Ulysses by James Joyce

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

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[Telemachus] [19] towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and
[Telemachus] [20] shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms
[Telemachus] [37] awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there
[Telemachus] [44] He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering
[Telemachus] [45] about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and
[Telemachus] [47] pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips.
[Telemachus] [51] He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,
[Telemachus] [54] propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and
[Telemachus] [76] Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.
[Telemachus] [84] He shaved warily over his chin.
[Telemachus] [87] his guncase?
[Telemachus] [96] Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped down
[Telemachus] [97] from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.
[Telemachus] [113] He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair
[Telemachus] [128] He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's
[Telemachus] [141] He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant
[Telemachus] [142] smile curled his lips.
[Telemachus] [149] Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against
[Telemachus] [150] his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coat-sleeve.
[Telemachus] [151] Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in
[Telemachus] [161] Buck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade.
[Telemachus] [168] Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip.
[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] [184] Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its
[Telemachus] [192] in sunlight now radiant on the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and
[Telemachus] [193] the edges of his white glittering teeth. Laughter seized all his strong
[Telemachus] [208] --The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If
[Telemachus] [215] Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with him
[Telemachus] [216] round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had
[Telemachus] [222] Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The
[Telemachus] [227] not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or
[Telemachus] [231] Cranly's arm. His arm.
[Telemachus] [242] ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the
[Telemachus] [248] gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, pushes his mower on
[Telemachus] [260] water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm quietly.
[Telemachus] [266] He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow,
[Telemachus] [267] fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of
[Telemachus] [268] anxiety in his eyes.
[Telemachus] [270] Stephen, depressed by his own voice, said:
[Telemachus] [294] He shook his constraint from him nervously.
[Telemachus] [310] which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly:
[Telemachus] [318] Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel.
[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] [325] the fever of his cheeks.
[Telemachus] [336] and come on down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.
[Telemachus] [338] His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level
[Telemachus] [344] His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of the
[Telemachus] [386] Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset his
[Telemachus] [410] staircase, calling again. Stephen, still trembling at his soul's cry,
[Telemachus] [421] His head disappeared and reappeared.
[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] [480] looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and sat down
[Telemachus] [505] --The blessings of God on you! Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from his
[Telemachus] [532] He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled
[Telemachus] [533] on his knife.
[Telemachus] [539] He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his
[Telemachus] [554] --Charming! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and
[Telemachus] [555] blinking his eyes pleasantly. Do you think she was? Quite charming!
[Telemachus] [557] Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a hoarsened
[Telemachus] [566] He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.
[Telemachus] [661] Buck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust thickly
[Telemachus] [662] buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to search his
[Telemachus] [668] rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his
[Telemachus] [695] expects that every man this day will do his duty.
[Telemachus] [714] loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke:
[Telemachus] [734] Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of the
[Telemachus] [752] Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen's arm.
[Telemachus] [762] He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown, saying
[Telemachus] [765] --Mulligan is stripped of his garments.
[Telemachus] [767] He emptied his pockets on to the table.
[Telemachus] [771] And putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them,
[Telemachus] [772] chiding them, and to his dangling watchchain. His hands plunged and
[Telemachus] [773] rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief. God,
[Telemachus] [777] his talking hands.
[Telemachus] [792] Stephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out
[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] [813] --To the secretary of state for war, Stephen added over his shoulder.
[Telemachus] [828] He turned to Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his
[Telemachus] [839] Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own
[Telemachus] [844] Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending in
[Telemachus] [852] Buck Mulligan, walking forward again, raised his hands.
[Telemachus] [858] HIS BASE INTO THE SEA, ISN'T IT?
[Telemachus] [861] speak. In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in cheap
[Telemachus] [876] them, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes, from which he had
[Telemachus] [878] doll's head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and began
[Telemachus] [898] to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like fins or
[Telemachus] [908] He capered before them down towards the forty-foot hole, fluttering his
[Telemachus] [910] that bore back to them his brief birdsweet cries.
[Telemachus] [916] believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of
[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] [937] sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang
[Telemachus] [938] it open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk
[Telemachus] [939] towards Stephen in the shell of his hands.
[Telemachus] [948] He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his side.
[Telemachus] [949] Its ferrule followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels. My
[Telemachus] [952] that key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt bread. Give him
[Telemachus] [953] the key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes.
[Telemachus] [973] --The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and
[Telemachus] [976] Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke.
[Telemachus] [984] the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts,
[Telemachus] [990] warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the Son with the
[Telemachus] [992] African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the Father was Himself His own
[Telemachus] [1019] a stone, in shirtsleeves, his unclipped tie rippling over his shoulder. A
[Telemachus] [1020] young man clinging to a spur of rock near him, moved slowly frogwise his
[Telemachus] [1032] Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots. An elderly man shot up near
[Telemachus] [1034] glistening on his pate and on its garland of grey hair, water rilling
[Telemachus] [1035] over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black sagging
[Telemachus] [1039] and Stephen, crossed himself piously with his thumbnail at brow and lips
[Telemachus] [1042] --Seymour's back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur of
[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] [1070] He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his
[Telemachus] [1091] Stephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped
[Telemachus] [1102] His plump body plunged.
[Telemachus] [1125] the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head, a
[Nestor] [1159] hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his officers,
[Nestor] [1160] leaned upon his spear. Any general to any officers. They lend ear.
[Nestor] [1171] between his palms at whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to
[Nestor] [1172] the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy's breath. Welloff people, proud
[Nestor] [1178] his classmates, silly glee in profile. In a moment they will laugh more
[Nestor] [1200] drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A
[Nestor] [1201] jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a
[Nestor] [1228] his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text:
[Nestor] [1239] had read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night. By his elbow a
[Nestor] [1259] His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again,
[Nestor] [1261] these craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer's heart and lips
[Nestor] [1272] Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel.
[Nestor] [1314] Stephen, his throat itching, answered:
[Nestor] [1316] --The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.
[Nestor] [1330] open copybook. His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of
[Nestor] [1331] unreadiness and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up pleading.
[Nestor] [1332] On his cheek, dull and bloodless, a soft stain of ink lay, dateshaped,
[Nestor] [1335] He held out his copybook. The word SUMS was written on the
[Nestor] [1337] with blind loops and a blot. Cyril Sargent: his name and seal.
[Nestor] [1356] squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood drained from
[Nestor] [1357] her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in life? His mother's
[Nestor] [1362] and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur,
[Nestor] [1366] Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by
[Nestor] [1368] askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the
[Nestor] [1384] word of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a faint hue
[Nestor] [1385] of shame flickering behind his dull skin. AMOR MATRIS: subjective and
[Nestor] [1387] and hid from sight of others his swaddling bands.
[Nestor] [1391] lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent, stony
[Nestor] [1401] He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
[Nestor] [1402] copybook back to his bench.
[Nestor] [1409] In the corridor his name was heard, called from the playfield.
[Nestor] [1419] him. He turned his angry white moustache.
[Nestor] [1428] And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice
[Nestor] [1434] closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed
[Nestor] [1444] A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his
[Nestor] [1449] He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It
[Nestor] [1453] --Two, he said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away.
[Nestor] [1455] And now his strongroom for the gold. Stephen's embarrassed hand
[Nestor] [1463] --Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox about in his hand.
[Nestor] [1472] haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers.
[Nestor] [1492] --Because you don't save, Mr Deasy said, pointing his finger. You don't
[Nestor] [1499] He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man's stare.
[Nestor] [1506] The seas' ruler. His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay: it seems
[Nestor] [1509] --That on his empire, Stephen said, the sun never sets.
[Nestor] [1512] tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail.
[Nestor] [1514] --I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest boast. I PAID
[Nestor] [1530] Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his savingsbox.
[Nestor] [1541] --You think me an old fogey and an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I
[Nestor] [1560] --PER VIAS RECTAS, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. He voted for it
[Nestor] [1561] and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do so.
[Nestor] [1576] He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and
[Nestor] [1577] read off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter.
[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] [1593] --Full stop, Mr Deasy bade his keys. But prompt ventilation of this
[Nestor] [1596] Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among
[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] [1653] He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a
[Nestor] [1663] His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in
[Nestor] [1687] He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell
[Nestor] [1698] Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
[Nestor] [1706] --A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
[Nestor] [1708] Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose
[Nestor] [1709] tweaked between his fingers. Looking up again he set them free.
[Nestor] [1725] Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.
[Nestor] [1737] Mr Deasy shook his head.
[Nestor] [1764] --Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket.
[Nestor] [1767] --Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I like
[Nestor] [1770] --Good morning, sir, Stephen said again, bowing to his bent back.
[Nestor] [1775] toothless terrors. Still I will help him in his fight. Mulligan will dub
[Nestor] [1786] Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.
[Nestor] [1798] A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a
[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
[Nestor] [1805] On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung
[Proteus] [1816] was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his
[Proteus] [1822] Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and
[Proteus] [1827] o'er his base, fell through the NEBENEINANDER ineluctably! I am getting on
[Proteus] [1829] My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, NEBENEINANDER.
[Proteus] [1873] his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality. Illstarred
[Proteus] [1874] heresiarch' In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. With
[Proteus] [1875] beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower of a
[Proteus] [1882] I mustn't forget his letter for the press. And after? The Ship, half
[Proteus] [1887] His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara's or not? My
[Proteus] [1889] Stephen lately? No? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his aunt
[Proteus] [1893] De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer and his brother,
[Proteus] [1895] sirring his father, no less! Sir. Yes, sir. No, sir. Jesus wept: and no
[Proteus] [1909] In his broad bed nuncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over
[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] [1917] common searches and a writ of DUCES TECUM. A bogoak frame over his bald
[Proteus] [1918] head: Wilde's REQUIESCAT. The drone of his misleading whistle brings
[Proteus] [1951] His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the air,
[Proteus] [1952] his fists bigdrumming on his padded knees.
