Ulysses by James Joyce

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

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[Telemachus] [7] ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He
[Telemachus] [12] Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
[Telemachus] [16] Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about
[Telemachus] [18] awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent
[Telemachus] [28] --Back to barracks! he said sternly.
[Telemachus] [30] He added in a preacher's tone:
[Telemachus] [36] He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused
[Telemachus] [41] --Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the
[Telemachus] [44] He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering
[Telemachus] [49] --The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!
[Telemachus] [51] He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,
[Telemachus] [53] halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he
[Telemachus] [64] He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried:
[Telemachus] [66] --Will he come? The jejune jesuit!
[Telemachus] [68] Ceasing, he began to shave with care.
[Telemachus] [78] --God, isn't he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He thinks
[Telemachus] [80] and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You know, Dedalus, you
[Telemachus] [81] have the real Oxford manner. He can't make you out. O, my name for you is
[Telemachus] [84] He shaved warily over his chin.
[Telemachus] [86] --He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. Where is
[Telemachus] [94] he stays on here I am off.
[Telemachus] [96] Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped down
[Telemachus] [99] --Scutter! he cried thickly.
[Telemachus] [101] He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper
[Telemachus] [108] Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said:
[Telemachus] [113] He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair
[Telemachus] [116] --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet
[Telemachus] [122] Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked
[Telemachus] [128] He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's
[Telemachus] [131] --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't
[Telemachus] [141] He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant
[Telemachus] [144] --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest
[Telemachus] [147] He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.
[Telemachus] [155] wetted ashes. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a
[Telemachus] [163] --Ah, poor dogsbody! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt and
[Telemachus] [170] --The mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God
[Telemachus] [177] --He can't wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror.
[Telemachus] [178] Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey
[Telemachus] [181] He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the
[Telemachus] [191] He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad
[Telemachus] [196] --Look at yourself, he said, you dreadful bard!
[Telemachus] [199] crooked crack. Hair on end. As he and others see me. Who chose this face
[Telemachus] [206] Laughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes.
[Telemachus] [208] --The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If
[Telemachus] [216] round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had
[Telemachus] [219] --It's not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, is it? he said kindly. God
[Telemachus] [222] Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The
[Telemachus] [235] your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I'll bring
[Telemachus] [242] ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the
[Telemachus] [262] --Do you wish me to tell you? he asked.
[Telemachus] [266] He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow,
[Telemachus] [292] --Did I say that? he asked. Well? What harm is that?
[Telemachus] [294] He shook his constraint from him nervously.
[Telemachus] [296] --And what is death, he asked, your mother's or yours or my own? You saw
[Telemachus] [309] He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds
[Telemachus] [320] --O, an impossible person! he exclaimed.
[Telemachus] [322] He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post,
[Telemachus] [324] dim. Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight, and he felt
[Telemachus] [333] He turned towards Stephen and said:
[Telemachus] [341] --Don't mope over it all day, he said. I'm inconsequent. Give up the
[Telemachus] [354] stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of
[Telemachus] [372] pantomime of TURKO THE TERRIBLE and laughed with others when he sang:
[Telemachus] [423] --I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch
[Telemachus] [435] He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of
[Telemachus] [451] He went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness,
[Telemachus] [472] He howled, without looking up from the fire:
[Telemachus] [481] to wait. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside him. Then he
[Telemachus] [485] --I'm melting, he said, as the candle remarked when ... But, hush! Not a
[Telemachus] [493] --What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.
[Telemachus] [509] He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three plates,
[Telemachus] [516] --I'm giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you do
[Telemachus] [532] He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled
[Telemachus] [535] --That's folk, he said very earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five lines
[Telemachus] [539] He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his
[Telemachus] [549] --I fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the
[Telemachus] [554] --Charming! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and
[Telemachus] [557] Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a hoarsened
[Telemachus] [558] rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf:
[Telemachus] [566] He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.
[Telemachus] [589] He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white
[Telemachus] [599] whether he could not tell: but scorned to beg her favour.
[Telemachus] [605] He drank at her bidding.
[Telemachus] [607] --If we could live on good food like that, he said to her somewhat
[Telemachus] [625] --Do you understand what he says? Stephen asked her.
[Telemachus] [638] --He's English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak Irish
[Telemachus] [673] He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying:
[Telemachus] [679] --We'll owe twopence, he said.
[Telemachus] [691] He turned to Stephen and said:
[Telemachus] [702] He turned to Stephen and asked blandly:
[Telemachus] [706] Then he said to Haines:
[Telemachus] [710] --All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he let honey
[Telemachus] [713] Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the
[Telemachus] [734] Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of the
[Telemachus] [739] He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen and
[Telemachus] [754] --From me, Kinch, he said.
[Telemachus] [756] In a suddenly changed tone he added:
[Telemachus] [762] He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown, saying
[Telemachus] [767] He emptied his pockets on to the table.
[Telemachus] [769] --There's your snotrag, he said.
[Telemachus] [771] And putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them,
[Telemachus] [773] rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief. God,
[Telemachus] [779] --And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.
[Telemachus] [787] Kinch. You have eaten all we left, I suppose. Resigned he passed out with
[Telemachus] [790] --And going forth he met Butterly.
[Telemachus] [794] locked it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket.
[Telemachus] [802] He walked on. Behind him he heard Buck Mulligan club with his heavy
[Telemachus] [825] and the fifty-five reasons he has made out to prop it up. Wait till I have
[Telemachus] [828] He turned to Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his
[Telemachus] [838] It's quite simple. He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is
[Telemachus] [839] Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own
[Telemachus] [842] --What? Haines said, beginning to point at Stephen. He himself?
[Telemachus] [854] --The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said.
[Telemachus] [867] The seas' ruler, he gazed southward over the bay, empty save for the
[Telemachus] [871] --I read a theological interpretation of it somewhere, he said bemused.
[Telemachus] [875] Buck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He looked at
[Telemachus] [876] them, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes, from which he had
[Telemachus] [877] suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. He moved a
[Telemachus] [888] He held up a forefinger of warning.
[Telemachus] [897] He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running forward
[Telemachus] [908] He capered before them down towards the forty-foot hole, fluttering his
[Telemachus] [917] it somehow, doesn't it? What did he call it? Joseph the Joiner?
[Telemachus] [932] stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.
[Telemachus] [936] Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his
[Telemachus] [941] --Yes, of course, he said, as they went on again. Either you believe or
[Telemachus] [948] He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his side.
[Telemachus] [951] the path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark. He wants
[Telemachus] [953] the key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes.
[Telemachus] [976] Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke.
[Telemachus] [978] --I can quite understand that, he said calmly. An Irishman must think
[Telemachus] [1011] --There's five fathoms out there, he said. It'll be swept up that way
[Telemachus] [1027] --Still there? I got a card from Bannon. Says he found a sweet young
[Telemachus] [1028] thing down there. Photo girl he calls her.
[Telemachus] [1033] the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones, water
[Telemachus] [1060] He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying
[Telemachus] [1065] He broke off in alarm, feeling his side under his flapping shirt.
[Telemachus] [1067] --My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I'm the UBERMENSCH. Toothless Kinch
[Telemachus] [1070] He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his
[Telemachus] [1087] --I'm going, Mulligan, he said.
[Telemachus] [1094] --And twopence, he said, for a pint. Throw it there.
[Telemachus] [1099] --He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake
[Telemachus] [1113] He walked along the upwardcurving path.
[Telemachus] [1121] The priest's grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. I will
[Telemachus] [1125] the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head, a
[Nestor] [1156] --Yes, sir. And he said: ANOTHER VICTORY LIKE THAT AND WE ARE DONE FOR.
[Nestor] [1170] A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. He curled them
[Nestor] [1189] With envy he watched their faces: Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. Their likes:
[Nestor] [1228] his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text:
[Nestor] [1238] out into the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he
[Nestor] [1259] His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again,
[Nestor] [1318] He stood up and gave a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries
[Nestor] [1335] He held out his copybook. The word SUMS was written on the
[Nestor] [1339] --Mr Deasy told me to write them out all again, he said, and show them to
[Nestor] [1344] --Do you understand how to do them now? he asked.
[Nestor] [1366] Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by
[Nestor] [1397] --It is very simple, Stephen said as he stood up.
[Nestor] [1401] He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
[Nestor] [1405] he followed towards the door the boy's graceless form.
[Nestor] [1415] He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the
[Nestor] [1418] When he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to
[Nestor] [1419] him. He turned his angry white moustache.
[Nestor] [1421] --What is it now? he cried continually without listening.
[Nestor] [1428] And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice
[Nestor] [1438] leather of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here. As
[Nestor] [1447] --First, our little financial settlement, he said.
[Nestor] [1449] He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It
[Nestor] [1450] slapped open and he took from it two notes, one of joined halves, and laid
[Nestor] [1453] --Two, he said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away.
[Nestor] [1467] He shot from it two crowns and two shillings.
[Nestor] [1469] --Three twelve, he said. I think you'll find that's right.
[Nestor] [1499] He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man's stare.
[Nestor] [1501] --He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said. He made money. A poet, yes,
[Nestor] [1511] --Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That's not English. A French Celt said that. He
[Nestor] [1514] --I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest boast. I PAID
[Nestor] [1532] --I knew you couldn't, he said joyously. But one day you must feel it. We
[Nestor] [1560] --PER VIAS RECTAS, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. He voted for it
[Nestor] [1576] He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and
[Nestor] [1579] --Sit down. Excuse me, he said over his shoulder, THE DICTATES OF COMMON
[Nestor] [1582] He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his
[Nestor] [1584] slowly, sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.
[Nestor] [1590] 1866. Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their speeds,
[Nestor] [1613] He came to the table, pinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up.
[Nestor] [1644] He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke.
[Nestor] [1646] --Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the
[Nestor] [1653] He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a
[Nestor] [1654] broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again.
[Nestor] [1656] --Dying, he said again, if not dead by now.
[Nestor] [1664] which he halted.
[Nestor] [1667] gentile, is he not?
[Nestor] [1687] He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell
[Nestor] [1688] sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom? He waits to hear from me.
[Nestor] [1709] tweaked between his fingers. Looking up again he set them free.
[Nestor] [1711] --I am happier than you are, he said. We have committed many errors and
[Nestor] [1727] --Well, sir, he began ...
[Nestor] [1739] --Who knows? he said. To learn one must be humble. But life is the great
[Nestor] [1744] --As regards these, he began.
[Nestor] [1767] --Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I like
[Nestor] [1772] He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the
[Nestor] [1774] The lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate:
[Nestor] [1788] --I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the honour of
[Nestor] [1792] He frowned sternly on the bright air.
[Nestor] [1799] rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his
[Nestor] [1802] --She never let them in, he cried again through his laughter as he
[Proteus] [1815] coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he
[Proteus] [1817] sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, MAESTRO
[Proteus] [1870] ages He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. A LEX ETERNA
[Proteus] [1874] heresiarch' In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. With
[Proteus] [1891] Sally? Couldn't he fly a bit higher than that, eh? And and and and tell
[Proteus] [1910] the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the
[Proteus] [1915] He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the
[Proteus] [1939] --He has nothing to sit down on, sir.
