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Ulysses by James Joyce Lestrygonians
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[7133] [7134] [7135] Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. A sugarsticky girl [7136] shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school treat. [7137] Bad for their tummies. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty [7138] the King. God. Save. Our. Sitting on his throne sucking red jujubes white. [7139] [7140] A sombre Y.M.C.A. young man, watchful among the warm sweet [7141] fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom. [7142] [7143] Heart to heart talks. [7144] [7145] Bloo ... Me? No. [7146] [7147] Blood of the Lamb. [7148] [7149] His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Are you saved? All are [7150] washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim. Birth, hymen, [7151] martyr, war, foundation of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, [7152] druids' altars. Elijah is coming. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the [7153] church in Zion is coming. [7154] [7155] [7156] IS COMING! IS COMING!! IS COMING!!! [7157] ALL HEARTILY WELCOME. [7158] [7159] [7160] Paying game. Torry and Alexander last year. Polygamy. His wife will [7161] put the stopper on that. Where was that ad some Birmingham firm the [7162] luminous crucifix. Our Saviour. Wake up in the dead of night and see him [7163] on the wall, hanging. Pepper's ghost idea. Iron nails ran in. [7164] [7165] Phosphorus it must be done with. If you leave a bit of codfish for [7166] instance. I could see the bluey silver over it. Night I went down to the [7167] pantry in the kitchen. Don't like all the smells in it waiting to rush [7168] out. What was it she wanted? The Malaga raisins. Thinking of Spain. Before [7169] Rudy was born. The phosphorescence, that bluey greeny. Very good for the [7170] brain. [7171] [7172] From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's [7173] walk. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Must be [7174] selling off some old furniture. Knew her eyes at once from the father. [7175] Lobbing about waiting for him. Home always breaks up when the mother [7176] goes. Fifteen children he had. Birth every year almost. That's in their [7177] theology or the priest won't give the poor woman the confession, the [7178] absolution. Increase and multiply. Did you ever hear such an idea? Eat you [7179] out of house and home. No families themselves to feed. Living on the fat [7180] of the land. Their butteries and larders. I'd like to see them do the [7181] black fast Yom Kippur. Crossbuns. One meal and a collation for fear he'd [7182] collapse on the altar. A housekeeper of one of those fellows if you could [7183] pick it out of her. Never pick it out of her. Like getting l.s.d. out of [7184] him. Does himself well. No guests. All for number one. Watching his water. [7185] Bring your own bread and butter. His reverence: mum's the word. [7186] [7187] Good Lord, that poor child's dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks [7188] too. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. It's after they feel it. [7189] Proof of the pudding. Undermines the constitution. [7190] [7191] As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up [7192] from the parapet. Brewery barge with export stout. England. Sea air sours [7193] it, I heard. Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see the [7194] brewery. Regular world in itself. Vats of porter wonderful. Rats get in [7195] too. Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating. Dead drunk on [7196] the porter. Drink till they puke again like christians. Imagine drinking [7197] that! Rats: vats. Well, of course, if we knew all the things. [7198] [7199] Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt [7200] quaywalls, gulls. Rough weather outside. If I threw myself down? [7201] Reuben J's son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. One and [7202] eightpence too much. Hhhhm. It's the droll way he comes out with the [7203] things. Knows how to tell a story too. [7204] [7205] They wheeled lower. Looking for grub. Wait. [7206] [7207] He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Elijah thirtytwo [7208] feet per sec is com. Not a bit. The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of [7209] swells, floated under by the bridgepiers. Not such damn fools. Also the [7210] day I threw that stale cake out of the Erin's King picked it up in the [7211] wake fifty yards astern. Live by their wits. They wheeled, flapping. [7212] [7213] THE HUNGRY FAMISHED GULL [7214] FLAPS O'ER THE WATERS DULL. [7215] [7216] [7217] That is how poets write, the similar sounds. But then Shakespeare has [7218] no rhymes: blank verse. The flow of the language it is. The thoughts. [7219] Solemn. [7220] [7221] [7222] HAMLET, I AM THY FATHER'S SPIRIT [7223] DOOMED FOR A CERTAIN TIME TO WALK THE EARTH. [7224] [7225] [7226] --Two apples a penny! Two for a penny! [7227] [7228] His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand. [7229] Australians they must be this time of year. Shiny peels: polishes them up [7230] with a rag or a handkerchief. [7231] [7232] Wait. Those poor birds. [7233] [7234] He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury [7235] cakes for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down [7236] into the Liffey. See that? The gulls swooped silently, two, then all from [7237] their heights, pouncing on prey. Gone. Every morsel. [7238] [7239] Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his [7240] hands. They never expected that. Manna. Live on fish, fishy flesh [7241] they have, all seabirds, gulls, seagoose. Swans from Anna Liffey swim [7242] down here sometimes to preen themselves. No accounting for tastes. [7243] Wonder what kind is swanmeat. Robinson Crusoe had to live on them. [7244] [7245] They wheeled flapping weakly. I'm not going to throw any more. [7246] Penny quite enough. Lot of thanks I get. Not even a caw. They spread foot [7247] and mouth disease too. If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes [7248] like that. Eat pig like pig. But then why is it that saltwater fish are [7249] not salty? How is that? [7250] [7251] His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor [7252] on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board. [7253] [7254] KINO'S [7255] 11/- [7256] TROUSERS [7257] [7258] Good idea that. Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation. How can [7259] you own water really? It's always flowing in a stream, never the same, [7260] which in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream. All kinds [7261] of places are good for ads. That quack doctor for the clap used to be [7262] stuck up in all the greenhouses. Never see it now. Strictly confidential. [7263] Dr Hy Franks. Didn't cost him a red like Maginni the dancing master self [7264] advertisement. Got fellows to stick them up or stick them up himself for [7265] that matter on the q. t. running in to loosen a button. Flybynight. Just [7266] the place too. POST NO BILLS. POST 110 PILLS. Some chap with a dose [7267] burning him. [7268] [7269] If he ...? [7270] [7271] O! [7272] [7273] Eh? [7274] [7275] No ... No. [7276] [7277] No, no. I don't believe it. He wouldn't surely? [7278] [7279] No, no. [7280] [7281] Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Think no more about [7282] that. After one. Timeball on the ballastoffice is down. Dunsink time. [7283] Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's. Parallax. I never [7284] exactly understood. There's a priest. Could ask him. Par it's Greek: [7285] parallel, parallax. Met him pike hoses she called it till I told her about [7286] the transmigration. O rocks! [7287] [7288] Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballastoffice. She's [7289] right after all. Only big words for ordinary things on account of the [7290] sound. She's not exactly witty. Can be rude too. Blurt out what I was [7291] thinking. Still, I don't know. She used to say Ben Dollard had a base [7292] barreltone voice. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was singing [7293] into a barrel. Now, isn't that wit. They used to call him big Ben. Not [7294] half as witty as calling him base barreltone. Appetite like an albatross. [7295] Get outside of a baron of beef. Powerful man he was at stowing away number [7296] one Bass. Barrel of Bass. See? It all works out. [7297] [7298] [7299] A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards [7300] him along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Bargains. Like [7301] that priest they are this morning: we have sinned: we have suffered. He [7302] read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. E. L. Y. S. [7303] Wisdom Hely's. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his [7304] foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. Our staple [7305] food. Three bob a day, walking along the gutters, street after street. [7306] Just keep skin and bone together, bread and skilly. They are not Boyl: [7307] no, M Glade's men. Doesn't bring in any business either. I suggested [7308] to him about a transparent showcart with two smart girls sitting [7309] inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper. I bet that [7310] would have caught on. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once. [7311] Everyone dying to know what she's writing. Get twenty of them round you [7312] if you stare at nothing. Have a finger in the pie. Women too. Curiosity. [7313] Pillar of salt. Wouldn't have it of course because he didn't think [7314] of it himself first. Or the inkbottle I suggested with a false stain [7315] of black celluloid. His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under [7316] the obituaries, cold meat department. You can't lick 'em. What? Our [7317] envelopes. Hello, Jones, where are you going? Can't stop, Robinson, [7318] I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser KANSELL, [7319] sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street. Well out of that ruck I am. [7320] Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents. Tranquilla [7321] convent. That was a nice nun there, really sweet face. Wimple suited her [7322] small head. Sister? Sister? I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. [7323] Very hard to bargain with that sort of a woman. I disturbed her at her [7324] devotions that morning. But glad to communicate with the outside world. [7325] Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Sweet name [7326] too: caramel. She knew I, I think she knew by the way she. If she had [7327] married she would have changed. I suppose they really were short of [7328] money. Fried everything in the best butter all the same. No lard for them. [7329] My heart's broke eating dripping. They like buttering themselves in and [7330] out. Molly tasting it, her veil up. Sister? Pat Claffey, the pawnbroker's [7331] daughter. It was a nun they say invented barbed wire. [7332] [7333] He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by. [7334] Rover cycleshop. Those races are on today. How long ago is that? Year [7335] Phil Gilligan died. We were in Lombard street west. Wait: was in Thom's. [7336] Got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. Six years. Ten years ago: [7337] ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big fire at Arnott's. Val Dillon [7338] was lord mayor. The Glencree dinner. Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the [7339] port into his soup before the flag fell. Bobbob lapping it for the inner [7340] alderman. Couldn't hear what the band played. For what we have already [7341] received may the Lord make us. Milly was a kiddy then. Molly had that [7342] elephantgrey dress with the braided frogs. Mantailored with selfcovered [7343] buttons. She didn't like it because I sprained my ankle first day she wore [7344] choir picnic at the Sugarloaf. As if that. Old Goodwin's tall hat done up [7345] with some sticky stuff. Flies' picnic too. Never put a dress on her back [7346] like it. Fitted her like a glove, shoulders and hips. Just beginning to [7347] plump it out well. Rabbitpie we had that day. People looking after her. [7348] [7349] Happy. Happier then. Snug little room that was with the red [7350] wallpaper. Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen. Milly's tubbing night. [7351] American soap I bought: elderflower. Cosy smell of her bathwater. Funny [7352] she looked soaped all over. Shapely too. Now photography. Poor papa's [7353] daguerreotype atelier he told me of. Hereditary taste. [7354] [7355] He walked along the curbstone. [7356] [7357] Stream of life. What was the name of that priestylooking chap was [7358] always squinting in when he passed? Weak eyes, woman. Stopped in [7359] Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Pen something. Pendennis? My memory is [7360] getting. Pen ...? Of course it's years ago. Noise of the trams probably. [7361] Well, if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he sees every day. [7362] [7363] Bartell d'Arcy was the tenor, just coming out then. Seeing her home [7364] after practice. Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache. Gave her that [7365] song WINDS THAT BLOW FROM THE SOUTH. [7366] [7367] Windy night that was I went to fetch her there was that lodge meeting [7368] on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the supperroom [7369] or oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew [7370] out of my hand against the High school railings. Lucky it didn't. Thing [7371] like that spoils the effect of a night for her. Professor Goodwin linking [7372] her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell concerts. [7373] Positively last appearance on any stage. May be for months and may be for [7374] never. Remember her laughing at the wind, her blizzard collar up. Corner [7375] of Harcourt road remember that gust. Brrfoo! Blew up all her skirts and [7376] her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. She did get flushed in the wind. [7377] Remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up those pieces [7378] of lap of mutton for her supper with the Chutney sauce she liked. And the [7379] mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth unclamping the [7380] busk of her stays: white. [7381] [7382] Swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed. Always warm from [7383] her. Always liked to let her self out. Sitting there after till near two [7384] taking out her hairpins. Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy. [7385] That was the night ... [7386] [7387] --O, Mr Bloom, how do you do? [7388] [7389] --O, how do you do, Mrs Breen? [7390] [7391] --No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven't seen her for ages. [7392] [7393] --In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in [7394] Mullingar, you know. [7395] [7396] --Go away! Isn't that grand for her? [7397] [7398] --Yes. In a photographer's there. Getting on like a house on fire. How are [7399] all your charges? [7400] [7401] --All on the baker's list, Mrs Breen said. [7402] [7403] How many has she? No other in sight. [7404] [7405] --You're in black, I see. You have no ... [7406] [7407] --No, Mr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral. [7408] [7409] Going to crop up all day, I foresee. Who's dead, when and what did [7410] he die of? Turn up like a bad penny. [7411] [7412] --O, dear me, Mrs Breen said. I hope it wasn't any near relation. [7413] [7414] May as well get her sympathy. [7415] [7416] --Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly, [7417] poor fellow. Heart trouble, I believe. Funeral was this morning. [7418] [7419] [7420] YOUR FUNERAL'S TOMORROW [7421] WHILE YOU'RE COMING THROUGH THE RYE. [7422] DIDDLEDIDDLE DUMDUM [7423] DIDDLEDIDDLE ... [7424] [7425] [7426] --Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily. [7427] [7428] Now that's quite enough about that. Just: quietly: husband. [7429] [7430] --And your lord and master? [7431] [7432] Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn't lost them anyhow. [7433] [7434] --O, don't be talking! she said. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. He's in [7435] there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me [7436] heartscalded. Wait till I show you. [7437] [7438] Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly [7439] poured out from Harrison's. The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr [7440] Bloom's gullet. Want to make good pastry, butter, best flour, Demerara [7441] sugar, or they'd taste it with the hot tea. Or is it from her? A barefoot [7442] arab stood over the grating, breathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of [7443] hunger that way. Pleasure or pain is it? Penny dinner. Knife and fork [7444] chained to the table. [7445] [7446] Opening her handbag, chipped leather. Hatpin: ought to have a [7447] guard on those things. Stick it in a chap's eye in the tram. Rummaging. [7448] Open. Money. Please take one. Devils if they lose sixpence. Raise Cain. [7449] Husband barging. Where's the ten shillings I gave you on Monday? Are [7450] you feeding your little brother's family? Soiled handkerchief: [7451] medicinebottle. Pastille that was fell. What is she? ... [7452] [7453] --There must be a new moon out, she said. He's always bad then. Do you [7454] know what he did last night? [7455] [7456] Her hand ceased to rummage. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide [7457] in alarm, yet smiling. [7458] [7459] --What? Mr Bloom asked. [7460] [7461] Let her speak. Look straight in her eyes. I believe you. Trust me. [7462] [7463] --Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had, a nightmare. [7464] [7465] Indiges. [7466] [7467] --Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs. [7468] [7469] --The ace of spades! Mr Bloom said. [7470] [7471] She took a folded postcard from her handbag. [7472] [7473] --Read that, she said. He got it this morning. [7474] [7475] --What is it? Mr Bloom asked, taking the card. U.P.? [7476] [7477] --U.P.: up, she said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It's a great shame [7478] for them whoever he is. [7479] [7480] --Indeed it is, Mr Bloom said. [7481] [7482] She took back the card, sighing. [7483] [7484] --And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He's going to take an [7485] action for ten thousand pounds, he says. [7486] [7487] She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch. [7488] [7489] Same blue serge dress she had two years ago, the nap bleaching. Seen [7490] its best days. Wispish hair over her ears. And that dowdy toque: three old [7491] grapes to take the harm out of it. Shabby genteel. She used to be a tasty [7492] dresser. Lines round her mouth. Only a year or so older than Molly. [7493] [7494] See the eye that woman gave her, passing. Cruel. The unfair sex. [7495] [7496] He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent. [7497] Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. I'm hungry too. Flakes of pastry [7498] on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek. [7499] Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruit interior. Josie Powell that [7500] was. In Luke Doyle's long ago. Dolphin's Barn, the charades. U.P.: up. [7501] [7502] Change the subject. [7503] [7504] --Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Mr Bloom asked. [7505] [7506] --Mina Purefoy? she said. [7507] [7508] Philip Beaufoy I was thinking. Playgoers' Club. Matcham often [7509] thinks of the masterstroke. Did I pull the chain? Yes. The last act. [7510] [7511] --Yes. [7512] [7513] --I just called to ask on the way in is she over it. She's in the lying-in [7514] hospital in Holles street. Dr Horne got her in. She's three days bad now. [7515] [7516] --O, Mr Bloom said. I'm sorry to hear that. [7517] [7518] --Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It's a very stiff [7519] birth, the nurse told me. [7520] [7521] ---O, Mr Bloom said. [7522] [7523] His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. His tongue clacked in [7524] compassion. Dth! Dth! [7525] [7526] --I'm sorry to hear that, he said. Poor thing! Three days! That's terrible [7527] for her. [7528] [7529] Mrs Breen nodded. [7530] [7531] --She was taken bad on the Tuesday ... [7532] [7533] Mr Bloom touched her funnybone gently, warning her: [7534] [7535] --Mind! Let this man pass. [7536] [7537] A bony form strode along the curbstone from the river staring with a [7538] rapt gaze into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass. Tight as a [7539] skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a [7540] stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride. [7541] [7542] --Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts. Watch! [7543] [7544] --Who is he if it's a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty? [7545] [7546] --His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr [7547] Bloom said smiling. Watch! [7548] [7549] --He has enough of them, she said. Denis will be like that one of these [7550] days. [7551] [7552] She broke off suddenly. [7553] [7554] --There he is, she said. I must go after him. Goodbye. Remember me to [7555] Molly, won't you? [7556] [7557] --I will, Mr Bloom said. [7558] [7559] He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts. Denis [7560] Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's [7561] hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs. Blown in from the bay. Like old [7562] times. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his [7563] dull grey beard towards her, his loose jaw wagging as he spoke earnestly. [7564] [7565] Meshuggah. Off his chump. [7566] [7567] Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of him in sunlight the [7568] tight skullpiece, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat. Going the two days. [7569] Watch him! Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world. And [7570] that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Hard time she must have with [7571] him. [7572] [7573] U.P.: up. I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. [7574] Wrote it for a lark in the Scotch house I bet anything. Round to Menton's [7575] office. His oyster eyes staring at the postcard. Be a feast for the gods. [7576] [7577] He passed the IRISH TIMES. There might be other answers Iying there. [7578] Like to answer them all. Good system for criminals. Code. At their lunch [7579] now. Clerk with the glasses there doesn't know me. O, leave them there to [7580] simmer. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them. Wanted, smart [7581] lady typist to aid gentleman in literary work. I called you naughty [7582] darling because I do not like that other world. Please tell me what is the [7583] meaning. Please tell me what perfume does your wife. Tell me who made the [7584] world. The way they spring those questions on you. And the other one [7585] Lizzie Twigg. My literary efforts have had the good fortune to meet with [7586] the approval of the eminent poet A. E. (Mr Geo. Russell). No time to do [7587] her hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry. [7588] [7589] Best paper by long chalks for a small ad. Got the provinces now. [7590] Cook and general, exc. cuisine, housemaid kept. Wanted live man for spirit [7591] counter. Resp. girl (R.C.) wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop. [7592] James Carlisle made that. Six and a half per cent dividend. Made a big [7593] deal on Coates's shares. Ca' canny. Cunning old Scotch hunks. All the [7594] toady news. Our gracious and popular vicereine. Bought the IRISH FIELD [7595] now. Lady Mountcashel has quite recovered after her confinement and rode [7596] out with the Ward Union staghounds at the enlargement yesterday at [7597] Rathoath. Uneatable fox. Pothunters too. Fear injects juices make it [7598] tender enough for them. Riding astride. Sit her horse like a man. [7599] Weightcarrying huntress. No sidesaddle or pillion for her, not for Joe. [7600] First to the meet and in at the death. Strong as a brood mare some of [7601] those horsey women. Swagger around livery stables. Toss off a glass of [7602] brandy neat while you'd say knife. That one at the Grosvenor this morning. [7603] Up with her on the car: wishswish. Stonewall or fivebarred gate [7604] put her mount to it. Think that pugnosed driver did it out of spite. [7605] Who is this she was like? O yes! Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me [7606] her old wraps and black underclothes in the Shelbourne hotel. [7607] Divorced Spanish American. Didn't take a feather out of her [7608] my handling them. As if I was her clotheshorse. Saw her in the [7609] viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in with Whelan of the [7610] EXPRESS. Scavenging what the quality left. High tea. Mayonnaise I poured [7611] on the plums thinking it was custard. Her ears ought to have tingled for a [7612] few weeks after. Want to be a bull for her. Born courtesan. No nursery [7613] work for her, thanks. [7614] [7615] Poor Mrs Purefoy! Methodist husband. Method in his madness. [7616] Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy. Y. M. C. A. [7617] Eating with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the minute. And still his [7618] muttonchop whiskers grew. Supposed to be well connected. Theodore's [7619] cousin in Dublin Castle. One tony relative in every family. Hardy annuals [7620] he presents her with. Saw him out at the Three Jolly Topers marching along [7621] bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet. The squallers. [7622] Poor thing! Then having to give the breast year after year all hours of [7623] the night. Selfish those t.t's are. Dog in the manger. Only one lump of [7624] sugar in my tea, if you please. [7625] [7626] He stood at Fleet street crossing. Luncheon interval. A sixpenny at [7627] Rowe's? Must look up that ad in the national library. An eightpenny in the [7628] Burton. Better. On my way. [7629] [7630] He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea. I forgot [7631] to tap Tom Kernan. [7632] [7633] Sss. Dth, dth, dth! Three days imagine groaning on a bed with a [7634] vinegared handkerchief round her forehead, her belly swollen out. Phew! [7635] Dreadful simply! Child's head too big: forceps. Doubled up inside her [7636] trying to butt its way out blindly, groping for the way out. Kill me that [7637] would. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. They ought to invent something [7638] to stop that. Life with hard labour. Twilight sleep idea: queen Victoria [7639] was given that. Nine she had. A good layer. Old woman that lived in a shoe [7640] she had so many children. Suppose he was consumptive. Time someone thought [7641] about it instead of gassing about the what was it the pensive bosom of the [7642] silver effulgence. Flapdoodle to feed fools on. They could easily have big [7643] establishments whole thing quite painless out of all the taxes give every [7644] child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyone five per cent is [7645] a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal [7646] system encourage people to put by money save hundred and ten and a bit [7647] twentyone years want to work it out on paper come to a tidy sum more than [7648] you think. [7649] [7650] Not stillborn of course. They are not even registered. Trouble for [7651] nothing. [7652] [7653] Funny sight two of them together, their bellies out. Molly and Mrs [7654] Moisel. Mothers' meeting. Phthisis retires for the time being, then [7655] returns. How flat they look all of a sudden after. Peaceful eyes. [7656] Weight off their mind. Old Mrs Thornton was a jolly old soul. All [7657] my babies, she said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed [7658] them. O, that's nyumnyum. Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. [7659] His first bow to the public. Head like a prize pumpkin. Snuffy Dr Murren. [7660] People knocking them up at all hours. For God' sake, doctor. Wife in [7661] her throes. Then keep them waiting months for their fee. To attendance [7662] on your wife. No gratitude in people. Humane doctors, most of them. [7663] [7664] Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of [7665] pigeons flew. Their little frolic after meals. Who will we do it on? I [7666] pick the fellow in black. Here goes. Here's good luck. Must be thrilling [7667] from the air. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the trees near Goose [7668] green playing the monkeys. Mackerel they called me. [7669] [7670] A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in [7671] Indian file. Goosestep. Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their [7672] truncheons. After their feed with a good load of fat soup under their [7673] belts. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. They split up in groups and [7674] scattered, saluting, towards their beats. Let out to graze. Best moment to [7675] attack one in pudding time. A punch in his dinner. A squad of others, [7676] marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the station. [7677] Bound for their troughs. Prepare to receive cavalry. Prepare to receive [7678] soup. [7679] [7680] He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. They did right to [7681] put him up over a urinal: meeting of the waters. Ought to be places for [7682] women. Running into cakeshops. Settle my hat straight. THERE IS NOT IN [7683] THIS WIDE WORLD A VALLEE. Great song of Julia Morkan's. Kept her voice up [7684] to the very last. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she? [7685] [7686] He gazed after the last broad tunic. Nasty customers to tackle. Jack [7687] Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. If a fellow gave them trouble [7688] being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell. Can't [7689] blame them after all with the job they have especially the young hornies. [7690] That horsepoliceman the day Joe Chamberlain was given his degree in [7691] Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His horse's hoofs [7692] clattering after us down Abbey street. Lucky I had the presence of mind to [7693] dive into Manning's or I was souped. He did come a wallop, by George. [7694] Must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones. I oughtn't to have got [7695] myself swept along with those medicals. And the Trinity jibs in their [7696] mortarboards. Looking for trouble. Still I got to know that young Dixon [7697] who dressed that sting for me in the Mater and now he's in Holles street [7698] where Mrs Purefoy. Wheels within wheels. Police whistle in my ears still. [7699] All skedaddled. Why he fixed on me. Give me in charge. Right here it [7700] began. [7701] [7702] --Up the Boers! [7703] [7704] --Three cheers for De Wet! [7705] [7706] --We'll hang Joe Chamberlain on a sourapple tree. [7707] [7708] Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out. Vinegar hill. [7709] The Butter exchange band. Few years' time half of them magistrates and [7710] civil servants. War comes on: into the army helterskelter: same fellows [7711] used to. Whether on the scaffold high. [7712] [7713] Never know who you're talking to. Corny Kelleher he has Harvey [7714] Duff in his eye. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the [7715] gaff on the invincibles. Member of the corporation too. Egging raw youths [7716] on to get in the know all the time drawing secret service pay from the [7717] castle. Drop him like a hot potato. Why those plainclothes men are always [7718] courting slaveys. Easily twig a man used to uniform. Squarepushing up [7719] against a backdoor. Maul her a bit. Then the next thing on the menu. And [7720] who is the gentleman does be visiting there? Was the young master saying [7721] anything? Peeping Tom through the keyhole. Decoy duck. Hotblooded young [7722] student fooling round her fat arms ironing. [7723] [7724] --Are those yours, Mary? [7725] [7726] --I don't wear such things ... Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. [7727] Out half the night. [7728] [7729] --There are great times coming, Mary. Wait till you see. [7730] [7731] --Ah, gelong with your great times coming. [7732] [7733] Barmaids too. Tobaccoshopgirls. [7734] [7735] James Stephens' idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so [7736] that a fellow couldn't round on more than his own ring. Sinn Fein. Back [7737] out you get the knife. Hidden hand. Stay in. The firing squad. Turnkey's [7738] daughter got him out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Putting up in the [7739] Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses. Garibaldi. [7740] [7741] You must have a certain fascination: Parnell. Arthur Griffith is a [7742] squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob. Or gas about our [7743] lovely land. Gammon and spinach. Dublin Bakery Company's tearoom. [7744] Debating societies. That republicanism is the best form of government. [7745] That the language question should take precedence of the economic [7746] question. Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. Stuff them [7747] up with meat and drink. Michaelmas goose. Here's a good lump of thyme [7748] seasoning under the apron for you. Have another quart of goosegrease [7749] before it gets too cold. Halffed enthusiasts. Penny roll and a walk with [7750] the band. No grace for the carver. The thought that the other chap pays [7751] best sauce in the world. Make themselves thoroughly at home. Show us over [7752] those apricots, meaning peaches. The not far distant day. Homerule sun [7753] rising up in the northwest. [7754] [7755] His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, [7756] shadowing Trinity's surly front. Trams passed one another, ingoing, [7757] outgoing, clanging. Useless words. Things go on same, day after day: [7758] squads of police marching out, back: trams in, out. Those two loonies [7759] mooching about. Dignam carted off. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed [7760] groaning to have a child tugged out of her. One born every second [7761] somewhere. Other dying every second. Since I fed the birds five minutes. [7762] Three hundred kicked the bucket. Other three hundred born, washing the [7763] blood off, all are washed in the blood of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa. [7764] [7765] Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing away too: other [7766] coming on, passing on. Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of [7767] pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Changing hands. This owner, that. [7768] Landlord never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets [7769] his notice to quit. They buy the place up with gold and still they [7770] have all the gold. Swindle in it somewhere. Piled up in cities, worn [7771] away age after age. Pyramids in sand. Built on bread and onions. [7772] Slaves Chinese wall. Babylon. Big stones left. Round towers. Rest rubble, [7773] sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt. Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. [7774] Shelter, for the night. [7775] [7776] No-one is anything. [7777] [7778] This is the very worst hour of the day. Vitality. Dull, gloomy: hate [7779] this hour. Feel as if I had been eaten and spewed. [7780] [7781] Provost's house. The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Well [7782] tinned in there. Like a mortuary chapel. Wouldn't live in it if they paid [7783] me. Hope they have liver and bacon today. Nature abhors a vacuum. [7784] [7785] The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware [7786] opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell passed, [7787] unseeing. [7788] [7789] There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that's a [7790] coincidence. Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don't [7791] meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a [7792] corporation meeting today. They say he never put on the city marshal's [7793] uniform since he got the job. Charley Kavanagh used to come out on his [7794] high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Look at the [7795] woebegone walk of him. Eaten a bad egg. Poached eyes on ghost. I have a [7796] pain. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. He'd look nice on the [7797] city charger. Drop into the D.B.C. probably for his coffee, play chess [7798] there. His brother used men as pawns. Let them all go to pot. Afraid to [7799] pass a remark on him. Freeze them up with that eye of his. That's the [7800] fascination: the name. All a bit touched. Mad Fanny and his other sister [7801] Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. Bolt upright lik [7802] surgeon M'Ardle. Still David Sheehy beat him for south Meath. [7803] Apply for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. The patriot's [7804] banquet. Eating orangepeels in the park. Simon Dedalus said when they put [7805] him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the grave and lead [7806] him out of the house of commons by the arm. [7807] [7808] --Of the twoheaded octopus, one of whose heads is the head upon which [7809] the ends of the world have forgotten to come while the other speaks with a [7810] Scotch accent. The tentacles ... [7811] [7812] They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Beard and [7813] bicycle. Young woman. [7814] [7815] And there he is too. Now that's really a coincidence: second time. [7816] Coming events cast their shadows before. With the approval of the eminent [7817] poet, Mr Geo. Russell. That might be Lizzie Twigg with him. A. E.: what [7818] does that mean? Initials perhaps. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, [7819] Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. What was he saying? The ends of the world [7820] with a Scotch accent. Tentacles: octopus. Something occult: symbolism. [7821] Holding forth. She's taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid gentleman [7822] in literary work. [7823] [7824] His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle, a [7825] listening woman at his side. Coming from the vegetarian. Only [7826] weggebobbles and fruit. Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that [7827] cow will pursue you through all eternity. They say it's healthier. [7828] Windandwatery though. Tried it. Keep you on the run all day. Bad as a [7829] bloater. Dreams all night. Why do they call that thing they gave me [7830] nutsteak? Nutarians. Fruitarians. To give you the idea you are eating [7831] rumpsteak. Absurd. Salty too. They cook in soda. Keep you sitting by the [7832] tap all night. [7833] [7834] Her stockings are loose over her ankles. I detest that: so tasteless. [7835] Those literary etherial people they are all. Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. [7836] Esthetes they are. I wouldn't be surprised if it was that kind of food you [7837] see produces the like waves of the brain the poetical. For example one of [7838] those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze [7839] a line of poetry out of him. Don't know what poetry is even. Must be in a [7840] certain mood. [7841] [7842] [7843] THE DREAMY CLOUDY GULL [7844] WAVES O'ER THE WATERS DULL. [7845] [7846] [7847] He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of [7848] Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Or will I drop into old Harris's [7849] and have a chat with young Sinclair? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his [7850] lunch. Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Goerz lenses six [7851] guineas. Germans making their way everywhere. Sell on easy terms to [7852] capture trade. Undercutting. Might chance on a pair in the railway lost [7853] property office. Astonishing the things people leave behind them in trains [7854] and cloakrooms. What do they be thinking about? Women too. Incredible. [7855] Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up that farmer's daughter's ba [7856] and hand it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed money too. There's a [7857] little watch up there on the roof of the bank to test those glasses by. [7858] [7859] His lids came down on the lower rims of his irides. Can't see it. If you [7860] imagine it's there you can almost see it. Can't see it. [7861] [7862] He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right [7863] hand at arm's length towards the sun. Wanted to try that often. Yes: [7864] completely. The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. Must [7865] be the focus where the rays cross. If I had black glasses. Interesting. [7866] There was a lot of talk about those sunspots when we were in Lombard [7867] street west. Looking up from the back garden. Terrific explosions they [7868] are. There will be a total eclipse this year: autumn some time. [7869] [7870] Now that I come to think of it that ball falls at Greenwich time. It's [7871] the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Must go out there [7872] some first Saturday of the month. If I could get an introduction to [7873] professor Joly or learn up something about his family. That would do to: [7874] man always feels complimented. Flattery where least expected. Nobleman [7875] proud to be descended from some king's mistress. His foremother. Lay it on [7876] with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land. Not go in and blurt out [7877] what you know you're not to: what's parallax? Show this gentleman the [7878] door. [7879] [7880] Ah. [7881] [7882] His hand fell to his side again. [7883] [7884] Never know anything about it. Waste of time. Gasballs spinning [7885] about, crossing each other, passing. Same old dingdong always. Gas: then [7886] solid: then world: then cold: then dead shell drifting around, frozen [7887] rock, like that pineapple rock. The moon. Must be a new moon out, she [7888] said. I believe there is. [7889] [7890] He went on by la maison Claire. [7891] [7892] Wait. The full moon was the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly [7893] there is a new moon. Walking down by the Tolka. Not bad for a Fairview [7894] moon. She was humming. The young May moon she's beaming, love. He [7895] other side of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. [7896] Touch. Fingers. Asking. Answer. Yes. [7897] [7898] Stop. Stop. If it was it was. Must. [7899] [7900] Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court. [7901] [7902] With a keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the street here [7903] middle of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. On his annual bend, [7904] M Coy said. They drink in order to say or do something or CHERCHEZ LA [7905] FEMME. Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the [7906] rest of the year sober as a judge. [7907] [7908] Yes. Thought so. Sloping into the Empire. Gone. Plain soda would do [7909] him good. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran [7910] the Queen's. Broth of a boy. Dion Boucicault business with his [7911] harvestmoon face in a poky bonnet. Three Purty Maids from School. How [7912] time flies, eh? Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Drinkers, [7913] drinking, laughed spluttering, their drink against their breath. More [7914] power, Pat. Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke. Take off that [7915] white hat. His parboiled eyes. Where is he now? Beggar somewhere. The harp [7916] that once did starve us all. [7917] [7918] I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Twentyeight I was. [7919] She twentythree. When we left Lombard street west something changed. [7920] Could never like it again after Rudy. Can't bring back time. Like holding [7921] water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. [7922] Would you? Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy? [7923] Wants to sew on buttons for me. I must answer. Write it in the library. [7924] [7925] Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Muslin [7926] prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing [7927] in the baking causeway. Thick feet that woman has in the white stockings. [7928] Hope the rain mucks them up on her. Countrybred chawbacon. All the beef [7929] to the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of [7930] plumb. [7931] [7932] He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. [7933] Cascades of ribbons. Flimsy China silks. A tilted urn poured from its [7934] mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. The huguenots brought [7935] that here. LA CAUSA E SANTA! Tara Tara. Great chorus that. Taree tara. [7936] Must be washed in rainwater. Meyerbeer. Tara: bom bom bom. [7937] [7938] Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all [7939] over the place. Needles in window curtains. [7940] [7941] He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today [7942] anyhow. Must go back for that lotion. For her birthday perhaps. [7943] Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Nearly three months off. Then she mightn't [7944] like it. Women won't pick up pins. Say it cuts lo. [7945] [7946] Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk [7947] stockings. [7948] [7949] Useless to go back. Had to be. Tell me all. [7950] [7951] High voices. Sunwarm silk. Jingling harnesses. All for a woman, [7952] home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Agendath [7953] Netaim. Wealth of the world. [7954] [7955] A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain [7956] yielded. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh [7957] obscurely, he mutely craved to adore. [7958] [7959] Duke street. Here we are. Must eat. The Burton. Feel better then. [7960] [7961] He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. Jingling, hoofthuds. [7962] Perfumed bodies, warm, full. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, [7963] tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, [7964] creaking beds. [7965] [7966] --Jack, love! [7967] [7968] --Darling! [7969] [7970] --Kiss me, Reggy! [7971] [7972] --My boy! [7973] [7974] --Love! [7975] [7976] His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink [7977] gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens. See the [7978] animals feed. [7979] [7980] Men, men, men. [7981] [7982] Perched on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables [7983] calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy [7984] food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. A pallid suetfaced [7985] young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. New [7986] set of microbes. A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round [7987] him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. A man spitting back on his [7988] plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no teeth to chewchewchew it. Chump [7989] chop from the grill. Bolting to get it over. Sad booser's eyes. Bitten off [7990] more than he can chew. Am I like that? See ourselves as others see us. [7991] Hungry man is an angry man. Working tooth and jaw. Don't! O! A bone! That [7992] last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the schoolpoem choked himself at [7993] Sletty southward of the Boyne. Wonder what he was eating. Something [7994] galoptious. Saint Patrick converted him to Christianity. Couldn't swallow [7995] it all however. [7996] [7997] --Roast beef and cabbage. [7998] [7999] --One stew. [8000] [8001] Smells of men. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of [8002] plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment. [8003] [8004] His gorge rose. [8005] [8006] Couldn't eat a morsel here. Fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat [8007] all before him, old chap picking his tootles. Slight spasm, full, chewing [8008] the cud. Before and after. Grace after meals. Look on this picture then on [8009] that. Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread. Lick it off the [8010] plate, man! Get out of this. [8011] [8012] He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of [8013] his nose. [8014] [8015] --Two stouts here. [8016] [8017] --One corned and cabbage. [8018] [8019] That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life [8020] depended on it. Good stroke. Give me the fidgets to look. Safer to eat [8021] from his three hands. Tear it limb from limb. Second nature to him. Born [8022] with a silver knife in his mouth. That's witty, I think. Or no. Silver [8023] means born rich. Born with a knife. But then the allusion is lost. [8024] [8025] An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. Rock, the head [8026] bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard. Well [8027] up: it splashed yellow near his boot. A diner, knife and fork upright, [8028] elbows on table, ready for a second helping stared towards the foodlift [8029] across his stained square of newspaper. Other chap telling him something [8030] with his mouth full. Sympathetic listener. Table talk. I munched hum un [8031] thu Unchster Bunk un Munchday. Ha? Did you, faith? [8032] [8033] Mr Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his lips. His eyes said: [8034] [8035] --Not here. Don't see him. [8036] [8037] Out. I hate dirty eaters. [8038] [8039] He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Stopgap. [8040] Keep me going. Had a good breakfast. [8041] [8042] --Roast and mashed here. [8043] [8044] --Pint of stout. [8045] [8046] Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff. [8047] [8048] He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street. [8049] Eat or be eaten. Kill! Kill! [8050] [8051] Suppose that communal kitchen years to come perhaps. All trotting [8052] down with porringers and tommycans to be filled. Devour contents in the [8053] street. John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every mother's [8054] son don't talk of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children [8055] cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. From Ailesbury road, [8056] Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his [8057] gingerbread coach, old queen in a bathchair. My plate's empty. After you [8058] with our incorporated drinkingcup. Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain. [8059] Rub off the microbes with your handkerchief. Next chap rubs on a new [8060] batch with his. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them all. Have rows [8061] all the same. All for number one. Children fighting for the scrapings of [8062] the pot. Want a souppot as big as the Phoenix park. Harpooning flitches [8063] and hindquarters out of it. Hate people all round you. City Arms hotel [8064] TABLE D'HOTE she called it. Soup, joint and sweet. Never know whose [8065] thoughts you're chewing. Then who'd wash up all the plates and forks? [8066] Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Teeth getting worse and worse. [8067] [8068] After all there's a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the [8069] earth garlic of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of [8070] onions mushrooms truffles. Pain to the animal too. Pluck and draw fowl. [8071] Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe to split [8072] their skulls open. Moo. Poor trembling calves. Meh. Staggering bob. Bubble [8073] and squeak. Butchers' buckets wobbly lights. Give us that brisket off the [8074] hook. Plup. Rawhead and bloody bones. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from [8075] their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust. [8076] Top and lashers going out. Don't maul them pieces, young one. [8077] [8078] Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. Blood always needed. [8079] Insidious. Lick it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Famished ghosts. [8080] [8081] Ah, I'm hungry. [8082] [8083] He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a [8084] drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me [8085] once. [8086] [8087] What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff? [8088] [8089] --Hello, Bloom, Nosey Flynn said from his nook. [8090] [8091] --Hello, Flynn. [8092] [8093] --How's things? [8094] [8095] --Tiptop ... Let me see. I'll take a glass of burgundy and ... let [8096] me see. [8097] [8098] Sardines on the shelves. Almost taste them by looking. Sandwich? [8099] Ham and his descendants musterred and bred there. Potted meats. What is [8100] home without Plumtree's potted meat? Incomplete. What a stupid ad! [8101] Under the obituary notices they stuck it. All up a plumtree. Dignam's [8102] potted meat. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. White missionary too [8103] salty. Like pickled pork. Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour. [8104] Ought to be tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect. [8105] THERE WAS A RIGHT ROYAL OLD NIGGER. WHO ATE OR SOMETHING THE SOMETHINGS OF [8106] THE REVEREND MR MACTRIGGER. With it an abode of bliss. Lord knows what [8107] concoction. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. Puzzle [8108] find the meat. Kosher. No meat and milk together. Hygiene that was what [8109] they call now. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. Peace and war [8110] depend on some fellow's digestion. Religions. Christmas turkeys and geese. [8111] Slaughter of innocents. Eat drink and be merry. Then casual wards full [8112] after. Heads bandaged. Cheese digests all but itself. Mity cheese. [8113] [8114] --Have you a cheese sandwich? [8115] [8116] --Yes, sir. [8117] [8118] Like a few olives too if they had them. Italian I prefer. Good glass of [8119] burgundy take away that. Lubricate. A nice salad, cool as a cucumber, Tom [8120] Kernan can dress. Puts gusto into it. Pure olive oil. Milly served me that [8121] cutlet with a sprig of parsley. Take one Spanish onion. God made food, the [8122] devil the cooks. Devilled crab. [8123] [8124] --Wife well? [8125] [8126] --Quite well, thanks ... A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you? [8127] [8128] --Yes, sir. [8129] [8130] Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. [8131] [8132] --Doing any singing those times? [8133] [8134] Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear. Flap ears to match. [8135] Music. Knows as much about it as my coachman. Still better tell him. Does [8136] no harm. Free ad. [8137] [8138] --She's engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard [8139] perhaps. [8140] [8141] --No. O, that's the style. Who's getting it up? [8142] [8143] The curate served. [8144] [8145] --How much is that? [8146] [8147] --Seven d., sir ... Thank you, sir. [8148] [8149] Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. MR MACTRIGGER. Easier [8150] than the dreamy creamy stuff. HIS FIVE HUNDRED WIVES. HAD THE TIME OF [8151] THEIR LIVES. [8152] [8153] --Mustard, sir? [8154] [8155] --Thank you. [8156] [8157] He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. THEIR LIVES. I have it. [8158] IT GREW BIGGER AND BIGGER AND BIGGER. [8159] [8160] --Getting it up? he said. Well, it's like a company idea, you see. Part [8161] shares and part profits. [8162] [8163] --Ay, now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand in his pocket to [8164] scratch his groin. Who is this was telling me? Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed [8165] up in it? [8166] [8167] A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's heart. [8168] He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock [8169] five minutes fast. Time going on. Hands moving. Two. Not yet. [8170] [8171] His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, yearned more longly, [8172] longingly. [8173] [8174] Wine. [8175] [8176] He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to [8177] speed it, set his wineglass delicately down. [8178] [8179] --Yes, he said. He's the organiser in point of fact. [8180] [8181] No fear: no brains. [8182] [8183] Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Flea having a good square meal. [8184] [8185] --He had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, over that [8186] boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the Portobello [8187] barracks. By God, he had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he [8188] was telling me ... [8189] [8190] Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass. No, snuffled it [8191] up. [8192] [8193] --For near a month, man, before it came off. Sucking duck eggs by God till [8194] further orders. Keep him off the boose, see? O, by God, Blazes is a hairy [8195] chap. [8196] [8197] Davy Byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched [8198] shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring's [8199] blush. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. [8200] Too much fat on the parsnips. [8201] [8202] --And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Can you give [8203] us a good one for the Gold cup? [8204] [8205] --I'm off that, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. I never put anything on a [8206] horse. [8207] [8208] --You're right there, Nosey Flynn said. [8209] [8210] Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of [8211] disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his [8212] wine soothed his palate. Not logwood that. Tastes fuller this weather with [8213] the chill off. [8214] [8215] Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed. [8216] Like the way it curves there. [8217] [8218] --I wouldn't do anything at all in that line, Davy Byrne said. It ruined [8219] many a man, the same horses. [8220] [8221] Vintners' sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits [8222] for consumption on the premises. Heads I win tails you lose. [8223] [8224] --True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Unless you're in the know. There's no [8225] straight sport going now. Lenehan gets some good ones. He's giving [8226] Sceptre today. Zinfandel's the favourite, lord Howard de Walden's, won at [8227] Epsom. Morny Cannon is riding him. I could have got seven to one against [8228] Saint Amant a fortnight before. [8229] [8230] --That so? Davy Byrne said ... [8231] [8232] He went towards the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned [8233] its pages. [8234] [8235] --I could, faith, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. That was a rare bit of [8236] horseflesh. Saint Frusquin was her sire. She won in a thunderstorm, [8237] Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow cap. [8238] Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O'Gaunt. He put me off it. Ay. [8239] [8240] He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the flutes. [8241] [8242] --Ay, he said, sighing. [8243] [8244] Mr Bloom, champing, standing, looked upon his sigh. Nosey [8245] numbskull. Will I tell him that horse Lenehan? He knows already. Better [8246] let him forget. Go and lose more. Fool and his money. Dewdrop coming down [8247] again. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Still they might like. Prickly [8248] beards they like. Dogs' cold noses. Old Mrs Riordan with the rumbling [8249] stomach's Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel. Molly fondling him in her [8250] lap. O, the big doggybowwowsywowsy! [8251] [8252] Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment [8253] mawkish cheese. Nice wine it is. Taste it better because I'm not thirsty. [8254] Bath of course does that. Just a bite or two. Then about six o'clock I can. [8255] Six. Six. Time will be gone then. She ... [8256] [8257] Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that badly. Felt so off [8258] colour. His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy [8259] lobsters' claws. All the odd things people pick up for food. Out of [8260] shells, periwinkles with a pin, off trees, snails out of the ground the [8261] French eat, out of the sea with bait on a hook. Silly fish learn nothing [8262] in a thousand years. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your [8263] mouth. Poisonous berries. Johnny Magories. Roundness you think good. [8264] Gaudy colour warns you off. One fellow told another and so on. Try it on [8265] the dog first. Led on by the smell or the look. Tempting fruit. Ice [8266] cones. Cream. Instinct. Orangegroves for instance. Need artificial [8267] irrigation. Bleibtreustrasse. Yes but what about oysters. Unsightly like [8268] a clot of phlegm. Filthy shells. Devil to open them too. Who found them [8269] out? Garbage, sewage they feed on. Fizz and Red bank oysters. Effect on [8270] the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red Bank this morning. Was he oysters [8271] old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no ar no [8272] oysters. But there are people like things high. Tainted game. Jugged [8273] hare. First catch your hare. Chinese eating eggs fifty years old, blue [8274] and green again. Dinner of thirty courses. Each dish harmless might mix [8275] inside. Idea for a poison mystery. That archduke Leopold was it no yes or [8276] was it Otto one of those Habsburgs? Or who was it used to eat the scruff [8277] off his own head? Cheapest lunch in town. Of course aristocrats, then the [8278] others copy to be in the fashion. Milly too rock oil and flour. Raw [8279] pastry I like myself. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the [8280] sea to keep up the price. Cheap no-one would buy. Caviare. Do the grand. [8281] Hock in green glasses. Swell blowout. Lady this. Powdered bosom pearls. [8282] The ELITE. CREME DE LA CREME. They want special dishes to pretend [8283] they're. Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the [8284] flesh. Know me come eat with me. Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the [8285] butcher, right to venisons of the forest from his ex. Send him back the [8286] half of a cow. Spread I saw down in the Master of the Rolls' kitchen [8287] area. Whitehatted CHEF like a rabbi. Combustible duck. Curly cabbage A LA [8288] DUCHESSE DE PARME. Just as well to write it on the bill of fare so you [8289] can know what you've eaten. Too many drugs spoil the broth. I know it [8290] myself. Dosing it with Edwards' desiccated soup. Geese stuffed silly for [8291] them. Lobsters boiled alive. Do ptake some ptarmigan. Wouldn't mind being [8292] a waiter in a swell hotel. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. May I [8293] tempt you to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat? Yes, do [8294] bedad. And she did bedad. Huguenot name I expect that. A miss Dubedat [8295] lived in Killiney, I remember. DU, DE LA French. Still it's the same fish [8296] perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out of making [8297] money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a [8298] cheque think he was painting the landscape with his mouth twisted. [8299] Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand [8300] pounds. [8301] [8302] Stuck on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck. [8303] [8304] Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress [8305] grapes of Burgundy. Sun's heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me [8306] memory. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Hidden under wild ferns [8307] on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. No sound. The sky. The bay purple by [8308] the Lion's head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Fields of [8309] undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities. Pillowed on my [8310] coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her [8311] nape, you'll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft with ointments her hand [8312] touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away. Ravished over [8313] her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. Yum. Softly she gave me [8314] in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Mawkish pulp her mouth had [8315] mumbled sweetsour of her spittle. Joy: I ate it: joy. Young life, her [8316] lips that gave me pouting. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Flowers her [8317] eyes were, take me, willing eyes. Pebbles fell. She lay still. A goat. [8318] No-one. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, [8319] dropping currants. Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Wildly I [8320] lay on her, kissed her: eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, [8321] woman's breasts full in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright. [8322] Hot I tongued her. She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed [8323] my hair. Kissed, she kissed me. [8324] [8325] Me. And me now. [8326] [8327] Stuck, the flies buzzed. [8328] [8329] His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab. Beauty: [8330] it curves: curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the [8331] world admires. Can see them library museum standing in the round hall, [8332] naked goddesses. Aids to digestion. They don't care what man looks. All [8333] to see. Never speaking. I mean to say to fellows like Flynn. Suppose she [8334] did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Mortal! Put you in [8335] your proper place. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all [8336] ambrosial. Not like a tanner lunch we have, boiled mutton, carrots and [8337] turnips, bottle of Allsop. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods' [8338] food. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. Immortal lovely. And we [8339] stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung, [8340] earth, food: have to feed it like stoking an engine. They have no. Never [8341] looked. I'll look today. Keeper won't see. Bend down let something drop [8342] see if she. [8343] [8344] Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to do [8345] there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked, [8346] to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a [8347] youth enjoyed her, to the yard. [8348] [8349] When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book: [8350] [8351] --What is this he is? Isn't he in the insurance line? [8352] [8353] --He's out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the [8354] FREEMAN. [8355] [8356] --I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble? [8357] [8358] --Trouble? Nosey Flynn said. Not that I heard of. Why? [8359] [8360] --I noticed he was in mourning. [8361] [8362] --Was he? Nosey Flynn said. So he was, faith. I asked him how was all at [8363] home. You're right, by God. So he was. [8364] [8365] --I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne said humanely, if I see a [8366] gentleman is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their [8367] minds. [8368] [8369] --It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. I met him the day before [8370] yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's [8371] wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home [8372] to his better half. She's well nourished, I tell you. Plovers on toast. [8373] [8374] --And is he doing for the FREEMAN? Davy Byrne said. [8375] [8376] Nosey Flynn pursed his lips. [8377] [8378] ---He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of [8379] that. [8380] [8381] --How so? Davy Byrne asked, coming from his book. [8382] [8383] Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He [8384] winked. [8385] [8386] --He's in the craft, he said. [8387] [8388] ---Do you tell me so? Davy Byrne said. [8389] [8390] --Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. Ancient free and accepted order. He's [8391] an excellent brother. Light, life and love, by God. They give him a leg [8392] up. I was told that by a--well, I won't say who. [8393] [8394] --Is that a fact? [8395] [8396] --O, it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. They stick to you when you're [8397] down. I know a fellow was trying to get into it. But they're as close as [8398] damn it. By God they did right to keep the women out of it. [8399] [8400] Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one: [8401] [8402] --Iiiiiichaaaaaaach! [8403] [8404] --There was one woman, Nosey Flynn said, hid herself in a clock to find [8405] out what they do be doing. But be damned but they smelt her out and swore [8406] her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the saint Legers of [8407] Doneraile. [8408] [8409] Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes: [8410] [8411] --And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and [8412] I never once saw him--you know, over the line. [8413] [8414] --God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said firmly. Slips [8415] off when the fun gets too hot. Didn't you see him look at his watch? Ah, [8416] you weren't there. If you ask him to have a drink first thing he does he [8417] outs with the watch to see what he ought to imbibe. Declare to God he [8418] does. [8419] [8420] --There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He's a safe man, I'd say. [8421] [8422] --He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. He's been known to [8423] put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due. O, Bloom [8424] has his good points. But there's one thing he'll never do. [8425] [8426] His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog. [8427] [8428] --I know, Davy Byrne said. [8429] [8430] --Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said. [8431] [8432] Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a [8433] plaining hand on his claret waistcoat. [8434] [8435] --Day, Mr Byrne. [8436] [8437] --Day, gentlemen. [8438] [8439] They paused at the counter. [8440] [8441] --Who's standing? Paddy Leonard asked. [8442] [8443] --I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn answered. [8444] [8445] --Well, what'll it be? Paddy Leonard asked. [8446] [8447] --I'll take a stone ginger, Bantam Lyons said. [8448] [8449] --How much? Paddy Leonard cried. Since when, for God' sake? What's yours, [8450] Tom? [8451] [8452] --How is the main drainage? Nosey Flynn asked, sipping. [8453] [8454] For answer Tom Rochford pressed his hand to his breastbone and hiccupped. [8455] [8456] --Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne? he said. [8457] [8458] --Certainly, sir. [8459] [8460] Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates. [8461] [8462] --Lord love a duck, he said. Look at what I'm standing drinks to! Cold [8463] water and gingerpop! Two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore leg. [8464] He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead snip. [8465] [8466] --Zinfandel is it? Nosey Flynn asked. [8467] [8468] Tom Rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the water set before [8469] him. [8470] [8471] --That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking. [8472] [8473] --Breadsoda is very good, Davy Byrne said. [8474] [8475] Tom Rochford nodded and drank. [8476] [8477] --Is it Zinfandel? [8478] [8479] --Say nothing! Bantam Lyons winked. I'm going to plunge five bob on my [8480] own. [8481] [8482] --Tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned to you, Paddy Leonard [8483] said. Who gave it to you? [8484] [8485] Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting. [8486] [8487] --So long! Nosey Flynn said. [8488] [8489] The others turned. [8490] [8491] --That's the man now that gave it to me, Bantam Lyons whispered. [8492] [8493] --Prrwht! Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Mr Byrne, sir, we'll take two of [8494] your small Jamesons after that and a ... [8495] [8496] --Stone ginger, Davy Byrne added civilly. [8497] [8498] --Ay, Paddy Leonard said. A suckingbottle for the baby. [8499] [8500] Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth [8501] smooth. Something green it would have to be: spinach, say. Then with [8502] those Rontgen rays searchlight you could. [8503] [8504] At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the [8505] cobblestones and lapped it with new zest. Surfeit. Returned with thanks [8506] having fully digested the contents. First sweet then savoury. Mr Bloom [8507] coasted warily. Ruminants. His second course. Their upper jaw they move. [8508] Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything with that invention of his? [8509] Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth. Lean people long mouths. [8510] Ought to be a hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent [8511] free. Course then you'd have all the cranks pestering. [8512] [8513] He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars: [8514] [8515] [8516] DON GIOVANNI, A CENAR TECO [8517] M'INVITASTI. [8518] [8519] [8520] Feel better. Burgundy. Good pick me up. Who distilled first? Some chap in [8521] the blues. Dutch courage. That KILKENNY PEOPLE in the national library [8522] now I must. [8523] [8524] Bare clean closestools waiting in the window of William Miller, plumber, [8525] turned back his thoughts. They could: and watch it all the way down, [8526] swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after, tour round the [8527] body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of [8528] intestines like pipes. But the poor buffer would have to stand all the [8529] time with his insides entrails on show. Science. [8530] [8531] --A CENAR TECO. [8532] [8533] What does that TECO mean? Tonight perhaps. [8534] [8535] [8536] DON GIOVANNI, THOU HAST ME INVITED [8537] TO COME TO SUPPER TONIGHT, [8538] THE RUM THE RUMDUM. [8539] [8540] [8541] Doesn't go properly. [8542] [8543] Keyes: two months if I get Nannetti to. That'll be two pounds ten about [8544] two pounds eight. Three Hynes owes me. Two eleven. Prescott's dyeworks [8545] van over there. If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Five guineas [8546] about. On the pig's back. [8547] [8548] Could buy one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her new [8549] garters. [8550] [8551] Today. Today. Not think. [8552] [8553] Tour the south then. What about English wateringplaces? Brighton, [8554] Margate. Piers by moonlight. Her voice floating out. Those lovely seaside [8555] girls. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, [8556] gnawing a crusted knuckle. Handy man wants job. Small wages. Will eat [8557] anything. [8558] [8559] Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts and [8560] passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore. WHY I LEFT THE CHURCH [8561] OF ROME? BIRDS' NEST. Women run him. They say they used to give pauper [8562] children soup to change to protestants in the time of the potato blight. [8563] Society over the way papa went to for the conversion of poor jews. Same [8564] bait. Why we left the church of Rome. [8565] [8566] A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. No [8567] tram in sight. Wants to cross. [8568] [8569] --Do you want to cross? Mr Bloom asked. [8570] [8571] The blind stripling did not answer. His wallface frowned weakly. He moved [8572] his head uncertainly. [8573] [8574] --You're in Dawson street, Mr Bloom said. Molesworth street is opposite. [8575] Do you want to cross? There's nothing in the way. [8576] [8577] The cane moved out trembling to the left. Mr Bloom's eye followed its [8578] line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. Where I saw [8579] his brillantined hair just when I was. Horse drooping. Driver in John [8580] Long's. Slaking his drouth. [8581] [8582] --There's a van there, Mr Bloom said, but it's not moving. I'll see you [8583] across. Do you want to go to Molesworth street? [8584] [8585] --Yes, the stripling answered. South Frederick street. [8586] [8587] --Come, Mr Bloom said. [8588] [8589] He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to guide [8590] it forward. [8591] [8592] Say something to him. Better not do the condescending. They mistrust what [8593] you tell them. Pass a common remark. [8594] [8595] --The rain kept off. [8596] [8597] No answer. [8598] [8599] Stains on his coat. Slobbers his food, I suppose. Tastes all different [8600] for him. Have to be spoonfed first. Like a child's hand, his hand. Like [8601] Milly's was. Sensitive. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand. Wonder if he [8602] has a name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs: tired drudge [8603] get his doze. That's right. Clear. Behind a bull: in front of a horse. [8604] [8605] --Thanks, sir. [8606] [8607] Knows I'm a man. Voice. [8608] [8609] --Right now? First turn to the left. [8610] [8611] The blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on his way, drawing his [8612] cane back, feeling again. [8613] [8614] Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a flatcut suit of herringbone [8615] tweed. Poor young fellow! How on earth did he know that van was there? [8616] Must have felt it. See things in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of [8617] volume. Weight or size of it, something blacker than the dark. Wonder [8618] would he feel it if something was removed. Feel a gap. Queer idea of [8619] Dublin he must have, tapping his way round by the stones. Could he walk [8620] in a beeline if he hadn't that cane? Bloodless pious face like a fellow [8621] going in to be a priest. [8622] [8623] Penrose! That was that chap's name. [8624] [8625] Look at all the things they can learn to do. Read with their fingers. [8626] Tune pianos. Or we are surprised they have any brains. Why we think a [8627] deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say. [8628] Of course the other senses are more. Embroider. Plait baskets. People [8629] ought to help. Workbasket I could buy for Molly's birthday. Hates sewing. [8630] Might take an objection. Dark men they call them. [8631] [8632] Sense of smell must be stronger too. Smells on all sides, bunched [8633] together. Each street different smell. Each person too. Then the spring, [8634] the summer: smells. Tastes? They say you can't taste wines with your eyes [8635] shut or a cold in the head. Also smoke in the dark they say get no [8636] pleasure. [8637] [8638] And with a woman, for instance. More shameless not seeing. That girl [8639] passing the Stewart institution, head in the air. Look at me. I have them [8640] all on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his mind's eye. [8641] The voice, temperatures: when he touches her with his fingers must almost [8642] see the lines, the curves. His hands on her hair, for instance. Say it [8643] was black, for instance. Good. We call it black. Then passing over her [8644] white skin. Different feel perhaps. Feeling of white. [8645] [8646] Postoffice. Must answer. Fag today. Send her a postal order two [8647] shillings, half a crown. Accept my little present. Stationer's just here [8648] too. Wait. Think over it. [8649] [8650] With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above [8651] his ears. Again. Fibres of fine fine straw. Then gently his finger felt [8652] the skin of his right cheek. Downy hair there too. Not smooth enough. The [8653] belly is the smoothest. No-one about. There he goes into Frederick [8654] street. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano. Might be settling [8655] my braces. [8656] [8657] Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat and [8658] trousers and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his [8659] belly. But I know it's whitey yellow. Want to try in the dark to see. [8660] [8661] He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to. [8662] [8663] Poor fellow! Quite a boy. Terrible. Really terrible. What dreams would he [8664] have, not seeing? Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born [8665] that way? All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and [8666] drowned in New York. Holocaust. Karma they call that transmigration for [8667] sins you did in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses. Dear, [8668] dear, dear. Pity, of course: but somehow you can't cotton on to them [8669] someway. [8670] [8671] Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the freemasons' hall. Solemn as Troy. [8672] After his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Old legal cronies cracking a [8673] magnum. Tales of the bench and assizes and annals of the bluecoat school. [8674] I sentenced him to ten years. I suppose he'd turn up his nose at that [8675] stuff I drank. Vintage wine for them, the year marked on a dusty bottle. [8676] Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder's court. Wellmeaning old [8677] man. Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage [8678] manufacturing crime. Sends them to the rightabout. The devil on [8679] moneylenders. Gave Reuben J. a great strawcalling. Now he's really what [8680] they call a dirty jew. Power those judges have. Crusty old topers in [8681] wigs. Bear with a sore paw. And may the Lord have mercy on your soul. [8682] [8683] Hello, placard. Mirus bazaar. His Excellency the lord lieutenant. [8684] Sixteenth. Today it is. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. THE [8685] MESSIAH was first given for that. Yes. Handel. What about going out [8686] there: Ballsbridge. Drop in on Keyes. No use sticking to him like a [8687] leech. Wear out my welcome. Sure to know someone on the gate. [8688] [8689] Mr Bloom came to Kildare street. First I must. Library. [8690] [8691] Straw hat in sunlight. Tan shoes. Turnedup trousers. It is. It is. [8692] [8693] His heart quopped softly. To the right. Museum. Goddesses. He swerved to [8694] the right. [8695] [8696] Is it? Almost certain. Won't look. Wine in my face. Why did I? Too heady. [8697] Yes, it is. The walk. Not see. Get on. [8698] [8699] Making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. [8700] Handsome building. Sir Thomas Deane designed. Not following me? [8701] [8702] Didn't see me perhaps. Light in his eyes. [8703] [8704] The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold statues: [8705] quiet there. Safe in a minute. [8706] [8707] No. Didn't see me. After two. Just at the gate. [8708] [8709] My heart! [8710] [8711] His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Sir Thomas [8712] Deane was the Greek architecture. [8713] [8714] Look for something I. [8715] [8716] His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, read unfolded Agendath [8717] Netaim. Where did I? [8718] [8719] Busy looking. [8720] [8721] He thrust back quick Agendath. [8722] [8723] Afternoon she said. [8724] [8725] I am looking for that. Yes, that. Try all pockets. Handker. FREEMAN. [8726] Where did I? Ah, yes. Trousers. Potato. Purse. Where? [8727] [8728] Hurry. Walk quietly. Moment more. My heart. [8729] [8730] His hand looking for the where did I put found in his hip pocket soap [8731] lotion have to call tepid paper stuck. Ah soap there I yes. Gate. [8732] [8733] Safe! [8734] [8735] [8736]

Ulysses by James Joyce Lestrygonians

Ulysses by James Joyce
Lestrygonians