[Proteus] [1956] Houses of decay, mine, his and all. You told the Clongowes gentry
[Proteus] [1960] whom? The hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close. A hater of his
[Proteus] [1961] kind ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the
[Proteus] [1962] moon, his eyeballs stars. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. The oval equine
[Proteus] [1965] CALVE, UT NE AMPLIUS DECALVERIS. A garland of grey hair on his comminated
[Proteus] [1974] Dringadring! And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own
[Proteus] [1976] invincible doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his
[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] [1995] Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful.
[Proteus] [2003] The grainy sand had gone from under his feet. His boots trod again a
[Proteus] [2006] Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward
[Proteus] [2028] Lent it to his friend.
[Proteus] [2078] His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows,
[Proteus] [2085] Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife's lover's wife, the kerchiefed
[Proteus] [2093] fingers smeared with printer's ink, sipping his green fairy as Patrice his
[Proteus] [2099] fellow I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call it his
[Proteus] [2101] breaths and grumbling gorges. His breath hangs over our saucestained
[Proteus] [2102] plates, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips. Of Ireland, the
[Proteus] [2104] pimander, good shepherd of men. To yoke me as his yokefellow, our crimes
[Proteus] [2105] our common cause. You're your father's son. I know the voice. His fustian
[Proteus] [2106] shirt, sanguineflowered, trembles its Spanish tassels at his secrets. M.
[Proteus] [2119] facebones under his peep of day boy's hat. How the head centre got away,
[Proteus] [2126] he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the walls
[Proteus] [2129] Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Making his day's stations, the
[Proteus] [2130] dingy printingcase, his three taverns, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short
[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] [2163] panthersahib and his pointer. Call: no answer. He lifted his feet up from
[Proteus] [2171] sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant
[Proteus] [2184] Lord, is he going to attack me? Respect his liberty. You will not be
[Proteus] [2219] my feet. I want his life still to be his, mine to be mine. A drowning man.
[Proteus] [2220] His human eyes scream to me out of horror of his death. I ... With him
[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] [2232] barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. They serpented towards his
[Proteus] [2241] his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a
[Proteus] [2242] calf's gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed, stalked
[Proteus] [2250] The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless
[Proteus] [2254] against it. He trotted forward and, lifting again his hindleg, pissed
[Proteus] [2255] quick short at an unsmelt rock. The simple pleasures of the poor. His
[Proteus] [2256] hindpaws then scattered the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved.
[Proteus] [2257] Something he buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the sand,
[Proteus] [2259] again with a fury of his claws, soon ceasing, a pard, a panther, got in
[Proteus] [2268] Shouldering their bags they trudged, the red Egyptians. His blued
[Proteus] [2270] muffler strangling his unshaven neck. With woman steps she followed: the
[Proteus] [2271] ruffian and his strolling mort. Spoils slung at her back. Loose sand and
[Proteus] [2273] Behind her lord, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. When night hides
[Proteus] [2289] IS. Language no whit worse than his. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on
[Proteus] [2302] storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth to her mouth's
[Proteus] [2309] His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air: mouth to her
[Proteus] [2310] moomb. Oomb, allwombing tomb. His mouth moulded issuing breath,
[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] [2321] his augur's rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea,
[Proteus] [2327] of the temple out of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems
[Proteus] [2351] scribbled note and pencil into a pock his hat. His hat down on his eyes.
[Proteus] [2352] That is Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep.
[Proteus] [2361] His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck's castoffs,
[Proteus] [2366] soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. His arm: Cranly's arm. He
[Proteus] [2396] spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly. God
[Proteus] [2400] stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun.
[Proteus] [2411] He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still.
[Proteus] [2423] His hand groped vainly in his pockets. No, I didn't. Better buy one.
[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] [2441] liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of
[Calypso] [2444] Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting
[Calypso] [2467] the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his knees.
[Calypso] [2514] And when he had heard his voice say it he added:
[Calypso] [2531] His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and
[Calypso] [2532] his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Stamps: stickyback
[Calypso] [2534] The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high
[Calypso] [2538] On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there. In
[Calypso] [2549] that light suit. Make a picnic of it. His eyelids sank quietly often as
[Calypso] [2573] of Ireland. He prolonged his pleased smile. Ikey touch that: homerule sun
[Calypso] [2584] ad. Still he knows his own business best. There he is, sure enough, my
[Calypso] [2585] bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching the
[Calypso] [2587] to a tee with his eyes screwed up. Do you know what I'm going to tell
[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] [2630] half of Denny's sausages. His eyes rested on her vigorous hips. Woods his
[Calypso] [2647] hands. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his
[Calypso] [2648] will, his soft subject gaze at rest. The crooked skirt swinging, whack by
[Calypso] [2665] down his nose: they never understand. Sodachapped hands. Crusted toenails
[Calypso] [2667] disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast. For another: a
[Calypso] [2673] His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket.
[Calypso] [2674] Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on
[Calypso] [2680] A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his gaze
[Calypso] [2715] you know just to salute bit of a bore. His back is like that Norwegian
[Calypso] [2734] Grey horror seared his flesh. Folding the page into his pocket he turned
[Calypso] [2735] into Eccles street, hurrying homeward. Cold oils slid along his veins,
[Calypso] [2736] chilling his blood: age crusting him with a salt cloak. Well, I am here
[Calypso] [2750] them. Mrs Marion Bloom. His quickened heart slowed at once. Bold hand.
[Calypso] [2755] Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm
[Calypso] [2770] Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her
[Calypso] [2805] sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the chipped eggcup.
[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] [2826] little mirror in his silk hat. The night Milly brought it into the
[Calypso] [2833] upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.
[Calypso] [2835] Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on
[Calypso] [2960] He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes
[Calypso] [2970] into his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat. Done
[Calypso] [2972] in the gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about some young
[Calypso] [2973] student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side, reading it
[Calypso] [2975] raising it to his mouth.
[Calypso] [2989] young student comes here some evenings named Bannon his cousins or
[Calypso] [3008] His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. Excuse bad writing.
[Calypso] [3014] to wash down his meal. Then he read the letter again: twice.
[Calypso] [3033] Seaside girls. Torn envelope. Hands stuck in his trousers' pockets,
[Calypso] [3046] A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. Will happen,
[Calypso] [3062] He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up,
[Calypso] [3063] undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him.
[Calypso] [3074] his armpit, went to the door and opened it. The cat went up in soft
[Calypso] [3100] brillantined hair over his collar. Just had a wash and brushup. Wonder
[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] [3111] through a chink up at the nextdoor windows. The king was in his
[Calypso] [3114] Asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over
[Calypso] [3115] on his bared knees. Something new and easy. No great hurry. Keep it a
[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] [3131] glanced back through what he had read and, while feeling his water flow
[Calypso] [3148] Why? I noticed he had a good rich smell off his breath dancing. No use
[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] [3188] By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal
[Lotus-Eaters] [3191] if he smokes he won't grow. O let him! His life isn't such a bed of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3196] Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. Singing with his eyes shut. Corny.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3205] Kernan. Couldn't ask him at a funeral, though. While his eyes still read
[Lotus-Eaters] [3206] blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3207] right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. Very warm morning.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3208] Under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather
[Lotus-Eaters] [3209] headband inside his high grade ha. Just there. His right hand came down
[Lotus-Eaters] [3210] into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3211] headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3213] So warm. His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3214] hair. Then he put on his hat again, relieved: and read again: choice
[Lotus-Eaters] [3224] saw in that picture somewhere? Ah yes, in the dead sea floating on his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3229] school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college curriculum.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3237] from his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a baton and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3238] tapped it at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. Careless air:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3248] poster with soldiers of all arms on parade: and held the tip of his baton
[Lotus-Eaters] [3249] against his nostrils, smelling freshprinted rag paper. No answer
[Lotus-Eaters] [3252] The postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3261] Answered anyhow. He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3274] that would mend matters. His hand went into his pocket and a forefinger
[Lotus-Eaters] [3276] Women will pay a lot of heed, I don't think. His fingers drew forth the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3277] letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something
[Lotus-Eaters] [3293] His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3312] still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her, searched his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3320] --I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and what do
[Lotus-Eaters] [3324] Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath
[Lotus-Eaters] [3325] his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3385] Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3407] M'Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3432] rivetted edges, double action lever lock. Bob Cowley lent him his for the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3447] Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the multicoloured
[Lotus-Eaters] [3456] where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice and puts his fingers on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3457] his face.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3459] Nathan's voice! His son's voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who left his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3460] father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3461] father and left the God of his father.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3465] Poor papa! Poor man! I'm glad I didn't go into the room to look at his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3482] He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3501] them. Mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her. Open it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3535] and placed it in his heart pocket. Language of flowers. They like it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3541] read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3544] Weak joy opened his lips. Changed since the first letter. Wonder
[Lotus-Eaters] [3552] Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3557] Flat Dublin voices bawled in his head. Those two sluts that night in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3595] his shirt four times a day, they say. Skin breeds lice or vermin. A
[Lotus-Eaters] [3603] An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, coach after coach.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3604] Barrels bumped in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside. The
[Lotus-Eaters] [3610] porch he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again
[Lotus-Eaters] [3620] them. Buddha their god lying on his side in the museum. Taking it easy
[Lotus-Eaters] [3621] with hand under his cheek. Josssticks burning. Not like Ecce Homo. Crown
[Lotus-Eaters] [3640] thing in his hands. He stopped at each, took out a communion, shook a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3652] its corner, nursing his hat and newspaper. These pots we have to wear. We
[Lotus-Eaters] [3669] affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn't know what to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3670] do to. Bald spot behind. Letters on his back: I.N.R.I? No: I.H.S.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3678] invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the communion
[Lotus-Eaters] [3722] sat back quietly in his bench. The priest came down from the altar,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3728] Mr Bloom put his face forward to catch the words. English. Throw
[Lotus-Eaters] [3737] Husband learn to his surprise. God's little joke. Then out she comes.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3743] Bequests also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3746] the witnessbox. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3782] affair. O well, poor fellow, it's not his fault. When was it I got it made
[Lotus-Eaters] [3791] Living all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. All his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3839] Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3848] He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3849] the coolwrappered soap in his left hand.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3851] At his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3855] Shaved off his moustache again, by Jove! Long cold upper lip. To
[Lotus-Eaters] [3860] soap? Dandruff on his shoulders. Scalp wants oiling.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3865] He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3866] Barber's itch. Tight collar he'll lose his hair. Better leave him the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3876] Bantam Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3878] --What's that? his sharp voice said.