[Proteus] [1941] --He has nowhere to put it, you mug. Bring in our chippendale chair.
[Proteus] [1948] He drones bars of Ferrando's ARIA DI SORTITA. The grandest number,
[Proteus] [1977] brain. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his second
[Proteus] [1978] bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) and, rising, heard
[Proteus] [1979] (now I am lifting) their two bells (he is kneeling) twang in diphthong.
[Proteus] [2008] of man's ashes. He coasted them, walking warily. A porterbottle stood up,
[Proteus] [2015] He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara's. Am I not going
[Proteus] [2016] there? Seems not. No-one about. He turned northeast and crossed the
[Proteus] [2025] he lapped the sweet LAIT CHAUD with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face.
[Proteus] [2026] Lap, LAPIN. He hopes to win in the GROS LOTS. About the nature of women he
[Proteus] [2027] read in Michelet. But he must send me LA VIE DE JESUS by M. Leo Taxil.
[Proteus] [2037] SCHLUSS. He laps.
[Proteus] [2079] along by the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled
[Proteus] [2107] Drumont, famous journalist, Drumont, know what he called queen
[Proteus] [2110] Faure, know how he died? Licentious men. The froeken, BONNE A TOUT FAIRE,
[Proteus] [2126] he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the walls
[Proteus] [2128] in the fog. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. In gay Paree he hides,
[Proteus] [2130] dingy printingcase, his three taverns, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short
[Proteus] [2139] like this. O, O. He takes me, Napper Tandy, by the hand.
[Proteus] [2146] Weak wasting hand on mine. They have forgotten Kevin Egan, not he
[Proteus] [2149] He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his
[Proteus] [2152] am I? He stood suddenly, his feet beginning to sink slowly in the quaking
[Proteus] [2155] Turning, he scanned the shore south, his feet sinking again slowly in
[Proteus] [2161] clear it? He has the key. I will not sleep there when this night comes.
[Proteus] [2163] panthersahib and his pointer. Call: no answer. He lifted his feet up from
[Proteus] [2170] back then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there. He climbed over the
[Proteus] [2184] Lord, is he going to attack me? Respect his liberty. You will not be
[Proteus] [2188] you. No, the dog. He is running back to them. Who?
[Proteus] [2208] kings' sons. Paradise of pretenders then and now. He saved men from
[Proteus] [2211] want any of your medieval abstrusiosities. Would you do what he did? A
[Proteus] [2226] on all sides. Looking for something lost in a past life. Suddenly he made
[Proteus] [2228] lowskimming gull. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He
[Proteus] [2231] he halted with stiff forehoofs, seawardpointed ears. His snout lifted
[Proteus] [2239] reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. Unheeded he kept by them as
[Proteus] [2242] calf's gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed, stalked
[Proteus] [2251] kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight. He
[Proteus] [2252] slunk back in a curve. Doesn't see me. Along by the edge of the mole he
[Proteus] [2254] against it. He trotted forward and, lifting again his hindleg, pissed
[Proteus] [2257] Something he buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the sand,
[Proteus] [2262] After he woke me last night same dream or was it? Wait. Open
[Proteus] [2264] it. That man led me, spoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had he held
[Proteus] [2301] ghostcandled. OMNIS CARO AD TE VENIET. He comes, pale vampire, through
[Proteus] [2314] Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and
[Proteus] [2318] His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till
[Proteus] [2350] He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the
[Proteus] [2354] in May. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the
[Proteus] [2362] NEBENEINANDER. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's
[Proteus] [2366] soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. His arm: Cranly's arm. He
[Proteus] [2378] Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly
[Proteus] [2388] Five fathoms out there. Full fathom five thy father lies. At one, he
[Proteus] [2392] There he is. Hook it quick. Pull. Sunk though he be beneath the watery
[Proteus] [2399] offal from all dead. Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes upward the
[Proteus] [2407] Thunderstorm. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect,
[Proteus] [2411] He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still.
[Proteus] [2421] My handkerchief. He threw it. I remember. Did I not take it up?
[Proteus] [2425] He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock,
[Proteus] [2430] He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through
[Calypso] [2438] Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He
[Calypso] [2440] liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he
[Calypso] [2444] Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting
[Calypso] [2452] her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the
[Calypso] [2467] the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his knees.
[Calypso] [2469] --Milk for the pussens, he said.
[Calypso] [2478] --Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the
[Calypso] [2486] long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits
[Calypso] [2487] narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to the
[Calypso] [2493] He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped
[Calypso] [2498] He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this
[Calypso] [2503] lap better, all porous holes. Nothing she can eat? He glanced round him.
[Calypso] [2506] On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by
[Calypso] [2510] He said softly in the bare hall:
[Calypso] [2514] And when he had heard his voice say it he added:
[Calypso] [2522] No. She didn't want anything. He heard then a warm heavy sigh, softer, as
[Calypso] [2528] was. I rose from the ranks, sir, and I'm proud of it. Still he had brains
[Calypso] [2535] grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip of
[Calypso] [2538] On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there. In
[Calypso] [2540] use disturbing her. She turned over sleepily that time. He pulled the
[Calypso] [2545] He crossed to the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number
[Calypso] [2550] he walked in happy warmth. Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our
[Calypso] [2570] of the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiled, pleasing himself. What
[Calypso] [2573] of Ireland. He prolonged his pleased smile. Ikey touch that: homerule sun
[Calypso] [2576] He approached Larry O'Rourke's. From the cellar grating floated up the
[Calypso] [2584] ad. Still he knows his own business best. There he is, sure enough, my
[Calypso] [2594] Turning into Dorset street he said freshly in greeting through the
[Calypso] [2615] of stuff. Say he got ten per cent off. O more. Fifteen. He passed Saint
[Calypso] [2621] He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the hanks of sausages,
[Calypso] [2623] his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. The shiny links, packed
[Calypso] [2624] with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm
[Calypso] [2627] A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish: the last. He stood
[Calypso] [2631] name is. Wonder what he does. Wife is oldish. New blood. No followers
[Calypso] [2635] The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with
[Calypso] [2638] He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets: the model farm at
[Calypso] [2640] sanatorium. Moses Montefiore. I thought he was. Farmhouse, wall round it,
[Calypso] [2641] blurred cattle cropping. He held the page from him: interesting: read it
[Calypso] [2647] hands. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his
[Calypso] [2654] --Now, my miss, he said.
[Calypso] [2664] outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right. He sighed
[Calypso] [2680] A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his gaze
[Calypso] [2683] --Good morning, he said, moving away.
[Calypso] [2689] He walked back along Dorset street, reading gravely. Agendath Netaim:
[Calypso] [2701] He looked at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Silverpowdered
[Calypso] [2711] be without a flaw, he said. Coming all that way: Spain, Gibraltar,
[Calypso] [2734] Grey horror seared his flesh. Folding the page into his pocket he turned
[Calypso] [2749] Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered
[Calypso] [2755] Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm
[Calypso] [2760] He looked at them. Mullingar. Milly.
[Calypso] [2762] --A letter for me from Milly, he said carefully, and a card to you. And a
[Calypso] [2765] He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her
[Calypso] [2773] --That do? he asked, turning.
[Calypso] [2779] He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly
[Calypso] [2784] --The kettle is boiling, he said.
[Calypso] [2786] But he delayed to clear the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled
[Calypso] [2789] As he went down the kitchen stairs she called:
[Calypso] [2797] On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. He scalded and
[Calypso] [2799] kettle then to let the water flow in. Having set it to draw he took off
[Calypso] [2801] of butter slide and melt. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed
[Calypso] [2803] won't eat pork. Kosher. Here. He let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her
[Calypso] [2804] and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. Pepper. He
[Calypso] [2807] Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page and over. Thanks:
[Calypso] [2811] The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown
[Calypso] [2815] folded brown paper in the letterbox for her. He smiled, pouring.
[Calypso] [2824] Poor old professor Goodwin. Dreadful old case. Still he was a courteous
[Calypso] [2825] old chap. Oldfashioned way he used to bow Molly off the platform. And the
[Calypso] [2830] He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the
[Calypso] [2831] teapot on the tray. Its hump bumped as he took it up. Everything on it?
[Calypso] [2832] Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes. He carried it
[Calypso] [2835] Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on
[Calypso] [2841] the pillow. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft
[Calypso] [2847] of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread.
[Calypso] [2849] --Who was the letter from? he asked.
[Calypso] [2868] --Eleven, I think, he answered. I didn't see the paper.
[Calypso] [2870] Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled
[Calypso] [2880] He felt here and there. VOGLIO E NON VORREI. Wonder if she pronounces
[Calypso] [2881] that right: VOGLIO. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and
[Calypso] [2892] --Met him what? he asked.
[Calypso] [2896] He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.
[Calypso] [2900] --Yes. Who's he when he's at home?
[Calypso] [2902] --Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It's Greek: from the Greek. That
[Calypso] [2907] He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. The same young eyes. The
[Calypso] [2908] first night after the charades. Dolphin's Barn. He turned over the
[Calypso] [2916] after he dies. Dignam's soul ...
[Calypso] [2918] --Did you finish it? he asked.
[Calypso] [2925] --Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Nice name he has.
[Calypso] [2932] --Some people believe, he said, that we go on living in another body
[Calypso] [2947] He turned the pages back.
[Calypso] [2949] --Metempsychosis, he said, is what the ancient Greeks called it. They
[Calypso] [2958] --The kidney! he cried suddenly.
[Calypso] [2960] He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes
[Calypso] [2964] fork under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back.
[Calypso] [2965] Only a little burnt. He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the
[Calypso] [2968] Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He
[Calypso] [2969] shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat. Then he put a forkful
[Calypso] [2971] to a turn. A mouthful of tea. Then he cut away dies of bread, sopped one
[Calypso] [2973] student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side, reading it
[Calypso] [2974] slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the gravy and
[Calypso] [2990] something are big swells and he sings Boylan's (I was on the pop of
[Calypso] [3006] knew at once. He would be eleven now if he had lived.
[Calypso] [3011] Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after
[Calypso] [3013] worse. Music hall stage. Young student. He drank a draught of cooler tea
[Calypso] [3014] to wash down his meal. Then he read the letter again: twice.
[Calypso] [3022] He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window. Day I caught her
[Calypso] [3034] jarvey off for the day, singing. Friend of the family. Swurls, he says.
[Calypso] [3048] too. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move now. Lips
[Calypso] [3062] He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up,
[Calypso] [3065] --Miaow! he said in answer. Wait till I'm ready.
[Calypso] [3070] A paper. He liked to read at stool. Hope no ape comes knocking just as
[Calypso] [3073] In the tabledrawer he found an old number of TITBITS. He folded it under
[Calypso] [3077] Listening, he heard her voice:
[Calypso] [3081] He went out through the backdoor into the garden: stood to listen towards
[Calypso] [3085] He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall. Make
[Calypso] [3096] He walked on. Where is my hat, by the way? Must have put it back on the
[Calypso] [3107] He kicked open the crazy door of the jakes. Better be careful not to get
[Calypso] [3108] these trousers dirty for the funeral. He went in, bowing his head under
[Calypso] [3110] and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Before sitting down he peered
[Calypso] [3114] Asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over
[Calypso] [3121] Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding but
[Calypso] [3122] resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he
[Calypso] [3123] allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading still
[Calypso] [3128] season. He read on, seated calm above his own rising smell. Neat
[Calypso] [3130] LAUGHING WITCH WHO NOW. Begins and ends morally. HAND IN HAND. Smart. He
[Calypso] [3131] glanced back through what he had read and, while feeling his water flow
[Calypso] [3132] quietly, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and received
[Calypso] [3147] dancing. Her fansticks clicking. Is that Boylan well off? He has money.
