what it would
[12014]    be likely to be. Such persons always have.
[12016]    Buck Mulligan bent across the table gravely.
[12018]    --They drove his wits astray, he said, by visions of hell. He will never
[12019]    capture the Attic note. The note of Swinburne, of all poets, the white
[12020]    death and the ruddy birth. That is his tragedy. He can never be a poet.
[12021]    The joy of creation ...
[12023]    --Eternal punishment, Haines said, nodding curtly. I see. I tackled him
[12024]    this morning on belief. There was something on his mind, I saw. It's
[12025]    rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an
[12026]    interesting point out of that.
[12028]    Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her
[12029]    to unload her tray.
[12031]    --He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, amid
[12032]    the cheerful cups. The moral idea seems lacking, the sense of destiny, of
[12033]    retribution. Rather strange he should have just that fixed idea. Does he
[12034]    write anything for your movement?
[12036]    He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped
[12037]    cream. Buck Mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter
[12038]    over its smoking pith. He bit off a soft piece hungrily.
[12040]    --Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write something
[12041]    in ten years.
[12043]    --Seems a long way off, Haines said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon.
[12044]    Still, I shouldn't wonder if he did after all.
[12046]    He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.
[12048]    --This is real Irish cream I take it, he said with forbearance.
[12049]    I don't want to be imposed on.
[12051]    Elijah, skiff, light crumpled throwaway, sailed eastward by flanks of
[12052]    ships and trawlers, amid an archipelago of corks, beyond new Wapping
[12053]    street past Benson's ferry, and by the threemasted schooner ROSEVEAN from
[12054]    Bridgwater with bricks.
[12060]    Almidano Artifoni walked past Holles street, past Sewell's yard.
[12061]    Behind him Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, with
[12062]    stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's
[12063]    house and, crossing, walked along Merrion square. Distantly behind him a
[12064]    blind stripling tapped his way by the wall of College park.
[12066]    Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell walked as far as
[12067]    Mr Lewis Werner's cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along
[12068]    Merrion square, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling.
[12070]    At the corner of Wilde's house he halted, frowned at Elijah's name
[12071]    announced on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the distant pleasance of
[12072]    duke's lawn. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun. With ratsteeth
[12073]    bared he muttered:
[12075]    --COACTUS VOLUI.
[12077]    He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word.
[12079]    As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his
[12080]    dustcoat brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept
[12081]    onwards, having buffeted a thewless body. The blind stripling turned his
[12082]    sickly face after the striding form.
[12084]    --God's curse on you, he said sourly, whoever you are! You're blinder nor
[12085]    I am, you bitch's bastard!
[12091]    Opposite Ruggy O'Donohoe's Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam,
[12092]    pawing the pound and a half of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, porksteaks he
[12093]    had been sent for, went along warm Wicklow street dawdling. It was too
[12094]    blooming dull sitting in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley and
[12095]    Mrs MacDowell and the blind down and they all at their sniffles and
[12096]    sipping sups of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from
[12097]    Tunney's. And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the
[12098]    whole blooming time and sighing.
[12100]    After Wicklow lane the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress
[12101]    milliner, stopped him. He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to
[12102]    their pelts and putting up their props. From the sidemirrors two mourning
[12103]    Masters Dignam gaped silently. Myler Keogh, Dublin's pet lamb, will meet
[12104]    sergeantmajor Bennett, the Portobello bruiser, for a purse of fifty
[12105]    sovereigns. Gob, that'd be a good pucking match to see. Myler Keogh,
[12106]    that's the chap sparring out to him with the green sash. Two bar entrance,
[12107]    soldiers half price. I could easy do a bunk on ma. Master Dignam on his
[12108]    left turned as he turned. That's me in mourning. When is it? May the
[12109]    twentysecond. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right
[12110]    and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his collar sticking
[12111]    up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall,
[12112]    charming soubrette, beside the two puckers. One of them mots that do be in
[12113]    the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of
[12114]    him for one time he found out.
[12116]    Master Dignam got his collar down and dawdled on. The best pucker
[12117]    going for strength was Fitzsimons. One puck in the wind from that fellow
[12118]    would knock you into the middle of next week, man. But the best pucker
[12119]    for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of
[12120]    him, dodging and all.
[12122]    In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff's mouth
[12123]    and a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was
[12124]    telling him and grinning all the time.
[12126]    No Sandymount tram.
[12128]    Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to
[12129]    his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down. The
[12130]    blooming stud was too small for the buttonhole of the shirt, blooming end
[12131]    to it. He met schoolboys with satchels. I'm not going tomorrow either,
[12132]    stay away till Monday. He met other schoolboys. Do they notice I'm in
[12133]    mourning? Uncle Barney said he'd get it into the paper tonight. Then
[12134]    they'll all see it in the paper and read my name printed and pa's name.
[12136]    His face got all grey instead of being red like it was and there was a
[12137]    fly walking over it up to his eye. The scrunch that was when they were
[12138]    screwing the screws into the coffin: and the bumps when they were bringing
[12139]    it downstairs.
[12141]    Pa was inside it and ma crying in the parlour and uncle Barney telling
[12142]    the men how to get it round the bend. A big coffin it was, and high and
[12143]    heavylooking. How was that? The last night pa was boosed he was standing
[12144]    on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for
[12145]    to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt. Never see him
[12146]    again. Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to be a
[12147]    good son to ma. I couldn't hear the other things he said but I saw his
[12148]    tongue and his teeth trying to say it better. Poor pa. That was Mr Dignam,
[12149]    my father. I hope he's in purgatory now because he went to confession to
[12150]    Father Conroy on Saturday night.