[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
[Lotus-Eaters] [3922] his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush
[Hades] [3930] Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking
[Hades] [3932] him, curving his height with care.
[Hades] [3998] --Was that Mulligan cad with him? His FIDUS ACHATES!
[Hades] [4002] --Down with his aunt Sally, I suppose, Mr Dedalus said, the Goulding
[Hades] [4010] calls the firm. His jokes are getting a bit damp. Great card he was.
[Hades] [4012] landlady's two hats pinned on his head. Out on the rampage all night.
[Hades] [4013] Beginning to tell on him now: that backache of his, I fear. Wife ironing
[Hades] [4014] his back. Thinks he'll cure it with pills. All breadcrumbs they are.
[Hades] [4018] contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by all accounts. His name stinks
[Hades] [4019] all over Dublin. But with the help of God and His blessed mother I'll make
[Hades] [4020] it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother or his
[Hades] [4022] tickle his catastrophe, believe you me.
[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] [4032] hand on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the
[Hades] [4033] house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. My son. Me in his eyes.
[Hades] [4046] --Ten minutes, Martin Cunningham said, looking at his watch.
[Hades] [4060] He closed his left eye. Martin Cunningham began to brush away
[Hades] [4061] crustcrumbs from under his thighs.
[Hades] [4069] buttonless leather of the seats. Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned
[Hades] [4076] Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Glad I took that bath. Feel my feet
[Hades] [4084] of his beard gently.
[Hades] [4102] Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.
[Hades] [4115] A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of
[Hades] [4125] Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun,
[Hades] [4133] gently. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.
[Hades] [4136] him off to his face.
[Hades] [4141] --Immense, Martin Cunningham said pompously. HIS SINGING OF THAT SIMPLE
[Hades] [4154] Mr Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. That book I must
[Hades] [4164] his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month's mind: Quinlan.
[Hades] [4175] the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry fled.
[Hades] [4186] would lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job
[Hades] [4205] --How do you do? Martin Cunningham said, raising his palm to his brow
[Hades] [4212] --Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.
[Hades] [4219] Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right
[Hades] [4229] He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant
[Hades] [4255] Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and
[Hades] [4257] Woman. Must be his deathday. For many happy returns. The carriage
[Hades] [4260] Oot: a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares, his
[Hades] [4265] Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume
[Hades] [4269] O'Callaghan on his last legs.
[Hades] [4277] His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power's goodlooking face. Greyish
[Hades] [4292] of Elvery's Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his spine.
[Hades] [4294] --In all his pristine beauty, Mr Power said.
[Hades] [4300] Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as
[Hades] [4305] His eyes met Mr Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:
[Hades] [4309] Mr Bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his companions' faces.
[Hades] [4330] Mr Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.
[Hades] [4334] Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely:
[Hades] [4349] saving his son's life.
[Hades] [4372] --The Lord forgive me! Mr Power said, wiping his wet eyes with his
[Hades] [4374] he was in his usual health that I'd be driving after him like this. He's
[Hades] [4382] He tapped his chest sadly.
[Hades] [4422] his bones. Over the stones. Only a pauper. Nobody owns.
[Hades] [4426] --But the worst of all, Mr Power said, is the man who takes his own life.
[Hades] [4428] Martin Cunningham drew out his watch briskly, coughed and put it back.
[Hades] [4439] Mr Bloom, about to speak, closed his lips again. Martin Cunningham's
[Hades] [4443] used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it
[Hades] [4446] wife of his. Setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the
[Hades] [4459] He looked away from me. He knows. Rattle his bones.
[Hades] [4465] streaks on his face. Had slipped down to the foot of the bed. Verdict:
[Hades] [4503] --Huuuh! the drover's voice cried, his switch sounding on their flanks.
[Hades] [4560] here on the way back to drink his health. Pass round the consolation.
[Hades] [4573] Water rushed roaring through the sluices. A man stood on his
[Hades] [4578] on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of
[Hades] [4586] Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his brown straw
[Hades] [4610] grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown
[Hades] [4620] Murdered his brother. Or so they said.
[Hades] [4646] Cunningham put out his arm and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the
[Hades] [4647] door open with his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus
[Hades] [4650] Change that soap now. Mr Bloom's hand unbuttoned his hip pocket
[Hades] [4651] swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief
[Hades] [4652] pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other
[Hades] [4657] Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit.
[Hades] [4661] He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed,
[Hades] [4672] with his plume skeowways. Dull eye: collar tight on his neck, pressing on
[Hades] [4697] --His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham whispered. Had the
[Hades] [4757] behind. He put down his name for a quid.
[Hades] [4767] behind the boy with the wreath looking down at his sleekcombed hair and
[Hades] [4768] at the slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar. Poor boy! Was he
[Hades] [4772] the chapel. Which end is his head?
[Hades] [4779] and, when all had knelt, dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper from his
[Hades] [4780] pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. He fitted his black hat gently on
[Hades] [4781] his left knee and, holding its brim, bent over piously.
[Hades] [4784] a door. The whitesmocked priest came after him, tidying his stole with one
[Hades] [4785] hand, balancing with the other a little book against his toad's belly.
[Hades] [4788] They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book
[Hades] [4791] Father Coffey. I knew his name was like a coffin. DOMINE-NAMINE.
[Hades] [4803] the gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please. Eyes of a toad
[Hades] [4838] The priest closed his book and went off, followed by the server.
[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] [4861] in his walk. Mr Power took his arm.
[Hades] [4868] Corny Kelleher stepped aside from his rank and allowed the mourners to
[Hades] [4873] Mr Bloom closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head.
[Hades] [4901] with his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections.
[Hades] [4908] fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his
[Hades] [4916] He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman's shoulders. With
[Hades] [4926] know his face.
[Hades] [4931] soprano. She's his wife.
[Hades] [4955] the grasses, raised his hat in homage. The gravediggers touched their
[Hades] [4968] Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his back.
[Hades] [4974] They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes inclined his ear. The
[Hades] [4975] caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke in
[Hades] [5009] Fancy being his wife. Wonder he had the gumption to propose to any girl.
[Hades] [5027] He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field
[Hades] [5029] or kneeling you couldn't. Standing? His head might come up some day above
[Hades] [5030] ground in a landslip with his hand pointing. All honeycombed the ground
[Hades] [5032] edgings. His garden Major Gamble calls Mount Jerome. Well, so it is.
[Hades] [5037] his price. Well preserved fat corpse, gentleman, epicure, invaluable
[Hades] [5054] Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his heart. The one about the
[Hades] [5062] of mourning first. Hard to imagine his funeral. Seems a sort of a joke.
[Hades] [5070] The caretaker put the papers in his pocket. The barrow had ceased to
[Hades] [5075] Burying him. We come to bury Caesar. His ides of March or June.
[Hades] [5079] Always someone turns up you never dreamt of. A fellow could live on his
[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] [5091] Poor Dignam! His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of
[Hades] [5098] Irishman's house is his coffin. Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same
[Hades] [5101] Mr Bloom stood far back, his hat in his hand, counting the bared
[Hades] [5109] mine turned by Mesias. Hello. It's dyed. His wife I forgot he's not
[Hades] [5110] married or his landlady ought to have picked out those threads for him.
[Hades] [5123] The boy by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly
[Hades] [5131] hid all your life. The death struggle. His sleep is not natural. Press his
[Hades] [5132] lower eyelid. Watching is his nose pointed is his jaw sinking are the
[Hades] [5133] soles of his feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on the
[Hades] [5135] him a woman. Dying to embrace her in his shirt. Last act of LUCIA.
[Hades] [5141] We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you're well
[Hades] [5151] in on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all
[Hades] [5161] The caretaker moved away a few paces and put on his hat. Had
[Hades] [5163] themselves without show. Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly
[Hades] [5165] his ground, he traversed the dismal fields.
[Hades] [5167] Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ah, the names. But he
[Hades] [5170] --I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your
[Hades] [5193] his name?
[Hades] [5211] spades. All uncovered again for a few instants. The boy propped his wreath
[Hades] [5212] against a corner: the brother-in-law his on a lump. The gravediggers put
[Hades] [5215] haft a long tuft of grass. One, leaving his mates, walked slowly on with
[Hades] [5217] another coiled the coffinband. His navelcord. The brother-in-law, turning
[Hades] [5218] away, placed something in his free hand. Thanks in silence. Sorry, sir:
[Hades] [5234] Hynes shook his head.
[Hades] [5237] of him. Peace to his ashes.
[Hades] [5239] Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels,
[Hades] [5245] be at his grave. Ten shillings for the gardener. He keeps it free of
[Hades] [5246] weeds. Old man himself. Bent down double with his shears clipping. Near
[Hades] [5268] The Sacred Heart that is: showing it. Heart on his sleeve. Ought to be
[Hades] [5298] Emmet was buried here by torchlight, wasn't he? Making his rounds.
[Hades] [5332] Solicitor, I think. I know his face. Menton, John Henry, solicitor,
[Hades] [5333] commissioner for oaths and affidavits. Dignam used to be in his office.
[Hades] [5335] the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really. Yes, Menton. Got his rag out
[Hades] [5341] Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.
[Hades] [5352] off his hat, bulged out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his
[Hades] [5353] coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on his head again.
[Hades] [5357] John Henry Menton jerked his head down in acknowledgment.
[Hades] [5363] Martin could wind a sappyhead like that round his little finger, without
[Hades] [5364] his seeing it.
[Aeolus] [5399] polished. Parked in North Prince's street His Majesty's vermilion
[Aeolus] [5419] in a large capecoat, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out
[Aeolus] [5420] with a roll of papers under his cape, a king's courier.
[Aeolus] [5428] his ear, we can do him one.