[Calypso] [3148] Why? I noticed he had a good rich smell off his breath dancing. No use
[Calypso] [3158] He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Then
[Calypso] [3159] he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. He pulled back
[Calypso] [3163] In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he eyed carefully his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3186] Could have given that address too. And past the sailors' home. He turned
[Lotus-Eaters] [3191] if he smokes he won't grow. O let him! His life isn't such a bed of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3193] hour: won't be many there. He crossed Townsend street, passed the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3198] and address she then told with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. O, surely he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3202] In Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and Oriental
[Lotus-Eaters] [3206] blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3214] hair. Then he put on his hat again, relieved: and read again: choice
[Lotus-Eaters] [3235] He turned away and sauntered across the road. How did she walk with her
[Lotus-Eaters] [3236] sausages? Like that something. As he walked he took the folded FREEMAN
[Lotus-Eaters] [3240] it means. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3243] He handed the card through the brass grill.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3245] --Are there any letters for me? he asked.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3247] While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the recruiting
[Lotus-Eaters] [3253] letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3261] Answered anyhow. He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3264] grenadier. Pointed cuffs. There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. Redcoats.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3273] He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right. Talk: as if
[Lotus-Eaters] [3293] His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3325] his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3330] --And he said: SAD THING ABOUT OUR POOR FRIEND PADDY! WHAT PADDY? I said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3331] POOR LITTLE PADDY DIGNAM, he said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3334] dangling. Wellturned foot. What is he foostering over that change for?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3344] He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3347] --WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM? He said. HE'S DEAD, he said. And, faith, he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3350] Arch. YES, he said. HE'S GONE. HE DIED ON MONDAY, POOR FELLOW. Watch!
[Lotus-Eaters] [3372] He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3387] --My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3409] --O, well, he said. That's good news.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3411] He moved to go.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3413] --Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3439] the same boat. Softsoaping. Give you the needle that would. Can't he hear
[Lotus-Eaters] [3445] Wonder is he pimping after me?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3451] impersonator. Perhaps he was a woman. Why Ophelia committed suicide. Poor
[Lotus-Eaters] [3452] papa! How he used to talk of Kate Bateman in that. Outside the Adelphi in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3455] Mosenthal it is. Rachel, is it? No. The scene he was always talking about
[Lotus-Eaters] [3473] He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing
[Lotus-Eaters] [3474] teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet
[Lotus-Eaters] [3482] He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3485] He passed the cabman's shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies. All
[Lotus-Eaters] [3488] syllables as they pass. He hummed:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3495] He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted
[Lotus-Eaters] [3497] Ruins and tenements. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court
[Lotus-Eaters] [3503] mignonette. Mrs Ellis's. And Mr? He opened the letter within the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3534] He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell
[Lotus-Eaters] [3537] walking slowly forward he read the letter again, murmuring here and there
[Lotus-Eaters] [3541] read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3552] Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3553] Common pin, eh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3574] faked for money. He is sitting in their house, talking. Mysterious. Also
[Lotus-Eaters] [3587] Going under the railway arch he took out the envelope, tore it swiftly
[Lotus-Eaters] [3609] He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Stepping into the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3610] porch he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again
[Lotus-Eaters] [3616] conversion of Gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3627] he? The glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Like to see them sitting
[Lotus-Eaters] [3632] The cold smell of sacred stone called him. He trod the worn steps,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3640] thing in his hands. He stopped at each, took out a communion, shook a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3650] He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle, one by
[Lotus-Eaters] [3651] one, and seek their places. He approached a bench and seated himself in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3667] He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel
[Lotus-Eaters] [3669] affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn't know what to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3678] invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the communion
[Lotus-Eaters] [3687] The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then he tossed off the dregs
[Lotus-Eaters] [3688] smartly. Wine. Makes it more aristocratic than for example if he drank
[Lotus-Eaters] [3697] Pity. Who has the organ here I wonder? Old Glynn he knew how to make
[Lotus-Eaters] [3698] that instrument talk, the VIBRATO: fifty pounds a year they say he had in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3718] He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about
[Lotus-Eaters] [3721] at the gospel of course. Then all settled down on their knees again and he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3723] holding the thing out from him, and he and the massboy answered each other
[Lotus-Eaters] [3746] the witnessbox. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3764] He stood up. Hello. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all
[Lotus-Eaters] [3768] before. Still like you better untidy. Good job it wasn't farther south. He
[Lotus-Eaters] [3770] into the light. He stood a moment unseeing by the cold black marble bowl
[Lotus-Eaters] [3773] her weeds. Notice because I'm in mourning myself. He covered himself. How
[Lotus-Eaters] [3780] He walked southward along Westland row. But the recipe is in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3784] must have been or the second. O, he can look it up in the prescriptions
[Lotus-Eaters] [3787] The chemist turned back page after page. Sandy shrivelled smell he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3793] Smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell. Doctor Whack. He ought
[Lotus-Eaters] [3806] He waited by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3815] --And white wax also, he said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3841] --I'll take this one, he said. That makes three and a penny.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3848] He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3856] look younger. He does look balmy. Younger than I am.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3865] He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3886] --I'll risk it, he said. Here, thanks.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3888] He sped off towards Conway's corner. God speed scut.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3897] He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3898] of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see. He
[Lotus-Eaters] [3919] He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3920] warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and
[Hades] [3944] Mr Bloom entered and sat in the vacant place. He pulled the door to
[Hades] [3945] after him and slammed it twice till it shut tight. He passed an arm
[Hades] [3972] --What way is he taking us? Mr Power asked through both windows.
[Hades] [3978] --That's a fine old custom, he said. I am glad to see it has not died out.
[Hades] [3985] --There's a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, he said.
[Hades] [3991] --Where is he? Mr Dedalus said, stretching over across.
[Hades] [4000] --No, Mr Bloom said. He was alone.
[Hades] [4009] Richie Goulding and the legal bag. Goulding, Collis and Ward he
[Hades] [4010] calls the firm. His jokes are getting a bit damp. Great card he was.
[Hades] [4024] He cried above the clatter of the wheels:
[Hades] [4029] He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power's
[Hades] [4031] Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to
[Hades] [4057] --He might, Mr Dedalus said, if he hadn't that squint troubling him. Do
[Hades] [4060] He closed his left eye. Martin Cunningham began to brush away
[Hades] [4063] --What is this, he said, in the name of God? Crumbs?
[Hades] [4081] --After all, he said, it's the most natural thing in the world.
[Hades] [4092] --I met M'Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said. He said he'd try to come.
[Hades] [4104] --The grand canal, he said.
[Hades] [4112] dying scrawl. He took it to heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men's dogs
[Hades] [4115] A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of
[Hades] [4119] --The weather is changing, he said quietly.
[Hades] [4128] --It's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he said.
[Hades] [4135] --Tom Kernan was immense last night, he said. And Paddy Leonard taking
[Hades] [4175] the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry fled.
[Hades] [4203] Plasto's. Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust. Who was he?
[Hades] [4208] --He doesn't see us, Mr Power said. Yes, he does. How do you do?
[Hades] [4212] --Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.
[Hades] [4229] He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant
[Hades] [4265] Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume
[Hades] [4280] woman he keeps? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they say, who was it told
[Hades] [4289] --Of the tribe of Reuben, he said.
[Hades] [4305] His eyes met Mr Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:
[Hades] [4320] --There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined to send
[Hades] [4325] --Yes, Mr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he tried
[Hades] [4328] --Drown Barabbas! Mr Dedalus cried. I wish to Christ he did!
[Hades] [4340] --For God's sake! Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Is he dead?
[Hades] [4342] --Dead! Martin Cunningham cried. Not he! A boatman got a pole and
[Hades] [4343] fished him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the
[Hades] [4353] --O, he did, Martin Cunningham affirmed. Like a hero. A silver florin.
[Hades] [4369] --Ah then indeed, he said, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a laugh.
[Hades] [4370] Many a good one he told himself.
[Hades] [4374] he was in his usual health that I'd be driving after him like this. He's
[Hades] [4377] --As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, Mr Dedalus said. He went
[Hades] [4382] He tapped his chest sadly.
[Hades] [4385] nose. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent
[Hades] [4390] --He had a sudden death, poor fellow, he said.
[Hades] [4396] --No suffering, he said. A moment and all is over. Like dying in sleep.
[Hades] [4440] large eyes. Looking away now. Sympathetic human man he is. Intelligent.
[Hades] [4445] riverbed clutching rushes. He looked at me. And that awful drunkard of a
[Hades] [4450] Dedalus told me he was in there. Drunk about the place and capering with
[Hades] [4459] He looked away from me. He knows. Rattle his bones.
[Hades] [4464] Boots giving evidence. Thought he was asleep first. Then saw like yellow
[Hades] [4474] --God grant he doesn't upset us on the road, Mr Power said.
[Hades] [4484] as old Antonio. He left me on my ownio. Pirouette! The MATER
[Hades] [4563] But suppose now it did happen. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him in
[Hades] [4564] the knocking about? He would and he wouldn't, I suppose. Depends on
[Hades] [4577] Their eyes watched him. On the slow weedy waterway he had floated
[Hades] [4586] Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his brown straw
[Hades] [4617] --That is where Childs was murdered, he said. The last house.
[Hades] [4647] door open with his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus
[Hades] [4652] pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other
[Hades] [4661] He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed,
[Hades] [4663] took out the two wreaths. He handed one to the boy.
[Hades] [4671] Coffin now. Got here before us, dead as he is. Horse looking round at it
[Hades] [4698] Queen's hotel in Ennis. You heard him say he was going to Clare.
[Hades] [4703] He glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes
[Hades] [4706] --Was he insured? Mr Bloom asked.
[Hades] [4711] --How many children did he leave?
[Hades] [4723] He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had
[Hades] [4757] behind. He put down his name for a quid.
[Hades] [4759] --I'll engage he did, Mr Dedalus said. I often told poor Paddy he ought
[Hades] [4762] --How did he lose it? Ned Lambert asked. Liquor, what?
[Hades] [4768] at the slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar. Poor boy! Was he
[Hades] [4770] and recognise for the last time. All he might have done. I owe three
[Hades] [4771] shillings to O'Grady. Would he understand? The mutes bore the coffin into
[Hades] [4774] After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened
[Hades] [4780] pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. He fitted his black hat gently on
[Hades] [4792] Bully about the muzzle he looks. Bosses the show. Muscular christian. Woe
[Hades] [4794] sideways like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. With a belly on him
[Hades] [4815] bucket and shook it over the coffin. Then he walked to the other end and
[Hades] [4816] shook it again. Then he came back and put it back in the bucket. As you
[Hades] [4817] were before you rested. It's all written down: he has to do it.
