Ulysses by James Joyce

Leopold Bloom Telemachus
Scylla and Charybdis
Wandering Rocks
Oxen of the Sun

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[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.
[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.
[7143]     Heart to heart talks.
[7145]     Bloo ... Me? No.
[7147]     Blood of the Lamb.
[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.
[7156]         IS COMING! IS COMING!! IS COMING!!!
[7157]         ALL HEARTILY WELCOME.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[7205]     They wheeled lower. Looking for grub. Wait.
[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.
[7214]         FLAPS O'ER THE WATERS DULL.
[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.
[7226]     --Two apples a penny! Two for a penny!
[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.
[7232]     Wait. Those poor birds.
[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.
[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.
[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?
[7251]     His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor
[7252]     on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.
[7254]     KINO'S
[7255]     11/-
[7256]     TROUSERS
[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.
[7269]     If he ...?
[7271]     O!
[7273]     Eh?
[7275]     No ... No.
[7277]     No, no. I don't believe it. He wouldn't surely?
[7279]     No, no.
[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!
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[7355]     He walked along the curbstone.
[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.
[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
[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.
[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 ...
[7387]     --O, Mr Bloom, how do you do?
[7389]     --O, how do you do, Mrs Breen?
[7391]     --No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven't seen her for ages.
[7393]     --In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in
[7394]     Mullingar, you know.
[7396]     --Go away! Isn't that grand for her?
[7398]     --Yes. In a photographer's there. Getting on like a house on fire. How are
[7399]     all your charges?
[7401]     --All on the baker's list, Mrs Breen said.
[7403]     How many has she? No other in sight.
[7405]     --You're in black, I see. You have no ...
[7407]     --No, Mr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral.
[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.
[7412]     --O, dear me, Mrs Breen said. I hope it wasn't any near relation.
[7414]     May as well get her sympathy.
[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.
[7423]         DIDDLEDIDDLE ...
[7426]     --Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily.
[7428]     Now that's quite enough about that. Just: quietly: husband.
[7430]     --And your lord and master?
[7432]     Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn't lost them anyhow.
[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.
[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.
[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? ...
[7453]     --There must be a new moon out, she said. He's always bad then. Do you
[7454]     know what he did last night?
[7456]     Her hand ceased to rummage. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide
[7457]     in alarm, yet smiling.
[7459]     --What? Mr Bloom asked.
[7461]     Let her speak. Look straight in her eyes. I believe you. Trust me.
[7463]     --Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had, a nightmare.
[7465]     Indiges.
[7467]     --Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs.
[7469]     --The ace of spades! Mr Bloom said.
[7471]     She took a folded postcard from her handbag.
[7473]     --Read that, she said. He got it this morning.
[7475]     --What is it? Mr Bloom asked, taking the card. U.P.?
[7477]     --U.P.: up, she said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It's a great shame
[7478]     for them whoever he is.
[7480]     --Indeed it is, Mr Bloom said.
[7482]     She took back the card, sighing.
[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.
[7487]     She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.
[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.
[7494]     See the eye that woman gave her, passing. Cruel. The unfair sex.
[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.
[7502]     Change the subject.
[7504]     --Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Mr Bloom asked.
[7506]     --Mina Purefoy? she said.
[7508]     Philip Beaufoy I was thinking. Playgoers' Club. Matcham often
[7509]     thinks of the masterstroke. Did I pull the chain? Yes. The last act.
[7511]     --Yes.
[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.
[7516]     --O, Mr Bloom said. I'm sorry to hear that.
[7518]     --Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It's a very stiff
[7519]     birth, the nurse told me.
[7521]     ---O, Mr Bloom said.
[7523]     His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. His tongue clacked in
[7524]     compassion. Dth! Dth!
[7526]     --I'm sorry to hear that, he said. Poor thing! Three days! That's terrible
[7527]     for her.
[7529]     Mrs Breen nodded.
[7531]     --She was taken bad on the Tuesday ...
[7533]     Mr Bloom touched her funnybone gently, warning her:
[7535]     --Mind! Let this man pass.
[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.
[7542]     --Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts. Watch!
[7544]     --Who is he if it's a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?
[7546]     --His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr
[7547]     Bloom said smiling. Watch!
[7549]     --He has enough of them, she said. Denis will be like that one of these
[7550]     days.
[7552]     She broke off suddenly.
[7554]     --There he is, she said. I must go after him. Goodbye. Remember me to
[7555]     Molly, won't you?
[7557]     --I will, Mr Bloom said.
[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.
[7565]     Meshuggah. Off his chump.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[7630]     He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea. I forgot
[7631]     to tap Tom Kernan.
[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.
[7650]     Not stillborn of course. They are not even registered. Trouble for
[7651]     nothing.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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?
[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.
[7702]     --Up the Boers!
[7704]     --Three cheers for De Wet!
[7706]     --We'll hang Joe Chamberlain on a sourapple tree.
[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.