[Aeolus] [5443] Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a
[Aeolus] [5448] step: back. All his brains are in the nape of his neck, Simon Dedalus
[Aeolus] [5452] --Don't you think his face is like Our Saviour? Red Murray whispered.
[Aeolus] [5465] Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Hand on his
[Aeolus] [5476] --His grace phoned down twice this morning, Red Murray said gravely.
[Aeolus] [5495] packing paper. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards
[Aeolus] [5506] Smash a man to atoms if they got him caught. Rule the world today. His
[Aeolus] [5516] Strange he never saw his real country. Ireland my country. Member
[Aeolus] [5546] Mr Bloom stood in his way.
[Aeolus] [5549] pointing backward with his thumb.
[Aeolus] [5565] Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti's desk.
[Aeolus] [5573] The foreman moved his pencil towards it.
[Aeolus] [5582] began to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket.
[Aeolus] [5584] --Like that, Mr Bloom said, crossing his forefingers at the top.
[Aeolus] [5594] Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew
[Aeolus] [5604] Better not teach him his own business.
[Aeolus] [5609] The foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched
[Aeolus] [5638] Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin Cunningham
[Aeolus] [5639] forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to
[Aeolus] [5645] I should have said when he clapped on his topper. Thank you. I ought
[Aeolus] [5647] said. Looks as good as new now. See his phiz then.
[Aeolus] [5662] TELEGRAPH. Where's what's his name?
[Aeolus] [5664] He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines.
[Aeolus] [5672] Mr Bloom took up his cutting. Time to get out.
[Aeolus] [5691] have put through his hands in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads,
[Aeolus] [5692] speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. Nearing the end of his tether now.
[Aeolus] [5701] He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.
[Aeolus] [5703] that. mangiD kcirtaP. Poor papa with his hagadah book, reading
[Aeolus] [5704] backwards with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year in Jerusalem. Dear, O
[Aeolus] [5713] to see with his fingers.
[Aeolus] [5729] He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose. Citronlemon? Ah, the
[Aeolus] [5730] soap I put there. Lose it out of that pocket. Putting back his
[Aeolus] [5732] hip pocket of his trousers.
[Aeolus] [5761] about that, Simon? he asked over the fringe of his newspaper. How's that
[Aeolus] [5764] --Changing his drink, Mr Dedalus said.
[Aeolus] [5766] Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on his knees, repeating:
[Aeolus] [5777] hungered, made ready to nibble the biscuit in his other hand.
[Aeolus] [5781] Old Chatterton, the vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his
[Aeolus] [5782] greatgranduncle. Close on ninety they say. Subleader for his death written
[Aeolus] [5801] --Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With an
[Aeolus] [5806] --Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked.
[Aeolus] [5831] J. J. O'Molloy shook his head.
[Aeolus] [5849] his sanctum with Lenehan.
[Aeolus] [5874] --Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he
[Aeolus] [5884] HIS NATIVE DORIC
[Aeolus] [5895] He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy
[Aeolus] [5896] moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers.
[Aeolus] [5910] him Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow. Daughter engaged to that
[Aeolus] [5925] --Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink
[Aeolus] [5945] his toecaps.
[Aeolus] [5955] --Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet face.
[Aeolus] [5964] He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking
[Aeolus] [5965] off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant
[Aeolus] [5977] to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder.
[Aeolus] [6047] --My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt? I'm in a
[Aeolus] [6052] He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee:
[Aeolus] [6075] leaning against the mantelshelf, had propped his head on his hand,
[Aeolus] [6085] --He'll get that advertisement, the professor said, staring through his
[Aeolus] [6100] you'll kick. O, my rib risible! Taking off his flat spaugs and the walk.
[Aeolus] [6104] feet past the fireplace to J. J. O'Molloy who placed the tissues in his
[Aeolus] [6115] He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket,
[Aeolus] [6116] jingling his keys in his back pocket. They jingled then in the air and
[Aeolus] [6117] against the wood as he locked his desk drawer.
[Aeolus] [6131] O'Molloy opened his case again and offered it.
[Aeolus] [6135] The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry on his brow.
[Aeolus] [6143] The professor grinned, locking his long lips.
[Aeolus] [6155] Myles Crawford blew his first puff violently towards the ceiling.
[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] [6242] --O, I know him, Myles Crawford said, and I knew his wife too. The
[Aeolus] [6252] --Ay, a grass one, Myles Crawford said, his eye running down the
[Aeolus] [6253] typescript. Emperor's horses. Habsburg. An Irishman saved his life on the
[Aeolus] [6255] von Tirconnell in Ireland. Sent his heir over to make the king an Austrian
[Aeolus] [6287] A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long
[Aeolus] [6327] Lenehan extended his hands in protest.
[Aeolus] [6339] fell back with grace on his umbrella, feigning a gasp.
[Aeolus] [6343] Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling
[Aeolus] [6346] The professor, returning by way of the files, swept his hand across
[Aeolus] [6395] Stephen raised his eyes to the bold unheeding stare.
[Aeolus] [6403] --You can do it, Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in emphasis.
[Aeolus] [6406] that was a pressman for you. That was a pen. You know how he made his
[Aeolus] [6418] --NEW YORK WORLD, the editor said, excitedly pushing back his straw hat.
[Aeolus] [6440] He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.
[Aeolus] [6455] His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.
[Aeolus] [6460] The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock's wattles. An illstarched
[Aeolus] [6461] dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his
[Aeolus] [6533] His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.
[Aeolus] [6565] --My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false
[Aeolus] [6569] Edmund Burke? Ignatius Gallaher we all know and his Chapelizod boss,
[Aeolus] [6570] Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his American cousin of the Bowery
[Aeolus] [6579] --Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his
[Aeolus] [6586] his blood. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe.
[Aeolus] [6601] By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the
[Aeolus] [6618] Pause. J. J. O'Molloy took out his cigarettecase.
[Aeolus] [6622] Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar.
[Aeolus] [6632] J. J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words:
[Aeolus] [6640] His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall.
[Aeolus] [6648] Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed.
[Aeolus] [6649] He took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O'Molloy offered his case to
[Aeolus] [6650] Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his
[Aeolus] [6679] --You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his
[Aeolus] [6690] say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the
[Aeolus] [6694] He closed his long thin lips an instant but, eager to be on, raised an
[Aeolus] [6695] outspanned hand to his spectacles and, with trembling thumb and
[Aeolus] [6705] prepared his speech I do not believe for there was not even one
[Aeolus] [6706] shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy
[Aeolus] [6710] His gaze turned at once but slowly from J. J. O'Molloy's towards
[Aeolus] [6711] Stephen's face and then bent at once to the ground, seeking. His unglazed
[Aeolus] [6712] linen collar appeared behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair.
[Aeolus] [6716] Briefly, as well as I can bring them to mind, his words were these.
[Aeolus] [6718] He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more.
[Aeolus] [6730] His listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear, their smokes
[Aeolus] [6731] ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our
[Aeolus] [6768] A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it
[Aeolus] [6800] sheltered within his voice. Dead noise. Akasic records of all that ever
[Aeolus] [6821] Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally's lunge of his
[Aeolus] [6829] He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.
[Aeolus] [6922] Myles Crawford appeared on the steps, his hat aureoling his scarlet face,
[Aeolus] [6925] --Come along, the professor cried, waving his arm.
[Aeolus] [6954] puffing, and taking the cutting from his pocket. I spoke with Mr Keyes
[Aeolus] [6959] library. House of keys, don't you see? His name is Keyes. It's a play on
[Aeolus] [6969] his arm for emphasis. Tell him that straight from the stable.
[Aeolus] [6974] today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in muck
[Aeolus] [6977] --Well, Mr Bloom said, his eyes returning, if I can get the design I
[Aeolus] [6985] --He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his
[Aeolus] [6995] --NULLA BONA, Jack, he said, raising his hand to his chin. I'm up to
[Aeolus] [7094] --Call it, wait, the professor said, opening his long lips wide to
[Aeolus] [7112] held his peace.
[Aeolus] [7117] through the meshes of his wry smile.
[Lestrygonians] [7137] Bad for their tummies. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty
[Lestrygonians] [7138] the King. God. Save. Our. Sitting on his throne sucking red jujubes white.
[Lestrygonians] [7149] His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Are you saved? All are
[Lestrygonians] [7160] Paying game. Torry and Alexander last year. Polygamy. His wife will
[Lestrygonians] [7184] him. Does himself well. No guests. All for number one. Watching his water.
[Lestrygonians] [7185] Bring your own bread and butter. His reverence: mum's the word.
[Lestrygonians] [7228] His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand.
[Lestrygonians] [7239] Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his
[Lestrygonians] [7251] His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor
[Lestrygonians] [7281] Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Think no more about
[Lestrygonians] [7303] Wisdom Hely's. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his
[Lestrygonians] [7304] foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. Our staple
[Lestrygonians] [7315] of black celluloid. His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under
[Lestrygonians] [7339] port into his soup before the flag fell. Bobbob lapping it for the inner
[Lestrygonians] [7364] after practice. Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache. Gave her that
[Lestrygonians] [7372] her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell concerts.
[Lestrygonians] [7435] there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me
[Lestrygonians] [7496] He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent.
[Lestrygonians] [7523] His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. His tongue clacked in
[Lestrygonians] [7539] skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a
[Lestrygonians] [7540] stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride.
[Lestrygonians] [7546] --His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr
[Lestrygonians] [7561] hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs. Blown in from the bay. Like old
[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] [7565] Meshuggah. Off his chump.
[Lestrygonians] [7575] office. His oyster eyes staring at the postcard. Be a feast for the gods.
[Lestrygonians] [7615] Poor Mrs Purefoy! Methodist husband. Method in his madness.
[Lestrygonians] [7617] Eating with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the minute. And still his
[Lestrygonians] [7621] bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet. The squallers.
[Lestrygonians] [7659] His first bow to the public. Head like a prize pumpkin. Snuffy Dr Murren.