[Hades] [4825] Holy water that was, I expect. Shaking sleep out of it. He must be fed
[Hades] [4827] What harm if he could see what he was shaking it over. Every mortal day a
[Hades] [4830] with little sparrows' breasts. All the year round he prayed the same thing
[Hades] [4835] Said he was going to paradise or is in paradise. Says that over everybody.
[Hades] [4836] Tiresome kind of a job. But he has to say something.
[Hades] [4843] last folding his paper again into his pocket. He gazed gravely at the
[Hades] [4854] --He's at rest, he said, in the middle of his people, old Dan O'. But his
[Hades] [4858] beside her. Let Him take me whenever He likes.
[Hades] [4860] Breaking down, he began to weep to himself quietly, stumbling a little
[Hades] [4863] --She's better where she is, he said kindly.
[Hades] [4907] Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day! Then every
[Hades] [4914] --Everything went off A1, he said. What?
[Hades] [4916] He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman's shoulders. With
[Hades] [4930] --Bloom, he said, Madame Marion Tweedy that was, is, I mean, the
[Hades] [4934] he was a finelooking woman. I danced with her, wait, fifteen seventeen
[Hades] [4938] He looked behind through the others.
[Hades] [4940] --What is he? he asked. What does he do? Wasn't he in the stationery line?
[Hades] [4945] --Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely's. A traveller for blottingpaper.
[Hades] [4950] --Has still, Ned Lambert said. He does some canvassing for ads.
[Hades] [4958] --John O'Connell, Mr Power said pleased. He never forgets a friend.
[Hades] [4967] Saluting Ned Lambert and John Henry Menton he walked on at Martin
[Hades] [4970] --Did you hear that one, he asked them, about Mulcahy from the Coombe?
[Hades] [4978] --They tell the story, he said, that two drunks came out here one foggy
[Hades] [4980] Mulcahy from the Coombe and were told where he was buried. After traipsing
[Hades] [4985] The caretaker blinked up at one of the sepulchres they passed. He
[Hades] [4989] MAN, says he. THAT'S NOT MULCAHY, says he, WHOEVER DONE IT.
[Hades] [4991] Rewarded by smiles he fell back and spoke with Corny Kelleher, accepting
[Hades] [4992] the dockets given him, turning them over and scanning them as he walked.
[Hades] [5009] Fancy being his wife. Wonder he had the gumption to propose to any girl.
[Hades] [5014] to say he was a queer breedy man great catholic all the same like a big
[Hades] [5025] do it at the window. Eight children he has anyway.
[Hades] [5027] He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field
[Hades] [5031] must be: oblong cells. And very neat he keeps it too: trim grass and
[Hades] [5052] seaside gurls. He looks cheerful enough over it. Gives him a sense of
[Hades] [5053] power seeing all the others go under first. Wonder how he looks at life.
[Hades] [5076] He doesn't know who is here nor care.
[Hades] [5078] Now who is he I'd like to know? Now I'd give a trifle to know who he is.
[Hades] [5080] lonesome all his life. Yes, he could. Still he'd have to get someone to
[Hades] [5081] sod him after he died though he could dig his own grave. We all do. Only
[Hades] [5103] Death's number. Where the deuce did he pop out of? He wasn't in the
[Hades] [5107] one like that when we lived in Lombard street west. Dressy fellow he was
[Hades] [5136] SHALL I NEVERMORE BEHOLD THEE? Bam! He expires. Gone at last. People
[Hades] [5145] Does he ever think of the hole waiting for himself? They say you do
[Hades] [5151] in on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all
[Hades] [5152] the time? Whew! By jingo, that would be awful! No, no: he is dead, of
[Hades] [5153] course. Of course he is dead. Monday he died. They ought to have
[Hades] [5165] his ground, he traversed the dismal fields.
[Hades] [5167] Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ah, the names. But he
[Hades] [5174] He asked me to.
[Hades] [5176] --Charley, Hynes said writing. I know. He was on the FREEMAN once.
[Hades] [5178] So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne.
[Hades] [5180] know. He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few
[Hades] [5181] ads. Charley, you're my darling. That was why he asked me to. O well,
[Hades] [5188] He looked around.
[Hades] [5190] --Macintosh. Yes, I saw him, Mr Bloom said. Where is he now?
[Hades] [5192] --M'Intosh, Hynes said scribbling. I don't know who he is. Is that
[Hades] [5195] He moved away, looking about him.
[Hades] [5199] Didn't hear. What? Where has he disappeared to? Not a sign. Well of
[Hades] [5207] He stepped aside nimbly.
[Hades] [5231] --Some say he is not in that grave at all. That the coffin was filled
[Hades] [5232] with stones. That one day he will come again.
[Hades] [5236] --Parnell will never come again, he said. He's there, all that was mortal
[Hades] [5245] be at his grave. Ten shillings for the gardener. He keeps it free of
[Hades] [5272] fruit but he said no because they ought to have been afraid of the boy.
[Hades] [5289] He looked down intently into a stone crypt. Some animal. Wait.
[Hades] [5290] There he goes.
[Hades] [5293] pebbles. An old stager: greatgrandfather: he knows the ropes. The grey
[Hades] [5298] Emmet was buried here by torchlight, wasn't he? Making his rounds.
[Hades] [5337] of mine: the bias. Why he took such a rooted dislike to me. Hate at first
[Hades] [5353] coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on his head again.
[Hades] [5359] --Thank you, he said shortly.
[Aeolus] [5427] --Of course, if he wants a par, Red Murray said earnestly, a pen behind
[Aeolus] [5487] --Well, he is one of our saviours also.
[Aeolus] [5489] A meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflap, as he
[Aeolus] [5491] along the now reverberating boards. But will he save the circulation?
[Aeolus] [5494] He pushed in the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn
[Aeolus] [5495] packing paper. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards
[Aeolus] [5516] Strange he never saw his real country. Ireland my country. Member
[Aeolus] [5517] for College green. He boomed that workaday worker tack for all it was
[Aeolus] [5532] Now if he got paralysed there and no-one knew how to stop them they'd
[Aeolus] [5541] sheet and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over
[Aeolus] [5548] --If you want to draw the cashier is just going to lunch, he said,
[Aeolus] [5557] He hurried on eagerly towards the FREEMAN'S JOURNAL.
[Aeolus] [5567] --Excuse me, councillor, he said. This ad, you see. Keyes, you remember?
[Aeolus] [5571] --He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.
[Aeolus] [5575] --But wait, Mr Bloom said. He wants it changed. Keyes, you see. He wants
[Aeolus] [5578] Hell of a racket they make. He doesn't hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves.
[Aeolus] [5579] Maybe he understands what I.
[Aeolus] [5588] Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the cross he had made, saw the
[Aeolus] [5589] foreman's sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice, and beyond the
[Aeolus] [5594] Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew
[Aeolus] [5606] --You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the top
[Aeolus] [5617] then if he didn't know only make it awkward for him. Better not.
[Aeolus] [5621] --I can get it, Mr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a house
[Aeolus] [5628] --We can do that, he said. Let him give us a three months' renewal.
[Aeolus] [5630] A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to check it
[Aeolus] [5645] I should have said when he clapped on his topper. Thank you. I ought
[Aeolus] [5664] He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines.
[Aeolus] [5674] --Then I'll get the design, Mr Nannetti, he said, and you'll give it a
[Aeolus] [5689] He walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed,
[Aeolus] [5690] spectacled, aproned. Old Monks, the dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must
[Aeolus] [5701] He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.
[Aeolus] [5702] Reads it backwards first. Quickly he does it. Must require some practice
[Aeolus] [5709] And then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the ox and the
[Aeolus] [5712] is after all. How quickly he does that job. Practice makes perfect. Seems
[Aeolus] [5724] He went down the house staircase. Who the deuce scrawled all over
[Aeolus] [5729] He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose. Citronlemon? Ah, the
[Aeolus] [5731] handkerchief he took out the soap and stowed it away, buttoned, into the
[Aeolus] [5740] He entered softly.
[Aeolus] [5761] about that, Simon? he asked over the fringe of his newspaper. How's that
[Aeolus] [5776] He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and,
[Aeolus] [5780] see. Rather upsets a man's day, a funeral does. He has influence they say.
[Aeolus] [5785] Chatterton. Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days.
[Aeolus] [5786] Windfall when he kicks out. Alleluia.
[Aeolus] [5810] --But listen to this, he said.
[Aeolus] [5819] --I beg yours, he said.
[Aeolus] [5837] Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Decline, poor chap.
[Aeolus] [5857] like the statue in Glasnevin. Believe he does some literary work for the
[Aeolus] [5874] --Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he
[Aeolus] [5887] --The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet.
[Aeolus] [5895] He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy
[Aeolus] [5902] --Doughy Daw! he cried.
[Aeolus] [5909] cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn't he? Why they call
[Aeolus] [5951] Passing out he whispered to J. J. O'Molloy:
[Aeolus] [5964] He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking
[Aeolus] [5972] --Just a moment, Mr Crawford, he said. I just want to phone about an ad.
[Aeolus] [5974] He went in.
[Aeolus] [5982] --Good day, Myles, J. J. O'Molloy said, letting the pages he held slip
[Aeolus] [5995] --Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O.
[Aeolus] [5998] He tossed the tissues on to the table.
[Aeolus] [6015] Lenehan began to paw the tissues up from the floor, grunting as he
[Aeolus] [6021] He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.
[Aeolus] [6027] He hustled the boy out and banged the door to.
[Aeolus] [6041] The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and
[Aeolus] [6052] He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee:
[Aeolus] [6058] He went to the door and, holding it ajar, paused. J. J. O'Molloy
[Aeolus] [6074] He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who,
[Aeolus] [6078] --Begone! he said. The world is before you.
[Aeolus] [6103] He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding
[Aeolus] [6115] He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket,
[Aeolus] [6117] against the wood as he locked his desk drawer.
[Aeolus] [6129] He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan
[Aeolus] [6136] He declaimed in song, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh:
[Aeolus] [6147] He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, lighting it for him
[Aeolus] [6157] --That's it, he said. We are the fat. You and I are the fat in the fire.
[Aeolus] [6168] He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing:
[Aeolus] [6173] follows in his footsteps, brought to every new shore on which he set his
[Aeolus] [6174] foot (on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal obsession. He gazed
[Aeolus] [6175] about him in his toga and he said: IT IS MEET TO BE HERE. LET US CONSTRUCT
[Aeolus] [6194] from the hallway. Stephen Dedalus, behind him, uncovered as he entered.
[Aeolus] [6221] --That old pelters, the editor said. Who tore it? Was he short taken?
[Aeolus] [6226] HE COMES, PALE VAMPIRE,
[Aeolus] [6250] --Is he a widower? Stephen asked.
[Aeolus] [6259] --The moot point is did he forget it, J. J. O'Molloy said quietly,
[Aeolus] [6264] --And if not? he said.
[Aeolus] [6290] --The Greek! he said again. KYRIOS! Shining word! The vowels the Semite
[Aeolus] [6300] He strode away from them towards the window.
[Aeolus] [6308] He whispered then near Stephen's ear:
[Aeolus] [6324] --That'll be all right, he said. I'll read the rest after. That'll be all
[Aeolus] [6329] --But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railwayline?