[12156]    William Humble, earl of Dudley, and lady Dudley, accompanied by
[12157]    lieutenantcolonel Heseltine, drove out after luncheon from the viceregal
[12158]    lodge. In the following carriage were the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss de
[12159]    Courcy and the honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C. in attendance.
[12161]    The cavalcade passed out by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted
[12162]    by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the
[12163]    northern quays. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way through
[12164]    the metropolis. At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river
[12165]    greeted him vainly from afar Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges lord
[12166]    Dudley's viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr Dudley
[12167]    White, B. L., M. A., who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M. E. White's,
[12168]    the pawnbroker's, at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose
[12169]    with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough
[12170]    more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot
[12171]    through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus. In the
[12172]    porch of Four Courts Richie Goulding with the costbag of Goulding,
[12173]    Collis and Ward saw him with surprise. Past Richmond bridge at the
[12174]    doorstep of the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the
[12175]    Patriotic Insurance Company, an elderly female about to enter changed
[12176]    her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously
[12177]    on the representative of His Majesty. From its sluice in Wood quay
[12178]    wall under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue
[12179]    of liquid sewage. Above the crossblind of the Ormond hotel, gold by
[12180]    bronze, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head watched and admired.
[12181]    On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, steering his way from the greenhouse
[12182]    for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his
[12183]    hat low. His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. From
[12184]    Cahill's corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M.A., made obeisance
[12185]    unperceived, mindful of lords deputies whose hands benignant
[12186]    had held of yore rich advowsons. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy,
[12187]    taking leave of each other, watched the carriages go by. Passing by Roger
[12188]    Greene's office and Dollard's big red printinghouse Gerty MacDowell,
[12189]    carrying the Catesby's cork lino letters for her father who was laid up,
[12190]    knew by the style it was the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see
[12191]    what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow
[12192]    furniture van had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord
[12193]    lieutenant. Beyond Lundy Foot's from the shaded door of Kavanagh's
[12194]    winerooms John Wyse Nolan smiled with unseen coldness towards the lord
[12195]    lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland. The Right Honourable
[12196]    William Humble, earl of Dudley, G. C. V. O., passed Micky Anderson's
[12197]    all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited
[12198]    freshcheeked models, the gentleman Henry, DERNIER CRI James. Over against
[12199]    Dame gate Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the
[12200]    cavalcade. Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him,
[12201]    took his thumbs quickly out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and
[12202]    doffed his cap to her. A charming SOUBRETTE, great Marie Kendall, with
[12203]    dauby cheeks and lifted skirt smiled daubily from her poster upon William
[12204]    Humble, earl of Dudley, and upon lieutenantcolonel H. G. Heseltine, and
[12205]    also upon the honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C. From the window of the
[12206]    D. B. C. Buck Mulligan gaily, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the
[12207]    viceregal equipage over the shoulders of eager guests, whose mass of forms
[12208]    darkened the chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently. In
[12209]    Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, straining her sight upward from
[12210]    Chardenal's first French primer, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes
[12211]    spinning in the glare. John Henry Menton, filling the doorway of
[12212]    Commercial Buildings, stared from winebig oyster eyes, holding a fat gold
[12213]    hunter watch not looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it. Where the
[12214]    foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her
[12215]    hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the outriders. She shouted
[12216]    in his ear the tidings. Understanding, he shifted his tomes to his left
[12217]    breast and saluted the second carriage. The honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C.,
[12218]    agreeably surprised, made haste to reply. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded
[12219]    white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind
[12220]    him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. Opposite
[12221]    Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c,
[12222]    gaily apparelled, gravely walked, outpassed by a viceroy and unobserved.
[12223]    By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan, stepping in tan shoes
[12224]    and socks with skyblue clocks to the refrain of MY GIRL'S A YORKSHIRE
[12225]    GIRL.
[12227]    Blazes Boylan presented to the leaders' skyblue frontlets and high
[12228]    action a skyblue tie, a widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a suit
[12229]    of indigo serge. His hands in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he
[12230]    offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and the red
[12231]    flower between his lips. As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency
[12232]    drew the attention of his bowing consort to the programme of music which
[12233]    was being discoursed in College park. Unseen brazen highland laddies
[12234]    blared and drumthumped after the CORTEGE:
[12239]        BARAABUM.
[12240]        YET I'VE A SORT OF A
[12243]        BARAABUM.
[12246]    Thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers, M. C. Green, H.
[12247]    Shrift, T. M. Patey, C. Scaife, J. B. Jeffs, G. N. Morphy, F. Stevenson,
[12248]    C. Adderly and W. C. Huggard, started in pursuit. Striding past Finn's
[12249]    hotel Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a
[12250]    fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of Mr M. E. Solomons in
[12251]    the window of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Deep in Leinster street
[12252]    by Trinity's postern a loyal king's man, Hornblower, touched his tallyho
[12253]    cap. As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master Patrick
[12254]    Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the gent with the
[12255]    topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by
[12256]    porksteak paper. His collar too sprang up. The viceroy, on his way to
[12257]    inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer's hospital,
[12258]    drove with his following towards Lower Mount street. He passed a blind
[12259]    stripling opposite Broadbent's. In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a
[12260]    brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed swiftly and unscathed across the
[12261]    viceroy's path. At the Royal Canal bridge, from his hoarding, Mr Eugene
[12262]    Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke
[12263]    township. At Haddington road corner two sanded women halted themselves,
[12264]    an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder
[12265]    the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain. On
[12266]    Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually
[12267]    salutes from rare male walkers, the salute of two small schoolboys at the
[12268]    garden gate of the house said to have been admired by the late queen when
[12269]    visiting the Irish capital with her husband, the prince consort, in 1849
[12270]    and the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a
[12271]    closing door.