[Lestrygonians] [7675] attack one in pudding time. A punch in his dinner. A squad of others,
[Lestrygonians] [7690] That horsepoliceman the day Joe Chamberlain was given his degree in
[Lestrygonians] [7691] Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His horse's hoofs
[Lestrygonians] [7694] Must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones. I oughtn't to have got
[Lestrygonians] [7714] Duff in his eye. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the
[Lestrygonians] [7736] that a fellow couldn't round on more than his own ring. Sinn Fein. Back
[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] [7769] his notice to quit. They buy the place up with gold and still they
[Lestrygonians] [7791] meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a
[Lestrygonians] [7793] uniform since he got the job. Charley Kavanagh used to come out on his
[Lestrygonians] [7796] pain. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. He'd look nice on the
[Lestrygonians] [7797] city charger. Drop into the D.B.C. probably for his coffee, play chess
[Lestrygonians] [7798] there. His brother used men as pawns. Let them all go to pot. Afraid to
[Lestrygonians] [7799] pass a remark on him. Freeze them up with that eye of his. That's the
[Lestrygonians] [7800] fascination: the name. All a bit touched. Mad Fanny and his other sister
[Lestrygonians] [7824] His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle, a
[Lestrygonians] [7825] listening woman at his side. Coming from the vegetarian. Only
[Lestrygonians] [7849] and have a chat with young Sinclair? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his
[Lestrygonians] [7859] His lids came down on the lower rims of his irides. Can't see it. If you
[Lestrygonians] [7862] He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right
[Lestrygonians] [7864] completely. The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. Must
[Lestrygonians] [7873] professor Joly or learn up something about his family. That would do to:
[Lestrygonians] [7875] proud to be descended from some king's mistress. His foremother. Lay it on
[Lestrygonians] [7882] His hand fell to his side again.
[Lestrygonians] [7902] With a keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the street here
[Lestrygonians] [7903] middle of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. On his annual bend,
[Lestrygonians] [7909] him good. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran
[Lestrygonians] [7910] the Queen's. Broth of a boy. Dion Boucicault business with his
[Lestrygonians] [7912] time flies, eh? Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Drinkers,
[Lestrygonians] [7915] white hat. His parboiled eyes. Where is he now? Beggar somewhere. The harp
[Lestrygonians] [7925] Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Muslin
[Lestrygonians] [7941] He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today
[Lestrygonians] [7955] A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain
[Lestrygonians] [7976] His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink
[Lestrygonians] [7977] gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens. See the
[Lestrygonians] [7985] young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. New
[Lestrygonians] [7987] him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. A man spitting back on his
[Lestrygonians] [8004] His gorge rose.
[Lestrygonians] [8007] all before him, old chap picking his tootles. Slight spasm, full, chewing
[Lestrygonians] [8013] his nose.
[Lestrygonians] [8019] That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life
[Lestrygonians] [8021] from his three hands. Tear it limb from limb. Second nature to him. Born
[Lestrygonians] [8022] with a silver knife in his mouth. That's witty, I think. Or no. Silver
[Lestrygonians] [8026] bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard. Well
[Lestrygonians] [8027] up: it splashed yellow near his boot. A diner, knife and fork upright,
[Lestrygonians] [8029] across his stained square of newspaper. Other chap telling him something
[Lestrygonians] [8030] with his mouth full. Sympathetic listener. Table talk. I munched hum un
[Lestrygonians] [8033] Mr Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his lips. His eyes said:
[Lestrygonians] [8046] Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.
[Lestrygonians] [8056] Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his
[Lestrygonians] [8060] batch with his. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them all. Have rows
[Lestrygonians] [8087] What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff?
[Lestrygonians] [8089] --Hello, Bloom, Nosey Flynn said from his nook.
[Lestrygonians] [8099] Ham and his descendants musterred and bred there. Potted meats. What is
[Lestrygonians] [8104] Ought to be tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect.
[Lestrygonians] [8130] Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.
[Lestrygonians] [8134] Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear. Flap ears to match.
[Lestrygonians] [8149] Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. MR MACTRIGGER. Easier
[Lestrygonians] [8150] than the dreamy creamy stuff. HIS FIVE HUNDRED WIVES. HAD THE TIME OF
[Lestrygonians] [8163] --Ay, now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand in his pocket to
[Lestrygonians] [8164] scratch his groin. Who is this was telling me? Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed
[Lestrygonians] [8168] He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock
[Lestrygonians] [8171] His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, yearned more longly,
[Lestrygonians] [8176] He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to
[Lestrygonians] [8177] speed it, set his wineglass delicately down.
[Lestrygonians] [8190] Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass. No, snuffled it
[Lestrygonians] [8198] shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring's
[Lestrygonians] [8210] Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of
[Lestrygonians] [8211] disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his
[Lestrygonians] [8212] wine soothed his palate. Not logwood that. Tastes fuller this weather with
[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] [8244] Mr Bloom, champing, standing, looked upon his sigh. Nosey
[Lestrygonians] [8246] let him forget. Go and lose more. Fool and his money. Dewdrop coming down
[Lestrygonians] [8257] Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that badly. Felt so off
[Lestrygonians] [8258] colour. His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy
[Lestrygonians] [8277] off his own head? Cheapest lunch in town. Of course aristocrats, then the
[Lestrygonians] [8285] butcher, right to venisons of the forest from his ex. Send him back the
[Lestrygonians] [8297] money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a
[Lestrygonians] [8298] cheque think he was painting the landscape with his mouth twisted.
[Lestrygonians] [8304] Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress
[Lestrygonians] [8306] memory. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Hidden under wild ferns
[Lestrygonians] [8329] His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab. Beauty:
[Lestrygonians] [8344] Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to do
[Lestrygonians] [8345] there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked,
[Lestrygonians] [8349] When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book:
[Lestrygonians] [8371] wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home
[Lestrygonians] [8372] to his better half. She's well nourished, I tell you. Plovers on toast.
[Lestrygonians] [8376] Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.
[Lestrygonians] [8381] --How so? Davy Byrne asked, coming from his book.
[Lestrygonians] [8409] Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes:
[Lestrygonians] [8415] off when the fun gets too hot. Didn't you see him look at his watch? Ah,
[Lestrygonians] [8423] put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due. O, Bloom
[Lestrygonians] [8424] has his good points. But there's one thing he'll never do.
[Lestrygonians] [8426] His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog.
[Lestrygonians] [8433] plaining hand on his claret waistcoat.
[Lestrygonians] [8454] For answer Tom Rochford pressed his hand to his breastbone and hiccupped.
[Lestrygonians] [8460] Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.
[Lestrygonians] [8464] He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead snip.
[Lestrygonians] [8485] Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.
[Lestrygonians] [8500] Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth
[Lestrygonians] [8507] coasted warily. Ruminants. His second course. Their upper jaw they move.
[Lestrygonians] [8508] Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything with that invention of his?
[Lestrygonians] [8525] turned back his thoughts. They could: and watch it all the way down,
[Lestrygonians] [8529] time with his insides entrails on show. Science.
[Lestrygonians] [8566] A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. No
[Lestrygonians] [8571] The blind stripling did not answer. His wallface frowned weakly. He moved
[Lestrygonians] [8572] his head uncertainly.
[Lestrygonians] [8579] his brillantined hair just when I was. Horse drooping. Driver in John
[Lestrygonians] [8580] Long's. Slaking his drouth.
[Lestrygonians] [8599] Stains on his coat. Slobbers his food, I suppose. Tastes all different
[Lestrygonians] [8600] for him. Have to be spoonfed first. Like a child's hand, his hand. Like
[Lestrygonians] [8602] has a name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs: tired drudge
[Lestrygonians] [8603] get his doze. That's right. Clear. Behind a bull: in front of a horse.
[Lestrygonians] [8611] The blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on his way, drawing his
[Lestrygonians] [8619] Dublin he must have, tapping his way round by the stones. Could he walk
[Lestrygonians] [8640] all on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his mind's eye.
[Lestrygonians] [8641] The voice, temperatures: when he touches her with his fingers must almost
[Lestrygonians] [8642] see the lines, the curves. His hands on her hair, for instance. Say it
[Lestrygonians] [8651] his ears. Again. Fibres of fine fine straw. Then gently his finger felt
[Lestrygonians] [8652] the skin of his right cheek. Downy hair there too. Not smooth enough. The
[Lestrygonians] [8657] Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat and
[Lestrygonians] [8658] trousers and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his
[Lestrygonians] [8661] He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to.
[Lestrygonians] [8672] After his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Old legal cronies cracking a
[Lestrygonians] [8674] I sentenced him to ten years. I suppose he'd turn up his nose at that
[Lestrygonians] [8676] Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder's court. Wellmeaning old
[Lestrygonians] [8683] Hello, placard. Mirus bazaar. His Excellency the lord lieutenant.
[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] [8702] Didn't see me perhaps. Light in his eyes.
[Lestrygonians] [8704] The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold statues:
[Lestrygonians] [8711] His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Sir Thomas
[Lestrygonians] [8716] His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, read unfolded Agendath
[Lestrygonians] [8730] His hand looking for the where did I put found in his hip pocket soap
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8756] he gave his large ear all to the attendant's words: heard them: and was
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8762] before his death.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8781] Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his greencapped desklamp sought the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8807] --All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8824] can see him, a model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8845] Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light. He bore in his hand with grace
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8849] the afterlife of his princely soul, the improbable, insignificant and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8857] --Which of the two, Stephen asked, would have banished me from his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8867] Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8884] --The peatsmoke is going to his head, John Eglinton opined.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8886] We feel in England. Penitent thief. Gone. I smoked his baccy. Green
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8906] His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8931] in his palms. Nine lives are taken off for his father's one. Our Father
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8936] Cranly, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8964] John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to judge.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8986] has studied HAMLET all the years of his life which were not vanity in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8993] bidding him list. To a son he speaks, the son of his soul, the prince,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8994] young Hamlet and to the son of his body, Hamnet Shakespeare, who has died
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8995] in Stratford that his namesake may live for ever.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8998] the vesture of buried Denmark, a ghost by death, speaking his own words
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8999] to his own son's name (had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have been
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9068] saw him into and out of the world. She took his first embraces. She bore
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9069] his children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep his eyelids closed
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9070] when he lay on his deathbed.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9078] John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9083] --Bosh! Stephen said rudely. A man of genius makes no mistakes. His
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9093] --Dialectic, Stephen answered: and from his mother how to bring thoughts
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9094] into the world. What he learnt from his other wife Myrto (ABSIT NOMEN!),
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9102] His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to remind, to chide
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9107] He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9109] know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his form, the cry of hounds, the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9113] the writer of ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in
[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] [9128] --Ryefield, Mr Best said brightly, gladly, raising his new book, gladly,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9162] eyes, their pineal glands aglow. Filled with his god, he thrones, Buddh
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9180] Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9181] ashplanthandle over his knee. My casque and sword. Touch lightly with two
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9191] he has genius really? Yeats admired his line: AS IN WILD EARTH A GRECIAN
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9199] his Dulcinea? James Stephens is doing some clever sketches. We are
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9222] The quaker librarian came from the leavetakers. Blushing, his mask said:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9272] private paper, don't you know, of his private life. I mean, I don't care
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9275] He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk, smiling his defiance.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9276] His private papers in the original. TA AN BAD AR AN TIR. TAIM IN MO
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9293] and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where it was
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9308] Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9333] --A child, a girl, placed in his arms, Marina.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9353] --Does he? What does Mr Sidney Lee, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9357] that which was lost. What was lost is given back to him: his daughter's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9364] --Will he not see reborn in her, with the memory of his own youth added,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9370] --His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9372] images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in them
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9377] --I hope Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the enlightenment of the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9379] Bernard Shaw. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris. His articles on
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9400] his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9406] even his own understanding of himself. A like fate awaits him and the two
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9416] endowed with knowledge by his creator. That is why the speech (his lean
[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] [9426] who is the substance of his shadow, the son consubstantial with the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9441] Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a bauble.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9448] Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who, put upon by His fiends,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9451] and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the right hand of His
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9457] He lifts his hands. Veils fall. O, flowers! Bells with bells with bells
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9461] Mr Mulligan, I'll be bound, has his theory too of the play and of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9470] A flying sunny smile rayed in his loose features.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9487] (His Highness not His Lordship) by saint Patrick.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9490] lifting his brilliant notebook. That PORTRAIT OF MR W. H. where he proves
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9497] --I mean, for Willie Hughes, Mr Best said, amending his gloss easily. Of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9502] His glance touched their faces lightly as he smiled, a blond ephebe. Tame
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9525] Buck Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile. Then, his head
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9526] wagging, he came near, drew a folded telegram from his pocket. His mobile
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9560] you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He's out in pampooties to murder
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9573] brandishing a winebottle. C'EST VENDREDI SAINT! Murthering Irish. His
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9578] -- ... in which everyone can find his own. So Mr Justice Madden in his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9608] dark figure following his hasty heels.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9616] --What's his name? Ikey Moses? Bloom.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9628] than the Greeks. His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9640] equal to that of the lord chancellor of Ireland. His life was rich. His
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9644] when they arrested him, had half a million francs on his back including a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9653] lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, and his dainty birdsnies, lady
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9663] Buck Mulligan, his pious eyes upturned, prayed:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9682] spurned. But the court wanton spurned him for a lord, his dearmylove.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9699] Stephen turned boldly in his chair.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9724] At common law. His legal knowledge was great
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9730] The presents for his granddaughter, for his daughters,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9731] For his sister, for his old cronies in Stratford
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9734] He left her his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9764] from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in his
[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] [9775] No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or his manservant
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9776] or his maidservant or his jackass.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9778] --Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan antiphoned.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9800] read to her his chapbooks preferring them to the MERRY WIVES and, loosing
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9809] worst enemies shall be those of his own house and family. I feel that
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9810] Russell is right. What do we care for his wife or father? I should say
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9812] I feel that the fat knight is his supreme creation.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9819] buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9820] a wand of wilding in his hand.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9825] touched his hand. The voice, new warmth, speaking. Dr Bob Kenny is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9829] evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father's death.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9833] must hold that his seventyyear old mother is the lustful queen. No. The
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9836] mystical estate upon his son. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9862] new male: his growth is his father's decline, his youth his father's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9863] envy, his friend his father's enemy.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9874] field, held that the Father was Himself His Own Son. The bulldog of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9879] his own son merely but, being no more a son, he was and felt himself the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9880] father of all his race, the father of his own grandfather, the father of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9881] his unborn grandson who, by the same token, never was born, for nature,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9889] --Himself his own father, Sonmulligan told himself. Wait. I am big with
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9893] He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9895] --As for his family, Stephen said, his mother's name lives in the forest
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9897] CORIOLANUS. His boyson's death is the deathscene of young Arthur in KING
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9901] another member of his family who is recorded.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9905] The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, quake, his mask, quake, with
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9916] STEPHEN: He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9918] one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9933] To his comrade medical Davy ...
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9935] STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the villain shakebags, Iago,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9937] names. Nay, that last play was written or being written while his brother
[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] [9950] sonnets where there is Will in overplus. Like John o'Gaunt his name is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9953] his glory of greatest shakescene in the country. What's in a name? That
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9955] told is ours. A star, a daystar, a firedrake, rose at his birth. It shone
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9958] which is the signature of his initial among the stars. His eyes watched
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9983] Stephen looked on his hat, his stick, his boots.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9985] STEPHANOS, my crown. My sword. His boots are spoiling the shape of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9997] Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book to say:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10044] took the stuff of his plays. Why did he take them rather than others?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10048] The other four acts of that play hang limply from that first. Of all his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10063] from THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA onward till Prospero breaks his staff,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10064] buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his book. It doubles
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10065] itself in the middle of his life, reflects itself in another, repeats
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10067] itself again when he is near the grave, when his married daughter
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10069] the original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10073] the lines of his last written words, it is petrified on his tombstone
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10080] He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10090] real Carmen. His unremitting intellect is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10103] always been, man and boy, a silent witness and there, his journey of life
[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] [10113] world within as possible. Maeterlinck says: IF SOCRATES LEAVE HIS HOUSE
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10115] TONIGHT IT IS TO JUDAS HIS STEPS WILL TEND. Every life is many days,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10142] Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they fingerponder nightly each his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10161] duke, Piper says, and prove to him that his ancestor wrote the plays.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10162] It will come as a surprise to his grace. But he believes his theory.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10176] Buck Mulligan stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10179] --I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10198] Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10213] His lub back: I followed. I gall his kibe.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10224] O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables. Item: was
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10256] And left the FEMME DE TRENTE ANS. And why no other children born? And his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10261] The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10276] THAT NEVER DARED TO SLAKE HIS DROUTH,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10288] A laugh tripped over his lips.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10307] In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10310] EVERYMAN HIS OWN WIFE
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10350] Part. The moment is now. Where then? If Socrates leave his house
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10354] My will: his will that fronts me. Seas between.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10367] see his eye? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee, ancient
[Wandering Rocks] [10397] The superior, the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth
[Wandering Rocks] [10398] watch in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps. Five to
[Wandering Rocks] [10404] A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his
[Wandering Rocks] [10407] reverend John Conmee S. J. Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his
[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] [10444] his way. Beyond a doubt. He loved Ireland, he said, and he loved the
[Wandering Rocks] [10452] was his name? Jack Sohan. And his name? Ger. Gallaher. And the other
[Wandering Rocks] [10453] little man? His name was Brunny Lynam. O, that was a very nice name to
[Wandering Rocks] [10456] Father Conmee gave a letter from his breast to Master Brunny Lynam
[Wandering Rocks] [10489] shutup free church on his left. The reverend T. R. Greene B.A. will (D.V.)
[Wandering Rocks] [10502] Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked. Saint
[Wandering Rocks] [10504] Conmee raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament. Virtuous: but occasionally
[Wandering Rocks] [10511] saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop.
[Wandering Rocks] [10525] hay. A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee and Father Conmee
[Wandering Rocks] [10550] sixpence and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his
[Wandering Rocks] [10552] usually made his visit when one had carelessly thrown away the ticket.
[Wandering Rocks] [10558] Conmee had finished explaining and looked down. His wife, Father
[Wandering Rocks] [10585] men and of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African mission
[Wandering Rocks] [10590] millions of human souls created by God in His Own likeness to whom the
[Wandering Rocks] [10596] conductor and saluted in his turn.
[Wandering Rocks] [10605] Father Conmee, walking, thought of his little book OLD TIMES IN THE
[Wandering Rocks] [10634] Father Conmee, reading his office, watched a flock of muttoning
[Wandering Rocks] [10635] clouds over Rathcoffey. His thinsocked ankles were tickled by the stubble
[Wandering Rocks] [10638] He was their rector: his reign was mild.
[Wandering Rocks] [10640] Father Conmee drew off his gloves and took his rededged breviary out.
[Wandering Rocks] [10645] Father Conmee read in secret PATER and AVE and crossed his breast.
[Wandering Rocks] [10654] raised his cap abruptly: the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care
[Wandering Rocks] [10657] Father Conmee blessed both gravely and turned a thin page of his
[Wandering Rocks] [10665] Corny Kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced with his
[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] [10675] Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed, his hat
[Wandering Rocks] [10676] downtilted, chewing his blade of hay.
[Wandering Rocks] [10678] Constable 57C, on his beat, stood to pass the time of day.
[Wandering Rocks] [10686] Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth
[Wandering Rocks] [10701] Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he growled
[Wandering Rocks] [10716] sourly at the unheeding windows, sank his head and swung himself forward
[Wandering Rocks] [10724] gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.
[Wandering Rocks] [10726] He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head
[Wandering Rocks] [10756] Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked
[Wandering Rocks] [10789] The lacquey rang his bell.
[Wandering Rocks] [10842] from his fob and held it at its chain's length.
[Wandering Rocks] [10863] Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket.
[Wandering Rocks] [10874] The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with his tie
[Wandering Rocks] [10882] red flower between his smiling teeth.