[Aeolus] [6338] He poked Mr O'Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O'Madden Burke
[Aeolus] [6341] --Help! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.
[Aeolus] [6349] --Paris, past and present, he said. You look like communards.
[Aeolus] [6374] --Ahem! he said very softly. O, for a fresh of breath air! I caught a
[Aeolus] [6383] --I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite in
[Aeolus] [6397] --He wants you for the pressgang, J. J. O'Molloy said.
[Aeolus] [6405] he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the Clarence. Gallaher,
[Aeolus] [6406] that was a pressman for you. That was a pen. You know how he made his
[Aeolus] [6411] He pushed past them to the files.
[Aeolus] [6413] --Look at here, he said turning. The NEW YORK WORLD cabled for a special.
[Aeolus] [6422] --Skin-the-Goat, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that
[Aeolus] [6428] --And poor Gumley is down there too, so he told me, minding stones for
[Aeolus] [6433] --Gumley? he said. You don't say so? A friend of my father's, is it?
[Aeolus] [6440] He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.
[Aeolus] [6461] dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his
[Aeolus] [6473] --Bloom is at the telephone, he said.
[Aeolus] [6501] Now he's got in with Blumenfeld. That's press. That's talent. Pyatt! He
[Aeolus] [6511] He flung the pages down.
[Aeolus] [6519] --Talking about the invincibles, he said, did you see that some hawkers
[Aeolus] [6552] He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose, in
[Aeolus] [6565] --My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false
[Aeolus] [6585] --Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it in
[Aeolus] [6588] --He would have been on the bench long ago, the professor said, only
[Aeolus] [6601] By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the
[Aeolus] [6610] --He spoke on the law of evidence, J. J. O'Molloy said, of Roman justice
[Aeolus] [6611] as contrasted with the earlier Mosaic code, the LEX TALIONIS. And he cited
[Aeolus] [6649] He took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O'Molloy offered his case to
[Aeolus] [6665] A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis.
[Aeolus] [6667] Speaking about me. What did he say? What did he say? What did he
[Aeolus] [6677] He turned towards Myles Crawford and said:
[Aeolus] [6682] --He is sitting with Tim Healy, J. J. O'Molloy said, rumour has it, on
[Aeolus] [6685] --He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child's
[Aeolus] [6694] He closed his long thin lips an instant but, eager to be on, raised an
[Aeolus] [6702] In ferial tone he addressed J. J. O'Molloy:
[Aeolus] [6704] --Taylor had come there, you must know, from a sickbed. That he had
[Aeolus] [6707] beard round it. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he
[Aeolus] [6708] looked (though he was not) a dying man.
[Aeolus] [6713] Still seeking, he said:
[Aeolus] [6718] He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more.
[Aeolus] [6721] He began:
[Aeolus] [6768] A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it
[Aeolus] [6780] He ceased and looked at them, enjoying a silence.
[Aeolus] [6788] --And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.
[Aeolus] [6816] He led the way, admonishing:
[Aeolus] [6829] He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.
[Aeolus] [6834] He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office.
[Aeolus] [6844] He went into the inner office, closing the door behind him.
[Aeolus] [6864] Another newsboy shot past them, yelling as he ran:
[Aeolus] [6918] He turned.
[Aeolus] [6927] He set off again to walk by Stephen's side.
[Aeolus] [6933] --Yes, he said. I see them.
[Aeolus] [6955] just now. He'll give a renewal for two months, he says. After he'll see.
[Aeolus] [6956] But he wants a par to call attention in the TELEGRAPH too, the Saturday
[Aeolus] [6957] pink. And he wants it copied if it's not too late I told councillor
[Aeolus] [6960] the name. But he practically promised he'd give the renewal. But he wants
[Aeolus] [6968] --Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? Myles Crawford said throwing out
[Aeolus] [6974] today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in muck
[Aeolus] [6975] somewhere. Careless chap. What was he doing in Irishtown?
[Aeolus] [6985] --He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his
[Aeolus] [6986] shoulder. Any time he likes, tell him.
[Aeolus] [6988] While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode
[Aeolus] [6995] --NULLA BONA, Jack, he said, raising his hand to his chin. I'm up to
[Aeolus] [7048] He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O'Madden
[Aeolus] [7060] Gorgias, the sophist. It is said of him that none could tell if he were
[Aeolus] [7061] bitterer against others or against himself. He was the son of a noble and
[Aeolus] [7062] a bondwoman. And he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of beauty
[Aeolus] [7102] He laughed richly.
[Aeolus] [7104] --I see, he said again with new pleasure. Moses and the promised land. We
[Aeolus] [7105] gave him that idea, he added to J. J. O'Molloy.
[Aeolus] [7116] He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson
[Aeolus] [7125] --Onehandled adulterer, he said smiling grimly. That tickles me, I must
[Lestrygonians] [7172] From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's
[Lestrygonians] [7176] goes. Fifteen children he had. Birth every year almost. That's in their
[Lestrygonians] [7191] As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up
[Lestrygonians] [7199] Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt
[Lestrygonians] [7202] eightpence too much. Hhhhm. It's the droll way he comes out with the
[Lestrygonians] [7207] He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Elijah thirtytwo
[Lestrygonians] [7234] He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury
[Lestrygonians] [7239] Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his
[Lestrygonians] [7258] Good idea that. Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation. How can
[Lestrygonians] [7269] If he ...?
[Lestrygonians] [7277] No, no. I don't believe it. He wouldn't surely?
[Lestrygonians] [7292] barreltone voice. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was singing
[Lestrygonians] [7295] Get outside of a baron of beef. Powerful man he was at stowing away number
[Lestrygonians] [7301] that priest they are this morning: we have sinned: we have suffered. He
[Lestrygonians] [7304] foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. Our staple
[Lestrygonians] [7313] Pillar of salt. Wouldn't have it of course because he didn't think
[Lestrygonians] [7333] He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by.
[Lestrygonians] [7337] ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big fire at Arnott's. Val Dillon
[Lestrygonians] [7353] daguerreotype atelier he told me of. Hereditary taste.
[Lestrygonians] [7355] He walked along the curbstone.
[Lestrygonians] [7358] always squinting in when he passed? Weak eyes, woman. Stopped in
[Lestrygonians] [7361] Well, if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he sees every day.
[Lestrygonians] [7369] or oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew
[Lestrygonians] [7410] he die of? Turn up like a bad penny.
[Lestrygonians] [7416] --Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly,
[Lestrygonians] [7435] there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me
[Lestrygonians] [7454] know what he did last night?
[Lestrygonians] [7463] --Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had, a nightmare.
[Lestrygonians] [7473] --Read that, she said. He got it this morning.
[Lestrygonians] [7478] for them whoever he is.
[Lestrygonians] [7485] action for ten thousand pounds, he says.
[Lestrygonians] [7496] He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent.
[Lestrygonians] [7526] --I'm sorry to hear that, he said. Poor thing! Three days! That's terrible
[Lestrygonians] [7542] --Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts. Watch!
[Lestrygonians] [7544] --Who is he if it's a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?
[Lestrygonians] [7549] --He has enough of them, she said. Denis will be like that one of these
[Lestrygonians] [7554] --There he is, she said. I must go after him. Goodbye. Remember me to
[Lestrygonians] [7559] He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts. Denis
[Lestrygonians] [7562] times. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his
[Lestrygonians] [7563] dull grey beard towards her, his loose jaw wagging as he spoke earnestly.
[Lestrygonians] [7569] Watch him! Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world. And
[Lestrygonians] [7577] He passed the IRISH TIMES. There might be other answers Iying there.
[Lestrygonians] [7620] he presents her with. Saw him out at the Three Jolly Topers marching along
[Lestrygonians] [7626] He stood at Fleet street crossing. Luncheon interval. A sixpenny at
[Lestrygonians] [7630] He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea. I forgot
[Lestrygonians] [7640] she had so many children. Suppose he was consumptive. Time someone thought
[Lestrygonians] [7680] He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. They did right to
[Lestrygonians] [7686] He gazed after the last broad tunic. Nasty customers to tackle. Jack
[Lestrygonians] [7691] Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His horse's hoofs
[Lestrygonians] [7693] dive into Manning's or I was souped. He did come a wallop, by George.
[Lestrygonians] [7699] All skedaddled. Why he fixed on me. Give me in charge. Right here it
[Lestrygonians] [7713] Never know who you're talking to. Corny Kelleher he has Harvey
[Lestrygonians] [7735] James Stephens' idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so
[Lestrygonians] [7742] squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob. Or gas about our
[Lestrygonians] [7755] His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly,
[Lestrygonians] [7768] Landlord never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets
[Lestrygonians] [7789] There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that's a
[Lestrygonians] [7792] corporation meeting today. They say he never put on the city marshal's
[Lestrygonians] [7793] uniform since he got the job. Charley Kavanagh used to come out on his
[Lestrygonians] [7815] And there he is too. Now that's really a coincidence: second time.
[Lestrygonians] [7819] Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. What was he saying? The ends of the world
[Lestrygonians] [7847] He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of
[Lestrygonians] [7862] He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right
[Lestrygonians] [7890] He went on by la maison Claire.
[Lestrygonians] [7894] moon. She was humming. The young May moon she's beaming, love. He
[Lestrygonians] [7895] other side of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love.
[Lestrygonians] [7915] white hat. His parboiled eyes. Where is he now? Beggar somewhere. The harp
[Lestrygonians] [7932] He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers.
[Lestrygonians] [7941] He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today
[Lestrygonians] [7957] obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.
[Lestrygonians] [7961] He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. Jingling, hoofthuds.
[Lestrygonians] [7976] His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink
[Lestrygonians] [7990] more than he can chew. Am I like that? See ourselves as others see us.
[Lestrygonians] [7993] Sletty southward of the Boyne. Wonder what he was eating. Something
[Lestrygonians] [8012] He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of
[Lestrygonians] [8039] He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Stopgap.
[Lestrygonians] [8048] He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street.
[Lestrygonians] [8083] He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a
[Lestrygonians] [8087] What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff?
[Lestrygonians] [8157] He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. THEIR LIVES. I have it.
[Lestrygonians] [8160] --Getting it up? he said. Well, it's like a company idea, you see. Part
[Lestrygonians] [8168] He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock
[Lestrygonians] [8176] He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to
[Lestrygonians] [8179] --Yes, he said. He's the organiser in point of fact.
[Lestrygonians] [8185] --He had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, over that
[Lestrygonians] [8187] barracks. By God, he had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he
[Lestrygonians] [8232] He went towards the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned
[Lestrygonians] [8238] Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O'Gaunt. He put me off it. Ay.
[Lestrygonians] [8240] He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the flutes.
[Lestrygonians] [8242] --Ay, he said, sighing.
[Lestrygonians] [8245] numbskull. Will I tell him that horse Lenehan? He knows already. Better
[Lestrygonians] [8270] the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red Bank this morning. Was he oysters
[Lestrygonians] [8271] old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no ar no
[Lestrygonians] [8298] cheque think he was painting the landscape with his mouth twisted.
[Lestrygonians] [8345] there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked,
[Lestrygonians] [8351] --What is this he is? Isn't he in the insurance line?
[Lestrygonians] [8353] --He's out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the
[Lestrygonians] [8356] --I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble?
