Ulysses by James Joyce

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[12277]    Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn.
[12279]    Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.
[12281]    Horrid! And gold flushed more.
[12283]    A husky fifenote blew.
[12285]    Blew. Blue bloom is on the.
[12287]    Goldpinnacled hair.
[12289]    A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile.
[12291]    Trilling, trilling: Idolores.
[12293]    Peep! Who's in the ... peepofgold?
[12295]    Tink cried to bronze in pity.
[12297]    And a call, pure, long and throbbing. Longindying call.
[12299]    Decoy. Soft word. But look: the bright stars fade. Notes chirruping
[12300]    answer.
[12302]    O rose! Castile. The morn is breaking.
[12304]    Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.
[12306]    Coin rang. Clock clacked.
[12308]    Avowal. SONNEZ. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. LA
[12309]    CLOCHE! Thigh smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart, goodbye!
[12311]    Jingle. Bloo.
[12313]    Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.
[12315]    A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.
[12317]    Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.
[12319]    Horn. Hawhorn.
[12321]    When first he saw. Alas!
[12323]    Full tup. Full throb.
[12325]    Warbling. Ah, lure! Alluring.
[12327]    Martha! Come!
[12329]    Clapclap. Clipclap. Clappyclap.
[12331]    Goodgod henev erheard inall.
[12333]    Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up.
[12335]    A moonlit nightcall: far, far.
[12337]    I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.
[12339]    Listen!
[12341]    The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Each, and for other,
[12342]    plash and silent roar.
[12344]    Pearls: when she. Liszt's rhapsodies. Hissss.
[12346]    You don't?
[12348]    Did not: no, no: believe: Lidlyd. With a cock with a carra.
[12350]    Black. Deepsounding. Do, Ben, do.
[12352]    Wait while you wait. Hee hee. Wait while you hee.
[12354]    But wait!
[12356]    Low in dark middle earth. Embedded ore.
[12358]    Naminedamine. Preacher is he:
[12360]    All gone. All fallen.
[12362]    Tiny, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.
[12364]    Amen! He gnashed in fury.
[12366]    Fro. To, fro. A baton cool protruding.
[12368]    Bronzelydia by Minagold.
[12370]    By bronze, by gold, in oceangreen of shadow. Bloom. Old Bloom.
[12372]    One rapped, one tapped, with a carra, with a cock.
[12374]    Pray for him! Pray, good people!
[12376]    His gouty fingers nakkering.
[12378]    Big Benaben. Big Benben.
[12380]    Last rose Castile of summer left bloom I feel so sad alone.
[12382]    Pwee! Little wind piped wee.
[12384]    True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift your
[12385]    tschink with tschunk.
[12387]    Fff! Oo!
[12389]    Where bronze from anear? Where gold from afar? Where hoofs?
[12391]    Rrrpr. Kraa. Kraandl.
[12393]    Then not till then. My eppripfftaph. Be pfrwritt.
[12395]    Done.
[12397]    Begin!
[12399]    Bronze by gold, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's head, over the
[12400]    crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing
[12401]    steel.
[12403]    --Is that her? asked miss Kennedy.
[12405]    Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and EAU DE NIL.
[12407]    --Exquisite contrast, miss Kennedy said.
[12410]    When all agog miss Douce said eagerly:
[12412]    --Look at the fellow in the tall silk.
[12414]    --Who? Where? gold asked more eagerly.
[12416]    --In the second carriage, miss Douce's wet lips said, laughing in the sun.
[12418]    He's looking. Mind till I see.
[12420]    She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face
[12421]    against the pane in a halo of hurried breath.
[12423]    Her wet lips tittered:
[12425]    --He's killed looking back.
[12427]    She laughed:
[12429]    --O wept! Aren't men frightful idiots?
[12431]    With sadness.
[12433]    Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair
[12434]    behind an ear. Sauntering sadly, gold no more, she twisted twined a hair.
[12436]    Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.
[12438]    --It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said.
[12440]    A man.
[12442]    Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his breast the sweets
[12443]    of sin, by Wine's antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by
[12444]    Carroll's dusky battered plate, for Raoul.
[12446]    The boots to them, them in the bar, them barmaids came. For them
[12447]    unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And
[12449]    --There's your teas, he said.
[12451]    Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an
[12452]    upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low.
[12454]    --What is it? loud boots unmannerly asked.
[12456]    --Find out, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.
[12458]    --Your BEAU, is it?
[12460]    A haughty bronze replied:
[12462]    --I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your
[12463]    impertinent insolence.
[12465]    --Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as he retreated as she
[12466]    threatened as he had come.
[12468]    Bloom.
[12470]    On her flower frowning miss Douce said:
[12472]    --Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll
[12473]    wring his ear for him a yard long.
[12475]    Ladylike in exquisite contrast.
[12477]    --Take no notice, miss Kennedy rejoined.
[12479]    She poured in a teacup tea, then back in the teapot tea. They cowered
[12480]    under their reef of counter, waiting on footstools, crates upturned,
[12481]    waiting for their teas to draw. They pawed their blouses, both of black
[12482]    satin, two and nine a yard, waiting for their teas to draw, and two and
[12483]    seven.
[12485]    Yes, bronze from anear, by gold from afar, heard steel from anear,
[12486]    hoofs ring from afar, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel.
[12488]    --Am I awfully sunburnt?
[12490]    Miss bronze unbloused her neck.
[12492]    --No, said miss Kennedy. It gets brown after. Did you try the borax with
[12493]    the cherry laurel water?
[12495]    Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror
[12496]    gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their midst
[12497]    a shell.
[12499]    --And leave it to my hands, she said.
[12501]    --Try it with the glycerine, miss Kennedy advised.
[12503]    Bidding her neck and hands adieu miss Douce
[12505]    --Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. I asked that old
[12506]    fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin.
[12508]    Miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed:
[12510]    --O, don't remind me of him for mercy' sake!
[12512]    --But wait till I tell you, miss Douce entreated.
[12514]    Sweet tea miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two
[12515]    ears with little fingers.
[12517]    --No, don't, she cried.
[12519]    --I won't listen, she cried.
[12521]    But Bloom?
[12523]    Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone:
[12525]    --For your what? says he.
[12527]    Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, to speak: but said, but
[12528]    prayed again:
[12530]    --Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. The hideous old wretch! That
[12531]    night in the Antient Concert Rooms.
[12533]    She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a sip, sipped, sweet tea.
[12535]    --Here he was, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters,
[12536]    ruffling her nosewings. Hufa! Hufa!
[12538]    Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Miss
[12539]    Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like
[12540]    a snout in quest.
[12542]    --O! shrieking, miss Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?
[12544]    Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, shouting:
[12546]    --And your other eye!
[12548]    Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Why do I always
[12549]    think Figather? Gathering figs, I think. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name.
[12550]    By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by. Bluerobed, white
[12551]    under, come to me. God they believe she is: or goddess. Those today. I
[12552]    could not see. That fellow spoke. A student. After with Dedalus' son. He
[12553]    might be Mulligan. All comely virgins. That brings those rakes of fellows
[12554]    in: her white.
[12556]    By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.
[12558]    Of sin.
[12560]    In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with
[12561]    Kennedy your other eye. They threw young heads back, bronze gigglegold,
[12562]    to let freefly their laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each
[12563]    other, high piercing notes.
[12565]    Ah, panting, sighing, sighing, ah, fordone, their mirth died down.
[12567]    Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised, drank a sip and
[12568]    gigglegiggled. Miss Douce, bending over the teatray, ruffled again her
[12569]    nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her
[12570]    fair pinnacles of hair, stooping, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered
[12571]    out of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing with
[12572]    choking, crying:
[12574]    --O greasy eyes! Imagine being married to a man like that! she cried. With
[12575]    his bit of beard!
[12577]    Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell, a full yell of full woman,
[12578]    delight, joy, indignation.
[12580]    --Married to the greasy nose! she yelled.
[12582]    Shrill, with deep laughter, after, gold after bronze, they urged each
[12583]    each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze,
[12584]    shrilldeep, to laughter after laughter. And then laughed more. Greasy I
[12585]    knows. Exhausted, breathless, their shaken heads they laid, braided and
[12586]    pinnacled by glossycombed, against the counterledge. All flushed (O!),
[12587]    panting, sweating (O!), all breathless.
[12589]    Married to Bloom, to greaseabloom.
[12591]    --O saints above! miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I wished
[12593]    I hadn't laughed so much. I feel all wet.
[12595]    --O, miss Douce! miss Kennedy protested. You horrid thing!
[12597]    And flushed yet more (you horrid!), more goldenly.
[12599]    By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright
[12600]    of their oils. Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at
[12601]    doors as I. Religion pays. Must see him for that par. Eat first. I want.
[12602]    Not yet. At four, she said. Time ever passing. Clockhands turning. On.
[12603]    Where eat? The Clarence, Dolphin. On. For Raoul. Eat. If I net five
[12604]    guineas with those ads. The violet silk petticoats. Not yet. The sweets
[12605]    of sin.
[12607]    Flushed less, still less, goldenly paled.
[12609]    Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his
[12610]    rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.
[12612]    --O, welcome back, miss Douce.
[12614]    He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?
[12616]    --Tiptop.
[12618]    He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.
[12620]    --Gorgeous, she said. Look at the holy show I am. Lying out on the strand
[12621]    all day.
[12623]    Bronze whiteness.
[12625]    --That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed
[12626]    her hand indulgently. Tempting poor simple males.
[12628]    Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away.
[12630]    --O go away! she said. You're very simple, I don't think.
[12632]    He was.
[12634]    --Well now I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they christened
[12635]    me simple Simon.
[12637]    --You must have been a doaty, miss Douce made answer. And what did the
[12638]    doctor order today?
[12640]    --Well now, he mused, whatever you say yourself. I think I'll trouble you
[12641]    for some fresh water and a half glass of whisky.
[12643]    Jingle.
[12645]    --With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce agreed.
[12647]    With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and
[12648]    Cochrane's she turned herself. With grace she tapped a measure of gold
[12649]    whisky from her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus
[12650]    brought pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two
[12651]    husky fifenotes.
[12653]    --By Jove, he mused, I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must be
[12654]    a great tonic in the air down there. But a long threatening comes at last,
[12655]    they say. Yes. Yes.
[12657]    Yes. He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid's, into
[12658]    the bowl. Chips. Shreds. Musing. Mute.
[12660]    None nought said nothing. Yes.
[12662]    Gaily miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling:
[12666]    --Was Mr Lidwell in today?
[12668]    In came Lenehan. Round him peered Lenehan. Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.
[12669]    Yes, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. To Martha I must write. Buy paper.
[12670]    Daly's. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is on the rye.
[12672]    --He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said.
[12674]    Lenehan came forward.
[12676]    --Was Mr Boylan looking for me?
[12678]    He asked. She answered:
[12680]    --Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs?
[12682]    She asked. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, a second teacup poised,
[12683]    her gaze upon a page:
[12685]    --No. He was not.
[12687]    Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard, not seen, read on. Lenehan round the
[12688]    sandwichbell wound his round body round.
[12690]    --Peep! Who's in the corner?
[12692]    No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind
[12693]    her stops. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess.
[12695]    Jingle jaunty jingle.
[12697]    Girlgold she read and did not glance. Take no notice. She took no
[12698]    notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, plappering flatly:
[12700]    --Ah fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your
[12701]    bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?
[12703]    He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.
[12705]    He sighed aside:
[12707]    --Ah me! O my!
[12709]    He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.
[12711]    --Greetings from the famous son of a famous father.
[12713]    --Who may he be? Mr Dedalus asked.
[12715]    Lenehan opened most genial arms. Who?
[12717]    --Who may he be? he asked. Can you ask? Stephen, the youthful bard.
[12719]    Dry.
[12721]    Mr Dedalus, famous father, laid by his dry filled pipe.
[12723]    --I see, he said. I didn't recognise him for the moment. I hear he is
[12724]    keeping very select company. Have you seen him lately?
[12726]    He had.
[12728]    --I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said Lenehan. In
[12729]    Mooney's EN VILLE and in Mooney's SUR MER. He had received the rhino for
[12730]    the labour of his muse.
[12732]    He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes:
[12734]    --The ELITE of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit, Hugh
[12736]    MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that minstrel boy
[12737]    of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of the
[12738]    O'Madden Burke.
[12740]    After an interval Mr Dedalus raised his grog and
[12742]    --That must have been highly diverting, said he. I see.
[12744]    He see. He drank. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Set down
[12745]    his glass.
[12747]    He looked towards the saloon door.
[12749]    --I see you have moved the piano.
[12751]    --The tuner was in today, miss Douce replied, tuning it for the smoking
[12752]    concert and I never heard such an exquisite player.
[12754]    --Is that a fact?
[12756]    --Didn't he, miss Kennedy? The real classical, you know. And blind too,
[12757]    poor fellow. Not twenty I'm sure he was.
[12759]    --Is that a fact? Mr Dedalus said.
[12761]    He drank and strayed away.
[12763]    --So sad to look at his face, miss Douce condoled.
[12765]    God's curse on bitch's bastard.
[12767]    Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. To the door of the bar and
[12768]    diningroom came bald Pat, came bothered Pat, came Pat, waiter of
[12769]    Ormond. Lager for diner. Lager without alacrity she served.
[12771]    With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience, for
[12772]    jinglejaunty blazes boy.
[12774]    Upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the
[12775]    oblique triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed
[12776]    indulgently her hand), soft pedalling, a triple of keys to see the
[12777]    thicknesses of felt advancing, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action.
[12779]    Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was
[12780]    in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Are you not
[12781]    happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo. Means
[12782]    something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is.
[12783]    Respectable girl meet after mass. Thanks awfully muchly. Wise Bloom eyed
[12784]    on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke
[12785]    mermaids, coolest whiff of all. Hair streaming: lovelorn. For some man.
[12786]    For Raoul. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a
[12787]    jaunting car. It is. Again. Third time. Coincidence.
[12789]    Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to Ormond
[12790]    quay. Follow. Risk it. Go quick. At four. Near now. Out.
[12792]    --Twopence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.
[12794]    --Aha ... I was forgetting ... Excuse ...
[12796]    --And four.
[12798]    At four she. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Bloo smi qui
[12799]    go. Ternoon. Think you're the only pebble on the beach? Does that to all.
[12801]    For men.
[12803]    In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.
[12805]    From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a tuningfork the
[12806]    tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. A call again. That he now
[12807]    poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It throbbed, pure, purer, softly
[12808]    and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.
[12810]    Pat paid for diner's popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, tray and
[12811]    popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with Miss
[12813]    Douce.
[12815]    --THE BRIGHT STARS FADE ...
[12817]    A voiceless song sang from within, singing:
[12819]    -- ... THE MORN IS BREAKING.
[12821]    A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive
[12822]    hands. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording,
[12823]    called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's
[12824]    leavetaking, life's, love's morn.
[12826]    --THE DEWDROPS PEARL ...
[12828]    Lenehan's lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.
[12830]    --But look this way, he said, rose of Castile.
[12832]    Jingle jaunted by the curb and stopped.
[12834]    She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn,
[12835]    dreamily rose.
[12837]    --Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.
[12839]    She answered, slighting:
[12841]    --Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.
[12843]    Like lady, ladylike.
[12845]    Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he
[12846]    strode. Yes, gold from anear by bronze from afar. Lenehan heard and knew
[12847]    and hailed him:
[12849]    --See the conquering hero comes.
[12851]    Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom,
[12852]    unconquered hero. See me he might. The seat he sat on: warm. Black wary
[12853]    hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.
[12855]    --AND I FROM THEE ...
[12857]    --I heard you were round, said Blazes Boylan.
[12859]    He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She
[12860]    smiled on him. But sister bronze outsmiled her, preening for him her
[12861]    richer hair, a bosom and a rose.
[12863]    Smart Boylan bespoke potions.
[12865]    --What's your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a sloegin
[12866]    for me. Wire in yet?
[12868]    Not yet. At four she. Who said four?
[12870]    Cowley's red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff's office.
[12872]    Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting.
[12874]    Wait.
[12876]    Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here. What,
[12877]    Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? Diningroom. Sit tight there.
[12878]    See, not be seen. I think I'll join you. Come on. Richie led on. Bloom
[12879]    followed bag. Dinner fit for a prince.
[12881]    Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm,
[12882]    her bust, that all but burst, so high.
[12884]    --O! O! jerked Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. O!
[12886]    But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.
[12888]    --Why don't you grow? asked Blazes Boylan.
[12890]    Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his
[12891]    lips, looked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?), and
[12892]    syrupped with her voice:
[12894]    --Fine goods in small parcels.
[12896]    That is to say she. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.
[12898]    --Here's fortune, Blazes said.
[12900]    He pitched a broad coin down. Coin rang.
[12902]    --Hold on, said Lenehan, till I ...
[12904]    --Fortune, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.
[12906]    --Sceptre will win in a canter, he said.
[12908]    --I plunged a bit, said Boylan winking and drinking. Not on my own, you
[12909]    know. Fancy of a friend of mine.
[12911]    Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's
[12912]    lips that all but hummed, not shut, the oceansong her lips had trilled.
[12914]    Idolores. The eastern seas.
[12916]    Clock whirred. Miss Kennedy passed their way (flower, wonder who
[12917]    gave), bearing away teatray. Clock clacked.
[12919]    Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. It
[12920]    clanged. Clock clacked. Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the till
[12921]    and hummed and handed coins in change. Look to the west. A clack. For me.
[12923]    --What time is that? asked Blazes Boylan. Four?
[12925]    O'clock.
[12927]    Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming,
[12928]    tugged Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve.
[12930]    --Let's hear the time, he said.
[12933]    The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered
[12934]    tables. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat attending, a table
[12935]    near the door. Be near. At four. Has he forgotten? Perhaps a trick. Not
[12936]    come: whet appetite. I couldn't do. Wait, wait. Pat, waiter, waited.
[12938]    Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
[12940]    --Go on, pressed Lenehan. There's no-one. He never heard.
[12942]    -- ... TO FLORA'S LIPS DID HIE.
[12944]    High, a high note pealed in the treble clear.
[12946]    Bronzedouce communing with her rose that sank and rose sought
[12948]    Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes.
[12950]    --Please, please.
[12952]    He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.
[12954]    --I COULD NOT LEAVE THEE ...
[12956]    --Afterwits, miss Douce promised coyly.
[12958]    --No, now, urged Lenehan. SONNEZLACLOCHE! O do! There's no-one.
[12960]    She looked. Quick. Miss Kenn out of earshot. Sudden bent. Two
[12961]    kindling faces watched her bend.
[12963]    Quavering the chords strayed from the air, found it again, lost chord,
[12964]    and lost and found it, faltering.
[12966]    --Go on! Do! SONNEZ!
[12968]    Bending, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. Delayed. Taunted
[12969]    them still, bending, suspending, with wilful eyes.
[12971]    --SONNEZ!
[12973]    Smack. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter
[12974]    smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh.
[12976]    --LA CLOCHE! cried gleeful Lenehan. Trained by owner. No sawdust there.
[12978]    She smilesmirked supercilious (wept! aren't men?), but, lightward
[12979]    gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan.
[12981]    --You're the essence of vulgarity, she in gliding said.
[12983]    Boylan, eyed, eyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drank off his chalice
[12984]    tiny, sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. His spellbound eyes went
[12985]    after, after her gliding head as it went down the bar by mirrors, gilded
[12986]    arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a spiky shell,
[12987]    where it concerted, mirrored, bronze with sunnier bronze.
[12989]    Yes, bronze from anearby.
[12991]    -- ... SWEETHEART, GOODBYE!
[12993]    --I'm off, said Boylan with impatience.
[12995]    He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.
[12997]    --Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. I wanted to tell you.
[12999]    Tom Rochford ...
[13001]    --Come on to blazes, said Blazes Boylan, going.
[13003]    Lenehan gulped to go.
[13005]    --Got the horn or what? he said. Wait. I'm coming.
[13007]    He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the
[13008]    threshold, saluting forms, a bulky with a slender.
[13010]    --How do you do, Mr Dollard?
[13012]    --Eh? How do? How do? Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, turning an
[13013]    instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Alf
[13014]    Bergan will speak to the long fellow. We'll put a barleystraw in that
[13015]    Judas Iscariot's ear this time.
[13017]    Sighing Mr Dedalus came through the saloon, a finger soothing an
[13018]    eyelid.
[13020]    --Hoho, we will, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. Come on, Simon. Give us a
[13021]    ditty. We heard the piano.
[13023]    Bald Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Power for Richie.
[13024]    And Bloom? Let me see. Not make him walk twice. His corns. Four now.
[13025]    How warm this black is. Course nerves a bit. Refracts (is it?) heat. Let
[13026]    me see. Cider. Yes, bottle of cider.
[13028]    --What's that? Mr Dedalus said. I was only vamping, man.
[13030]    --Come on, come on, Ben Dollard called. Begone dull care. Come, Bob.
[13032]    He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them (hold that fellow with
[13033]    the: hold him now) into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool.
[13034]    His gouty paws plumped chords. Plumped, stopped abrupt.
[13036]    Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered, he
[13037]    wanted Power and cider. Bronze by the window, watched, bronze from
[13038]    afar.
[13040]    Jingle a tinkle jaunted.
[13042]    Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He's off. Light sob of breath Bloom
[13043]    sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He's gone. Jingle. Hear.
[13045]    --Love and War, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. God be with old times.
[13047]    Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind,
[13048]    smitten by sunlight. Gone. Pensive (who knows?), smitten (the smiting
[13049]    light), she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord. She drew down
[13050]    pensive (why did he go so quick when I?) about her bronze, over the bar
[13051]    where bald stood by sister gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast
[13052]    inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow,
[13053]    EAU DE NIL.
[13055]    --Poor old Goodwin was the pianist that night, Father Cowley reminded
[13056]    them. There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the
[13057]    Collard grand.
[13059]    There was.
[13061]    --A symposium all his own, Mr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn't stop him.
[13062]    He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.
[13064]    --God, do you remember? Ben bulky Dollard said, turning from the
[13065]    punished keyboard. And by Japers I had no wedding garment.
[13067]    They laughed all three. He had no wed. All trio laughed. No wedding
[13068]    garment.
[13070]    --Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said. Where's
[13071]    my pipe, by the way?
[13073]    He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried
[13074]    two diners' drinks, Richie and Poldy. And Father Cowley laughed again.
[13076]    --I saved the situation, Ben, I think.
[13078]    --You did, averred Ben Dollard. I remember those tight trousers too. That
[13079]    was a brilliant idea, Bob.
[13081]    Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the
[13082]    situa. Tight trou. Brilliant ide.
[13084]    --I knew he was on the rocks, he said. The wife was playing the piano in
[13085]    the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very trifling consideration and who
[13086]    was it gave me the wheeze she was doing the other business? Do you
[13087]    remember? We had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in
[13088]    Keogh's gave us the number. Remember? Ben remembered, his broad visage
[13089]    wondering.
[13091]    --By God, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.
[13093]    Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.
[13095]    --Merrion square style. Balldresses, by God, and court dresses. He
[13096]    wouldn't take any money either. What? Any God's quantity of cocked hats
[13097]    and boleros and trunkhose. What?
[13099]    --Ay, ay, Mr Dedalus nodded. Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all
[13100]    descriptions.
[13102]    Jingle jaunted down the quays. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres.
[13104]    Liver and bacon. Steak and kidney pie. Right, sir. Right, Pat.
[13106]    Mrs Marion. Met him pike hoses. Smell of burn. Of Paul de Kock. Nice
[13107]    name he.
[13109]    --What's this her name was? A buxom lassy. Marion ...
[13111]    --Tweedy.
[13113]    --Yes. Is she alive?
[13115]    --And kicking.
[13117]    --She was a daughter of ...
[13119]    --Daughter of the regiment.
[13121]    --Yes, begad. I remember the old drummajor.
[13123]    Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after
[13125]    --Irish? I don't know, faith. Is she, Simon?
[13127]    Puff after stiff, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.
[13129]    --Buccinator muscle is ... What? ... Bit rusty ... O, she is ... My
[13130]    Irish Molly, O.
[13132]    He puffed a pungent plumy blast.
[13134]    --From the rock of Gibraltar... all the way.
[13136]    They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze by
[13137]    maraschino, thoughtful all two. Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace,
[13138]    Drumcondra with Idolores, a queen, Dolores, silent.
[13140]    Pat served, uncovered dishes. Leopold cut liverslices. As said before he
[13141]    ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while
[13142]    Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney,
[13143]    bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.
[13145]    Bloom with Goulding, married in silence, ate. Dinners fit for princes.
[13147]    By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun
[13148]    in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres:
[13149]    sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, ardentbold. Horn. Have you
[13150]    the? Horn. Have you the? Haw haw horn.
[13152]    Over their voices Dollard bassooned attack, booming over bombarding
[13153]    chords:
[13157]    Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.
[13159]    --War! War! cried Father Cowley. You're the warrior.
[13161]    --So I am, Ben Warrior laughed. I was thinking of your landlord. Love or
[13162]    money.
[13164]    He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.
[13166]    --Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said
[13167]    through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.
[13169]    In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He
[13170]    would.
[13172]    --Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley added. Half time,
[13173]    Ben. AMOROSO MA NON TROPPO. Let me there.
[13175]    Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She
[13176]    passed a remark. It was indeed, first gentleman said, beautiful weather.
[13177]    They drank cool stout. Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going?
[13178]    And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. No, she couldn't say. But it would be
[13179]    in the paper. O, she need not trouble. No trouble. She waved about her
[13180]    outspread INDEPENDENT, searching, the lord lieutenant, her pinnacles of
[13181]    hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Too much trouble, first gentleman said. O,
[13182]    not in the least. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by bronze
[13183]    heard iron steel.
[13185]    -- ............ MY ARDENT SOUL
[13188]    In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Love and War
[13189]    someone is. Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a
[13190]    dress suit for that concert. Trousers tight as a drum on him. Musical
[13191]    porkers. Molly did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across the
[13192]    bed, screaming, kicking. With all his belongings on show. O saints above,
[13193]    I'm drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never laughed so many!
[13194]    Well, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. For instance
[13195]    eunuchs. Wonder who's playing. Nice touch. Must be Cowley. Musical.
[13196]    Knows whatever note you play. Bad breath he has, poor chap. Stopped.
[13198]    Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George
[13199]    Lidwell, gentleman, entering. Good afternoon. She gave her moist
[13200]    (a lady's) hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the
[13201]    old dingdong again.
[13203]    --Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.
[13205]    George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand.
[13207]    Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That chap in the
[13208]    Burton, gummy with gristle. No-one here: Goulding and I. Clean tables,
[13209]    flowers, mitres of napkins. Pat to and fro. Bald Pat. Nothing to do. Best
[13210]    value in Dub.
[13212]    Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together,
[13213]    mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the
[13214]    bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore.
[13215]    Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus,
[13216]    between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle.
[13217]    Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide
[13218]    them.
[13220]    Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.
[13222]    Only the harp. Lovely. Gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of
[13223]    a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp that
[13224]    once or twice. Cool hands. Ben Howth, the rhododendrons. We are their
[13225]    harps. I. He. Old. Young.
[13227]    --Ah, I couldn't, man, Mr Dedalus said, shy, listless.
[13229]    Strongly.
[13231]    --Go on, blast you! Ben Dollard growled. Get it out in bits.
[13233]    --M'APPARI, Simon, Father Cowley said.
[13235]    Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long
[13236]    arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he
[13237]    sang to a dusty seascape there: A LAST FAREWELL. A headland, a ship, a
[13238]    sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the
[13239]    wind upon the headland, wind around her.
[13241]    Cowley sang:
[13244]    --M'APPARI TUTT'AMOR:
[13248]    She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil, to one departing, dear one, to
[13249]    wind, love, speeding sail, return.
[13251]    --Go on, Simon.
[13253]    --Ah, sure, my dancing days are done, Ben ... Well ...
[13255]    Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting,
[13256]    touched the obedient keys.
[13258]    --No, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Play it in the original. One flat.
[13260]    The keys, obedient, rose higher, told, faltered, confessed, confused.
[13262]    Up stage strode Father Cowley.
[13264]    --Here, Simon, I'll accompany you, he said. Get up.
[13266]    By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Elvery's elephant jingly
[13267]    jogged. Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at meat fit for princes sat princes
[13268]    Bloom and Goulding. Princes at meat they raised and drank, Power and
[13269]    cider.
[13271]    Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: SONNAMBULA. He
[13272]    heard Joe Maas sing that one night. Ah, what M'Guckin! Yes. In his way.
[13273]    Choirboy style. Maas was the boy. Massboy. A lyrical tenor if you like.
[13274]    Never forget it. Never.
[13276]    Tenderly Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.
[13277]    Backache he. Bright's bright eye. Next item on the programme. Paying the
[13278]    piper. Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Stave it off awhile.
[13279]    Sings too: DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN. Appropriate. Kidney pie. Sweets to
[13280]    the. Not making much hand of it. Best value in. Characteristic of him.
[13281]    Power. Particular about his drink. Flaw in the glass, fresh Vartry water.
[13282]    Fecking matches from counters to save. Then squander a sovereign in dribs
[13283]    and drabs. And when he's wanted not a farthing. Screwed refusing to pay
[13284]    his fare. Curious types.
[13286]    Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived: never. In
[13287]    the gods of the old Royal with little Peake. And when the first note.
[13289]    Speech paused on Richie's lips.
[13291]    Coming out with a whopper now. Rhapsodies about damn all.
[13293]    Believes his own lies. Does really. Wonderful liar. But want a good
[13294]    memory.
[13296]    --Which air is that? asked Leopold Bloom.
[13298]    --ALL IS LOST NOW.
[13300]    Richie cocked his lips apout. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured:
[13301]    all. A thrush. A throstle. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's
[13302]    proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. Is lost. Rich sound. Two notes in one
[13303]    there. Blackbird I heard in the hawthorn valley. Taking my motives he
[13304]    twined and turned them. All most too new call is lost in all. Echo. How
[13305]    sweet the answer. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he whistled.
[13306]    Fall, surrender, lost.
[13308]    Bloom bent leopold ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the
[13309]    vase. Order. Yes, I remember. Lovely air. In sleep she went to him.
[13310]    Innocence in the moon. Brave. Don't know their danger. Still hold her
[13311]    back. Call name. Touch water. Jingle jaunty. Too late. She longed to go.
[13312]    That's why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes: all is lost.
[13314]    --A beautiful air, said Bloom lost Leopold. I know it well.
[13316]    Never in all his life had Richie Goulding.
[13318]    He knows it well too. Or he feels. Still harping on his daughter. Wise
[13319]    child that knows her father, Dedalus said. Me?
[13321]    Bloom askance over liverless saw. Face of the all is lost. Rollicking
[13322]    Richie once. Jokes old stale now. Wagging his ear. Napkinring in his eye.
[13323]    Now begging letters he sends his son with. Crosseyed Walter sir I did sir.
[13324]    Wouldn't trouble only I was expecting some money. Apologise.
[13326]    Piano again. Sounds better than last time I heard. Tuned probably.
[13327]    Stopped again.
[13329]    Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.
[13331]    --With it, Simon.
[13333]    --It, Simon.
[13335]    --Ladies and gentlemen, I am most deeply obliged by your kind
[13336]    solicitations.
[13338]    --It, Simon.
[13340]    --I have no money but if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour
[13341]    to sing to you of a heart bowed down.
[13343]    By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, her bronze and rose,
[13344]    a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous EAU DE NIL Mina
[13345]    to tankards two her pinnacles of gold.
[13347]    The harping chords of prelude closed. A chord, longdrawn, expectant,
[13348]    drew a voice away.
[13352]    Richie turned.
[13354]    --Si Dedalus' voice, he said.
[13356]    Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they listened feeling that flow
[13357]    endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Bloom signed to
[13358]    Pat, bald Pat is a waiter hard of hearing, to set ajar the door of the
[13359]    bar. The door of the bar. So. That will do. Pat, waiter, waited, waiting
[13360]    to hear, for he was hard of hear by the door.
[13364]    Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, low, not rain, not leaves
[13365]    in murmur, like no voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem
[13366]    dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their each
[13367]    his remembered lives. Good, good to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to
[13368]    from both depart when first they heard. When first they saw, lost Richie
[13369]    Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the
[13370]    least, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word.
[13372]    Love that is singing: love's old sweet song. Bloom unwound slowly
[13373]    the elastic band of his packet. Love's old sweet SONNEZ LA gold. Bloom
[13374]    wound a skein round four forkfingers, stretched it, relaxed, and wound it
[13375]    round his troubled double, fourfold, in octave, gyved them fast.
[13379]    Tenors get women by the score. Increase their flow. Throw flower at
[13380]    his feet. When will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He
[13381]    can't sing for tall hats. Your head it simply swurls. Perfumed for him.
[13382]    What perfume does your wife? I want to know. Jing. Stop. Knock. Last look
[13383]    at mirror always before she answers the door. The hall. There? How do you?
[13384]    I do well. There? What? Or? Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in her
[13385]    satchel. Yes? Hands felt for the opulent.
[13387]    Alas the voice rose, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud.
[13389]    --BUT ALAS, 'TWAS IDLE DREAMING ...
[13391]    Glorious tone he has still. Cork air softer also their brogue. Silly man!
[13392]    Could have made oceans of money. Singing wrong words. Wore out his
[13393]    wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he doesn't
[13394]    break down. Keep a trot for the avenue. His hands and feet sing too.
[13395]    Drink. Nerves overstrung. Must be abstemious to sing. Jenny Lind soup:
[13396]    stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. For creamy dreamy.
[13398]    Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full it throbbed. That's the chat.
[13399]    Ha, give! Take! Throb, a throb, a pulsing proud erect.
[13401]    Words? Music? No: it's what's behind.
[13403]    Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.
[13405]    Bloom. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in
[13406]    music out, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. Tipping her tepping her
[13407]    tapping her topping her. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the
[13408]    feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Flood, gush,
[13409]    flow, joygush, tupthrob. Now! Language of love.
[13411]    -- ... RAY OF HOPE IS ...
[13413]    Beaming. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse
[13414]    unsqueaked a ray of hopk.
[13416]    MARTHA it is. Coincidence. Just going to write. Lionel's song. Lovely
[13417]    name you have. Can't write. Accept my little pres. Play on her
[13418]    heartstrings pursestrings too. She's a. I called you naughty boy. Still
[13419]    the name: Martha. How strange! Today.
[13421]    The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. It sang again to
[13422]    Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to
[13423]    wait. How first he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to part,
[13424]    how look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart.
[13426]    Wish I could see his face, though. Explain better. Why the barber in
[13427]    Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass. Still
[13428]    hear it better here than in the bar though farther.
[13430]    --EACH GRACEFUL LOOK ...
[13432]    First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. Yellow,
[13433]    black lace she wore. Musical chairs. We two the last. Fate. After her.
[13434]    Fate.
[13436]    Round and round slow. Quick round. We two. All looked. Halt. Down she
[13437]    sat. All ousted looked. Lips laughing. Yellow knees.
[13439]    --CHARMED MY EYE ...
[13441]    Singing. WAITING she sang. I turned her music. Full voice of perfume
[13442]    of what perfume does your lilactrees. Bosom I saw, both full, throat
[13443]    warbling. First I saw. She thanked me. Why did she me? Fate. Spanishy
[13444]    eyes. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in
[13445]    shadow Dolores shedolores. At me. Luring. Ah, alluring.
[13447]    --MARTHA! AH, MARTHA!
[13449]    Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in cry of passion dominant
[13450]    to love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony. In cry
[13451]    of lionel loneliness that she should know, must martha feel. For only her
[13452]    he waited. Where? Here there try there here all try where. Somewhere.
[13454]    --CO-OME, THOU LOST ONE!
[13455]      CO-OME, THOU DEAR ONE!
[13457]    Alone. One love. One hope. One comfort me. Martha, chestnote, return!
[13459]    --COME!
[13461]    It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb
[13462]    it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long
[13463]    long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame,
[13464]    crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the etherial bosom,
[13465]    high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about
[13466]    the all, the endlessnessnessness ...
[13468]    --TO ME!
[13470]    Siopold!
[13472]    Consumed.
[13474]    Come. Well sung. All clapped. She ought to. Come. To me, to him, to
[13475]    her, you too, me, us.
[13477]    --Bravo! Clapclap. Good man, Simon. Clappyclapclap. Encore!
[13478]    Clapclipclap clap. Sound as a bell. Bravo, Simon! Clapclopclap. Encore,
[13479]    enclap, said, cried, clapped all, Ben Dollard, Lydia Douce, George
[13480]    Lidwell, Pat, Mina Kennedy, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley,
[13481]    first gent with tank and bronze miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina.
[13483]    Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor, said before.
[13484]    Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson,
[13485]    reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as said before just now. Atrot,
[13486]    in heat, heatseated. CLOCHE. SONNEZ LA. CLOCHE. SONNEZ LA. Slower the mare
[13487]    went up the hill by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Too slow for Boylan,
[13488]    blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, joggled the mare.
[13490]    An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the air made richer.
[13492]    And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider
[13493]    drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of
[13494]    two more tankards if she did not mind. Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving,
[13495]    coral lips, at first, at second. She did not mind.
[13497]    --Seven days in jail, Ben Dollard said, on bread and water. Then you'd
[13498]    sing, Simon, like a garden thrush.
[13500]    Lionel Simon, singer, laughed. Father Bob Cowley played. Mina
[13501]    Kennedy served. Second gentleman paid. Tom Kernan strutted in. Lydia,
[13502]    admired, admired. But Bloom sang dumb.
[13504]    Admiring.
[13506]    Richie, admiring, descanted on that man's glorious voice. He
[13507]    remembered one night long ago. Never forget that night. Si sang 'TWAS
[13508]    RANK AND FAME: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Good God he never heard in all his
[13509]    life a note like that he never did THEN FALSE ONE WE HAD BETTER PART so
[13510]    clear so God he never heard SINCE LOVE LIVES NOT a clinking voice lives
[13511]    not ask Lambert he can tell you too.
[13513]    Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the
[13514]    night, Si in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'TWAS RANK AND FAME.
[13516]    He, Mr Bloom, listened while he, Richie Goulding, told him, Mr
[13517]    Bloom, of the night he, Richie, heard him, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND
[13518]    FAME in his, Ned Lambert's, house.
[13520]    Brothers-in-law: relations. We never speak as we pass by. Rift in the
[13521]    lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more. The
[13522]    night Si sang. The human voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more
[13523]    than all others.
[13525]    That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It's in the silence after
[13526]    you feel you hear. Vibrations. Now silent air.
[13528]    Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked
[13529]    the slender catgut thong. He drew and plucked. It buzz, it twanged. While
[13530]    Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan,
[13531]    harking back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening
[13532]    Father Cowley, who played a voluntary, who nodded as he played. While
[13533]    big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, lighting, who nodded as he
[13534]    smoked, who smoked.
[13536]    Thou lost one. All songs on that theme. Yet more Bloom stretched his
[13537]    string. Cruel it seems. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on.
[13538]    Then tear asunder. Death. Explos. Knock on the head. Outtohelloutofthat.
[13539]    Human life. Dignam. Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! Five bob I gave.
[13540]    CORPUS PARADISUM. Corncrake croaker: belly like a poisoned pup. Gone.
[13541]    They sing. Forgotten. I too; And one day she with. Leave her: get tired.
[13542]    Suffer then. Snivel. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. Her
[13543]    wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb:'d.
[13545]    Yet too much happy bores. He stretched more, more. Are you not
[13546]    happy in your? Twang. It snapped.
[13548]    Jingle into Dorset street.
[13550]    Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.
[13552]    --Don't make half so free, said she, till we are better acquainted.
[13554]    George Lidwell told her really and truly: but she did not believe.
[13556]    First gentleman told Mina that was so. She asked him was that so.
[13557]    And second tankard told her so. That that was so.
[13559]    Miss Douce, miss Lydia, did not believe: miss Kennedy, Mina, did not
[13560]    believe: George Lidwell, no: miss Dou did not: the first, the first: gent
[13561]    with the tank: believe, no, no: did not, miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the
[13562]    tank.
[13564]    Better write it here. Quills in the postoffice chewed and twisted.
[13566]    Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh. A pen and ink. He went. A pad. He
[13567]    went. A pad to blot. He heard, deaf Pat.
[13569]    --Yes, Mr Bloom said, teasing the curling catgut line. It certainly is.
[13570]    Few lines will do. My present. All that Italian florid music is. Who is
[13571]    this wrote? Know the name you know better. Take out sheet notepaper,
[13572]    envelope: unconcerned. It's so characteristic.
[13574]    --Grandest number in the whole opera, Goulding said.
[13576]    --It is, Bloom said.
[13578]    Numbers it is. All music when you come to think. Two multiplied by two
[13579]    divided by half is twice one. Vibrations: chords those are. One plus two
[13580]    plus six is seven. Do anything you like with figures juggling. Always find
[13581]    out this equal to that. Symmetry under a cemetery wall. He doesn't see my
[13582]    mourning. Callous: all for his own gut. Musemathematics. And you think
[13583]    you're listening to the etherial. But suppose you said it like: Martha,
[13584]    seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Fall quite flat. It's on
[13585]    account of the sounds it is.
[13587]    Instance he's playing now. Improvising. Might be what you like, till
[13588]    you hear the words. Want to listen sharp. Hard. Begin all right: then hear
[13589]    chords a bit off: feel lost a bit. In and out of sacks, over barrels,
[13590]    through wirefences, obstacle race. Time makes the tune. Question of mood
[13591]    you're in. Still always nice to hear. Except scales up and down, girls
[13592]    learning. Two together nextdoor neighbours. Ought to invent dummy pianos
[13593]    for that. BLUMENLIED I bought for her. The name. Playing it slow, a girl,
[13594]    night I came home, the girl. Door of the stables near Cecilia street.
[13595]    Milly no taste. Queer because we both, I mean.
[13597]    Bald deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Pat set with ink pen quite
[13598]    flat pad. Pat took plate dish knife fork. Pat went.
[13600]    It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a
[13601]    boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles.
[13602]    Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Walking, you know, Ben, in the
[13603]    moonlight with those earthquake hats. Blending their voices. God, such
[13604]    music, Ben. Heard as a boy. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole.
[13606]    Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed
[13607]    a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, a call from afar, replying.
[13609]    Down the edge of his FREEMAN baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye,
[13610]    scanning for where did I see that. Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.
[13611]    Heigho! Heigho! Fawcett. Aha! Just I was looking ...
[13613]    Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. He held unfurled his FREEMAN.
[13614]    Can't see now. Remember write Greek ees. Bloom dipped, Bloo mur: dear
[13615]    sir. Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. Got your lett and flow. Hell did I put?
[13616]    Some pock or oth. It is utterl imposs. Underline IMPOSS. To write today.
[13618]    Bore this. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am just reflecting
[13619]    fingers on flat pad Pat brought.
[13621]    On. Know what I mean. No, change that ee. Accep my poor litt pres
[13622]    enclos. Ask her no answ. Hold on. Five Dig. Two about here. Penny the
[13623]    gulls. Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne's. Is eight about. Say half a
[13624]    crown. My poor little pres: p. o. two and six. Write me a long. Do you
[13625]    despise? Jingle, have you the? So excited. Why do you call me naught?
[13626]    You naughty too? O, Mairy lost the string of her. Bye for today. Yes, yes,
[13627]    will tell you. Want to. To keep it up. Call me that other. Other world she
[13628]    wrote. My patience are exhaust. To keep it up. You must believe. Believe.
[13629]    The tank. It. Is. True.
[13631]    Folly am I writing? Husbands don't. That's marriage does, their
[13632]    wives. Because I'm away from. Suppose. But how? She must. Keep young.
[13633]    If she found out. Card in my high grade ha. No, not tell all. Useless
[13634]    pain. If they don't see. Woman. Sauce for the gander.
[13636]    A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of
[13637]    number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on which sat a fare, a young
[13638]    gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by
[13639]    George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay, and
[13640]    wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one
[13641]    Great Brunswick street, hatter. Eh? This is the jingle that joggled and
[13642]    jingled. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a
[13643]    gallantbuttocked mare.
[13645]    --Answering an ad? keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom.
[13647]    --Yes, Mr Bloom said. Town traveller. Nothing doing, I expect.
[13649]    Bloom mur: best references. But Henry wrote: it will excite me. You
[13650]    know how. In haste. Henry. Greek ee. Better add postscript. What is he
[13651]    playing now? Improvising. Intermezzo. P. S. The rum tum tum. How will
[13652]    you pun? You punish me? Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. Tell me I want
[13653]    to. Know. O. Course if I didn't I wouldn't ask. La la la ree. Trails off
[13654]    there sad in minor. Why minor sad? Sign H. They like sad tail at end.
[13655]    P. P. S. La la la ree. I feel so sad today. La ree. So lonely. Dee.
[13657]    He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Envel. Address. Just copy out of
[13658]    paper. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Henry wrote:
[13661]            Miss Martha Clifford
[13662]                c/o P. O.
[13663]            Dolphin's Barn Lane
[13664]                    Dublin
[13667]    Blot over the other so he can't read. There. Right. Idea prize titbit.
[13668]    Something detective read off blottingpad. Payment at the rate of guinea
[13669]    per col. Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. Poor Mrs Purefoy. U. P:
[13670]    up.
[13672]    Too poetical that about the sad. Music did that. Music hath charms.
[13673]    Shakespeare said. Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be.
[13674]    Wisdom while you wait.
[13676]    In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is
[13677]    all. One body. Do. But do.
[13679]    Done anyhow. Postal order, stamp. Postoffice lower down. Walk
[13680]    now. Enough. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them. Dislike that job.
[13682]    House of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn't hear. Deaf beetle he is.
[13684]    Car near there now. Talk. Talk. Pat! Doesn't. Settling those napkins.
[13685]    Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Paint face behind on him then he'd
[13686]    be two. Wish they'd sing more. Keep my mind off.
[13688]    Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Pat is a waiter hard of
[13689]    his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He
[13690]    waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits
[13691]    while you wait. While you wait if you wait he will wait while you wait.
[13692]    Hee hee hee hee. Hoh. Wait while you wait.
[13694]    Douce now. Douce Lydia. Bronze and rose.
[13696]    She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. And look at the lovely
[13697]    shell she brought.
[13699]    To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding
[13700]    seahorn that he, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.
[13702]    --Listen! she bade him.
[13704]    Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow.
[13705]    Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. Well, sir, the husband
[13706]    took him by the throat. SCOUNDREL, said he, YOU'LL SING NO MORE LOVESONGS.
[13707]    He did, faith, sir Tom. Bob Cowley wove. Tenors get wom. Cowley lay back.
[13709]    Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard.
[13711]    Wonderful. She held it to her own. And through the sifted light pale gold
[13712]    in contrast glided. To hear.
[13714]    Tap.
[13716]    Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard
[13717]    more faintly that that they heard, each for herself alone, then each for
[13718]    other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a silent roar.
[13720]    Bronze by a weary gold, anear, afar, they listened.
[13722]    Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there. Been to the seaside.
[13723]    Lovely seaside girls. Skin tanned raw. Should have put on coldcream first
[13724]    make it brown. Buttered toast. O and that lotion mustn't forget. Fever
[13725]    near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over: shell with
[13726]    seaweed. Why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair? And Turks the
[13727]    mouth, why? Her eyes over the sheet. Yashmak. Find the way in. A cave. No
[13728]    admittance except on business.
[13730]    The sea they think they hear. Singing. A roar. The blood it is. Souse
[13731]    in the ear sometimes. Well, it's a sea. Corpuscle islands.
[13733]    Wonderful really. So distinct. Again. George Lidwell held its murmur,
[13734]    hearing: then laid it by, gently.
[13736]    --What are the wild waves saying? he asked her, smiled.
[13738]    Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.
[13740]    Tap.
[13742]    By Larry O'Rourke's, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and
[13743]    Boylan turned.
[13745]    From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her tankards waiting.
[13746]    No, she was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell know.
[13747]    Walks in the moonlight by the sea. No, not alone. With whom? She nobly
[13748]    answered: with a gentleman friend.
[13750]    Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The
[13751]    landlord has the prior. A little time. Long John. Big Ben. Lightly he
[13752]    played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and
[13753]    smiling, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends. One: one, one, one,
[13754]    one, one: two, one, three, four.
[13756]    Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the cattlemarket,
[13757]    cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. There's music everywhere.
[13758]    Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. No, that's noise. Minuet of DON GIOVANNI
[13759]    he's playing now. Court dresses of all descriptions in castle chambers
[13760]    dancing. Misery. Peasants outside. Green starving faces eating
[13761]    dockleaves. Nice that is. Look: look, look, look, look, look: you
[13762]    look at us.
[13764]    That's joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other
[13765]    joy. But both are joys. Yes, joy it must be. Mere fact of music shows you
[13766]    are. Often thought she was in the dumps till she began to lilt. Then
[13767]    know.
[13769]    M'Coy valise. My wife and your wife. Squealing cat. Like tearing silk.
[13770]    Tongue when she talks like the clapper of a bellows. They can't manage
[13771]    men's intervals. Gap in their voices too. Fill me. I'm warm, dark, open.
[13772]    Molly in QUIS EST HOMO: Mercadante. My ear against the wall to hear. Want
[13773]    a woman who can deliver the goods.
[13775]    Jog jig jogged stopped. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks
[13776]    skyblue clocks came light to earth.
[13778]    O, look we are so! Chamber music. Could make a kind of pun on
[13779]    that. It is a kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is.
[13780]    Tinkling. Empty vessels make most noise. Because the acoustics, the
[13781]    resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the law
[13782]    of falling water. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed.
[13783]    Pearls. Drops. Rain. Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle. Hissss. Now.
[13784]    Maybe now. Before.
[13786]    One rapped on a door, one tapped with a knock, did he knock Paul
[13787]    de Kock with a loud proud knocker with a cock carracarracarra cock.
[13788]    Cockcock.
[13790]    Tap.
[13792]    --QUI SDEGNO, Ben, said Father Cowley.
[13794]    --No, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. THE CROPPY BOY. Our native Doric.
[13796]    --Ay do, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. Good men and true.
[13798]    --Do, do, they begged in one.
[13800]    I'll go. Here, Pat, return. Come. He came, he came, he did not stay.
[13801]    To me. How much?
[13803]    --What key? Six sharps?
[13805]    --F sharp major, Ben Dollard said.
[13807]    Bob Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords.
[13809]    Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince. No, Richie said. Yes, must.
[13810]    Got money somewhere. He's on for a razzle backache spree. Much? He
[13811]    seehears lipspeech. One and nine. Penny for yourself. Here. Give him
[13812]    twopence tip. Deaf, bothered. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting,
[13813]    waiting Patty come home. Hee hee hee hee. Deaf wait while they wait.
[13815]    But wait. But hear. Chords dark. Lugugugubrious. Low. In a cave of
[13816]    the dark middle earth. Embedded ore. Lumpmusic.
[13818]    The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach
[13819]    and painful, come from afar, from hoary mountains, called on good men
[13820]    and true. The priest he sought. With him would he speak a word.
[13822]    Tap.
[13824]    Ben Dollard's voice. Base barreltone. Doing his level best to say it.
[13825]    Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh. Other comedown. Big
[13826]    ships' chandler's business he did once. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships'
[13827]    lanterns. Failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Now in the Iveagh
[13828]    home. Cubicle number so and so. Number one Bass did that for him.
[13830]    The priest's at home. A false priest's servant bade him welcome. Step
[13831]    in. The holy father. With bows a traitor servant. Curlycues of chords.
[13833]    Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their
[13834]    days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die.
[13836]    The voice of warning, solemn warning, told them the youth had
[13837]    entered a lonely hall, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told
[13838]    them the gloomy chamber, the vested priest sitting to shrive.
[13840]    Decent soul. Bit addled now. Thinks he'll win in ANSWERS, poets'
[13841]    picture puzzle. We hand you crisp five pound note. Bird sitting hatching
[13842]    in a nest. Lay of the last minstrel he thought it was. See blank tee what
[13843]    domestic animal? Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Good voice he has
[13844]    still. No eunuch yet with all his belongings.
[13846]    Listen. Bloom listened. Richie Goulding listened. And by the door
[13847]    deaf Pat, bald Pat, tipped Pat, listened. The chords harped slower.
[13849]    The voice of penance and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous.
[13850]    Ben's contrite beard confessed. IN NOMINE DOMINI, in God's name he knelt.
[13851]    He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: MEA CULPA.
[13853]    Latin again. That holds them like birdlime. Priest with the
[13854]    communion corpus for those women. Chap in the mortuary, coffin or
[13855]    coffey, CORPUSNOMINE. Wonder where that rat is by now. Scrape.
[13857]    Tap.
[13859]    They listened. Tankards and miss Kennedy. George Lidwell, eyelid
[13860]    well expressive, fullbusted satin. Kernan. Si.
[13862]    The sighing voice of sorrow sang. His sins. Since Easter he had
[13863]    cursed three times. You bitch's bast. And once at masstime he had gone to
[13864]    play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he
[13865]    had not prayed. A boy. A croppy boy.
[13867]    Bronze, listening, by the beerpull gazed far away. Soulfully. Doesn't
[13868]    half know I'm. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking.
[13870]    Bronze gazed far sideways. Mirror there. Is that best side of her face?
[13871]    They always know. Knock at the door. Last tip to titivate.
[13873]    Cockcarracarra.
[13875]    What do they think when they hear music? Way to catch rattlesnakes.
[13876]    Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Tuning up. Shah of Persia liked that
[13877]    best. Remind him of home sweet home. Wiped his nose in curtain too.
[13878]    Custom his country perhaps. That's music too. Not as bad as it sounds.
[13879]    Tootling. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Doublebasses helpless,
[13880]    gashes in their sides. Woodwinds mooing cows. Semigrand open crocodile
[13881]    music hath jaws. Woodwind like Goodwin's name.
[13883]    She looked fine. Her crocus dress she wore lowcut, belongings on
[13884]    show. Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a
[13885]    question. Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa's.
[13886]    Hypnotised, listening. Eyes like that. She bent. Chap in dresscircle
[13887]    staring down into her with his operaglass for all he was worth. Beauty
[13888]    of music you must hear twice. Nature woman half a look. God made the
[13889]    country man the tune. Met him pike hoses. Philosophy. O rocks!
[13891]    All gone. All fallen. At the siege of Ross his father, at Gorey all his
[13892]    brothers fell. To Wexford, we are the boys of Wexford, he would. Last of
[13893]    his name and race.
[13895]    I too. Last of my race. Milly young student. Well, my fault perhaps.
[13896]    No son. Rudy. Too late now. Or if not? If not? If still?
[13898]    He bore no hate.
[13900]    Hate. Love. Those are names. Rudy. Soon I am old. Big Ben his voice
[13901]    unfolded. Great voice Richie Goulding said, a flush struggling in his
[13902]    pale, to Bloom soon old. But when was young?
[13904]    Ireland comes now. My country above the king. She listens. Who
[13905]    fears to speak of nineteen four? Time to be shoving. Looked enough.
[13907]    --BLESS ME, FATHER, Dollard the croppy cried. BLESS ME AND LET ME GO.
[13909]    Tap.
[13911]    Bloom looked, unblessed to go. Got up to kill: on eighteen bob a
[13912]    week. Fellows shell out the dibs. Want to keep your weathereye open. Those
[13913]    girls, those lovely. By the sad sea waves. Chorusgirl's romance. Letters
[13914]    read out for breach of promise. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum.
[13915]    Laughter in court. Henry. I never signed it. The lovely name you.
[13917]    Low sank the music, air and words. Then hastened. The false priest
[13918]    rustling soldier from his cassock. A yeoman captain. They know it all by
[13919]    heart. The thrill they itch for. Yeoman cap.
[13921]    Tap. Tap.
[13923]    Thrilled she listened, bending in sympathy to hear.
[13925]    Blank face. Virgin should say: or fingered only. Write something on
[13926]    it: page. If not what becomes of them? Decline, despair. Keeps them young.
[13927]    Even admire themselves. See. Play on her. Lip blow. Body of white woman,
[13928]    a flute alive. Blow gentle. Loud. Three holes, all women. Goddess I didn't
[13929]    see. They want it. Not too much polite. That's why he gets them. Gold in
[13930]    your pocket, brass in your face. Say something. Make her hear. With look
[13931]    to look. Songs without words. Molly, that hurdygurdy boy. She knew he
[13932]    meant the monkey was sick. Or because so like the Spanish. Understand
[13933]    animals too that way. Solomon did. Gift of nature.
[13935]    Ventriloquise. My lips closed. Think in my stom. What?
[13937]    Will? You? I. Want. You. To.
[13939]    With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic
[13940]    bitch's bastard. A good thought, boy, to come. One hour's your time to
[13941]    live, your last.
[13943]    Tap. Tap.
[13945]    Thrill now. Pity they feel. To wipe away a tear for martyrs that want
[13946]    to, dying to, die. For all things dying, for all things born. Poor Mrs
[13947]    Purefoy. Hope she's over. Because their wombs.
[13949]    A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes,
[13950]    calmly, hearing. See real beauty of the eye when she not speaks. On yonder
[13951]    river. At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave (her heaving embon) red
[13952]    rose rose slowly sank red rose. Heartbeats: her breath: breath that is
[13953]    life. And all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair.
[13955]    But look. The bright stars fade. O rose! Castile. The morn. Ha.
[13956]    Lidwell. For him then not for. Infatuated. I like that? See her
[13957]    from here though. Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties.
[13959]    On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia hand, lightly, plumply, leave
[13960]    it to my hands. All lost in pity for croppy. Fro, to: to, fro: over the
[13961]    polished knob (she knows his eyes, my eyes, her eyes) her thumb and finger
[13962]    passed in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then slid so
[13963]    smoothly, slowly down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through
[13964]    their sliding ring.
[13966]    With a cock with a carra.
[13968]    Tap. Tap. Tap.
[13970]    I hold this house. Amen. He gnashed in fury. Traitors swing.
[13972]    The chords consented. Very sad thing. But had to be. Get out before
[13973]    the end. Thanks, that was heavenly. Where's my hat. Pass by her. Can
[13974]    leave that Freeman. Letter I have. Suppose she were the? No. Walk,
[13975]    walk, walk. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall
[13976]    Farrell. Waaaaaaalk.
[13978]    Well, I must be. Are you off? Yrfmstbyes. Blmstup. O'er ryehigh blue.
[13979]    Ow. Bloom stood up. Soap feeling rather sticky behind. Must have
[13980]    sweated: music. That lotion, remember. Well, so long. High grade. Card
[13981]    inside. Yes.
[13983]    By deaf Pat in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed.
[13985]    At Geneva barrack that young man died. At Passage was his body
[13986]    laid. Dolor! O, he dolores! The voice of the mournful chanter called to
[13987]    dolorous prayer.
[13989]    By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties,
[13990]    by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and
[13991]    faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely
[13992]    Bloom.
[13994]    Tap. Tap. Tap.
[13996]    Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe
[13997]    a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.
[13999]    Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond
[14000]    hallway heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots
[14001]    all treading, boots not the boots the boy. General chorus off for a swill
[14002]    to wash it down. Glad I avoided.
[14004]    --Come on, Ben, Simon Dedalus cried. By God, you're as good as ever you
[14005]    were.
[14007]    --Better, said Tomgin Kernan. Most trenchant rendition of that ballad,
[14008]    upon my soul and honour It is.
[14010]    --Lablache, said Father Cowley.
[14012]    Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar, mightily praisefed and all
[14013]    big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes
[14014]    in the air.
[14016]    Big Benaben Dollard. Big Benben. Big Benben.
[14018]    Rrr.
[14020]    And deepmoved all, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose,
[14021]    all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, in right good cheer.
[14023]    --You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said.
[14025]    Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.
[14027]    --Ben machree, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade.
[14028]    Fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his
[14029]    person.
[14031]    Rrrrrrrsss.
[14033]    --Fat of death, Simon, Ben Dollard growled.
[14035]    Richie rift in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Uncertainly
[14036]    he waited. Unpaid Pat too.
[14038]    Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
[14040]    Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.
[14042]    --Mr Dollard, they murmured low.
[14044]    --Dollard, murmured tankard.
[14046]    Tank one believed: miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll:
[14047]    the tank.
[14049]    He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him,
[14050]    that is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollard, was it?
[14051]    Dollard, yes.
[14053]    Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard. He sang that song lovely,
[14054]    murmured Mina. Mr Dollard. And THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER was a lovely
[14055]    song. Mina loved that song. Tankard loved the song that Mina.
[14057]    'Tis the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round
[14058]    inside.
[14060]    Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. Postoffice near Reuben J's
[14061]    one and eightpence too. Get shut of it. Dodge round by Greek street. Wish
[14062]    I hadn't promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your nerves.
[14063]    Beerpull. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth. That rules
[14064]    the world.
[14066]    Far. Far. Far. Far.
[14068]    Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
[14070]    Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for
[14071]    Mady, with sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses
[14072]    went Poldy on.
[14074]    Tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.
[14076]    Cowley, he stuns himself with it: kind of drunkenness. Better give
[14077]    way only half way the way of a man with a maid. Instance enthusiasts. All
[14078]    ears. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Eyes shut. Head nodding in time. Dotty.
[14079]    You daren't budge. Thinking strictly prohibited. Always talking shop.
[14080]    Fiddlefaddle about notes.
[14082]    All a kind of attempt to talk. Unpleasant when it stops because you
[14083]    never know exac. Organ in Gardiner street. Old Glynn fifty quid a year.
[14084]    Queer up there in the cockloft, alone, with stops and locks and keys.
[14085]    Seated all day at the organ. Maunder on for hours, talking to himself or
[14086]    the other fellow blowing the bellows. Growl angry, then shriek cursing
[14087]    (want to have wadding or something in his no don't she cried), then all of
[14088]    a soft sudden wee little wee little pipy wind.
[14090]    Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom's little wee.
[14092]    --Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. I was with him
[14093]    this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's ...
[14095]    --Ay, the Lord have mercy on him.
[14097]    --By the bye there's a tuningfork in there on the ...
[14099]    Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
[14101]    --The wife has a fine voice. Or had. What? Lidwell asked.
[14103]    --O, that must be the tuner, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw, forgot
[14104]    it when he was here.
[14106]    Blind he was she told George Lidwell second I saw. And played so
[14107]    exquisitely, treat to hear. Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold.
[14109]    --Shout! Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. Sing out!
[14111]    --'lldo! cried Father Cowley.
[14113]    Rrrrrr.
[14115]    I feel I want ...
[14117]    Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap
[14119]    --Very, Mr Dedalus said, staring hard at a headless sardine.
[14121]    Under the sandwichbell lay on a bier of bread one last, one lonely, last
[14122]    sardine of summer. Bloom alone.
[14124]    --Very, he stared. The lower register, for choice.
[14126]    Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
[14128]    Bloom went by Barry's. Wish I could. Wait. That wonderworker if I
[14129]    had. Twentyfour solicitors in that one house. Counted them. Litigation.
[14130]    Love one another. Piles of parchment. Messrs Pick and Pocket have power
[14131]    of attorney. Goulding, Collis, Ward.
[14133]    But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. His vocation:
[14134]    Mickey Rooney's band. Wonder how it first struck him. Sitting at home
[14135]    after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his
[14136]    band part. Pom. Pompedy. Jolly for the wife. Asses' skins. Welt them
[14137]    through life, then wallop after death. Pom. Wallop. Seems to be what you
[14138]    call yashmak or I mean kismet. Fate.
[14140]    Tap. Tap. A stripling, blind, with a tapping cane came taptaptapping
[14141]    by Daly's window where a mermaid hair all streaming (but he couldn't see)
[14142]    blew whiffs of a mermaid (blind couldn't), mermaid, coolest whiff of all.
[14144]    Instruments. A blade of grass, shell of her hands, then blow. Even
[14145]    comb and tissuepaper you can knock a tune out of. Molly in her shift in
[14146]    Lombard street west, hair down. I suppose each kind of trade made its own,
[14147]    don't you see? Hunter with a horn. Haw. Have you the? CLOCHE. SONNEZ LA.
[14148]    Shepherd his pipe. Pwee little wee. Policeman a whistle. Locks and keys!
[14149]    Sweep! Four o'clock's all's well! Sleep! All is lost now. Drum? Pompedy.
[14150]    Wait. I know. Towncrier, bumbailiff. Long John. Waken the dead. Pom.
[14151]    Dignam. Poor little NOMINEDOMINE. Pom. It is music. I mean of course it's
[14152]    all pom pom pom very much what they call DA CAPO. Still you can hear. As
[14153]    we march, we march along, march along. Pom.
[14155]    I must really. Fff. Now if I did that at a banquet. Just a question of
[14156]    custom shah of Persia. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. All the same he must
[14157]    have been a bit of a natural not to see it was a yeoman cap. Muffled up.
[14158]    Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown macin. O, the whore
[14159]    of the lane!
[14161]    A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the
[14162]    day along the quay towards Mr Bloom. When first he saw that form
[14163]    endearing? Yes, it is. I feel so lonely. Wet night in the lane. Horn. Who
[14164]    had the? Heehaw shesaw. Off her beat here. What is she? Hope she. Psst!
[14165]    Any chance of your wash. Knew Molly. Had me decked. Stout lady does be
[14166]    with you in the brown costume. Put you off your stroke, that. Appointment
[14167]    we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. Too dear too near to home
[14168]    sweet home. Sees me, does she? Looks a fright in the day. Face like dip.
[14169]    Damn her. O, well, she has to live like the rest. Look in here.
[14171]    In Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel
[14172]    Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged
[14173]    battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Bargain: six bob.
[14174]    Might learn to play. Cheap. Let her pass. Course everything is dear if
[14175]    you don't want it. That's what good salesman is. Make you buy what he
[14176]    wants to sell. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. Wanted
[14177]    to charge me for the edge he gave it. She's passing now. Six bob.
[14179]    Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund.
[14181]    Near bronze from anear near gold from afar they chinked their clinking
[14182]    glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before bronze Lydia's tempting
[14183]    last rose of summer, rose of Castile. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a
[14184]    fifth: Lidwell, Si Dedalus, Bob Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard.
[14186]    Tap. A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall.
[14188]    Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's window. Robert
[14189]    Emmet's last words. Seven last words. Of Meyerbeer that is.
[14191]    --True men like you men.
[14193]    --Ay, ay, Ben.
[14195]    --Will lift your glass with us.
[14197]    They lifted.
[14199]    Tschink. Tschunk.
[14201]    Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He
[14202]    saw not gold. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor
[14203]    Richie nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. He did not see.
[14205]    Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Softly. WHEN MY COUNTRY
[14208]    Prrprr.
[14210]    Must be the bur.
[14212]    Fff! Oo. Rrpr.
[14214]    NATIONS OF THE EARTH. No-one behind. She's passed. THEN AND NOT TILL
[14215]    THEN. Tram kran kran kran. Good oppor. Coming. Krandlkrankran. I'm
[14216]    sure it's the burgund. Yes. One, two. LET MY EPITAPH BE. Kraaaaaa.
[14217]    WRITTEN. I HAVE.
[14219]    Pprrpffrrppffff.
[14221]    DONE.