[Wandering Rocks] [10904] --SACRIFIZIO INCRUENTO, Stephen said smiling, swaying his ashplant in slow
[Wandering Rocks] [10917] His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly. Human eyes. They gazed
[Wandering Rocks] [10923] --ARRIVEDERLA, MAESTRO, Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand was
[Wandering Rocks] [10962] swells never took his eyes off her. Hope to goodness he won't keep me here
[Wandering Rocks] [10988] --Hello, Jack, is that yourself? Ned Lambert said, raising in salute his
[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] [11039] He stood to read the card in his hand.
[Wandering Rocks] [11050] Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the air.
[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] [11164] gentle pushes of his toe from the path to the gutter. Fellow might damn
[Wandering Rocks] [11211] He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.
[Wandering Rocks] [11221] Lenehan linked his arm warmly.
[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] [11240] delight, his body shrinking, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips.
[Wandering Rocks] [11258] Lenehan walked on again. He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his
[Wandering Rocks] [11285] Onions of his breath came across the counter out of his ruined
[Wandering Rocks] [11287] his unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain.
[Wandering Rocks] [11303] He read where his finger opened.
[Wandering Rocks] [11322] Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yielded
[Wandering Rocks] [11323] amply amid rumpled clothes: whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils
[Wandering Rocks] [11339] curtains. The shopman's uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven
[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] [11358] The lacquey by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell
[Wandering Rocks] [11366] The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it:
[Wandering Rocks] [11375] row. He halted near his daughter.
[Wandering Rocks] [11383] Dilly shrugged her shoulders. Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them
[Wandering Rocks] [11389] He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his
[Wandering Rocks] [11390] shoulders and dropping his underjaw.
[Wandering Rocks] [11394] Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache.
[Wandering Rocks] [11401] --You got some, Dilly said, looking in his eyes.
[Wandering Rocks] [11403] --How do you know that? Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.
[Wandering Rocks] [11425] He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.
[Wandering Rocks] [11429] The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs.
[Wandering Rocks] [11435] The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his bell
[Wandering Rocks] [11465] He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.
[Wandering Rocks] [11532] Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. High colour, of course.
[Wandering Rocks] [11533] Grizzled moustache. Returned Indian officer. Bravely he bore his stumpy
[Wandering Rocks] [11534] body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Is that Ned
[Wandering Rocks] [11539] Aham! Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath. Good
[Wandering Rocks] [11540] drop of gin, that was. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his
[Wandering Rocks] [11561] Denis Breen with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John Henry
[Wandering Rocks] [11562] Menton's office, led his wife over O'Connell bridge, bound for the office
[Wandering Rocks] [11570] then. One of those fellows got his hand nailed to the table by a dagger.
[Wandering Rocks] [11577] sham squire, with his violet gloves gave him away. Course they were on
[Wandering Rocks] [11591] His Excellency! Too bad! Just missed that by a hair. Damn it! What a
[Wandering Rocks] [11613] Old Russell with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it
[Wandering Rocks] [11614] and held it at the point of his Moses' beard. Grandfather ape gloating on
[Wandering Rocks] [11636] Stephen went down Bedford row, the handle of the ash clacking against his
[Wandering Rocks] [11638] Sayers held his eye. Staring backers with square hats stood round the
[Wandering Rocks] [11640] each to other his bulbous fists. And they are throbbing: heroes' hearts.
[Wandering Rocks] [11652] Father Conmee, having read his little hours, walked through the hamlet of
[Wandering Rocks] [11721] brushed his moustache often downward with a scooping hand.
[Wandering Rocks] [11739] his neck.
[Wandering Rocks] [11744] He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.
[Wandering Rocks] [11750] amble, scratching actively behind his coattails.
[Wandering Rocks] [11767] He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on his roomy clothes from
[Wandering Rocks] [11770] --They were made for a man in his health, Ben, anyhow.
[Wandering Rocks] [11799] his joyful fingers in the air.
[Wandering Rocks] [11810] Ben Dollard halted and stared, his loud orifice open, a dangling button
[Wandering Rocks] [11811] of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the
[Wandering Rocks] [11812] heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.
[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] [11831] glasses on his coatfront, following them.
[Wandering Rocks] [11840] The policeman touched his forehead.
[Wandering Rocks] [11850] --Yes, Martin Cunningham said, fingering his beard. I wrote to Father
[Wandering Rocks] [11866] office. I see Bloom put his name down for five shillings.
[Wandering Rocks] [11908] Long John Fanning made no way for them. He removed his large Henry Clay
[Wandering Rocks] [11909] decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their
[Wandering Rocks] [11923] Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.
[Wandering Rocks] [11925] Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to the
[Wandering Rocks] [11926] assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while John Wyse Nolan held his
[Wandering Rocks] [11931] Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot.
[Wandering Rocks] [11959] before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly. In saddles of the leaders,
[Wandering Rocks] [11972] his Panama to Haines:
[Wandering Rocks] [11979] --Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.
[Wandering Rocks] [11981] --Yes, Mulligan said. That's John Howard, his brother, our city marshal.
[Wandering Rocks] [11983] John Howard Parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his grey
[Wandering Rocks] [11984] claw went up again to his forehead whereat it rested. An instant after,
[Wandering Rocks] [11985] under its screen, his eyes looked quickly, ghostbright, at his foe and
[Wandering Rocks] [11998] Haines opened his newbought book.
[Wandering Rocks] [12007] Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.
[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] [12024] this morning on belief. There was something on his mind, I saw. It's
[Wandering Rocks] [12043] --Seems a long way off, Haines said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon.
[Wandering Rocks] [12046] He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.
[Wandering Rocks] [12064] blind stripling tapped his way by the wall of College park.
[Wandering Rocks] [12068] Merrion square, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling.
[Wandering Rocks] [12072] duke's lawn. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun. With ratsteeth
[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] [12081] onwards, having buffeted a thewless body. The blind stripling turned his
[Wandering Rocks] [12107] soldiers half price. I could easy do a bunk on ma. Master Dignam on his
[Wandering Rocks] [12110] and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his collar sticking
[Wandering Rocks] [12111] up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall,
[Wandering Rocks] [12113] the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of
[Wandering Rocks] [12116] Master Dignam got his collar down and dawdled on. The best pucker
[Wandering Rocks] [12129] his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down. The
[Wandering Rocks] [12136] His face got all grey instead of being red like it was and there was a
[Wandering Rocks] [12137] fly walking over it up to his eye. The scrunch that was when they were
[Wandering Rocks] [12144] on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for
[Wandering Rocks] [12145] to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt. Never see him
[Wandering Rocks] [12147] good son to ma. I couldn't hear the other things he said but I saw his
[Wandering Rocks] [12148] tongue and his teeth trying to say it better. Poor pa. That was Mr Dignam,
[Wandering Rocks] [12163] northern quays. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way through
[Wandering Rocks] [12168] the pawnbroker's, at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose
[Wandering Rocks] [12169] with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough
[Wandering Rocks] [12177] on the representative of His Majesty. From its sluice in Wood quay
[Wandering Rocks] [12181] On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, steering his way from the greenhouse
[Wandering Rocks] [12182] for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his
[Wandering Rocks] [12183] hat low. His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. From
[Wandering Rocks] [12201] took his thumbs quickly out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and
[Wandering Rocks] [12202] doffed his cap to her. A charming SOUBRETTE, great Marie Kendall, with
[Wandering Rocks] [12213] hunter watch not looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it. Where the
[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] [12230] offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and the red
[Wandering Rocks] [12231] flower between his lips. As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency
[Wandering Rocks] [12232] drew the attention of his bowing consort to the programme of music which
[Wandering Rocks] [12252] by Trinity's postern a loyal king's man, Hornblower, touched his tallyho
[Wandering Rocks] [12255] topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by
[Wandering Rocks] [12256] porksteak paper. His collar too sprang up. The viceroy, on his way to
[Wandering Rocks] [12258] drove with his following towards Lower Mount street. He passed a blind
[Wandering Rocks] [12261] viceroy's path. At the Royal Canal bridge, from his hoarding, Mr Eugene
[Wandering Rocks] [12262] Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke
[Wandering Rocks] [12265] the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain. On
[Wandering Rocks] [12266] Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually
[Sirens] [12376] His gouty fingers nakkering.
[Sirens] [12405] Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and EAU DE NIL.
[Sirens] [12442] Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his breast the sweets
[Sirens] [12447] unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And
[Sirens] [12473] wring his ear for him a yard long.
[Sirens] [12542] --O! shrieking, miss Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?
[Sirens] [12556] By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.
[Sirens] [12575] his bit of beard!
[Sirens] [12609] Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his
[Sirens] [12649] whisky from her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus
[Sirens] [12688] sandwichbell wound his round body round.
[Sirens] [12721] Mr Dedalus, famous father, laid by his dry filled pipe.
[Sirens] [12730] the labour of his muse.
[Sirens] [12734] --The ELITE of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit, Hugh
[Sirens] [12740] After an interval Mr Dedalus raised his grog and
[Sirens] [12745] his glass.
[Sirens] [12763] --So sad to look at his face, miss Douce condoled.
[Sirens] [12859] He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She
[Sirens] [12890] Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his
[Sirens] [12891] lips, looked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?), and
[Sirens] [12904] --Fortune, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.
[Sirens] [12911] Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's
[Sirens] [12983] Boylan, eyed, eyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drank off his chalice
[Sirens] [12984] tiny, sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. His spellbound eyes went
[Sirens] [12995] He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.
[Sirens] [13024] And Bloom? Let me see. Not make him walk twice. His corns. Four now.
[Sirens] [13034] His gouty paws plumped chords. Plumped, stopped abrupt.
[Sirens] [13061] --A symposium all his own, Mr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn't stop him.
[Sirens] [13081] Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the
[Sirens] [13088] Keogh's gave us the number. Remember? Ben remembered, his broad visage
[Sirens] [13164] He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.
[Sirens] [13192] bed, screaming, kicking. With all his belongings on show. O saints above,
[Sirens] [13200] (a lady's) hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the
[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] [13255] Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting,
[Sirens] [13272] heard Joe Maas sing that one night. Ah, what M'Guckin! Yes. In his way.
[Sirens] [13281] Power. Particular about his drink. Flaw in the glass, fresh Vartry water.
[Sirens] [13284] his fare. Curious types.
[Sirens] [13293] Believes his own lies. Does really. Wonderful liar. But want a good
[Sirens] [13300] Richie cocked his lips apout. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured:
[Sirens] [13301] all. A thrush. A throstle. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's
[Sirens] [13316] Never in all his life had Richie Goulding.
[Sirens] [13318] He knows it well too. Or he feels. Still harping on his daughter. Wise
[Sirens] [13322] Richie once. Jokes old stale now. Wagging his ear. Napkinring in his eye.
[Sirens] [13323] Now begging letters he sends his son with. Crosseyed Walter sir I did sir.
[Sirens] [13367] his remembered lives. Good, good to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to
[Sirens] [13373] the elastic band of his packet. Love's old sweet SONNEZ LA gold. Bloom
[Sirens] [13375] round his troubled double, fourfold, in octave, gyved them fast.
[Sirens] [13380] his feet. When will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He
[Sirens] [13392] Could have made oceans of money. Singing wrong words. Wore out his
[Sirens] [13394] break down. Keep a trot for the avenue. His hands and feet sing too.
[Sirens] [13426] Wish I could see his face, though. Explain better. Why the barber in
[Sirens] [13427] Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass. Still
[Sirens] [13492] And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider
[Sirens] [13493] drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of
[Sirens] [13508] RANK AND FAME: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Good God he never heard in all his
[Sirens] [13513] Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the
[Sirens] [13518] FAME in his, Ned Lambert's, house.
[Sirens] [13528] Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked
[Sirens] [13536] Thou lost one. All songs on that theme. Yet more Bloom stretched his
[Sirens] [13582] mourning. Callous: all for his own gut. Musemathematics. And you think
[Sirens] [13606] Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed
[Sirens] [13609] Down the edge of his FREEMAN baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye,
[Sirens] [13613] Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. He held unfurled his FREEMAN.
[Sirens] [13689] his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He
[Sirens] [13705] Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. Well, sir, the husband
[Sirens] [13709] Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard.
[Sirens] [13824] Ben Dollard's voice. Base barreltone. Doing his level best to say it.
[Sirens] [13837] entered a lonely hall, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told
[Sirens] [13844] still. No eunuch yet with all his belongings.
[Sirens] [13851] He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: MEA CULPA.
[Sirens] [13862] The sighing voice of sorrow sang. His sins. Since Easter he had
[Sirens] [13864] play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he
[Sirens] [13877] best. Remind him of home sweet home. Wiped his nose in curtain too.
[Sirens] [13878] Custom his country perhaps. That's music too. Not as bad as it sounds.
[Sirens] [13887] staring down into her with his operaglass for all he was worth. Beauty
[Sirens] [13891] All gone. All fallen. At the siege of Ross his father, at Gorey all his
[Sirens] [13893] his name and race.
[Sirens] [13900] Hate. Love. Those are names. Rudy. Soon I am old. Big Ben his voice
[Sirens] [13901] unfolded. Great voice Richie Goulding said, a flush struggling in his
[Sirens] [13918] rustling soldier from his cassock. A yeoman captain. They know it all by
[Sirens] [13961] polished knob (she knows his eyes, my eyes, her eyes) her thumb and finger
[Sirens] [13985] At Geneva barrack that young man died. At Passage was his body
[Sirens] [14013] big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes
[Sirens] [14028] Fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his
[Sirens] [14087] (want to have wadding or something in his no don't she cried), then all of
[Sirens] [14133] But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. His vocation:
[Sirens] [14135] after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his
[Sirens] [14148] Shepherd his pipe. Pwee little wee. Policeman a whistle. Locks and keys!
[Cyclops] [14229] and he near drove his gear into my eye. I turned around to let him have
[Cyclops] [14234] chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush?
[Cyclops] [14239] fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and
[Cyclops] [14254] hanging on to his taw now for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny
[Cyclops] [14266] getting his shirt out. HE DRINK ME MY TEAS. HE EAT ME MY SUGARS. BECAUSE
[Cyclops] [14283] vendor to be disposed of at his good will and pleasure until the said
[Cyclops] [14286] vendor, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one part and
[Cyclops] [14287] the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the
[Cyclops] [14296] --Who? says I. Sure, he's out in John of God's off his head, poor man.
[Cyclops] [14298] --Drinking his own stuff? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [14379] --There he is, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his
[Cyclops] [14394] Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he:
[Cyclops] [14401] --I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his
[Cyclops] [14404] So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:
[Cyclops] [14408] And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:
[Cyclops] [14435] his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of
[Cyclops] [14436] his body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in
[Cyclops] [14443] from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the
[Cyclops] [14444] loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered
[Cyclops] [14449] knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of
[Cyclops] [14451] stitched with gut. His nether extremities were encased in high Balbriggan
[Cyclops] [14453] cowhide laced with the windpipe of the same beast. From his girdle hung a
[Cyclops] [14454] row of seastones which jangled at every movement of his portentous frame
[Cyclops] [14480] couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet
[Cyclops] [14483] hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time
[Cyclops] [14498] Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the guts of the fish.
[Cyclops] [14543] scrolls of law and with him his lady wife a dame of peerless lineage,
[Cyclops] [14550] begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his
[Cyclops] [14551] bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife
[Cyclops] [14625] So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket.
[Cyclops] [14662] --You saw his ghost then, says Joe, God between us and harm.
[Cyclops] [14690] by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that
[Cyclops] [14693] levels. In reply to a question as to his first sensations in the great
[Cyclops] [14713] should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been
[Cyclops] [14716] still good. He stated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in
[Cyclops] [14717] the other region and earnestly requested that his desire should be made
[Cyclops] [14724] was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. Wail, Banba, with
[Cyclops] [14734] And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again.
[Cyclops] [14740] And says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest
[Cyclops] [14750] --Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He's over all his troubles.
[Cyclops] [14762] The tear is bloody near your eye. Talking through his bloody hat.
[Cyclops] [14780] So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry
[Cyclops] [14832] And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his
[Cyclops] [14866] And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and
[Cyclops] [14888] and scratching his scabs. And round he goes to Bob Doran that was
[Cyclops] [14900] to bring. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging
[Cyclops] [14907] Curran and she's far from the land. And Bloom, of course, with his
[Cyclops] [14908] knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. Phenomenon!
[Cyclops] [14921] And Bloom with his BUT DON'T YOU SEE? and BUT ON THE OTHER HAND. And sure,
[Cyclops] [14924] after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody
[Cyclops] [14927] --The memory of the dead, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and
[Cyclops] [14957] lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for
[Cyclops] [14970] to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane),
[Cyclops] [14998] from underneath the presidential armchair, it was explained by his legal
[Cyclops] [14999] adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his
[Cyclops] [15001] pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their
[Cyclops] [15007] morning dress and wearing his favourite flower, the GLADIOLUS CRUENTUS.
[Cyclops] [15008] He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so
[Cyclops] [15021] possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by
[Cyclops] [15022] his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi. The learned prelate who
[Cyclops] [15025] of rainwater, his cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the
[Cyclops] [15027] the grim figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a
[Cyclops] [15029] his eyes glowered furiously. As he awaited the fatal signal he
[Cyclops] [15030] tested the edge of his horrible weapon by honing it upon his
[Cyclops] [15032] sheep which had been provided by the admirers of his fell but necessary
[Cyclops] [15051] roomkeepers' association as a token of his regard and esteem. The NEC and
[Cyclops] [15057] kissed passionately all the various suitable areas of his person which the
[Cyclops] [15060] cherish his memory, that she would never forget her hero boy who went to
[Cyclops] [15061] his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling
[Cyclops] [15062] match in Clonturk park. She brought back to his recollection the happy
[Cyclops] [15076] noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex, stepped forward and,
[Cyclops] [15077] presenting his visiting card, bankbook and genealogical tree,
[Cyclops] [15084] names in Albion's history) placed on the finger of his blushing FIANCEE
[Cyclops] [15090] his natural emotion. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive
[Cyclops] [15092] in his immediate ENTOURAGE, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone:
[Cyclops] [15101] a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that
[Cyclops] [15105] down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever
[Cyclops] [15106] see the froth of his pint. And one night I went in with a fellow
[Cyclops] [15113] an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers
[Cyclops] [15136] grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the
[Cyclops] [15137] hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.
[Cyclops] [15143] Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and
[Cyclops] [15148] unturned in his efforts to delucidate and compare the verse recited and has
[Cyclops] [15151] lovesongs with which the writer who conceals his identity under the
[Cyclops] [15217] mortgagee's right till he near had the head of me addled with his
[Cyclops] [15256] Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote the new
[Cyclops] [15258] shawls killed with the laughing, picking his pockets, the bloody
[Cyclops] [15262] Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife, and
[Cyclops] [15277] Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Want a
[Cyclops] [15292] countries and the idol of his own.
[Cyclops] [15296] them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his sheepdip for the
[Cyclops] [15299] Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are
[Cyclops] [15313] Then comes good uncle Leo. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes
[Cyclops] [15379] to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent
[Cyclops] [15409] was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the
[Cyclops] [15411] can sing it. His superb highclass vocalism, which by its superquality
[Cyclops] [15412] greatly enhanced his already international reputation, was vociferously
[Cyclops] [15450] English gold in his pocket.
[Cyclops] [15461] little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. God, he gave
[Cyclops] [15478] his man under, the bout ending with the bulkier man on the ropes, Myler
[Cyclops] [15480] his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and when the bell
[Cyclops] [15485] and his footwork a treat to watch. After a brisk exchange of courtesies
[Cyclops] [15487] from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and
[Cyclops] [15495] --He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he's running
[Cyclops] [15525] of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in
[Cyclops] [15551] and the other give him a leg over the stile. With his name in Stubbs's.
[Cyclops] [15554] Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where n