[Lestrygonians] [8360] --I noticed he was in mourning.
[Lestrygonians] [8362] --Was he? Nosey Flynn said. So he was, faith. I asked him how was all at
[Lestrygonians] [8363] home. You're right, by God. So he was.
[Lestrygonians] [8370] yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's
[Lestrygonians] [8374] --And is he doing for the FREEMAN? Davy Byrne said.
[Lestrygonians] [8378] ---He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of
[Lestrygonians] [8383] Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He
[Lestrygonians] [8386] --He's in the craft, he said.
[Lestrygonians] [8411] --And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and
[Lestrygonians] [8416] you weren't there. If you ask him to have a drink first thing he does he
[Lestrygonians] [8417] outs with the watch to see what he ought to imbibe. Declare to God he
[Lestrygonians] [8456] --Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne? he said.
[Lestrygonians] [8462] --Lord love a duck, he said. Look at what I'm standing drinks to! Cold
[Lestrygonians] [8464] He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead snip.
[Lestrygonians] [8471] --That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking.
[Lestrygonians] [8513] He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars:
[Lestrygonians] [8571] The blind stripling did not answer. His wallface frowned weakly. He moved
[Lestrygonians] [8589] He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to guide
[Lestrygonians] [8601] Milly's was. Sensitive. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand. Wonder if he
[Lestrygonians] [8615] tweed. Poor young fellow! How on earth did he know that van was there?
[Lestrygonians] [8618] would he feel it if something was removed. Feel a gap. Queer idea of
[Lestrygonians] [8619] Dublin he must have, tapping his way round by the stones. Could he walk
[Lestrygonians] [8620] in a beeline if he hadn't that cane? Bloodless pious face like a fellow
[Lestrygonians] [8627] deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say.
[Lestrygonians] [8641] The voice, temperatures: when he touches her with his fingers must almost
[Lestrygonians] [8650] With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above
[Lestrygonians] [8653] belly is the smoothest. No-one about. There he goes into Frederick
[Lestrygonians] [8657] Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat and
[Lestrygonians] [8661] He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to.
[Lestrygonians] [8663] Poor fellow! Quite a boy. Terrible. Really terrible. What dreams would he
[Lestrygonians] [8693] His heart quopped softly. To the right. Museum. Goddesses. He swerved to
[Lestrygonians] [8699] Making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes.
[Lestrygonians] [8721] He thrust back quick Agendath.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8745] He came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a step
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8751] --Directly, said he, creaking to go, albeit lingering. The beautiful
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8755] Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off. Bald, most zealous by the door
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8756] he gave his large ear all to the attendant's words: heard them: and was
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8766] SATAN he calls it.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8771] FIRST HE TICKLED HER
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8772] THEN HE PATTED HER
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8773] THEN HE PASSED THE FEMALE CATHETER.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8774] FOR HE WAS A MEDICAL
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8782] face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, an ollav, holyeyed. He laughed low:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8791] He holds my follies hostage.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8796] the glen he cooees for them. My soul's youth I gave him, night by night.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8826] He laughed again at the now smiling bearded face.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8845] Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light. He bore in his hand with grace
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8869] --Haines is gone, he said.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8871] --Is he?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8900] --Mallarme, don't you know, he said, has written those wonderful prose
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8902] He says: IL SE PROMENE, LISANT AU LIVRE DE LUI-MEME, don't you know,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8903] READING THE BOOK OF HIMSELF. He describes HAMLET given in a French town,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8915] He repeated to John Eglinton's newgathered frown:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8924] --Yes, I suppose it would be, he said. Excellent people, no doubt, but
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8930] nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8944] --He will have it that HAMLET is a ghoststory, John Eglinton said for Mr
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8945] Best's behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our flesh
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8977] the swanmews along the riverbank. But he does not stay to feed the pen
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8987] order to play the part of the spectre. He speaks the words to Burbage,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8993] bidding him list. To a son he speaks, the son of his soul, the prince,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8999] to his own son's name (had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have been
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9001] he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those premises: you
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9023] How now, sirrah, that pound he lent you when you were hungry?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9070] when he lay on his deathbed.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9080] --The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistake, he said, and got
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9081] out of it as quickly and as best he could.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9094] into the world. What he learnt from his other wife Myrto (ABSIT NOMEN!),
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9106] --He had a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, and no truant memory.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9107] He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9114] the back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all Warwickshire
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9115] to lie withal? Good: he left her and gained the world of men. But his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9117] them by males. He chose badly? He was chosen, it seems to me. If others
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9131] He murmured then with blond delight for all:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9158] to pawn. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an Aztec
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9162] eyes, their pineal glands aglow. Filled with his god, he thrones, Buddh
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9175] Anxiously he glanced in the cone of lamplight where three faces, lighted,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9189] Longworth will give it a good puff in the EXPRESS. O, will he? I liked
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9190] Colum's DROVER. Yes, I think he has that queer thing genius. Do you think
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9191] he has genius really? Yeats admired his line: AS IN WILD EARTH A GRECIAN
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9192] VASE. Did he? I hope you'll be able to come tonight. Malachi Mulligan is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9198] kilt? O'Neill Russell? O, yes, he must speak the grand old tongue. And
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9209] --O, yes. If he considers it important it will go in. We have so much
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9226] He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9231] Alarmed face asks me. Why did he come? Courtesy or an inward light?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9239] hue and cry. Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the chase. Women he won
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9254] Here he ponders things that were not: what Caesar would have lived to do
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9255] had he believed the soothsayer: what might have been: possibilities of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9257] he lived among women.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9267] --Certainly, John Eglinton mused, of all great men he is the most
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9268] enigmatic. We know nothing but that he lived and suffered. Not even so
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9275] He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk, smiling his defiance.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9308] Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9314] --If that were the birthmark of genius, he said, genius would be a drug
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9353] --Does he? What does Mr Sidney Lee, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9359] love the daughter if he has not loved the mother?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9364] --Will he not see reborn in her, with the memory of his own youth added,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9372] images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in them
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9380] Shakespeare in the SATURDAY REVIEW were surely brilliant. Oddly enough he
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9386] Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, auk's egg, prize
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9389] He thous and thees her with grave husbandwords. Dost love, Miriam? Dost
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9394] will get it in middle life. Why does he send to one who is a BUONAROBA, a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9396] lordling to woo for him? He was himself a lord of language and had made
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9397] himself a coistrel gentleman and he had written ROMEO AND JULIET. Why?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9398] Belief in himself has been untimely killed. He was overborne in a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9399] cornfield first (ryefield, I should say) and he will never be a victor in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9415] two backs that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not know of were he not
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9418] ravished, what he would but would not, go with him from Lucrece's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9420] cinquespotted. He goes back, weary of the creation he has piled up to
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9422] is his gain, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9423] untaught by the wisdom he has written or by the laws he has revealed. His
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9424] beaver is up. He is a ghost, a shadow now, the wind by Elsinore's rocks
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9438] --You were speaking of the gaseous vertebrate, if I mistake not? he asked
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9441] Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a bauble.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9447] He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9457] He lifts his hands. Veils fall. O, flowers! Bells with bells with bells
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9464] He smiled on all sides equally.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9468] --Shakespeare? he said. I seem to know the name.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9472] --To be sure, he said, remembering brightly. The chap that writes like
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9477] --Haines missed you, he said. Did you meet him? He'll see you after at
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9480] --I came through the museum, Buck Mulligan said. Was he here?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9486] Irishman? Judge Barton, I believe, is searching for some clues. He swears
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9490] lifting his brilliant notebook. That PORTRAIT OF MR W. H. where he proves
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9499] colour, but it's so typical the way he works it out. It's the very
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9502] His glance touched their faces lightly as he smiled, a blond ephebe. Tame
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9512] Wit. You would give your five wits for youth's proud livery he pranks in.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9521] mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9526] wagging, he came near, drew a folded telegram from his pocket. His mobile
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9529] --Telegram! he said. Wonderful inspiration! Telegram! A papal bull!
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9531] He sat on a corner of the unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9540] Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9545] for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and he limp with
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9549] He wailed:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9559] --The tramper Synge is looking for you, he said, to murder you. He heard
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9568] --Murder you! he laughed.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9572] palabras. Oisin with Patrick. Faunman he met in Clamart woods,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9574] image, wandering, he met. I mine. I met a fool i'the forest.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9583] offering a card. From the FREEMAN. He wants to see the files of the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9588] He took the eager card, glanced, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9591] --Is he? ... O, there!
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9593] Brisk in a galliard he was off, out. In the daylit corridor he talked
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9607] Voluble, dutiful, he led the way to all the provincial papers, a bowing
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9614] He jumped up and snatched the card.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9618] He rattled on:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9625] Suddenly he turned to Stephen:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9627] --He knows you. He knows your old fellow. O, I fear me, he is Greeker
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9639] years he lived in London and, during part of that time, he drew a salary
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9646] to vie with her of Sheba. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9673] he walks, greyedauburn. An azured harebell like her veins. Lids of Juno's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9674] eyes, violets. He walks. One life is all. One body. Do. But do. Afar, in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9679] --Whom do you suspect? he challenged.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9681] --Say that he is the spurned lover in the sonnets. Once spurned twice
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9686] --As an Englishman, you mean, John sturdy Eglinton put in, he loved a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9691] --It seems so, Stephen said, when he wants to do for him, and for all
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9693] stallion. Maybe, like Socrates, he had a midwife to mother as he had a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9701] --The burden of proof is with you not with me, he said frowning. If you
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9702] deny that in the fifth scene of HAMLET he has branded her with infamy
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9706] dear Willun, when he went and died on her, raging that he was the first
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9711] O, yes, mention there is. In the years when he was living richly in royal
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9713] shepherd. Explain you then. Explain the swansong too wherein he has
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9716] He faced their silence.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9728] And therefore he left out her name
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9729] From the first draft but he did not leave out
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9732] And in London. And therefore when he was urged,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9734] He left her his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9755] There he keened a wailing rune.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9765] wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions. He means that the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9773] to what he calls his rights over what he calls his debts will hold
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9774] tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his wife.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9798] and drank a quart of sack the town council paid for but in which bed he
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9814] Lean, he lay back. Shy, deny thy kindred, the unco guid. Shy, supping
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9815] with the godless, he sneaks the cup. A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade it
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9822] Your own? He knows your old fellow. The widower.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9829] evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father's death.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9830] If you hold that he, a greying man with two marriageable daughters, with
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9835] rots and rots. He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having devised that
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9845] fiction. Who is the father of any son that any son should love him or he
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9861] beauty: born, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. He is a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9878] same name in the comedy of errors wrote HAMLET he was not the father of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9879] his own son merely but, being no more a son, he was and felt himself the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9893] He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9912] I you he they.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9916] STEPHEN: He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9917] old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9918] one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9920] filled Gilbert's soul. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a Richard are
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9945] QUAKERLYSTER: (A TEMPO) But he that filches from me my good name ...