[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.
[7724]     --Are those yours, Mary?
[7726]     --I don't wear such things ... Stop or I'll tell the missus on you.
[7727]     Out half the night.
[7729]     --There are great times coming, Mary. Wait till you see.
[7731]     --Ah, gelong with your great times coming.
[7733]     Barmaids too. Tobaccoshopgirls.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[7776]     No-one is anything.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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 ...
[7812]     They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Beard and
[7813]     bicycle. Young woman.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[7844]         WAVES O'ER THE WATERS DULL.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[7880]     Ah.
[7882]     His hand fell to his side again.
[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.
[7890]     He went on by la maison Claire.
[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.
[7898]     Stop. Stop. If it was it was. Must.
[7900]     Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[7938]     Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all
[7939]     over the place. Needles in window curtains.
[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.
[7946]     Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk
[7947]     stockings.
[7949]     Useless to go back. Had to be. Tell me all.
[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.
[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.
[7959]     Duke street. Here we are. Must eat. The Burton. Feel better then.
[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.
[7966]     --Jack, love!
[7968]     --Darling!
[7970]     --Kiss me, Reggy!
[7972]     --My boy!
[7974]     --Love!
[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.
[7980]     Men, men, men.
[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.
[7997]     --Roast beef and cabbage.
[7999]     --One stew.
[8001]     Smells of men. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of
[8002]     plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment.
[8004]     His gorge rose.
[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.
[8012]     He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of
[8013]     his nose.
[8015]     --Two stouts here.
[8017]     --One corned and cabbage.
[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.
[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?
[8033]     Mr Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his lips. His eyes said:
[8035]     --Not here. Don't see him.
[8037]     Out. I hate dirty eaters.
[8039]     He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Stopgap.
[8040]     Keep me going. Had a good breakfast.
[8042]     --Roast and mashed here.
[8044]     --Pint of stout.
[8046]     Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.
[8048]     He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street.
[8049]     Eat or be eaten. Kill! Kill!
[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.
[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.
[8078]     Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. Blood always needed.
[8079]     Insidious. Lick it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Famished ghosts.
[8081]     Ah, I'm hungry.
[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.
[8087]     What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff?
[8089]     --Hello, Bloom, Nosey Flynn said from his nook.
[8091]     --Hello, Flynn.
[8093]     --How's things?
[8095]     --Tiptop ... Let me see. I'll take a glass of burgundy and ... let
[8096]     me see.
[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.
[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.
[8114]     --Have you a cheese sandwich?
[8116]     --Yes, sir.
[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.
[8124]     --Wife well?
[8126]     --Quite well, thanks ... A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you?
[8128]     --Yes, sir.
[8130]     Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.
[8132]     --Doing any singing those times?
[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.
[8138]     --She's engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard
[8139]     perhaps.
[8141]     --No. O, that's the style. Who's getting it up?
[8143]     The curate served.
[8145]     --How much is that?
[8147]     --Seven d., sir ... Thank you, sir.
[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.
[8153]     --Mustard, sir?
[8155]     --Thank you.
[8157]     He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. THEIR LIVES. I have it.
[8160]     --Getting it up? he said. Well, it's like a company idea, you see. Part
[8161]     shares and part profits.
[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?
[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.
[8171]     His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, yearned more longly,
[8172]     longingly.
[8174]     Wine.
[8176]     He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to
[8177]     speed it, set his wineglass delicately down.
[8179]     --Yes, he said. He's the organiser in point of fact.
[8181]     No fear: no brains.
[8183]     Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Flea having a good square meal.
[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 ...
[8190]     Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass. No, snuffled it
[8191]     up.
[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.
[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.
[8202]     --And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Can you give
[8203]     us a good one for the Gold cup?
[8205]     --I'm off that, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. I never put anything on a
[8206]     horse.
[8208]     --You're right there, Nosey Flynn said.
[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.
[8215]     Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed.
[8216]     Like the way it curves there.
[8218]     --I wouldn't do anything at all in that line, Davy Byrne said. It ruined
[8219]     many a man, the same horses.
[8221]     Vintners' sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits
[8222]     for consumption on the premises. Heads I win tails you lose.
[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.
[8230]     --That so? Davy Byrne said ...
[8232]     He went towards the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned
[8233]     its pages.
[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.
[8240]     He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the flutes.
[8242]     --Ay, he said, sighing.
[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!
[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 ...
[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.
[8302]     Stuck on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck.
[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.
[8325]     Me. And me now.
[8327]     Stuck, the flies buzzed.
[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.
[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.
[8349]     When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book:
[8351]     --What is this he is? Isn't he in the insurance line?
[8353]     --He's out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the
[8354]     FREEMAN.
[8356]     --I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble?
[8358]     --Trouble? Nosey Flynn said. Not that I heard of. Why?
[8360]     --I noticed he was in mourning.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[8374]     --And is he doing for the FREEMAN? Davy Byrne said.
[8376]     Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.
[8378]     ---He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of
[8379]     that.
[8381]     --How so? Davy Byrne asked, coming from his book.
[8383]     Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He
[8384]     winked.
[8386]     --He's in the craft, he said.
[8388]     ---Do you tell me so? Davy Byrne said.
[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.
[8394]     --Is that a fact?
[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.
[8400]     Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one:
[8402]     --Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!
[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.
[8409]     Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes:
[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.
[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.
[8420]     --There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He's a safe man, I'd say.
[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.
[8426]     His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog.
[8428]     --I know, Davy Byrne said.
[8430]     --Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.
[8432]     Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a
[8433]     plaining hand on his claret waistcoat.
[8435]     --Day, Mr Byrne.
[8437]     --Day, gentlemen.
[8439]     They paused at the counter.
[8441]     --Who's standing? Paddy Leonard asked.
[8443]     --I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn answered.
[8445]     --Well, what'll it be? Paddy Leonard asked.
[8447]     --I'll take a stone ginger, Bantam Lyons said.
[8449]     --How much? Paddy Leonard cried. Since when, for God' sake? What's yours,
[8450]     Tom?
[8452]     --How is the main drainage? Nosey Flynn asked, sipping.
[8454]     For answer Tom Rochford pressed his hand to his breastbone and hiccupped.
[8456]     --Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne? he said.
[8458]     --Certainly, sir.
[8460]     Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.
[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.
[8466]     --Zinfandel is it? Nosey Flynn asked.
[8468]     Tom Rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the water set before
[8469]     him.
[8471]     --That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking.
[8473]     --Breadsoda is very good, Davy Byrne said.
[8475]     Tom Rochford nodded and drank.
[8477]     --Is it Zinfandel?
[8479]     --Say nothing! Bantam Lyons winked. I'm going to plunge five bob on my
[8480]     own.
[8482]     --Tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned to you, Paddy Leonard
[8483]     said. Who gave it to you?
[8485]     Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.
[8487]     --So long! Nosey Flynn said.
[8489]     The others turned.
[8491]     --That's the man now that gave it to me, Bantam Lyons whispered.
[8493]     --Prrwht! Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Mr Byrne, sir, we'll take two of
[8494]     your small Jamesons after that and a ...
[8496]     --Stone ginger, Davy Byrne added civilly.
[8498]     --Ay, Paddy Leonard said. A suckingbottle for the baby.
[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.
[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.
[8513]     He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars:
[8517]         M'INVITASTI.
[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.
[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.
[8531]     --A CENAR TECO.
[8533]     What does that TECO mean? Tonight perhaps.
[8538]         THE RUM THE RUMDUM.
[8541]     Doesn't go properly.
[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.
[8548]     Could buy one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her new
[8549]     garters.
[8551]     Today. Today. Not think.
[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.
[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.
[8566]     A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. No
[8567]     tram in sight. Wants to cross.
[8569]     --Do you want to cross? Mr Bloom asked.
[8571]     The blind stripling did not answer. His wallface frowned weakly. He moved
[8572]     his head uncertainly.
[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.
[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.
[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?
[8585]     --Yes, the stripling answered. South Frederick street.
[8587]     --Come, Mr Bloom said.
[8589]     He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to guide
[8590]     it forward.
[8592]     Say something to him. Better not do the condescending. They mistrust what
[8593]     you tell them. Pass a common remark.
[8595]     --The rain kept off.
[8597]     No answer.
[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.
[8605]     --Thanks, sir.
[8607]     Knows I'm a man. Voice.
[8609]     --Right now? First turn to the left.
[8611]     The blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on his way, drawing his
[8612]     cane back, feeling again.
[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.
[8623]     Penrose! That was that chap's name.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[8661]     He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[8689]     Mr Bloom came to Kildare street. First I must. Library.
[8691]     Straw hat in sunlight. Tan shoes. Turnedup trousers. It is. It is.
[8693]     His heart quopped softly. To the right. Museum. Goddesses. He swerved to
[8694]     the right.
[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.
[8699]     Making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes.
[8700]     Handsome building. Sir Thomas Deane designed. Not following me?
[8702]     Didn't see me perhaps. Light in his eyes.
[8704]     The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold statues:
[8705]     quiet there. Safe in a minute.
[8707]     No. Didn't see me. After two. Just at the gate.
[8709]     My heart!
[8711]     His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Sir Thomas
[8712]     Deane was the Greek architecture.
[8714]     Look for something I.
[8716]     His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, read unfolded Agendath
[8717]     Netaim. Where did I?
[8719]     Busy looking.
[8721]     He thrust back quick Agendath.
[8723]     Afternoon she said.
[8725]     I am looking for that. Yes, that. Try all pockets. Handker. FREEMAN.
[8726]     Where did I? Ah, yes. Trousers. Potato. Purse. Where?
[8728]     Hurry. Walk quietly. Moment more. My heart.
[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.
[8733]     Safe!