Ulysses by James Joyce
Aeolus

Leopold Bloom Telemachus
Nestor
Proteus
Calypso
Lotus-Eaters
Hades
Aeolus
Lestrygonians
Scylla and Charybdis
Wandering Rocks
Sirens
Cyclops
Nausicaa
Oxen of the Sun
Circe
Eumeus
Ithaca
Penelope

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[5373]     
[5374]     
[5375]         IN THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS
[5376]     
[5377]     
[5378]     Before Nelson's pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed trolley, started
[5379]     for Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clonskea, Rathgar and Terenure,
[5380]     Palmerston Park and upper Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines,
[5381]     Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross. The hoarse Dublin
[5382]     United Tramway Company's timekeeper bawled them off:
[5383]     
[5384]     --Rathgar and Terenure!
[5385]     
[5386]     --Come on, Sandymount Green!
[5387]     
[5388]     Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a
[5389]     singledeck moved from their railheads, swerved to the down line, glided
[5390]     parallel.
[5391]     
[5392]     --Start, Palmerston Park!
[5393]     
[5394]     
[5395]         THE WEARER OF THE CROWN
[5396]     
[5397]     
[5398]     Under the porch of the general post office shoeblacks called and
[5399]     polished. Parked in North Prince's street His Majesty's vermilion
[5400]     mailcars, bearing on their sides the royal initials, E. R., received
[5401]     loudly flung sacks of letters, postcards, lettercards, parcels, insured
[5402]     and paid, for local, provincial, British and overseas delivery.
[5403]     
[5404]     
[5405]         GENTLEMEN OF THE PRESS
[5406]     
[5407]     
[5408]     Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's
[5409]     stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float
[5410]     bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of
[5411]     Prince's stores.
[5412]     
[5413]     --There it is, Red Murray said. Alexander Keyes.
[5414]     
[5415]     --Just cut it out, will you? Mr Bloom said, and I'll take it round to the
[5416]     TELEGRAPH office.
[5417]     
[5418]     The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again. Davy Stephens, minute
[5419]     in a large capecoat, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out
[5420]     with a roll of papers under his cape, a king's courier.
[5421]     
[5422]     Red Murray's long shears sliced out the advertisement from the
[5423]     newspaper in four clean strokes. Scissors and paste.
[5424]     
[5425]     --I'll go through the printingworks, Mr Bloom said, taking the cut square.
[5426]     
[5427]     --Of course, if he wants a par, Red Murray said earnestly, a pen behind
[5428]     his ear, we can do him one.
[5429]     
[5430]     --Right, Mr Bloom said with a nod. I'll rub that in.
[5431]     
[5432]     We.
[5433]     
[5434]     
[5435]         WILLIAM BRAYDEN,
[5436]         ESQUIRE, OF OAKLANDS, SANDYMOUNT
[5437]     
[5438]     
[5439]     Red Murray touched Mr Bloom's arm with the shears and whispered:
[5440]     
[5441]     --Brayden.
[5442]     
[5443]     Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a
[5444]     stately figure entered between the newsboards of the WEEKLY FREEMAN AND
[5445]     NATIONAL PRESS and the FREEMAN'S JOURNAL AND NATIONAL PRESS. Dullthudding
[5446]     Guinness's barrels. It passed statelily up the staircase, steered by an
[5447]     umbrella, a solemn beardframed face. The broadcloth back ascended each
[5448]     step: back. All his brains are in the nape of his neck, Simon Dedalus
[5449]     says. Welts of flesh behind on him. Fat folds of neck, fat, neck, fat,
[5450]     neck.
[5451]     
[5452]     --Don't you think his face is like Our Saviour? Red Murray whispered.
[5453]     
[5454]     The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree. They always build
[5455]     one door opposite another for the wind to. Way in. Way out.
[5456]     
[5457]     Our Saviour: beardframed oval face: talking in the dusk. Mary,
[5458]     Martha. Steered by an umbrella sword to the footlights: Mario the tenor.
[5459]     
[5460]     --Or like Mario, Mr Bloom said.
[5461]     
[5462]     --Yes, Red Murray agreed. But Mario was said to be the picture of Our
[5463]     Saviour.
[5464]     
[5465]     Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Hand on his
[5466]     heart. In MARTHA.
[5467]     
[5468]     
[5469]         CO-OME THOU LOST ONE,
[5470]         CO-OME THOU DEAR ONE!
[5471]     
[5472]     
[5473]         THE CROZIER AND THE PEN
[5474]     
[5475]     
[5476]     --His grace phoned down twice this morning, Red Murray said gravely.
[5477]     
[5478]     They watched the knees, legs, boots vanish. Neck.
[5479]     
[5480]     A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the counter
[5481]     and stepped off posthaste with a word:
[5482]     
[5483]     --FREEMAN!
[5484]     
[5485]     Mr Bloom said slowly:
[5486]     
[5487]     --Well, he is one of our saviours also.
[5488]     
[5489]     A meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflap, as he
[5490]     passed in through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage,
[5491]     along the now reverberating boards. But will he save the circulation?
[5492]     Thumping. Thumping.
[5493]     
[5494]     He pushed in the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn
[5495]     packing paper. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards
[5496]     Nannetti's reading closet.
[5497]     
[5498]     Hynes here too: account of the funeral probably. Thumping. Thump.
[5499]     
[5500]     
[5501]         WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT IS WE ANNOUNCE THE DISSOLUTION
[5502]         OF A MOST RESPECTED DUBLIN BURGESS
[5503]     
[5504]     
[5505]     This morning the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. Machines.
[5506]     Smash a man to atoms if they got him caught. Rule the world today. His
[5507]     machineries are pegging away too. Like these, got out of hand: fermenting.
[5508]     Working away, tearing away. And that old grey rat tearing to get in.
[5509]     
[5510]     
[5511]         HOW A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS TURNED OUT
[5512]     
[5513]     
[5514]     Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.
[5515]     
[5516]     Strange he never saw his real country. Ireland my country. Member
[5517]     for College green. He boomed that workaday worker tack for all it was
[5518]     worth. It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not the stale news in
[5519]     the official gazette. Queen Anne is dead. Published by authority in the
[5520]     year one thousand and. Demesne situate in the townland of Rosenallis,
[5521]     barony of Tinnahinch. To all whom it may concern schedule pursuant to
[5522]     statute showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from
[5523]     Ballina. Nature notes. Cartoons. Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story.
[5524]     Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots. Country bumpkin's queries. Dear Mr
[5525]     Editor, what is a good cure for flatulence? I'd like that part. Learn a
[5526]     lot teaching others. The personal note. M. A. P. Mainly all pictures.
[5527]     Shapely bathers on golden strand. World's biggest balloon. Double marriage
[5528]     of sisters celebrated. Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other.
[5529]     Cuprani too, printer. More Irish than the Irish.
[5530]     
[5531]     The machines clanked in threefour time. Thump, thump, thump.
[5532]     Now if he got paralysed there and no-one knew how to stop them they'd
[5533]     clank on and on the same, print it over and over and up and back.
[5534]     Monkeydoodle the whole thing. Want a cool head.
[5535]     
[5536]     --Well, get it into the evening edition, councillor, Hynes said.
[5537]     
[5538]     Soon be calling him my lord mayor. Long John is backing him, they say.
[5539]     
[5540]     The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a corner of the
[5541]     sheet and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over
[5542]     the dirty glass screen.
[5543]     
[5544]     --Right: thanks, Hynes said moving off.
[5545]     
[5546]     Mr Bloom stood in his way.
[5547]     
[5548]     --If you want to draw the cashier is just going to lunch, he said,
[5549]     pointing backward with his thumb.
[5550]     
[5551]     --Did you? Hynes asked.
[5552]     
[5553]     --Mm, Mr Bloom said. Look sharp and you'll catch him.
[5554]     
[5555]     --Thanks, old man, Hynes said. I'll tap him too.
[5556]     
[5557]     He hurried on eagerly towards the FREEMAN'S JOURNAL.
[5558]     
[5559]     Three bob I lent him in Meagher's. Three weeks. Third hint.
[5560]     
[5561]     
[5562]         WE SEE THE CANVASSER AT WORK
[5563]     
[5564]     
[5565]     Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti's desk.
[5566]     
[5567]     --Excuse me, councillor, he said. This ad, you see. Keyes, you remember?
[5568]     
[5569]     Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded.
[5570]     
[5571]     --He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.
[5572]     
[5573]     The foreman moved his pencil towards it.
[5574]     
[5575]     --But wait, Mr Bloom said. He wants it changed. Keyes, you see. He wants
[5576]     two keys at the top.
[5577]     
[5578]     Hell of a racket they make. He doesn't hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves.
[5579]     Maybe he understands what I.
[5580]     
[5581]     The foreman turned round to hear patiently and, lifting an elbow,
[5582]     began to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket.
[5583]     
[5584]     --Like that, Mr Bloom said, crossing his forefingers at the top.
[5585]     
[5586]     Let him take that in first.
[5587]     
[5588]     Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the cross he had made, saw the
[5589]     foreman's sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice, and beyond the
[5590]     obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Clank it. Clank it. Miles of
[5591]     it unreeled. What becomes of it after? O, wrap up meat, parcels: various
[5592]     uses, thousand and one things.
[5593]     
[5594]     Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew
[5595]     swiftly on the scarred woodwork.
[5596]     
[5597]     
[5598]         HOUSE OF KEY(E)S
[5599]     
[5600]     
[5601]     --Like that, see. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name.
[5602]     Alexander Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant. So on.
[5603]     
[5604]     Better not teach him his own business.
[5605]     
[5606]     --You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the top
[5607]     in leaded: the house of keys. You see? Do you think that's a good idea?
[5608]     
[5609]     The foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched
[5610]     there quietly.
[5611]     
[5612]     --The idea, Mr Bloom said, is the house of keys. You know, councillor,
[5613]     the Manx parliament. Innuendo of home rule. Tourists, you know, from the
[5614]     isle of Man. Catches the eye, you see. Can you do that?
[5615]     
[5616]     I could ask him perhaps about how to pronounce that VOGLIO. But
[5617]     then if he didn't know only make it awkward for him. Better not.
[5618]     
[5619]     --We can do that, the foreman said. Have you the design?
[5620]     
[5621]     --I can get it, Mr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a house
[5622]     there too. I'll just run out and ask him. Well, you can do that and just a
[5623]     little par calling attention. You know the usual. Highclass licensed
[5624]     premises. Longfelt want. So on.
[5625]     
[5626]     The foreman thought for an instant.
[5627]     
[5628]     --We can do that, he said. Let him give us a three months' renewal.
[5629]     
[5630]     A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to check it
[5631]     silently. Mr Bloom stood by, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching
[5632]     the silent typesetters at their cases.
[5633]     
[5634]     
[5635]         ORTHOGRAPHICAL
[5636]     
[5637]     
[5638]     Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin Cunningham
[5639]     forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to
[5640]     view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a
[5641]     harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear
[5642]     under a cemetery wall. Silly, isn't it? Cemetery put in of course on
[5643]     account of the symmetry.
[5644]     
[5645]     I should have said when he clapped on his topper. Thank you. I ought
[5646]     to have said something about an old hat or something. No. I could have
[5647]     said. Looks as good as new now. See his phiz then.
[5648]     
[5649]     Sllt. The nethermost deck of the first machine jogged forward its
[5650]     flyboard with sllt the first batch of quirefolded papers. Sllt. Almost
[5651]     human the way it sllt to call attention. Doing its level best to speak.
[5652]     That door too sllt creaking, asking to be shut. Everything speaks in its
[5653]     own way. Sllt.
[5654]     
[5655]     
[5656]         NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR
[5657]     
[5658]     
[5659]     The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying:
[5660]     
[5661]     --Wait. Where's the archbishop's letter? It's to be repeated in the
[5662]     TELEGRAPH. Where's what's his name?
[5663]     
[5664]     He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines.
[5665]     
[5666]     --Monks, sir? a voice asked from the castingbox.
[5667]     
[5668]     --Ay. Where's Monks?
[5669]     
[5670]     --Monks!
[5671]     
[5672]     Mr Bloom took up his cutting. Time to get out.
[5673]     
[5674]     --Then I'll get the design, Mr Nannetti, he said, and you'll give it a
[5675]     good place I know.
[5676]     
[5677]     --Monks!
[5678]     
[5679]     --Yes, sir.
[5680]     
[5681]     Three months' renewal. Want to get some wind off my chest first. Try
[5682]     it anyhow. Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. Ballsbridge.
[5683]     Tourists over for the show.
[5684]     
[5685]     
[5686]         A DAYFATHER
[5687]     
[5688]     
[5689]     He walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed,
[5690]     spectacled, aproned. Old Monks, the dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must
[5691]     have put through his hands in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads,
[5692]     speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. Nearing the end of his tether now.
[5693]     Sober serious man with a bit in the savingsbank I'd say. Wife a good cook
[5694]     and washer. Daughter working the machine in the parlour. Plain Jane, no
[5695]     damn nonsense.
[5696]     
[5697]     
[5698]         AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER
[5699]     
[5700]     
[5701]     He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.
[5702]     Reads it backwards first. Quickly he does it. Must require some practice
[5703]     that. mangiD kcirtaP. Poor papa with his hagadah book, reading
[5704]     backwards with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year in Jerusalem. Dear, O
[5705]     dear! All that long business about that brought us out of the land of
[5706]     Egypt and into the house of bondage ALLELUIA. SHEMA ISRAEL ADONAI ELOHENU.
[5707]     No, that's the other. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons. And then the
[5708]     lamb and the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the butcher.
[5709]     And then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the ox and the
[5710]     dog kills the cat. Sounds a bit silly till you come to look into it well.
[5711]     Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. That's what life
[5712]     is after all. How quickly he does that job. Practice makes perfect. Seems
[5713]     to see with his fingers.
[5714]     
[5715]     Mr Bloom passed on out of the clanking noises through the gallery on
[5716]     to the landing. Now am I going to tram it out all the way and then catch
[5717]     him out perhaps. Better phone him up first. Number? Yes. Same as Citron's
[5718]     house. Twentyeight. Twentyeight double four.
[5719]     
[5720]     
[5721]         ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP
[5722]     
[5723]     
[5724]     He went down the house staircase. Who the deuce scrawled all over
[5725]     those walls with matches? Looks as if they did it for a bet. Heavy greasy
[5726]     smell there always is in those works. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door
[5727]     when I was there.
[5728]     
[5729]     He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose. Citronlemon? Ah, the
[5730]     soap I put there. Lose it out of that pocket. Putting back his
[5731]     handkerchief he took out the soap and stowed it away, buttoned, into the
[5732]     hip pocket of his trousers.
[5733]     
[5734]     What perfume does your wife use? I could go home still: tram:
[5735]     something I forgot. Just to see: before: dressing. No. Here. No.
[5736]     
[5737]     A sudden screech of laughter came from the EVENING TELEGRAPH office. Know
[5738]     who that is. What's up? Pop in a minute to phone. Ned Lambert it is.
[5739]     
[5740]     He entered softly.
[5741]     
[5742]     
[5743]         ERIN, GREEN GEM OF THE SILVER SEA
[5744]     
[5745]     
[5746]     --The ghost walks, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to
[5747]     the dusty windowpane.
[5748]     
[5749]     Mr Dedalus, staring from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert's
[5750]     quizzing face, asked of it sourly:
[5751]     
[5752]     --Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse?
[5753]     
[5754]     Ned Lambert, seated on the table, read on:
[5755]     
[5756]     --OR AGAIN, NOTE THE MEANDERINGS OF SOME PURLING RILL AS IT BABBLES ON
[5757]     ITS WAY, THO' QUARRELLING WITH THE STONY OBSTACLES, TO THE TUMBLING WATERS
[5758]     OF NEPTUNE'S BLUE DOMAIN, 'MID MOSSY BANKS, FANNED BY GENTLEST ZEPHYRS,
[5759]     PLAYED ON BY THE GLORIOUS SUNLIGHT OR 'NEATH THE SHADOWS CAST O'ER ITS
[5760]     PENSIVE BOSOM BY THE OVERARCHING LEAFAGE OF THE GIANTS OF THE FOREST. What
[5761]     about that, Simon? he asked over the fringe of his newspaper. How's that
[5762]     for high?
[5763]     
[5764]     --Changing his drink, Mr Dedalus said.
[5765]     
[5766]     Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on his knees, repeating:
[5767]     
[5768]     --THE PENSIVE BOSOM AND THE OVERARSING LEAFAGE. O boys! O boys!
[5769]     
[5770]     --And Xenophon looked upon Marathon, Mr Dedalus said, looking again
[5771]     on the fireplace and to the window, and Marathon looked on the sea.
[5772]     
[5773]     --That will do, professor MacHugh cried from the window. I don't want to
[5774]     hear any more of the stuff.
[5775]     
[5776]     He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and,
[5777]     hungered, made ready to nibble the biscuit in his other hand.
[5778]     
[5779]     High falutin stuff. Bladderbags. Ned Lambert is taking a day off I
[5780]     see. Rather upsets a man's day, a funeral does. He has influence they say.
[5781]     Old Chatterton, the vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his
[5782]     greatgranduncle. Close on ninety they say. Subleader for his death written
[5783]     this long time perhaps. Living to spite them. Might go first himself.
[5784]     Johnny, make room for your uncle. The right honourable Hedges Eyre
[5785]     Chatterton. Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days.
[5786]     Windfall when he kicks out. Alleluia.
[5787]     
[5788]     --Just another spasm, Ned Lambert said.
[5789]     
[5790]     --What is it? Mr Bloom asked.
[5791]     
[5792]     --A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh answered
[5793]     with pomp of tone. OUR LOVELY LAND.
[5794]     
[5795]     
[5796]         SHORT BUT TO THE POINT
[5797]     
[5798]     
[5799]     --Whose land? Mr Bloom said simply.
[5800]     
[5801]     --Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With an
[5802]     accent on the whose.
[5803]     
[5804]     --Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said.
[5805]     
[5806]     --Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked.
[5807]     
[5808]     Ned Lambert nodded.
[5809]     
[5810]     --But listen to this, he said.
[5811]     
[5812]     The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was
[5813]     pushed in.
[5814]     
[5815]     --Excuse me, J. J. O'Molloy said, entering.
[5816]     
[5817]     Mr Bloom moved nimbly aside.
[5818]     
[5819]     --I beg yours, he said.
[5820]     
[5821]     --Good day, Jack.
[5822]     
[5823]     --Come in. Come in.
[5824]     
[5825]     --Good day.
[5826]     
[5827]     --How are you, Dedalus?
[5828]     
[5829]     --Well. And yourself?
[5830]     
[5831]     J. J. O'Molloy shook his head.
[5832]     
[5833]     
[5834]         SAD
[5835]     
[5836]     
[5837]     Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Decline, poor chap.
[5838]     That hectic flush spells finis for a man. Touch and go with him. What's in
[5839]     the wind, I wonder. Money worry.
[5840]     
[5841]     --OR AGAIN IF WE BUT CLIMB THE SERRIED MOUNTAIN PEAKS.
[5842]     
[5843]     --You're looking extra.
[5844]     
[5845]     --Is the editor to be seen? J. J. O'Molloy asked, looking towards the
[5846]     inner door.
[5847]     
[5848]     --Very much so, professor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He's in
[5849]     his sanctum with Lenehan.
[5850]     
[5851]     J. J. O'Molloy strolled to the sloping desk and began to turn back the
[5852]     pink pages of the file.
[5853]     
[5854]     Practice dwindling. A mighthavebeen. Losing heart. Gambling. Debts
[5855]     of honour. Reaping the whirlwind. Used to get good retainers from D. and
[5856]     T. Fitzgerald. Their wigs to show the grey matter. Brains on their sleeve
[5857]     like the statue in Glasnevin. Believe he does some literary work for the
[5858]     EXPRESS with Gabriel Conroy. Wellread fellow. Myles Crawford began on
[5859]     the INDEPENDENT. Funny the way those newspaper men veer about when
[5860]     they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same
[5861]     breath. Wouldn't know which to believe. One story good till you hear the
[5862]     next. Go for one another baldheaded in the papers and then all blows over.
[5863]     Hail fellow well met the next moment.
[5864]     
[5865]     --Ah, listen to this for God' sake, Ned Lambert pleaded. OR AGAIN IF WE
[5866]     BUT CLIMB THE SERRIED MOUNTAIN PEAKS ...
[5867]     
[5868]     --Bombast! the professor broke in testily. Enough of the inflated
[5869]     windbag!
[5870]     
[5871]     --PEAKS, Ned Lambert went on, TOWERING HIGH ON HIGH, TO BATHE OUR SOULS,
[5872]     AS IT WERE ...
[5873]     
[5874]     --Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he
[5875]     taking anything for it?
[5876]     
[5877]     --AS 'TWERE, IN THE PEERLESS PANORAMA OF IRELAND'S PORTFOLIO, UNMATCHED,
[5878]     DESPITE THEIR WELLPRAISED PROTOTYPES IN OTHER VAUNTED PRIZE REGIONS, FOR
[5879]     VERY BEAUTY, OF BOSKY GROVE AND UNDULATING PLAIN AND LUSCIOUS PASTURELAND
[5880]     OF VERNAL GREEN, STEEPED IN THE TRANSCENDENT TRANSLUCENT GLOW OF OUR MILD
[5881]     MYSTERIOUS IRISH TWILIGHT ...
[5882]     
[5883]     
[5884]         HIS NATIVE DORIC
[5885]     
[5886]     
[5887]     --The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet.
[5888]     
[5889]     --THAT MANTLES THE VISTA FAR AND WIDE AND WAIT TILL THE GLOWING ORB OF
[5890]     THE MOON SHINE FORTH TO IRRADIATE HER SILVER EFFULGENCE ...
[5891]     
[5892]     --O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and onions!
[5893]     That'll do, Ned. Life is too short.
[5894]     
[5895]     He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy
[5896]     moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers.
[5897]     
[5898]     Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper aside, chuckling with delight. An
[5899]     instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's
[5900]     unshaven blackspectacled face.
[5901]     
[5902]     --Doughy Daw! he cried.
[5903]     
[5904]     
[5905]         WHAT WETHERUP SAID
[5906]     
[5907]     
[5908]     All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot
[5909]     cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn't he? Why they call
[5910]     him Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow. Daughter engaged to that
[5911]     chap in the inland revenue office with the motor. Hooked that nicely.
[5912]     Entertainments. Open house. Big blowout. Wetherup always said that. Get
[5913]     a grip of them by the stomach.
[5914]     
[5915]     The inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face,
[5916]     crested by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. The bold blue eyes
[5917]     stared about them and the harsh voice asked:
[5918]     
[5919]     --What is it?
[5920]     
[5921]     --And here comes the sham squire himself! professor MacHugh said grandly.
[5922]     
[5923]     --Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in recognition.
[5924]     
[5925]     --Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink
[5926]     after that.
[5927]     
[5928]     --Drink! the editor cried. No drinks served before mass.
[5929]     
[5930]     --Quite right too, Mr Dedalus said, going out. Come on, Ned.
[5931]     
[5932]     Ned Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor's blue eyes roved
[5933]     towards Mr Bloom's face, shadowed by a smile.
[5934]     
[5935]     --Will you join us, Myles? Ned Lambert asked.
[5936]     
[5937]     
[5938]         MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED
[5939]     
[5940]     
[5941]     --North Cork militia! the editor cried, striding to the mantelpiece. We
[5942]     won every time! North Cork and Spanish officers!
[5943]     
[5944]     --Where was that, Myles? Ned Lambert asked with a reflective glance at
[5945]     his toecaps.
[5946]     
[5947]     --In Ohio! the editor shouted.
[5948]     
[5949]     --So it was, begad, Ned Lambert agreed.
[5950]     
[5951]     Passing out he whispered to J. J. O'Molloy:
[5952]     
[5953]     --Incipient jigs. Sad case.
[5954]     
[5955]     --Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet face.
[5956]     My Ohio!
[5957]     
[5958]     --A perfect cretic! the professor said. Long, short and long.
[5959]     
[5960]     
[5961]         O, HARP EOLIAN!
[5962]     
[5963]     
[5964]     He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking
[5965]     off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant
[5966]     unwashed teeth.
[5967]     
[5968]     --Bingbang, bangbang.
[5969]     
[5970]     Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner door.
[5971]     
[5972]     --Just a moment, Mr Crawford, he said. I just want to phone about an ad.
[5973]     
[5974]     He went in.
[5975]     
[5976]     --What about that leader this evening? professor MacHugh asked, coming
[5977]     to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder.
[5978]     
[5979]     --That'll be all right, Myles Crawford said more calmly. Never you fret.
[5980]     Hello, Jack. That's all right.
[5981]     
[5982]     --Good day, Myles, J. J. O'Molloy said, letting the pages he held slip
[5983]     limply back on the file. Is that Canada swindle case on today?
[5984]     
[5985]     The telephone whirred inside.
[5986]     
[5987]     --Twentyeight ... No, twenty ... Double four ... Yes.
[5988]     
[5989]     
[5990]         SPOT THE WINNER
[5991]     
[5992]     
[5993]     Lenehan came out of the inner office with SPORT'S tissues.
[5994]     
[5995]     --Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O.
[5996]     Madden up.
[5997]     
[5998]     He tossed the tissues on to the table.
[5999]     
[6000]     Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door
[6001]     was flung open.
[6002]     
[6003]     --Hush, Lenehan said. I hear feetstoops.
[6004]     
[6005]     Professor MacHugh strode across the room and seized the cringing
[6006]     urchin by the collar as the others scampered out of the hall and down the
[6007]     steps. The tissues rustled up in the draught, floated softly in the air
[6008]     blue scrawls and under the table came to earth.
[6009]     
[6010]     --It wasn't me, sir. It was the big fellow shoved me, sir.
[6011]     
[6012]     --Throw him out and shut the door, the editor said. There's a hurricane
[6013]     blowing.
[6014]     
[6015]     Lenehan began to paw the tissues up from the floor, grunting as he
[6016]     stooped twice.
[6017]     
[6018]     --Waiting for the racing special, sir, the newsboy said. It was Pat
[6019]     Farrell shoved me, sir.
[6020]     
[6021]     He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.
[6022]     
[6023]     --Him, sir.
[6024]     
[6025]     --Out of this with you, professor MacHugh said gruffly.
[6026]     
[6027]     He hustled the boy out and banged the door to.
[6028]     
[6029]     J. J. O'Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking:
[6030]     
[6031]     --Continued on page six, column four.
[6032]     
[6033]     --Yes, EVENING TELEGRAPH here, Mr Bloom phoned from the inner office. Is
[6034]     the boss ...? Yes, TELEGRAPH ... To where? Aha! Which auction rooms? ...
[6035]     Aha! I see ... Right. I'll catch him.
[6036]     
[6037]     
[6038]         A COLLISION ENSUES
[6039]     
[6040]     
[6041]     The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and
[6042]     bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with the second tissue.
[6043]     
[6044]     --PARDON, MONSIEUR, Lenehan said, clutching him for an instant and making
[6045]     a grimace.
[6046]     
[6047]     --My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt? I'm in a
[6048]     hurry.
[6049]     
[6050]     --Knee, Lenehan said.
[6051]     
[6052]     He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee:
[6053]     
[6054]     --The accumulation of the ANNO DOMINI.
[6055]     
[6056]     --Sorry, Mr Bloom said.
[6057]     
[6058]     He went to the door and, holding it ajar, paused. J. J. O'Molloy
[6059]     slapped the heavy pages over. The noise of two shrill voices, a
[6060]     mouthorgan, echoed in the bare hallway from the newsboys squatted on the
[6061]     doorsteps:
[6062]     
[6063]     
[6064]       --WE ARE THE BOYS OF WEXFORD
[6065]         WHO FOUGHT WITH HEART AND HAND.
[6066]     
[6067]     
[6068]         EXIT BLOOM
[6069]     
[6070]     
[6071]     --I'm just running round to Bachelor's walk, Mr Bloom said, about this ad
[6072]     of Keyes's. Want to fix it up. They tell me he's round there in Dillon's.
[6073]     
[6074]     He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who,
[6075]     leaning against the mantelshelf, had propped his head on his hand,
[6076]     suddenly stretched forth an arm amply.
[6077]     
[6078]     --Begone! he said. The world is before you.
[6079]     
[6080]     --Back in no time, Mr Bloom said, hurrying out.
[6081]     
[6082]     J. J. O'Molloy took the tissues from Lenehan's hand and read them,
[6083]     blowing them apart gently, without comment.
[6084]     
[6085]     --He'll get that advertisement, the professor said, staring through his
[6086]     blackrimmed spectacles over the crossblind. Look at the young scamps after
[6087]     him.
[6088]     
[6089]     --Show. Where? Lenehan cried, running to the window.
[6090]     
[6091]     
[6092]         A STREET CORTEGE
[6093]     
[6094]     
[6095]     Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr
[6096]     Bloom's wake, the last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kite, a
[6097]     tail of white bowknots.
[6098]     
[6099]     --Look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cry, Lenehan said, and
[6100]     you'll kick. O, my rib risible! Taking off his flat spaugs and the walk.
[6101]     Small nines. Steal upon larks.
[6102]     
[6103]     He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding
[6104]     feet past the fireplace to J. J. O'Molloy who placed the tissues in his
[6105]     receiving hands.
[6106]     
[6107]     --What's that? Myles Crawford said with a start. Where are the other two
[6108]     gone?
[6109]     
[6110]     --Who? the professor said, turning. They're gone round to the Oval for a
[6111]     drink. Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall. Came over last night.
[6112]     
[6113]     --Come on then, Myles Crawford said. Where's my hat?
[6114]     
[6115]     He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket,
[6116]     jingling his keys in his back pocket. They jingled then in the air and
[6117]     against the wood as he locked his desk drawer.
[6118]     
[6119]     --He's pretty well on, professor MacHugh said in a low voice.
[6120]     
[6121]     --Seems to be, J. J. O'Molloy said, taking out a cigarettecase in
[6122]     murmuring meditation, but it is not always as it seems. Who has the most
[6123]     matches?
[6124]     
[6125]     
[6126]         THE CALUMET OF PEACE
[6127]     
[6128]     
[6129]     He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan
[6130]     promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J. J.
[6131]     O'Molloy opened his case again and offered it.
[6132]     
[6133]     --THANKY VOUS, Lenehan said, helping himself.
[6134]     
[6135]     The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry on his brow.
[6136]     He declaimed in song, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh:
[6137]     
[6138]     
[6139]       --'TWAS RANK AND FAME THAT TEMPTED THEE,
[6140]         'TWAS EMPIRE CHARMED THY HEART.
[6141]     
[6142]     
[6143]     The professor grinned, locking his long lips.
[6144]     
[6145]     --Eh? You bloody old Roman empire? Myles Crawford said.
[6146]     
[6147]     He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, lighting it for him
[6148]     with quick grace, said:
[6149]     
[6150]     --Silence for my brandnew riddle!
[6151]     
[6152]     --IMPERIUM ROMANUM, J. J. O'Molloy said gently. It sounds nobler than
[6153]     British or Brixton. The word reminds one somehow of fat in the fire.
[6154]     
[6155]     Myles Crawford blew his first puff violently towards the ceiling.
[6156]     
[6157]     --That's it, he said. We are the fat. You and I are the fat in the fire.
[6158]     We haven't got the chance of a snowball in hell.
[6159]     
[6160]     
[6161]         THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME
[6162]     
[6163]     
[6164]     --Wait a moment, professor MacHugh said, raising two quiet claws. We
[6165]     mustn't be led away by words, by sounds of words. We think of Rome,
[6166]     imperial, imperious, imperative.
[6167]     
[6168]     He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing:
[6169]     
[6170]     --What was their civilisation? Vast, I allow: but vile. Cloacae: sewers.
[6171]     The Jews in the wilderness and on the mountaintop said: IT IS MEET TO BE
[6172]     HERE. LET US BUILD AN ALTAR TO JEHOVAH. The Roman, like the Englishman who
[6173]     follows in his footsteps, brought to every new shore on which he set his
[6174]     foot (on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal obsession. He gazed
[6175]     about him in his toga and he said: IT IS MEET TO BE HERE. LET US CONSTRUCT
[6176]     A WATERCLOSET.
[6177]     
[6178]     --Which they accordingly did do, Lenehan said. Our old ancient ancestors,
[6179]     as we read in the first chapter of Guinness's, were partial to the running
[6180]     stream.
[6181]     
[6182]     --They were nature's gentlemen, J. J. O'Molloy murmured. But we have
[6183]     also Roman law.
[6184]     
[6185]     --And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh responded.
[6186]     
[6187]     --Do you know that story about chief baron Palles? J. J. O'Molloy asked.
[6188]     It was at the royal university dinner. Everything was going
[6189]     swimmingly ...
[6190]     
[6191]     --First my riddle, Lenehan said. Are you ready?
[6192]     
[6193]     Mr O'Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in
[6194]     from the hallway. Stephen Dedalus, behind him, uncovered as he entered.
[6195]     
[6196]     --ENTREZ, MES ENFANTS! Lenehan cried.
[6197]     
[6198]     --I escort a suppliant, Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously. Youth led by
[6199]     Experience visits Notoriety.
[6200]     
[6201]     --How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in. Your
[6202]     governor is just gone.
[6203]     
[6204]     
[6205]         
[6206]     
[6207]     
[6208]     Lenehan said to all:
[6209]     
[6210]     --Silence! What opera resembles a railwayline? Reflect, ponder,
[6211]     excogitate, reply.
[6212]     
[6213]     Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to the title and signature.
[6214]     
[6215]     --Who? the editor asked.
[6216]     
[6217]     Bit torn off.
[6218]     
[6219]     --Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said.
[6220]     
[6221]     --That old pelters, the editor said. Who tore it? Was he short taken?
[6222]     
[6223]     
[6224]         ON SWIFT SAIL FLAMING
[6225]         FROM STORM AND SOUTH
[6226]         HE COMES, PALE VAMPIRE,
[6227]         MOUTH TO MY MOUTH.
[6228]     
[6229]     
[6230]     --Good day, Stephen, the professor said, coming to peer over their
[6231]     shoulders. Foot and mouth? Are you turned ...?
[6232]     
[6233]     Bullockbefriending bard.
[6234]     
[6235]     
[6236]         SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT
[6237]     
[6238]     
[6239]     --Good day, sir, Stephen answered blushing. The letter is not mine. Mr
[6240]     Garrett Deasy asked me to ...
[6241]     
[6242]     --O, I know him, Myles Crawford said, and I knew his wife too. The
[6243]     bloodiest old tartar God ever made. By Jesus, she had the foot and mouth
[6244]     disease and no mistake! The night she threw the soup in the waiter's face
[6245]     in the Star and Garter. Oho!
[6246]     
[6247]     A woman brought sin into the world. For Helen, the runaway wife of
[6248]     Menelaus, ten years the Greeks. O'Rourke, prince of Breffni.
[6249]     
[6250]     --Is he a widower? Stephen asked.
[6251]     
[6252]     --Ay, a grass one, Myles Crawford said, his eye running down the
[6253]     typescript. Emperor's horses. Habsburg. An Irishman saved his life on the
[6254]     ramparts of Vienna. Don't you forget! Maximilian Karl O'Donnell, graf
[6255]     von Tirconnell in Ireland. Sent his heir over to make the king an Austrian
[6256]     fieldmarshal now. Going to be trouble there one day. Wild geese. O yes,
[6257]     every time. Don't you forget that!
[6258]     
[6259]     --The moot point is did he forget it, J. J. O'Molloy said quietly,
[6260]     turning a horseshoe paperweight. Saving princes is a thank you job.
[6261]     
[6262]     Professor MacHugh turned on him.
[6263]     
[6264]     --And if not? he said.
[6265]     
[6266]     --I'll tell you how it was, Myles Crawford began. A Hungarian it was one
[6267]     day ...
[6268]     
[6269]     
[6270]         LOST CAUSES
[6271]     
[6272]     
[6273]         NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED
[6274]     
[6275]     
[6276]     --We were always loyal to lost causes, the professor said. Success for us
[6277]     is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal
[6278]     to the successful. We serve them. I teach the blatant Latin language. I
[6279]     speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is the maxim: time
[6280]     is money. Material domination. DOMINUS! Lord! Where is the spirituality?
[6281]     Lord Jesus? Lord Salisbury? A sofa in a westend club. But the Greek!
[6282]     
[6283]     
[6284]         KYRIE ELEISON!
[6285]     
[6286]     
[6287]     A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long
[6288]     lips.
[6289]     
[6290]     --The Greek! he said again. KYRIOS! Shining word! The vowels the Semite
[6291]     and the Saxon know not. KYRIE! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to
[6292]     profess Greek, the language of the mind. KYRIE ELEISON! The closetmaker
[6293]     and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit. We are liege
[6294]     subjects of the catholic chivalry of Europe that foundered at Trafalgar
[6295]     and of the empire of the spirit, not an IMPERIUM, that went under with the
[6296]     Athenian fleets at Aegospotami. Yes, yes. They went under. Pyrrhus, misled
[6297]     by an oracle, made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece.
[6298]     Loyal to a lost cause.
[6299]     
[6300]     He strode away from them towards the window.
[6301]     
[6302]     --They went forth to battle, Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but they
[6303]     always fell.
[6304]     
[6305]     --Boohoo! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in
[6306]     the latter half of the MATINEE. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus!
[6307]     
[6308]     He whispered then near Stephen's ear:
[6309]     
[6310]     
[6311]         LENEHAN'S LIMERICK
[6312]     
[6313]       --THERE'S A PONDEROUS PUNDIT MACHUGH
[6314]         WHO WEARS GOGGLES OF EBONY HUE.
[6315]         AS HE MOSTLY SEES DOUBLE
[6316]         TO WEAR THEM WHY TROUBLE?
[6317]         I CAN'T SEE THE JOE MILLER. CAN YOU?
[6318]     
[6319]     
[6320]     In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead.
[6321]     
[6322]     Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket.
[6323]     
[6324]     --That'll be all right, he said. I'll read the rest after. That'll be all
[6325]     right.
[6326]     
[6327]     Lenehan extended his hands in protest.
[6328]     
[6329]     --But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railwayline?
[6330]     
[6331]     --Opera? Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled.
[6332]     
[6333]     Lenehan announced gladly:
[6334]     
[6335]     
[6336]     --THE ROSE OF CASTILE. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!
[6337]     
[6338]     He poked Mr O'Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O'Madden Burke
[6339]     fell back with grace on his umbrella, feigning a gasp.
[6340]     
[6341]     --Help! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.
[6342]     
[6343]     Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling
[6344]     tissues.
[6345]     
[6346]     The professor, returning by way of the files, swept his hand across
[6347]     Stephen's and Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties.
[6348]     
[6349]     --Paris, past and present, he said. You look like communards.
[6350]     
[6351]     --Like fellows who had blown up the Bastile, J. J. O'Molloy said in quiet
[6352]     mockery. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you?
[6353]     You look as though you had done the deed. General Bobrikoff.
[6354]     
[6355]     
[6356]         OMNIUM GATHERUM
[6357]     
[6358]     
[6359]     --We were only thinking about it, Stephen said.
[6360]     
[6361]     --All the talents, Myles Crawford said. Law, the classics ...
[6362]     
[6363]     --The turf, Lenehan put in.
[6364]     
[6365]     --Literature, the press.
[6366]     
[6367]     --If Bloom were here, the professor said. The gentle art of advertisement.
[6368]     
[6369]     --And Madam Bloom, Mr O'Madden Burke added. The vocal muse. Dublin's
[6370]     prime favourite.
[6371]     
[6372]      Lenehan gave a loud cough.
[6373]     
[6374]     --Ahem! he said very softly. O, for a fresh of breath air! I caught a
[6375]     cold in the park. The gate was open.
[6376]     
[6377]     
[6378]         YOU CAN DO IT!
[6379]     
[6380]     
[6381]     The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen's shoulder.
[6382]     
[6383]     --I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite in
[6384]     it. You can do it. I see it in your face. IN THE LEXICON OF YOUTH ...
[6385]     
[6386]     See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.
[6387]     
[6388]     --Foot and mouth disease! the editor cried in scornful invective. Great
[6389]     nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. All balls! Bulldosing the public!
[6390]     Give them something with a bite in it. Put us all into it, damn its soul.
[6391]     Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy.
[6392]     
[6393]     --We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
[6394]     
[6395]     Stephen raised his eyes to the bold unheeding stare.
[6396]     
[6397]     --He wants you for the pressgang, J. J. O'Molloy said.
[6398]     
[6399]     
[6400]         THE GREAT GALLAHER
[6401]     
[6402]     
[6403]     --You can do it, Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in emphasis.
[6404]     Wait a minute. We'll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher used to say when
[6405]     he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the Clarence. Gallaher,
[6406]     that was a pressman for you. That was a pen. You know how he made his
[6407]     mark? I'll tell you. That was the smartest piece of journalism ever known.
[6408]     That was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of the invincibles, murder in
[6409]     the Phoenix park, before you were born, I suppose. I'll show you.
[6410]     
[6411]     He pushed past them to the files.
[6412]     
[6413]     --Look at here, he said turning. The NEW YORK WORLD cabled for a special.
[6414]     Remember that time?
[6415]     
[6416]     Professor MacHugh nodded.
[6417]     
[6418]     --NEW YORK WORLD, the editor said, excitedly pushing back his straw hat.
[6419]     Where it took place. Tim Kelly, or Kavanagh I mean. Joe Brady and the
[6420]     rest of them. Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Whole route, see?
[6421]     
[6422]     --Skin-the-Goat, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that
[6423]     cabman's shelter, they say, down there at Butt bridge. Holohan told me.
[6424]     You know Holohan?
[6425]     
[6426]     --Hop and carry one, is it? Myles Crawford said.
[6427]     
[6428]     --And poor Gumley is down there too, so he told me, minding stones for
[6429]     the corporation. A night watchman.
[6430]     
[6431]     Stephen turned in surprise.
[6432]     
[6433]     --Gumley? he said. You don't say so? A friend of my father's, is it?
[6434]     
[6435]     --Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford cried angrily. Let Gumley mind
[6436]     the stones, see they don't run away. Look at here. What did Ignatius
[6437]     Gallaher do? I'll tell you. Inspiration of genius. Cabled right away. Have
[6438]     you WEEKLY FREEMAN of 17 March? Right. Have you got that?
[6439]     
[6440]     He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.
[6441]     
[6442]     --Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let us say. Have
[6443]     you got that? Right.
[6444]     
[6445]     The telephone whirred.
[6446]     
[6447]     
[6448]         A DISTANT VOICE
[6449]     
[6450]     
[6451]     --I'll answer it, the professor said, going.
[6452]     
[6453]     --B is parkgate. Good.
[6454]     
[6455]     His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.
[6456]     
[6457]     --T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon
[6458]     gate.
[6459]     
[6460]     The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock's wattles. An illstarched
[6461]     dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his
[6462]     waistcoat.
[6463]     
[6464]     --Hello? EVENING TELEGRAPH here ... Hello?... Who's there? ...
[6465]     Yes ... Yes ... Yes.
[6466]     
[6467]     --F to P is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an alibi, Inchicore,
[6468]     Roundtown, Windy Arbour, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. F.A.B.P. Got that?
[6469]     X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.
[6470]     
[6471]     The professor came to the inner door.
[6472]     
[6473]     --Bloom is at the telephone, he said.
[6474]     
[6475]     --Tell him go to hell, the editor said promptly. X is Davy's publichouse,
[6476]     see?
[6477]     
[6478]     
[6479]         CLEVER, VERY
[6480]     
[6481]     
[6482]     --Clever, Lenehan said. Very.
[6483]     
[6484]     --Gave it to them on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the whole bloody
[6485]     history.
[6486]     
[6487]     Nightmare from which you will never awake.
[6488]     
[6489]     --I saw it, the editor said proudly. I was present. Dick Adams, the
[6490]     besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, and
[6491]     myself.
[6492]     
[6493]     Lenehan bowed to a shape of air, announcing:
[6494]     
[6495]     --Madam, I'm Adam. And Able was I ere I saw Elba.
[6496]     
[6497]     --History! Myles Crawford cried. The Old Woman of Prince's street was
[6498]     there first. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that. Out of an
[6499]     advertisement. Gregor Grey made the design for it. That gave him the leg
[6500]     up. Then Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the STAR.
[6501]     Now he's got in with Blumenfeld. That's press. That's talent. Pyatt! He
[6502]     was all their daddies!
[6503]     
[6504]     --The father of scare journalism, Lenehan confirmed, and the
[6505]     brother-in-law of Chris Callinan.
[6506]     
[6507]     --Hello? ... Are you there? ... Yes, he's here still. Come across
[6508]     yourself.
[6509]     
[6510]     --Where do you find a pressman like that now, eh? the editor cried.
[6511]     He flung the pages down.
[6512]     
[6513]     --Clamn dever, Lenehan said to Mr O'Madden Burke.
[6514]     
[6515]     --Very smart, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
[6516]     
[6517]     Professor MacHugh came from the inner office.
[6518]     
[6519]     --Talking about the invincibles, he said, did you see that some hawkers
[6520]     were up before the recorder ...
[6521]     
[6522]     --O yes, J. J. O'Molloy said eagerly. Lady Dudley was walking home
[6523]     through the park to see all the trees that were blown down by that cyclone
[6524]     last year and thought she'd buy a view of Dublin. And it turned out to be
[6525]     a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat.
[6526]     Right outside the viceregal lodge, imagine!
[6527]     
[6528]     --They're only in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said.
[6529]     Psha! Press and the bar! Where have you a man now at the bar like those
[6530]     fellows, like Whiteside, like Isaac Butt, like silvertongued O'Hagan. Eh?
[6531]     Ah, bloody nonsense. Psha! Only in the halfpenny place.
[6532]     
[6533]     His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.
[6534]     
[6535]     Would anyone wish that mouth for her kiss? How do you know? Why did
[6536]     you write it then?
[6537]     
[6538]     
[6539]         RHYMES AND REASONS
[6540]     
[6541]     
[6542]     Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth?
[6543]     Must be some. South, pout, out, shout, drouth. Rhymes: two men dressed
[6544]     the same, looking the same, two by two.
[6545]     
[6546]     
[6547]         . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .LA TUA PACE
[6548]         . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .CHE PARLAR TI PIACE
[6549]         . . . . .MENTREM CHE IL VENTO, COME FA, SI TACE.
[6550]     
[6551]     
[6552]     He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose, in
[6553]     russet, entwining, PER L'AER PERSO, in mauve, in purple, QUELLA PACIFICA
[6554]     ORIAFIAMMA, gold of oriflamme, DI RIMIRAR FE PIU ARDENTI. But I old men,
[6555]     penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth south: tomb womb.
[6556]     
[6557]     --Speak up for yourself, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
[6558]     
[6559]     
[6560]         SUFFICIENT FOR THE DAY ...
[6561]     
[6562]     
[6563]     J. J. O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage.
[6564]     
[6565]     --My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false
[6566]     construction on my words. I hold no brief, as at present advised, for the
[6567]     third profession qua profession but your Cork legs are running away with
[6568]     you. Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and
[6569]     Edmund Burke? Ignatius Gallaher we all know and his Chapelizod boss,
[6570]     Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his American cousin of the Bowery
[6571]     guttersheet not to mention PADDY KELLY'S BUDGET, PUE'S OCCURRENCES and our
[6572]     watchful friend THE SKIBBEREEN EAGLE. Why bring in a master of forensic
[6573]     eloquence like Whiteside? Sufficient for the day is the newspaper thereof.
[6574]     
[6575]     
[6576]         LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE
[6577]     
[6578]     
[6579]     --Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his
[6580]     face. Irish volunteers. Where are you now? Established 1763. Dr Lucas.
[6581]     Who have you now like John Philpot Curran? Psha!
[6582]     
[6583]     --Well, J. J. O'Molloy said, Bushe K.C., for example.
[6584]     
[6585]     --Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it in
[6586]     his blood. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe.
[6587]     
[6588]     --He would have been on the bench long ago, the professor said, only
[6589]     for ... But no matter.
[6590]     
[6591]     J. J. O'Molloy turned to Stephen and said quietly and slowly:
[6592]     
[6593]     --One of the most polished periods I think I ever listened to in my life
[6594]     fell from the lips of Seymour Bushe. It was in that case of fratricide,
[6595]     the Childs murder case. Bushe defended him.
[6596]     
[6597]     
[6598]         AND IN THE PORCHES OF MINE EAR DID POUR.
[6599]     
[6600]     
[6601]     By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the
[6602]     other story, beast with two backs?
[6603]     
[6604]     --What was that? the professor asked.
[6605]     
[6606]     
[6607]         ITALIA, MAGISTRA ARTIUM
[6608]     
[6609]     
[6610]     --He spoke on the law of evidence, J. J. O'Molloy said, of Roman justice
[6611]     as contrasted with the earlier Mosaic code, the LEX TALIONIS. And he cited
[6612]     the Moses of Michelangelo in the vatican.
[6613]     
[6614]     --Ha.
[6615]     
[6616]     --A few wellchosen words, Lenehan prefaced. Silence!
[6617]     
[6618]     Pause. J. J. O'Molloy took out his cigarettecase.
[6619]     
[6620]     False lull. Something quite ordinary.
[6621]     
[6622]     Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar.
[6623]     
[6624]     I have often thought since on looking back over that strange time that
[6625]     it was that small act, trivial in itself, that striking of that match,
[6626]     that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives.
[6627]     
[6628]     
[6629]         A POLISHED PERIOD
[6630]     
[6631]     
[6632]     J. J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words:
[6633]     
[6634]     --He said of it: THAT STONY EFFIGY IN FROZEN MUSIC, HORNED AND TERRIBLE,
[6635]     OF THE HUMAN FORM DIVINE, THAT ETERNAL SYMBOL OF WISDOM AND OF PROPHECY
[6636]     WHICH, IF AUGHT THAT THE IMAGINATION OR THE HAND OF SCULPTOR HAS WROUGHT
[6637]     IN MARBLE OF SOULTRANSFIGURED AND OF SOULTRANSFIGURING DESERVES TO LIVE,
[6638]     DESERVES TO LIVE.
[6639]     
[6640]     His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall.
[6641]     
[6642]     --Fine! Myles Crawford said at once.
[6643]     
[6644]     --The divine afflatus, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
[6645]     
[6646]     --You like it? J. J. O'Molloy asked Stephen.
[6647]     
[6648]     Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed.
[6649]     He took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O'Molloy offered his case to
[6650]     Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his
[6651]     trophy, saying:
[6652]     
[6653]     --Muchibus thankibus.
[6654]     
[6655]     
[6656]         A MAN OF HIGH MORALE
[6657]     
[6658]     
[6659]     --Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, J. J. O'Molloy said to
[6660]     Stephen. What do you think really of that hermetic crowd, the opal hush
[6661]     poets: A. E. the mastermystic? That Blavatsky woman started it. She was a
[6662]     nice old bag of tricks. A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer
[6663]     that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to ask him about
[6664]     planes of consciousness. Magennis thinks you must have been pulling
[6665]     A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis.
[6666]     
[6667]     Speaking about me. What did he say? What did he say? What did he
[6668]     say about me? Don't ask.
[6669]     
[6670]     --No, thanks, professor MacHugh said, waving the cigarettecase aside.
[6671]     Wait a moment. Let me say one thing. The finest display of oratory I ever
[6672]     heard was a speech made by John F Taylor at the college historical
[6673]     society. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, the present lord justice of appeal, had
[6674]     spoken and the paper under debate was an essay (new for those days),
[6675]     advocating the revival of the Irish tongue.
[6676]     
[6677]     He turned towards Myles Crawford and said:
[6678]     
[6679]     --You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his
[6680]     discourse.
[6681]     
[6682]     --He is sitting with Tim Healy, J. J. O'Molloy said, rumour has it, on
[6683]     the Trinity college estates commission.
[6684]     
[6685]     --He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child's
[6686]     frock. Go on. Well?
[6687]     
[6688]     --It was the speech, mark you, the professor said, of a finished orator,
[6689]     full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction I will not
[6690]     say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the
[6691]     new movement. It was then a new movement. We were weak, therefore
[6692]     worthless.
[6693]     
[6694]     He closed his long thin lips an instant but, eager to be on, raised an
[6695]     outspanned hand to his spectacles and, with trembling thumb and
[6696]     ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to a new focus.
[6697]     
[6698]     
[6699]         IMPROMPTU
[6700]     
[6701]     
[6702]     In ferial tone he addressed J. J. O'Molloy:
[6703]     
[6704]     --Taylor had come there, you must know, from a sickbed. That he had
[6705]     prepared his speech I do not believe for there was not even one
[6706]     shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy
[6707]     beard round it. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he
[6708]     looked (though he was not) a dying man.
[6709]     
[6710]     His gaze turned at once but slowly from J. J. O'Molloy's towards
[6711]     Stephen's face and then bent at once to the ground, seeking. His unglazed
[6712]     linen collar appeared behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair.
[6713]     Still seeking, he said:
[6714]     
[6715]     --When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply.
[6716]     Briefly, as well as I can bring them to mind, his words were these.
[6717]     
[6718]     He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more.
[6719]     Witless shellfish swam in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking outlet.
[6720]     
[6721]     He began:
[6722]     
[6723]     --MR CHAIRMAN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: GREAT WAS MY ADMIRATION IN LISTENING
[6724]     TO THE REMARKS ADDRESSED TO THE YOUTH OF IRELAND A MOMENT SINCE BY MY
[6725]     LEARNED FRIEND. IT SEEMED TO ME THAT I HAD BEEN TRANSPORTED INTO A COUNTRY
[6726]     FAR AWAY FROM THIS COUNTRY, INTO AN AGE REMOTE FROM THIS AGE, THAT I STOOD
[6727]     IN ANCIENT EGYPT AND THAT I WAS LISTENING TO THE SPEECH OF SOME HIGHPRIEST
[6728]     OF THAT LAND ADDRESSED TO THE YOUTHFUL MOSES.
[6729]     
[6730]     His listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear, their smokes
[6731]     ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our
[6732]     crooked smokes. Noble words coming. Look out. Could you try your hand at
[6733]     it yourself?
[6734]     
[6735]     --AND IT SEEMED TO ME THAT I HEARD THE VOICE OF THAT EGYPTIAN HIGHPRIEST
[6736]     RAISED IN A TONE OF LIKE HAUGHTINESS AND LIKE PRIDE. I HEARD HIS WORDS AND
[6737]     THEIR MEANING WAS REVEALED TO ME.
[6738]     
[6739]     
[6740]         FROM THE FATHERS
[6741]     
[6742]     
[6743]     It was revealed to me that those things are good which yet are
[6744]     corrupted which neither if they were supremely good nor unless they were
[6745]     good could be corrupted. Ah, curse you! That's saint Augustine.
[6746]     
[6747]     --WHY WILL YOU JEWS NOT ACCEPT OUR CULTURE, OUR RELIGION AND OUR
[6748]     LANGUAGE? YOU ARE A TRIBE OF NOMAD HERDSMEN: WE ARE A MIGHTY PEOPLE. YOU
[6749]     HAVE NO CITIES NOR NO WEALTH: OUR CITIES ARE HIVES OF HUMANITY AND OUR
[6750]     GALLEYS, TRIREME AND QUADRIREME, LADEN WITH ALL MANNER MERCHANDISE FURROW
[6751]     THE WATERS OF THE KNOWN GLOBE. YOU HAVE BUT EMERGED FROM PRIMITIVE
[6752]     CONDITIONS: WE HAVE A LITERATURE, A PRIESTHOOD, AN AGELONG HISTORY AND A
[6753]     POLITY.
[6754]     
[6755]     Nile.
[6756]     
[6757]     Child, man, effigy.
[6758]     
[6759]     By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man
[6760]     supple in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone.
[6761]     
[6762]     --YOU PRAY TO A LOCAL AND OBSCURE IDOL: OUR TEMPLES, MAJESTIC AND
[6763]     MYSTERIOUS, ARE THE ABODES OF ISIS AND OSIRIS, OF HORUS AND AMMON RA.
[6764]     YOURS SERFDOM, AWE AND HUMBLENESS: OURS THUNDER AND THE SEAS. ISRAEL IS
[6765]     WEAK AND FEW ARE HER CHILDREN: EGYPT IS AN HOST AND TERRIBLE ARE HER ARMS.
[6766]      VAGRANTS AND DAYLABOURERS ARE YOU CALLED: THE WORLD TREMBLES AT OUR NAME.
[6767]     
[6768]     A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it
[6769]     boldly:
[6770]     
[6771]     --BUT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HAD THE YOUTHFUL MOSES LISTENED TO AND
[6772]     ACCEPTED THAT VIEW OF LIFE, HAD HE BOWED HIS HEAD AND BOWED HIS WILL AND
[6773]     BOWED HIS SPIRIT BEFORE THAT ARROGANT ADMONITION HE WOULD NEVER HAVE
[6774]     BROUGHT THE CHOSEN PEOPLE OUT OF THEIR HOUSE OF BONDAGE, NOR FOLLOWED THE
[6775]     PILLAR OF THE CLOUD BY DAY. HE WOULD NEVER HAVE SPOKEN WITH THE ETERNAL
[6776]     AMID LIGHTNINGS ON SINAI'S MOUNTAINTOP NOR EVER HAVE COME DOWN WITH THE
[6777]     LIGHT OF INSPIRATION SHINING IN HIS COUNTENANCE AND BEARING IN HIS ARMS
[6778]     THE TABLES OF THE LAW, GRAVEN IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE OUTLAW.
[6779]     
[6780]     He ceased and looked at them, enjoying a silence.
[6781]     
[6782]     
[6783]         OMINOUS--FOR HIM!
[6784]     
[6785]     
[6786]     J. J. O'Molloy said not without regret:
[6787]     
[6788]     --And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.
[6789]     
[6790]     --A sudden--at--the--moment--though--from--lingering--illness--
[6791]     often--previously--expectorated--demise, Lenehan added. And with a
[6792]     great future behind him.
[6793]     
[6794]     The troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the hallway and
[6795]     pattering up the staircase.
[6796]     
[6797]     --That is oratory, the professor said uncontradicted. Gone with the wind.
[6798]     Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the kings. Miles of ears of porches.
[6799]     The tribune's words, howled and scattered to the four winds. A people
[6800]     sheltered within his voice. Dead noise. Akasic records of all that ever
[6801]     anywhere wherever was. Love and laud him: me no more.
[6802]     
[6803]     I have money.
[6804]     
[6805]     --Gentlemen, Stephen said. As the next motion on the agenda paper may I
[6806]     suggest that the house do now adjourn?
[6807]     
[6808]     --You take my breath away. It is not perchance a French compliment? Mr
[6809]     O'Madden Burke asked. 'Tis the hour, methinks, when the winejug,
[6810]     metaphorically speaking, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry.
[6811]     
[6812]     --That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All that are in favour
[6813]     say ay, Lenehan announced. The contrary no. I declare it carried. To which
[6814]     particular boosing shed? ... My casting vote is: Mooney's!
[6815]     
[6816]     He led the way, admonishing:
[6817]     
[6818]     --We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will we not? Yes,
[6819]     we will not. By no manner of means.
[6820]     
[6821]     Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally's lunge of his
[6822]     umbrella:
[6823]     
[6824]     --Lay on, Macduff!
[6825]     
[6826]     --Chip of the old block! the editor cried, clapping Stephen on the
[6827]     shoulder. Let us go. Where are those blasted keys?
[6828]     
[6829]     He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.
[6830]     
[6831]     --Foot and mouth. I know. That'll be all right. That'll go in. Where are
[6832]     they? That's all right.
[6833]     
[6834]     He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office.
[6835]     
[6836]     
[6837]         LET US HOPE
[6838]     
[6839]     
[6840]     J. J. O'Molloy, about to follow him in, said quietly to Stephen:
[6841]     
[6842]     --I hope you will live to see it published. Myles, one moment.
[6843]     
[6844]     He went into the inner office, closing the door behind him.
[6845]     
[6846]     --Come along, Stephen, the professor said. That is fine, isn't it? It has
[6847]     the prophetic vision. FUIT ILIUM! The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms of this
[6848]     world. The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.
[6849]     
[6850]     The first newsboy came pattering down the stairs at their heels and
[6851]     rushed out into the street, yelling:
[6852]     
[6853]     --Racing special!
[6854]     
[6855]     Dublin. I have much, much to learn.
[6856]     
[6857]     They turned to the left along Abbey street.
[6858]     
[6859]     --I have a vision too, Stephen said.
[6860]     
[6861]     --Yes? the professor said, skipping to get into step. Crawford will
[6862]     follow.
[6863]     
[6864]     Another newsboy shot past them, yelling as he ran:
[6865]     
[6866]     --Racing special!
[6867]     
[6868]     
[6869]         DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN
[6870]     
[6871]     
[6872]     Dubliners.
[6873]     
[6874]     --Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said, elderly and pious, have lived fifty
[6875]     and fiftythree years in Fumbally's lane.
[6876]     
[6877]     --Where is that? the professor asked.
[6878]     
[6879]     --Off Blackpitts, Stephen said.
[6880]     
[6881]     Damp night reeking of hungry dough. Against the wall. Face
[6882]     glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. Frantic hearts. Akasic records.
[6883]     Quicker, darlint!
[6884]     
[6885]     On now. Dare it. Let there be life.
[6886]     
[6887]     --They want to see the views of Dublin from the top of Nelson's pillar.
[6888]     They save up three and tenpence in a red tin letterbox moneybox. They
[6889]     shake out the threepenny bits and sixpences and coax out the pennies with
[6890]     the blade of a knife. Two and three in silver and one and seven in
[6891]     coppers. They put on their bonnets and best clothes and take their
[6892]     umbrellas for fear it may come on to rain.
[6893]     
[6894]     --Wise virgins, professor MacHugh said.
[6895]     
[6896]     
[6897]         LIFE ON THE RAW
[6898]     
[6899]     
[6900]     --They buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and four slices of panloaf at
[6901]     the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins,
[6902]     proprietress ... They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at
[6903]     the foot of Nelson's pillar to take off the thirst of the brawn. They give
[6904]     two threepenny bits to the gentleman at the turnstile and begin to waddle
[6905]     slowly up the winding staircase, grunting, encouraging each other, afraid
[6906]     of the dark, panting, one asking the other have you the brawn, praising
[6907]     God and the Blessed Virgin, threatening to come down, peeping at the
[6908]     airslits. Glory be to God. They had no idea it was that high.
[6909]     
[6910]     Their names are Anne Kearns and Florence MacCabe. Anne Kearns
[6911]     has the lumbago for which she rubs on Lourdes water, given her by a lady
[6912]     who got a bottleful from a passionist father. Florence MacCabe takes a
[6913]     crubeen and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.
[6914]     
[6915]     --Antithesis, the professor said nodding twice. Vestal virgins. I can see
[6916]     them. What's keeping our friend?
[6917]     
[6918]     He turned.
[6919]     
[6920]     A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps, scattering in
[6921]     all directions, yelling, their white papers fluttering. Hard after them
[6922]     Myles Crawford appeared on the steps, his hat aureoling his scarlet face,
[6923]     talking with J. J. O'Molloy.
[6924]     
[6925]     --Come along, the professor cried, waving his arm.
[6926]     
[6927]     He set off again to walk by Stephen's side.
[6928]     
[6929]     
[6930]         RETURN OF BLOOM
[6931]     
[6932]     
[6933]     --Yes, he said. I see them.
[6934]     
[6935]     Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the
[6936]     offices of the IRISH CATHOLIC AND DUBLIN PENNY JOURNAL, called:
[6937]     
[6938]     --Mr Crawford! A moment!
[6939]     
[6940]     --TELEGRAPH! Racing special!
[6941]     
[6942]     --What is it? Myles Crawford said, falling back a pace.
[6943]     
[6944]     A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom's face:
[6945]     
[6946]     --Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! A child bit by a bellows!
[6947]     
[6948]     
[6949]     
[6950]         INTERVIEW WITH THE EDITOR
[6951]     
[6952]     
[6953]     --Just this ad, Mr Bloom said, pushing through towards the steps,
[6954]     puffing, and taking the cutting from his pocket. I spoke with Mr Keyes
[6955]     just now. He'll give a renewal for two months, he says. After he'll see.
[6956]     But he wants a par to call attention in the TELEGRAPH too, the Saturday
[6957]     pink. And he wants it copied if it's not too late I told councillor
[6958]     Nannetti from the KILKENNY PEOPLE. I can have access to it in the national
[6959]     library. House of keys, don't you see? His name is Keyes. It's a play on
[6960]     the name. But he practically promised he'd give the renewal. But he wants
[6961]     just a little puff. What will I tell him, Mr Crawford?
[6962]     
[6963]     
[6964]     
[6965]         K.M.A.
[6966]     
[6967]     
[6968]     --Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? Myles Crawford said throwing out
[6969]     his arm for emphasis. Tell him that straight from the stable.
[6970]     
[6971]     A bit nervy. Look out for squalls. All off for a drink. Arm in arm.
[6972]     Lenehan's yachting cap on the cadge beyond. Usual blarney. Wonder is
[6973]     that young Dedalus the moving spirit. Has a good pair of boots on him
[6974]     today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in muck
[6975]     somewhere. Careless chap. What was he doing in Irishtown?
[6976]     
[6977]     --Well, Mr Bloom said, his eyes returning, if I can get the design I
[6978]     suppose it's worth a short par. He'd give the ad, I think. I'll tell
[6979]     him ...
[6980]     
[6981]     
[6982]         K.M.R.I.A.
[6983]     
[6984]     
[6985]     --He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his
[6986]     shoulder. Any time he likes, tell him.
[6987]     
[6988]     While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode
[6989]     on jerkily.
[6990]     
[6991]     
[6992]         RAISING THE WIND
[6993]     
[6994]     
[6995]     --NULLA BONA, Jack, he said, raising his hand to his chin. I'm up to
[6996]     here. I've been through the hoop myself. I was looking for a fellow to
[6997]     back a bill for me no later than last week. Sorry, Jack. You must take the
[6998]     will for the deed. With a heart and a half if I could raise the wind
[6999]     anyhow.
[7000]     
[7001]     J. J. O'Molloy pulled a long face and walked on silently. They caught
[7002]     up on the others and walked abreast.
[7003]     
[7004]     --When they have eaten the brawn and the bread and wiped their twenty
[7005]     fingers in the paper the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the
[7006]     railings.
[7007]     
[7008]     --Something for you, the professor explained to Myles Crawford. Two old
[7009]     Dublin women on the top of Nelson's pillar.
[7010]     
[7011]     
[7012]         SOME COLUMN!--
[7013]         THAT'S WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID
[7014]     
[7015]     
[7016]     --That's new, Myles Crawford said. That's copy. Out for the waxies
[7017]     Dargle. Two old trickies, what?
[7018]     
[7019]     --But they are afraid the pillar will fall, Stephen went on. They see the
[7020]     roofs and argue about where the different churches are: Rathmines' blue
[7021]     dome, Adam and Eve's, saint Laurence O'Toole's. But it makes them giddy to
[7022]     look so they pull up their skirts ...
[7023]     
[7024]     
[7025]         THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES
[7026]     
[7027]     
[7028]     --Easy all, Myles Crawford said. No poetic licence. We're in the
[7029]     archdiocese here.
[7030]     
[7031]     --And settle down on their striped petticoats, peering up at the statue
[7032]     of the onehandled adulterer.
[7033]     
[7034]     --Onehandled adulterer! the professor cried. I like that. I see the idea.
[7035]     I see what you mean.
[7036]     
[7037]     
[7038]         DAMES DONATE DUBLIN'S CITS SPEEDPILLS
[7039]         VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, BELIEF
[7040]     
[7041]     
[7042]     --It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said, and they are too
[7043]     tired to look up or down or to speak. They put the bag of plums between
[7044]     them and eat the plums out of it, one after another, wiping off with their
[7045]     handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of their mouths and spitting
[7046]     the plumstones slowly out between the railings.
[7047]     
[7048]     He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O'Madden
[7049]     Burke, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.
[7050]     
[7051]     --Finished? Myles Crawford said. So long as they do no worse.
[7052]     
[7053]     
[7054]         SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON
[7055]         PROBOSCIS. SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS. ITHACANS
[7056]         VOW PEN IS CHAMP.
[7057]     
[7058]     
[7059]     --You remind me of Antisthenes, the professor said, a disciple of
[7060]     Gorgias, the sophist. It is said of him that none could tell if he were
[7061]     bitterer against others or against himself. He was the son of a noble and
[7062]     a bondwoman. And he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of beauty
[7063]     from Argive Helen and handed it to poor Penelope.
[7064]     
[7065]     Poor Penelope. Penelope Rich.
[7066]     
[7067]     They made ready to cross O'Connell street.
[7068]     
[7069]     
[7070]         HELLO THERE, CENTRAL!
[7071]     
[7072]     
[7073]     At various points along the eight lines tramcars with motionless
[7074]     trolleys stood in their tracks, bound for or from Rathmines, Rathfarnham,
[7075]     Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and
[7076]     Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston Park and Upper Rathmines,
[7077]     all still, becalmed in short circuit. Hackney cars, cabs, delivery
[7078]     waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with
[7079]     rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly.
[7080]     
[7081]     
[7082]     
[7083]         WHAT?--AND LIKEWISE--WHERE?
[7084]     
[7085]     
[7086]     --But what do you call it? Myles Crawford asked. Where did they get the
[7087]     plums?
[7088]     
[7089]     
[7090]         VIRGILIAN, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.
[7091]         SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR OLD MAN MOSES.
[7092]     
[7093]     
[7094]     --Call it, wait, the professor said, opening his long lips wide to
[7095]     reflect. Call it, let me see. Call it: DEUS NOBIS HAEC OTIA FECIT.
[7096]     
[7097]     --No, Stephen said. I call it A PISGAH SIGHT OF PALESTINE OR THE PARABLE
[7098]     OF THE PLUMS.
[7099]     
[7100]     --I see, the professor said.
[7101]     
[7102]     He laughed richly.
[7103]     
[7104]     --I see, he said again with new pleasure. Moses and the promised land. We
[7105]     gave him that idea, he added to J. J. O'Molloy.
[7106]     
[7107]     
[7108]         HORATIO IS CYNOSURE THIS FAIR JUNE DAY
[7109]     
[7110]     
[7111]     J. J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and
[7112]     held his peace.
[7113]     
[7114]     --I see, the professor said.
[7115]     
[7116]     He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson
[7117]     through the meshes of his wry smile.
[7118]     
[7119]     
[7120]         DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING
[7121]         FOR FRISKY FRUMPS. ANNE WIMBLES, FLO
[7122]         WANGLES--YET CAN YOU BLAME THEM?
[7123]     
[7124]     
[7125]     --Onehandled adulterer, he said smiling grimly. That tickles me, I must
[7126]     say.
[7127]     
[7128]     --Tickled the old ones too, Myles Crawford said, if the God Almighty's
[7129]     truth was known.
[7130]     
[7131]     
[7132]