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9947] STEPHEN: (STRINGENDO) He has hidden his own name, a fair name, William,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9949] his face in a dark corner of his canvas. He has revealed it in the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9951] dear to him, as dear as the coat and crest he toadied for, on a bend
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9959] it, lowlying on the horizon, eastward of the bear, as he walked by the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9966] Don't tell them he was nine years old when it was quenched.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10008] --I should like to know, he said, which brother you ... I understand you
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10012] He caught himself in the act: looked at all: refrained.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10020] Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was rectly gone.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10024] --Come, he said. Let us hear what you have to say of Richard and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10043] --You will say those names were already in the chronicles from which he
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10044] took the stuff of his plays. Why did he take them rather than others?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10056] QUE VOULEZ-VOUS? Moore would say. He puts Bohemia on the seacoast and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10067] itself again when he is near the grave, when his married daughter
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10072] sin, committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned. It is between
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10076] everywhere in the world he has created, in MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, twice
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10080] He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10084] --The truth is midway, he affirmed. He is the ghost and the prince. He is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10087] --He is, Stephen said. The boy of act one is the mature man of act five.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10088] All in all. In CYMBELINE, in OTHELLO he is bawd and cuckold. He acts and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10089] is acted on. Lover of an ideal or a perversion, like Jose he kills the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10101] --Man delights him not nor woman neither, Stephen said. He returns after
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10102] a life of absence to that spot of earth where he was born, where he has
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10104] ended, he plants his mulberrytree in the earth. Then dies. The motion is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10112] go. Strong curtain. He found in the world without as actual what was in his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10119] badly (He gave us light first and the sun two days later), the lord of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10128] Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10131] --May I? he said. The Lord has spoken to Malachi.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10133] He began to scribble on a slip of paper.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10140] He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton Johannes, of arts a bachelor.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10156] --Well, in that case, he said, I don't see why you should expect payment
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10160] is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is going to visit the present
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10162] It will come as a surprise to his grace. But he believes his theory.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10172] Fraidrine. Two pieces of silver he lent me. Tide you over. Economics.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10184] He broke away.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10200] --Monsieur Moore, he said, lecturer on French letters to the youth of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10204] Laughing, he ...
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10246] He spluttered to the air:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10253] He spat blank.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10255] Forgot: any more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10261] The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10264] Eh ... I just eh ... wanted ... I forgot ... he ...
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10290] --Longworth is awfully sick, he said, after what you wrote about that old
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10295] He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10300] He stopped at the stairfoot.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10302] --I have conceived a play for the mummers, he said solemnly.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10318] He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, saying:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10322] He read, MARCATO:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10338] He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, walking on, followed by Stephen:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10339] and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10348] About to pass through the doorway, feeling one behind, he stood aside.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10364] after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10367] see his eye? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee, ancient
[Wandering Rocks] [10398] watch in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps. Five to
[Wandering Rocks] [10405] crutches, growled some notes. He jerked short before the convent of the
[Wandering Rocks] [10408] purse held, he knew, one silver crown.
[Wandering Rocks] [10410] Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square. He thought, but not for
[Wandering Rocks] [10413] Wolsey's words: IF I HAD SERVED MY GOD AS I HAVE SERVED MY KING HE WOULD
[Wandering Rocks] [10414] NOT HAVE ABANDONED ME IN MY OLD DAYS. He walked by the treeshade of
[Wandering Rocks] [10420] Father Conmee was wonderfully well indeed. He would go to Buxton
[Wandering Rocks] [10429] M.P. Iooking so well and he begged to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy
[Wandering Rocks] [10430] M.P. Yes, he would certainly call.
[Wandering Rocks] [10434] Father Conmee doffed his silk hat and smiled, as he took leave, at the
[Wandering Rocks] [10436] going. He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, with arecanut paste.
[Wandering Rocks] [10438] Father Conmee walked and, walking, smiled for he thought on Father
[Wandering Rocks] [10443] A zealous man, however. Really he was. And really did great good in.
[Wandering Rocks] [10444] his way. Beyond a doubt. He loved Ireland, he said, and he loved the
[Wandering Rocks] [10447] O, lest he forget. That letter to father provincial.
[Wandering Rocks] [10459] --But mind you don't post yourself into the box, little man, he said.
[Wandering Rocks] [10475] most respectfully took the curbstone as he passed lady Maxwell at the
[Wandering Rocks] [10485] think that she was a pawnbroker! Well, now! Such a ... what should he
[Wandering Rocks] [10490] speak. The incumbent they called him. He felt it incumbent on him to say a
[Wandering Rocks] [10502] Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked. Saint
[Wandering Rocks] [10513] that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter. He passed
[Wandering Rocks] [10524] Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade of
[Wandering Rocks] [10546] tram for he disliked to traverse on foot the dingy way past Mud Island.
[Wandering Rocks] [10551] purse. Passing the ivy church he reflected that the ticket inspector
[Wandering Rocks] [10564] Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car. He perceived also
[Wandering Rocks] [10615] sinned as women did. Only God knew and she and he, her husband's brother.
[Wandering Rocks] [10621] Don John Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. He was
[Wandering Rocks] [10622] humane and honoured there. He bore in mind secrets confessed and he
[Wandering Rocks] [10636] of Clongowes field. He walked there, reading in the evening, and heard the
[Wandering Rocks] [10638] He was their rector: his reign was mild.
[Wandering Rocks] [10643] Nones. He should have read that before lunch. But lady Maxwell had come.
[Wandering Rocks] [10648] He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till
[Wandering Rocks] [10666] drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. He pulled himself
[Wandering Rocks] [10668] furnishings. Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to
[Wandering Rocks] [10669] the doorway. There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and
[Wandering Rocks] [10690] --What's the best news? he asked.
[Wandering Rocks] [10701] Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he growled
[Wandering Rocks] [10706] He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus,
[Wandering Rocks] [10719] He halted and growled angrily:
[Wandering Rocks] [10726] He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head
[Wandering Rocks] [10825] --Put these in first, will you? he said.
[Wandering Rocks] [10841] He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch
[Wandering Rocks] [10859] --Send it at once, will you? he said. It's for an invalid.
[Wandering Rocks] [10865] --What's the damage? he asked.
[Wandering Rocks] [10869] Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet. He
[Wandering Rocks] [10872] --This for me? he asked gallantly.
[Wandering Rocks] [10884] --May I say a word to your telephone, missy? he asked roguishly.
[Wandering Rocks] [10892] He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.
[Wandering Rocks] [10929] trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. In vain he trotted,
[Wandering Rocks] [10941] Too much mystery business in it. Is he in love with that one, Marion?
[Wandering Rocks] [10962] swells never took his eyes off her. Hope to goodness he won't keep me here
[Wandering Rocks] [10975] Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he'll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes,
[Wandering Rocks] [11007] --He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said, if my
[Wandering Rocks] [11019] In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled
[Wandering Rocks] [11034] He followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away
[Wandering Rocks] [11035] among the pillars. With J. J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's
[Wandering Rocks] [11039] He stood to read the card in his hand.
[Wandering Rocks] [11042] Michael's, Sallins. Nice young chap he is. He's writing a book about the
[Wandering Rocks] [11043] Fitzgeralds he told me. He's well up in history, faith.
[Wandering Rocks] [11052] --God! he cried. I forgot to tell him that one about the earl of Kildare
[Wandering Rocks] [11053] after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. You know that one? I'M BLOODY SORRY
[Wandering Rocks] [11055] INSIDE. He mightn't like it, though. What? God, I'll tell him anyhow.
[Wandering Rocks] [11059] The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness. He
[Wandering Rocks] [11064] He turned to J. J. O'Molloy and asked:
[Wandering Rocks] [11068] With gaping mouth and head far back he stood still and, after an
[Wandering Rocks] [11071] --Chow! he said. Blast you!
[Wandering Rocks] [11079] He held his handkerchief ready for the coming ...
[Wandering Rocks] [11088] Tom Rochford took the top disk from the pile he clasped against his
[Wandering Rocks] [11091] --See? he said. Say it's turn six. In here, see. Turn Now On.
[Wandering Rocks] [11093] He slid it into the left slot for them. It shot down the groove, wobbled
[Wandering Rocks] [11103] --See? he said. See now the last one I put in is over here: Turns Over.
[Wandering Rocks] [11106] He showed them the rising column of disks on the right.
[Wandering Rocks] [11113] He slid in a disk for himself: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop:
[Wandering Rocks] [11125] --But how does it work here, Tommy? he asked.
[Wandering Rocks] [11129] He followed M'Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.
[Wandering Rocks] [11131] --He's a hero, he said simply.
[Wandering Rocks] [11144] and all, with the rope round him. And be damned but he got the rope round
[Wandering Rocks] [11147] --The act of a hero, he said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11152] --This way, he said, walking to the right. I want to pop into Lynam's to
[Wandering Rocks] [11159] --After three, he said. Who's riding her?
[Wandering Rocks] [11163] While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with
[Wandering Rocks] [11177] --There he is, Lenehan said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11183] --He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said. I was with him one day and he
[Wandering Rocks] [11190] --I'll tell you a damn good one about comets' tails, he said. Come over in
[Wandering Rocks] [11211] He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.
[Wandering Rocks] [11213] --But wait till I tell you, he said. Delahunt of Camden street had the
[Wandering Rocks] [11223] --But wait till I tell you, he said. We had a midnight lunch too after all
[Wandering Rocks] [11234] He held his caved hands a cubit from him, frowning:
[Wandering Rocks] [11239] His hands moulded ample curves of air. He shut his eyes tight in
[Wandering Rocks] [11242] --The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a sigh. She's a gamey
[Wandering Rocks] [11246] lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At last she
[Wandering Rocks] [11249] SURE THAT'S ONLY WHAT YOU MIGHT CALL A PINPRICK. By God, he wasn't far
[Wandering Rocks] [11255] --I'm weak, he gasped.
[Wandering Rocks] [11258] Lenehan walked on again. He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his
[Wandering Rocks] [11259] hindhead rapidly. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M'Coy.
[Wandering Rocks] [11261] --He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, he said seriously. He's not one
[Wandering Rocks] [11276] He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: TALES OF THE GHETTO
[Wandering Rocks] [11279] --That I had, he said, pushing it by.
[Wandering Rocks] [11283] --Them are two good ones, he said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11286] mouth. He bent to make a bundle of the other books, hugged them against
[Wandering Rocks] [11295] He opened it. Thought so.
[Wandering Rocks] [11301] He read the other title: SWEETS OF SIN. More in her line. Let us see.
[Wandering Rocks] [11303] He read where his finger opened.
[Wandering Rocks] [11340] reddened face, coughing. He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the
[Wandering Rocks] [11341] floor. He put his boot on what he had spat, wiping his sole along it, and
[Wandering Rocks] [11346] Mastering his troubled breath, he said:
[Wandering Rocks] [11352] --SWEETS OF SIN, he said, tapping on it. That's a good one.
[Wandering Rocks] [11375] row. He halted near his daughter.
[Wandering Rocks] [11386] --Stand up straight, girl, he said. You'll get curvature of the spine.
[Wandering Rocks] [11389] He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his
[Wandering Rocks] [11405] Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked, walked boldly
[Wandering Rocks] [11413] He handed her a shilling.
[Wandering Rocks] [11415] --See if you can do anything with that, he said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11425] He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.
[Wandering Rocks] [11427] --Well, what is it? he said, stopping.
[Wandering Rocks] [11442] --Watch him, he said. It's instructive. I wonder will he allow us to talk.
[Wandering Rocks] [11451] He drew forth a handful of copper coins, nervously.
[Wandering Rocks] [11457] --I will, he said gravely. I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell
[Wandering Rocks] [11465] He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.
[Wandering Rocks] [11485] order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street,
[Wandering Rocks] [11520] gave me a very sharp eye yesterday on Carlisle bridge as if he remembered
[Wandering Rocks] [11533] Grizzled moustache. Returned Indian officer. Bravely he bore his stumpy
[Wandering Rocks] [11550] Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan's? Or no, there was a midnight
[Wandering Rocks] [11642] He turned and halted by the slanted bookcart.
[Wandering Rocks] [11689] He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal's French primer.
[Wandering Rocks] [11691] --What did you buy that for? he asked. To learn French?
[Wandering Rocks] [11738] He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in
[Wandering Rocks] [11744] He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.
[Wandering Rocks] [11746] --There he is, by God, he said, arse and pockets.
[Wandering Rocks] [11749] the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards them at an
[Wandering Rocks] [11752] As he came near Mr Dedalus greeted:
[Wandering Rocks] [11759] figure. Then, turning to Father Cowley with a nod, he muttered
[Wandering Rocks] [11767] He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on his roomy clothes from
[Wandering Rocks] [11783] --Aw! he said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11789] He turned to both.
[Wandering Rocks] [11801] --Come along with me to the subsheriff's office, he said. I want to show
[Wandering Rocks] [11811] of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the
[Wandering Rocks] [11814] --What few days? he boomed. Hasn't your landlord distrained for rent?
[Wandering Rocks] [11816] --He has, Father Cowley said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11825] --You can tell Barabbas from me, Ben Dollard said, that he can put that
[Wandering Rocks] [11828] He led Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk.
[Wandering Rocks] [11830] --Filberts I believe they were, Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his
[Wandering Rocks] [11844] He signed to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the reins and set on
[Wandering Rocks] [11877] --I'll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted, elegantly.
[Wandering Rocks] [11903] The tall form of long John Fanning filled the doorway where he stood.
[Wandering Rocks] [11908] Long John Fanning made no way for them. He removed his large Henry Clay
[Wandering Rocks] [11912] --Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? he
[Wandering Rocks] [11916] about their damned Irish language. Where was the marshal, he wanted to
[Wandering Rocks] [11933] --O, my corns! he said plaintively. Come upstairs for goodness' sake till
[Wandering Rocks] [11936] Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning's flank and
[Wandering Rocks] [11944] --Decent little soul he was, Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long
[Wandering Rocks] [11957] cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street,
[Wandering Rocks] [11979] --Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.
[Wandering Rocks] [11993] When she had gone he said, laughing:
[Wandering Rocks] [12000] --I'm sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds
[Wandering Rocks] [12009] --You should see him, he said, when his body loses its balance. Wandering
[Wandering Rocks] [12012] --I am sure he has an IDEE FIXE, Haines said, pinching his chin
[Wandering Rocks] [12018] --They drove his wits astray, he said, by visions of hell. He will never
[Wandering Rocks] [12020] death and the ruddy birth. That is his tragedy. He can never be a poet.
[Wandering Rocks] [12028] Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her
[Wandering Rocks] [12031] --He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, amid
[Wandering Rocks] [12033] retribution. Rather strange he should have just that fixed idea. Does he
[Wandering Rocks] [12036] He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped
[Wandering Rocks] [12038] over its smoking pith. He bit off a soft piece hungrily.
[Wandering Rocks] [12040] --Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write something
[Wandering Rocks] [12044] Still, I shouldn't wonder if he did after all.
[Wandering Rocks] [12046] He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.
[Wandering Rocks] [12048] --This is real Irish cream I take it, he said with forbearance.
[Wandering Rocks] [12070] At the corner of Wilde's house he halted, frowned at Elijah's name
[Wandering Rocks] [12073] bared he muttered:
[Wandering Rocks] [12077] He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word.
[Wandering Rocks] [12079] As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his
[Wandering Rocks] [12084] --God's curse on you, he said sourly, whoever you are! You're blinder nor
[Wandering Rocks] [12092] pawing the pound and a half of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, porksteaks he
[Wandering Rocks] [12101] milliner, stopped him. He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to
[Wandering Rocks] [12108] left turned as he turned. That's me in mourning. When is it? May the
[Wandering Rocks] [12109] twentysecond. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right
[Wandering Rocks] [12111] up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall,
[Wandering Rocks] [12114] him for one time he found out.
[Wandering Rocks] [12123] and a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was
[Wandering Rocks] [12129] his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down. The
[Wandering Rocks] [12131] to it. He met schoolboys with satchels. I'm not going tomorrow either,
[Wandering Rocks] [12132] stay away till Monday. He met other schoolboys. Do they notice I'm in
[Wandering Rocks] [12143] heavylooking. How was that? The last night pa was boosed he was standing
[Wandering Rocks] [12145] to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt. Never see him
[Wandering Rocks] [12146] again. Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to be a
[Wandering Rocks] [12147] good son to ma. I couldn't hear the other things he said but I saw his
[Wandering Rocks] [12149] my father. I hope he's in purgatory now because he went to confession to
[Wandering Rocks] [12169] with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough
[Wandering Rocks] [12216] in his ear the tidings. Understanding, he shifted his tomes to his left
[Wandering Rocks] [12229] of indigo serge. His hands in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he
[Wandering Rocks] [12258] drove with his following towards Lower Mount street. He passed a blind
[Sirens] [12321] When first he saw. Alas!
[Sirens] [12358] Naminedamine. Preacher is he:
[Sirens] [12364] Amen! He gnashed in fury.
[Sirens] [12447] unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And
[Sirens] [12449] --There's your teas, he said.
[Sirens] [12465] --Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as he retreated as she
[Sirens] [12466] threatened as he had come.
[Sirens] [12472] --Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll
[Sirens] [12525] --For your what? says he.
[Sirens] [12535] --Here he was, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters,
[Sirens] [12552] could not see. That fellow spoke. A student. After with Dedalus' son. He
[Sirens] [12610] rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.
[Sirens] [12614] He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?
[Sirens] [12618] He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.
[Sirens] [12632] He was.
[Sirens] [12634] --Well now I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they christened
[Sirens] [12640] --Well now, he mused, whatever you say yourself. I think I'll trouble you
[Sirens] [12650] brought pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two
[Sirens] [12653] --By Jove, he mused, I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must be
[Sirens] [12657] Yes. He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid's, into
[Sirens] [12672] --He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said.
[Sirens] [12678] He asked. She answered:
[Sirens] [12685] --No. He was not.
[Sirens] [12692] No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind
[Sirens] [12698] notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, plappering flatly:
[Sirens] [12703] He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.
[Sirens] [12705] He sighed aside:
[Sirens] [12709] He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.
[Sirens] [12713] --Who may he be? Mr Dedalus asked.
[Sirens] [12717] --Who may he be? he asked. Can you ask? Stephen, the youthful bard.
[Sirens] [12723] --I see, he said. I didn't recognise him for the moment. I hear he is
[Sirens] [12726] He had.
[Sirens] [12729] Mooney's EN VILLE and in Mooney's SUR MER. He had received the rhino for
[Sirens] [12732] He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes:
[Sirens] [12742] --That must have been highly diverting, said he. I see.
[Sirens] [12744] He see. He drank. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Set down
[Sirens] [12747] He looked towards the saloon door.
[Sirens] [12756] --Didn't he, miss Kennedy? The real classical, you know. And blind too,
[Sirens] [12757] poor fellow. Not twenty I'm sure he was.
[Sirens] [12761] He drank and strayed away.
[Sirens] [12774] Upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the
[Sirens] [12775] oblique triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed
[Sirens] [12786] For Raoul. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a
[Sirens] [12806] tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. A call again. That he now
[Sirens] [12811] popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with Miss
[Sirens] [12830] --But look this way, he said, rose of Castile.
[Sirens] [12837] --Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.
[Sirens] [12845] Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he
[Sirens] [12852] unconquered hero. See me he might. The seat he sat on: warm. Black wary
[Sirens] [12859] He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She
[Sirens] [12872] Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting.
[Sirens] [12900] He pitched a broad coin down. Coin rang.
[Sirens] [12904] --Fortune, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.
[Sirens] [12906] --Sceptre will win in a canter, he said.
[Sirens] [12930] --Let's hear the time, he said.
[Sirens] [12934] tables. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat attending, a table
[Sirens] [12935] near the door. Be near. At four. Has he forgotten? Perhaps a trick. Not
[Sirens] [12940] --Go on, pressed Lenehan. There's no-one. He never heard.
[Sirens] [12952] He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.
[Sirens] [12995] He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.
[Sirens] [13005] --Got the horn or what? he said. Wait. I'm coming.
[Sirens] [13007] He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the
[Sirens] [13013] instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Alf
[Sirens] [13032] He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them (hold that fellow with
[Sirens] [13033] the: hold him now) into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool.
[Sirens] [13036] Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered, he
[Sirens] [13050] pensive (why did he go so quick when I?) about her bronze, over the bar
[Sirens] [13062] He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.
[Sirens] [13067] They laughed all three. He had no wed. All trio laughed. No wedding
[Sirens] [13073] He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried
[Sirens] [13081] Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the
[Sirens] [13084] --I knew he was on the rocks, he said. The wife was playing the piano in
[Sirens] [13095] --Merrion square style. Balldresses, by God, and court dresses. He
[Sirens] [13107] name he.
[Sirens] [13132] He puffed a pungent plumy blast.
[Sirens] [13140] Pat served, uncovered dishes. Leopold cut liverslices. As said before he
[Sirens] [13143] bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.
[Sirens] [13164] He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.
[Sirens] [13169] In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He
[Sirens] [13182] not in the least. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by bronze
[Sirens] [13189] someone is. Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a
[Sirens] [13191] porkers. Molly did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across the
[Sirens] [13196] Knows whatever note you play. Bad breath he has, poor chap. Stopped.
[Sirens] [13212] Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together,
[Sirens] [13225] harps. I. He. Old. Young.
[Sirens] [13235] Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long
[Sirens] [13236] arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he
[Sirens] [13264] --Here, Simon, I'll accompany you, he said. Get up.
[Sirens] [13271] Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: SONNAMBULA. He
[Sirens] [13277] Backache he. Bright's bright eye. Next item on the programme. Paying the
[Sirens] [13286] Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived: never. In
[Sirens] [13303] there. Blackbird I heard in the hawthorn valley. Taking my motives he
[Sirens] [13305] sweet the answer. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he whistled.
[Sirens] [13318] He knows it well too. Or he feels. Still harping on his daughter. Wise
[Sirens] [13323] Now begging letters he sends his son with. Crosseyed Walter sir I did sir.
[Sirens] [13354] --Si Dedalus' voice, he said.
[Sirens] [13360] to hear, for he was hard of hear by the door.
[Sirens] [13380] his feet. When will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He
[Sirens] [13391] Glorious tone he has still. Cork air softer also their brogue. Silly man!
[Sirens] [13393] wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he doesn't
[Sirens] [13423] wait. How first he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to part,
[Sirens] [13452] he waited. Where? Here there try there here all try where. Somewhere.
[Sirens] [13463] long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame,