Ulysses by James Joyce

Leopold Bloom Telemachus
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Wandering Rocks
Oxen of the Sun

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[Telemachus] [32] --For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and
[Telemachus] [59] --My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls. But it has a
[Telemachus] [74] --How long is Haines going to stay in this tower?
[Telemachus] [81] have the real Oxford manner. He can't make you out. O, my name for you is
[Telemachus] [86] --He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. Where is
[Telemachus] [119] original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and
[Telemachus] [139] her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you ...
[Telemachus] [178] Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey
[Telemachus] [204] him not into temptation. And her name is Ursula.
[Telemachus] [213] --It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.
[Telemachus] [219] --It's not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, is it? he said kindly. God
[Telemachus] [235] your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I'll bring
[Telemachus] [256] --Then what is it? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I'm
[Telemachus] [264] --Yes, what is it? Buck Mulligan answered. I don't remember anything.
[Telemachus] [286] --You said, Stephen answered, O, IT'S ONLY DEDALUS WHOSE MOTHER IS
[Telemachus] [292] --Did I say that? he asked. Well? What harm is that?
[Telemachus] [296] --And what is death, he asked, your mother's or yours or my own? You saw
[Telemachus] [413] --Dedalus, come down, like a good mosey. Breakfast is ready. Haines is
[Telemachus] [487] come in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts.
[Telemachus] [493] --What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.
[Telemachus] [503] --That woman is coming up with the milk.
[Telemachus] [506] chair. Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in the bag. Here, I
[Telemachus] [525] --By Jove, it is tea, Haines said.
[Telemachus] [542] --Can you recall, brother, is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken of
[Telemachus] [543] in the Mabinogion or is it in the Upanishads?
[Telemachus] [601] --It is indeed, ma'am, Buck Mulligan said, pouring milk into their cups.
[Telemachus] [620] slights. To the voice that will shrive and oil for the grave all there is
[Telemachus] [627] --Is it French you are talking, sir? the old woman said to Haines.
[Telemachus] [631] --Irish, Buck Mulligan said. Is there Gaelic on you?
[Telemachus] [644] --Grand is no name for it, said Buck Mulligan. Wonderful entirely. Fill
[Telemachus] [657] twopence is seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three
[Telemachus] [658] mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling. That's a
[Telemachus] [659] shilling and one and two is two and two, sir.
[Telemachus] [704] --Is this the day for your monthly wash, Kinch?
[Telemachus] [710] --All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he let honey
[Telemachus] [722] of Irish art is deuced good.
[Telemachus] [744] --Well? Stephen said. The problem is to get money. From whom? From the
[Telemachus] [765] --Mulligan is stripped of his garments.
[Telemachus] [820] the sea. But ours is the OMPHALOS.
[Telemachus] [822] --What is your idea of Hamlet? Haines asked Stephen.
[Telemachus] [835] --You pique my curiosity, Haines said amiably. Is it some paradox?
[Telemachus] [838] It's quite simple. He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is
[Telemachus] [839] Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own
[Telemachus] [849] --We're always tired in the morning, Stephen said to Haines. And it is
[Telemachus] [916] believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of
[Telemachus] [952] that key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt bread. Give him
[Telemachus] [969] --And a third, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs.
[Telemachus] [980] unfairly. It seems history is to blame.
[Telemachus] [1023] --Is the brother with you, Malachi?
[Telemachus] [1051] --Spooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with
[Telemachus] [1054] --Is she up the pole?
[Telemachus] [1067] --My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I'm the UBERMENSCH. Toothless Kinch
[Nestor] [1182] what is a pier.
[Nestor] [1197] --How, sir? Comyn asked. A bridge is across a river.
[Nestor] [1243] brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of
[Nestor] [1244] thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the
[Nestor] [1245] soul is the form of forms. Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent: form of
[Nestor] [1263] tribute. To Caesar what is Caesar's, to God what is God's. A long look
[Nestor] [1292] --This is the riddle, Stephen said:
[Nestor] [1303] What is that?
[Nestor] [1312] --What is it, sir? We give it up.
[Nestor] [1367] algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. Sargent peered
[Nestor] [1391] lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent, stony
[Nestor] [1397] --It is very simple, Stephen said as he stood up.
[Nestor] [1413] --Run on, Stephen said. Mr Deasy is calling you.
[Nestor] [1421] --What is it now? he cried continually without listening.
[Nestor] [1431] --What is the matter? What is it now?
[Nestor] [1439] it was in the beginning, is now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart
[Nestor] [1464] These are handy things to have. See. This is for sovereigns. This is for
[Nestor] [1493] know yet what money is. Money is power. When you have lived as long as I
[Nestor] [1502] but an Englishman too. Do you know what is the pride of the English? Do
[Nestor] [1503] you know what is the proudest word you will ever hear from an
[Nestor] [1507] history is to blame: on me and on my words, unhating.
[Nestor] [1514] --I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest boast. I PAID
[Nestor] [1526] weeks' board. The lump I have is useless.
[Nestor] [1638] cured. It is cured. My cousin, Blackwood Price, writes to me it is
[Nestor] [1646] --Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the
[Nestor] [1651] Old England is dying.
[Nestor] [1666] --A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or
[Nestor] [1667] gentile, is he not?
[Nestor] [1670] the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the
[Nestor] [1688] sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom? He waits to hear from me.
[Nestor] [1690] --History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
[Nestor] [1700] --That is God.
[Nestor] [1739] --Who knows? he said. To learn one must be humble. But life is the great
[Nestor] [1755] M.P. There is a meeting of the cattletraders' association today at the
[Nestor] [1761] --That will do, Mr Deasy said. There is no time to lose. Now I have to
[Proteus] [1819] adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if
[Proteus] [1825] NACHEINANDER. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the
[Proteus] [1858] all flesh. That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in your
[Proteus] [1871] stays about Him. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son
[Proteus] [1872] are consubstantial? Where is poor dear Arius to try conclusions? Warring
[Proteus] [1892] us, Stephen, how is uncle Si? O, weeping God, the things I married into!
[Proteus] [1923] --Malt for Richie and Stephen, tell mother. Where is she?
[Proteus] [1954] This wind is sweeter.
[Proteus] [1958] them, Stephen. Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh's
[Proteus] [1972] And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it.
[Proteus] [1978] bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) and, rising, heard
[Proteus] [1979] (now I am lifting) their two bells (he is kneeling) twang in diphthong.
[Proteus] [1995] Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful.
[Proteus] [2001] that one is at one with one who once ...
[Proteus] [2080] stone mammoth skulls. Gold light on sea, on sand, on boulders. The sun is
[Proteus] [2086] housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand. In Rodot's Yvonne
[Proteus] [2132] gone. Loveless, landless, wifeless. She is quite nicey comfy without her
[Proteus] [2169] The flood is following me. I can watch it flow past from here. Get
[Proteus] [2184] Lord, is he going to attack me? Respect his liberty. You will not be
[Proteus] [2188] you. No, the dog. He is running back to them. Who?
[Proteus] [2197] blood is in me, their lusts my waves. I moved among them on the frozen
[Proteus] [2275] have mired. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of
[Proteus] [2289] IS. Language no whit worse than his. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on
[Proteus] [2331] You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls do you not think?
[Proteus] [2347] me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone.
[Proteus] [2352] That is Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep.
[Proteus] [2357] tawny waters leaves lie wide. Pain is far.
[Proteus] [2392] There he is. Hook it quick. Pull. Sunk though he be beneath the watery
[Proteus] [2413] By the way next when is it Tuesday will be the longest day. Of all the
[Proteus] [2417] That one is going too. Shells. Ought I go to a dentist, I wonder, with
[Proteus] [2418] that money? That one. This. Toothless Kinch, the superman. Why is that, I
[Proteus] [2428] Behind. Perhaps there is someone.
[Calypso] [2478] --Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the
[Calypso] [2494] three times and licked lightly. Wonder is it true if you clip them they
[Calypso] [2501] a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. She lapped
[Calypso] [2548] conducts, reflects, (refracts is it?), the heat. But I couldn't go in
[Calypso] [2584] ad. Still he knows his own business best. There he is, sure enough, my
[Calypso] [2610] and carry five. What is that, a bob here and there, dribs and drabs. On
[Calypso] [2631] name is. Wonder what he does. Wife is oldish. New blood. No followers
[Calypso] [2705] too. Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. And Mastiansky
[Calypso] [2715] you know just to salute bit of a bore. His back is like that Norwegian
[Calypso] [2717] rain. On earth as it is in heaven.
[Calypso] [2739] Blotchy brown brick houses. Number eighty still unlet. Why is that?
[Calypso] [2740] Valuation is only twenty-eight. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur:
[Calypso] [2784] --The kettle is boiling, he said.
[Calypso] [2866] --What time is the funeral?
[Calypso] [2920] --Yes, she said. There's nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the
[Calypso] [2949] --Metempsychosis, he said, is what the ancient Greeks called it. They
[Calypso] [2988] There is to be a concert in the Greville Arms on Saturday. There is a
[Calypso] [3005] the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. Well, God is good, sir. She
[Calypso] [3051] Better where she is down there: away. Occupy her. Wanted a dog to pass
[Calypso] [3088] like that without dung. Household slops. Loam, what is this that is? The
[Calypso] [3096] He walked on. Where is my hat, by the way? Must have put it back on the
[Calypso] [3104] Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Agendath what is it? Now, my miss.
[Calypso] [3147] dancing. Her fansticks clicking. Is that Boylan well off? He has money.
[Calypso] [3165] is the funeral? Better find out in the paper.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3195] Nichols' the undertaker. At eleven it is. Time enough. Daresay Corny
[Lotus-Eaters] [3217] cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. Wonder is it like
[Lotus-Eaters] [3227] body in the water is equal to the weight of the what? Or is it the volume
[Lotus-Eaters] [3228] is equal to the weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High
[Lotus-Eaters] [3230] Cracking curriculum. What is weight really when you say the weight?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3233] gravity of the earth is the weight.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3264] grenadier. Pointed cuffs. There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. Redcoats.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3267] street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Griffith's paper is on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3295] --Is there any ... no trouble I hope? I see you're ...
[Lotus-Eaters] [3297] --O, no, Mr Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3299] --To be sure, poor fellow. So it is. What time?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3305] --I must try to get out there, M'Coy said. Eleven, is it? I only heard it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3316] match. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. Handsome is and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3317] handsome does. Reserved about to yield. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is
[Lotus-Eaters] [3334] dangling. Wellturned foot. What is he foostering over that change for?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3348] filled up. IS IT PADDY DIGNAM? I said. I couldn't believe it when I heard
[Lotus-Eaters] [3375] WHAT IS HOME WITHOUT
[Lotus-Eaters] [3420] would have to go down if the body is found. You just shove in my name if
[Lotus-Eaters] [3445] Wonder is he pimping after me?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3454] was: sixtyfive. And Ristori in Vienna. What is this the right name is? By
[Lotus-Eaters] [3455] Mosenthal it is. Rachel, is it? No. The scene he was always talking about
[Lotus-Eaters] [3463] Every word is so deep, Leopold.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3483] carried. Might just walk into her here. The lane is safer.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3516] what is the real meaning of that word? Are you not happy in your home you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3574] faked for money. He is sitting in their house, talking. Mysterious. Also
[Lotus-Eaters] [3626] out in bluey specs with the sweat rolling off him to baptise blacks, is
[Lotus-Eaters] [3636] to be next some girl. Who is my neighbour? Jammed by the hour to slow
[Lotus-Eaters] [3658] idea behind it, kind of kingdom of God is within you feel. First
[Lotus-Eaters] [3662] steam. Thing is if you really believe in it. Lourdes cure, waters of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3672] it is. And the other one? Iron nails ran in.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3694] atmosphere of the. Quite right. Perfectly right that is.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3713] thick. What kind of voice is it? Must be curious to hear after their own
[Lotus-Eaters] [3775] up. Where is this? Ah yes, the last time. Sweny's in Lincoln place.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3780] He walked southward along Westland row. But the recipe is in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3824] That orangeflower water is so fresh. Nice smell these soaps have. Pure
[Lotus-Eaters] [3853] --Hello, Bloom. What's the best news? Is that today's? Show us a minute.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3863] Lyons said. Where the bugger is it?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3914] stream of life we trace is dearer than them all.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3917] tepid stream. This is my body.
[Hades] [3972] --What way is he taking us? Mr Power asked through both windows.
[Hades] [3987] --Who is that?
[Hades] [3991] --Where is he? Mr Dedalus said, stretching over across.
[Hades] [4017] --He's in with a lowdown crowd, Mr Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan is a
[Hades] [4021] aunt or whatever she is that will open her eye as wide as a gate. I'll
[Hades] [4031] Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to
[Hades] [4063] --What is this, he said, in the name of God? Crumbs?
[Hades] [4111] Leopold, is my last wish. Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave. A
[Hades] [4119] --The weather is changing, he said quietly.
[Hades] [4150] --I did not then, Mr Dedalus said. Where is it?
[Hades] [4161] Peake is that? is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne's? no, Sexton,
[Hades] [4212] --Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.
[Hades] [4220] hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees?
[Hades] [4222] feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that. My nails. I am just
[Hades] [4226] shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of
[Hades] [4234] --How is the concert tour getting on, Bloom?
[Hades] [4242] county Clare on some private business. You see the idea is to tour the
[Hades] [4245] --Quite so, Martin Cunningham said. Mary Anderson is up there now.
[Hades] [4249] --Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom said. O yes, we'll have all
[Hades] [4271] And MADAME. Twenty past eleven. Up. Mrs Fleming is in to clean.
[Hades] [4274] Beautiful on that TRE her voice is: weeping tone. A thrush. A throstle.
[Hades] [4275] There is a word throstle that expresses that.
[Hades] [4279] Only politeness perhaps. Nice fellow. Who knows is that true about the
[Hades] [4281] me, there is no carnal. You would imagine that would get played out pretty
[Hades] [4283] rumpsteak. What is this she was? Barmaid in Jury's. Or the Moira, was it?
[Hades] [4318] --What is that? Mr Dedalus asked. I didn't hear it.
[Hades] [4323] --What? Mr Dedalus asked. That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it?
[Hades] [4340] --For God's sake! Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Is he dead?
[Hades] [4346] --Yes, Mr Bloom said. But the funny part is ...
[Hades] [4396] --No suffering, he said. A moment and all is over. Like dying in sleep.
[Hades] [4426] --But the worst of all, Mr Power said, is the man who takes his own life.
[Hades] [4435] --They say a man who does it is a coward, Mr Dedalus said.
[Hades] [4437] --It is not for us to judge, Martin Cunningham said.
[Hades] [4440] large eyes. Looking away now. Sympathetic human man he is. Intelligent.
[Hades] [4507] Thursday, of course. Tomorrow is killing day. Springers. Cuffe sold
[Hades] [4524] --Yes, Mr Bloom said, and another thing I often thought, is to have
[Hades] [4591] --I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Mr Power said.
[Hades] [4595] --How is that? Martin Cunningham said. Left him weeping, I suppose?
[Hades] [4617] --That is where Childs was murdered, he said. The last house.
[Hades] [4619] --So it is, Mr Dedalus said. A gruesome case. Seymour Bushe got him off.
[Hades] [4633] Murderer is still at large. Clues. A shoelace. The body to be exhumed.
[Hades] [4665] Where is that child's funeral disappeared to?
[Hades] [4671] Coffin now. Got here before us, dead as he is. Horse looking round at it
[Hades] [4687] with their wreaths. Who is that beside them? Ah, the brother-in-law.
[Hades] [4709] Martin is trying to get the youngster into Artane.
[Hades] [4744] --And how is Dick, the solid man?
[Hades] [4750] --Martin is going to get up a whip for the youngsters, Ned Lambert said,
[Hades] [4752] insurance is cleared up.
[Hades] [4754] --Yes, yes, Mr Dedalus said dubiously. Is that the eldest boy in front?
[Hades] [4756] --Yes, Ned Lambert said, with the wife's brother. John Henry Menton is
[Hades] [4760] to mind that job. John Henry is not the worst in the world.
[Hades] [4772] the chapel. Which end is his head?
[Hades] [4812] My kneecap is hurting me. Ow. That's better.
[Hades] [4835] Said he was going to paradise or is in paradise. Says that over everybody.
[Hades] [4855] heart is buried in Rome. How many broken hearts are buried here, Simon!
[Hades] [4857] --Her grave is over there, Jack, Mr Dedalus said. I'll soon be stretched
[Hades] [4863] --She's better where she is, he said kindly.
[Hades] [4865] --I suppose so, Mr Dedalus said with a weak gasp. I suppose she is in
[Hades] [4866] heaven if there is a heaven.
[Hades] [4876] do so too. We are the last. This cemetery is a treacherous place.
[Hades] [4889] --The service of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome is simpler, more
[Hades] [4925] --Who is that chap behind with Tom Kernan? John Henry Menton asked. I
[Hades] [4930] --Bloom, he said, Madame Marion Tweedy that was, is, I mean, the
[Hades] [4940] --What is he? he asked. What does he do? Wasn't he in the stationery line?
[Hades] [5013] yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be a descendant I suppose who is this used
[Hades] [5032] edgings. His garden Major Gamble calls Mount Jerome. Well, so it is.
[Hades] [5076] He doesn't know who is here nor care.
[Hades] [5077] Now who is that lankylooking galoot over there in the macintosh?
[Hades] [5078] Now who is he I'd like to know? Now I'd give a trifle to know who he is.
[Hades] [5098] Irishman's house is his coffin. Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same
[Hades] [5102] heads. Twelve. I'm thirteen. No. The chap in the macintosh is thirteen.
[Hades] [5126] go next. Well, it is a long rest. Feel no more. It's the moment you feel.
[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] [5152] the time? Whew! By jingo, that would be awful! No, no: he is dead, of
[Hades] [5153] course. Of course he is dead. Monday he died. They ought to have
[Hades] [5170] --I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your
[Hades] [5190] --Macintosh. Yes, I saw him, Mr Bloom said. Where is he now?
[Hades] [5192] --M'Intosh, Hynes said scribbling. I don't know who he is. Is that
[Hades] [5231] --Some say he is not in that grave at all. That the coffin was filled
[Hades] [5252] churchyard it ought to be that poem of whose is it Wordsworth or Thomas
[Hades] [5268] The Sacred Heart that is: showing it. Heart on his sleeve. Ought to be
[Hades] [5303] bones clean no matter who it was. Ordinary meat for them. A corpse is
[Hades] [5309] Where is that Parsee tower of silence? Eaten by birds. Earth, fire, water.
[Hades] [5310] Drowning they say is the pleasantest. See your whole life in a flash. But
[Hades] [5312] flying machine. Wonder does the news go about whenever a fresh one is let
[Hades] [5325] death. There is another world after death named hell. I do not like that
[Hades] [5347] --Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said pointing.
[Aeolus] [5413] --There it is, Red Murray said. Alexander Keyes.
[Aeolus] [5452] --Don't you think his face is like Our Saviour? Red Murray whispered.
[Aeolus] [5487] --Well, he is one of our saviours also.
[Aeolus] [5519] the official gazette. Queen Anne is dead. Published by authority in the
[Aeolus] [5525] Editor, what is a good cure for flatulence? I'd like that part. Learn a
[Aeolus] [5538] Soon be calling him my lord mayor. Long John is backing him, they say.
[Aeolus] [5548] --If you want to draw the cashier is just going to lunch, he said,
[Aeolus] [5612] --The idea, Mr Bloom said, is the house of keys. You know, councillor,
[Aeolus] [5639] forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to
[Aeolus] [5640] view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a
[Aeolus] [5712] is after all. How quickly he does that job. Practice makes perfect. Seems
[Aeolus] [5726] smell there always is in those works. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door
[Aeolus] [5738] who that is. What's up? Pop in a minute to phone. Ned Lambert it is.
[Aeolus] [5779] High falutin stuff. Bladderbags. Ned Lambert is taking a day off I
[Aeolus] [5781] Old Chatterton, the vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his
[Aeolus] [5790] --What is it? Mr Bloom asked.
[Aeolus] [5806] --Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked.
[Aeolus] [5845] --Is the editor to be seen? J. J. O'Molloy asked, looking towards the
[Aeolus] [5874] --Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he
[Aeolus] [5893] That'll do, Ned. Life is too short.
[Aeolus] [5919] --What is it?
[Aeolus] [5983] limply back on the file. Is that Canada swindle case on today?
[Aeolus] [6033] --Yes, EVENING TELEGRAPH here, Mr Bloom phoned from the inner office. Is
[Aeolus] [6078] --Begone! he said. The world is before you.
[Aeolus] [6111] drink. Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall. Came over last night.
[Aeolus] [6122] murmuring meditation, but it is not always as it seems. Who has the most
[Aeolus] [6171] The Jews in the wilderness and on the mountaintop said: IT IS MEET TO BE
[Aeolus] [6175] about him in his toga and he said: IT IS MEET TO BE HERE. LET US CONSTRUCT
[Aeolus] [6185] --And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh responded.
[Aeolus] [6202] governor is just gone.
[Aeolus] [6239] --Good day, sir, Stephen answered blushing. The letter is not mine. Mr
[Aeolus] [6250] --Is he a widower? Stephen asked.
[Aeolus] [6259] --The moot point is did he forget it, J. J. O'Molloy said quietly,
[Aeolus] [6260] turning a horseshoe paperweight. Saving princes is a thank you job.
[Aeolus] [6277] is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal
[Aeolus] [6279] speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is the maxim: time
[Aeolus] [6280] is money. Material domination. DOMINUS! Lord! Where is the spirituality?
[Aeolus] [6320] In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead.
[Aeolus] [6329] --But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railwayline?
[Aeolus] [6426] --Hop and carry one, is it? Myles Crawford said.
[Aeolus] [6428] --And poor Gumley is down there too, so he told me, minding stones for
[Aeolus] [6433] --Gumley? he said. You don't say so? A friend of my father's, is it?
[Aeolus] [6453] --B is parkgate. Good.
[Aeolus] [6457] --T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon
[Aeolus] [6467] --F to P is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an alibi, Inchicore,
[Aeolus] [6469] X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.
[Aeolus] [6473] --Bloom is at the telephone, he said.
[Aeolus] [6475] --Tell him go to hell, the editor said promptly. X is Davy's publichouse,
[Aeolus] [6542] Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth?
[Aeolus] [6573] eloquence like Whiteside? Sufficient for the day is the newspaper thereof.
[Aeolus] [6665] A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis.
[Aeolus] [6682] --He is sitting with Tim Healy, J. J. O'Molloy said, rumour has it, on
[Aeolus] [6685] --He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child's
[Aeolus] [6797] --That is oratory, the professor said uncontradicted. Gone with the wind.
[Aeolus] [6808] --You take my breath away. It is not perchance a French compliment? Mr
[Aeolus] [6810] metaphorically speaking, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry.
[Aeolus] [6812] --That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All that are in favour
[Aeolus] [6814] particular boosing shed? ... My casting vote is: Mooney's!
[Aeolus] [6846] --Come along, Stephen, the professor said. That is fine, isn't it? It has
[Aeolus] [6877] --Where is that? the professor asked.
[Aeolus] [6942] --What is it? Myles Crawford said, falling back a pace.
[Aeolus] [6959] library. House of keys, don't you see? His name is Keyes. It's a play on
[Aeolus] [6972] Lenehan's yachting cap on the cadge beyond. Usual blarney. Wonder is
[Aeolus] [7056] VOW PEN IS CHAMP.
[Aeolus] [7060] Gorgias, the sophist. It is said of him that none could tell if he were
[Lestrygonians] [7152] druids' altars. Elijah is coming. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the
[Lestrygonians] [7153] church in Zion is coming.
[Lestrygonians] [7156] IS COMING! IS COMING!! IS COMING!!!
[Lestrygonians] [7187] Good Lord, that poor child's dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks
[Lestrygonians] [7208] feet per sec is com. Not a bit. The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of
[Lestrygonians] [7217] That is how poets write, the similar sounds. But then Shakespeare has
[Lestrygonians] [7218] no rhymes: blank verse. The flow of the language it is. The thoughts.
[Lestrygonians] [7243] Wonder what kind is swanmeat. Robinson Crusoe had to live on them.
[Lestrygonians] [7248] like that. Eat pig like pig. But then why is it that saltwater fish are
[Lestrygonians] [7249] not salty? How is that?
[Lestrygonians] [7260] which in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream. All kinds
[Lestrygonians] [7282] that. After one. Timeball on the ballastoffice is down. Dunsink time.
[Lestrygonians] [7283] Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's. Parallax. I never
[Lestrygonians] [7334] Rover cycleshop. Those races are on today. How long ago is that? Year
[Lestrygonians] [7359] Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Pen something. Pendennis? My memory is
[Lestrygonians] [7391] --No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven't seen her for ages.
[Lestrygonians] [7441] sugar, or they'd taste it with the hot tea. Or is it from her? A barefoot
[Lestrygonians] [7443] hunger that way. Pleasure or pain is it? Penny dinner. Knife and fork
[Lestrygonians] [7451] medicinebottle. Pastille that was fell. What is she? ...
[Lestrygonians] [7475] --What is it? Mr Bloom asked, taking the card. U.P.?
[Lestrygonians] [7478] for them whoever he is.
[Lestrygonians] [7480] --Indeed it is, Mr Bloom said.
[Lestrygonians] [7513] --I just called to ask on the way in is she over it. She's in the lying-in
[Lestrygonians] [7544] --Who is he if it's a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?
[Lestrygonians] [7546] --His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr
[Lestrygonians] [7554] --There he is, she said. I must go after him. Goodbye. Remember me to
[Lestrygonians] [7582] darling because I do not like that other world. Please tell me what is the
[Lestrygonians] [7605] Who is this she was like? O yes! Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me
[Lestrygonians] [7644] child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyone five per cent is
[Lestrygonians] [7673] belts. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. They split up in groups and
[Lestrygonians] [7682] women. Running into cakeshops. Settle my hat straight. THERE IS NOT IN
[Lestrygonians] [7720] who is the gentleman does be visiting there? Was the young master saying
[Lestrygonians] [7741] You must have a certain fascination: Parnell. Arthur Griffith is a
[Lestrygonians] [7744] Debating societies. That republicanism is the best form of government.
[Lestrygonians] [7776] No-one is anything.
[Lestrygonians] [7778] This is the very worst hour of the day. Vitality. Dull, gloomy: hate
[Lestrygonians] [7789] There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that's a
[Lestrygonians] [7808] --Of the twoheaded octopus, one of whose heads is the head upon which
[Lestrygonians] [7815] And there he is too. Now that's really a coincidence: second time.
[Lestrygonians] [7839] a line of poetry out of him. Don't know what poetry is even. Must be in a
[Lestrygonians] [7871] the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Must go out there
[Lestrygonians] [7888] said. I believe there is.
[Lestrygonians] [7893] there is a new moon. Walking down by the Tolka. Not bad for a Fairview
[Lestrygonians] [7895] other side of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love.
[Lestrygonians] [7902] With a keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the street here
[Lestrygonians] [7915] white hat. His parboiled eyes. Where is he now? Beggar somewhere. The harp
[Lestrygonians] [7991] Hungry man is an angry man. Working tooth and jaw. Don't! O! A bone! That
[Lestrygonians] [8023] means born rich. Born with a knife. But then the allusion is lost.
[Lestrygonians] [8099] Ham and his descendants musterred and bred there. Potted meats. What is
[Lestrygonians] [8145] --How much is that?
[Lestrygonians] [8164] scratch his groin. Who is this was telling me? Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed
[Lestrygonians] [8194] further orders. Keep him off the boose, see? O, by God, Blazes is a hairy
[Lestrygonians] [8227] Epsom. Morny Cannon is riding him. I could have got seven to one against
[Lestrygonians] [8253] mawkish cheese. Nice wine it is. Taste it better because I'm not thirsty.
[Lestrygonians] [8305] grapes of Burgundy. Sun's heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me
[Lestrygonians] [8351] --What is this he is? Isn't he in the insurance line?
[Lestrygonians] [8356] --I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble?
[Lestrygonians] [8366] gentleman is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their
[Lestrygonians] [8374] --And is he doing for the FREEMAN? Davy Byrne said.
[Lestrygonians] [8394] --Is that a fact?
[Lestrygonians] [8411] --And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and
[Lestrygonians] [8452] --How is the main drainage? Nosey Flynn asked, sipping.
[Lestrygonians] [8466] --Zinfandel is it? Nosey Flynn asked.
[Lestrygonians] [8473] --Breadsoda is very good, Davy Byrne said.
[Lestrygonians] [8477] --Is it Zinfandel?
[Lestrygonians] [8574] --You're in Dawson street, Mr Bloom said. Molesworth street is opposite.
[Lestrygonians] [8653] belly is the smoothest. No-one about. There he goes into Frederick
[Lestrygonians] [8664] have, not seeing? Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born
[Lestrygonians] [8684] Sixteenth. Today it is. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. THE
[Lestrygonians] [8691] Straw hat in sunlight. Tan shoes. Turnedup trousers. It is. It is.
[Lestrygonians] [8696] Is it? Almost certain. Won't look. Wine in my face. Why did I? Too heady.
[Lestrygonians] [8697] Yes, it is. The walk. Not see. Get on.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8778] --I feel you would need one more for HAMLET. Seven is dear to the mystic
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8808] shadow. I mean, whether Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8811] of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. The painting of Gustave
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8812] Moreau is the painting of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8814] world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8830] us at every moment. This verily is that. I am the fire upon the altar. I
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8834] Ineffable, in heaven hight: K.H., their master, whose identity is no
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8838] buddhi. The life esoteric is not for ordinary person. O.P. must work off
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8860] Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of allhorse.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8864] buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a shadow.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8869] --Haines is gone, he said.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8871] --Is he?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8884] --The peatsmoke is going to his head, John Eglinton opined.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8892] hillside. For them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the living
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8895] of corruption in Mallarme but the desirable life is revealed only to the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8933] bloodboltered shambles in act five is a forecast of the concentration
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8944] --He will have it that HAMLET is a ghoststory, John Eglinton said for Mr
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8958] --What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8961] lies from virgin Dublin. Who is the ghost from LIMBO PATRUM, returning to
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8962] the world that has forgotten him? Who is King Hamlet?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8968] --It is this hour of a day in mid June, Stephen said, begging with a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8969] swift glance their hearing. The flag is up on the playhouse by the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8984] castoff mail of a court buck, a wellset man with a bass voice. It is the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8985] ghost, the king, a king and no king, and the player is Shakespeare who
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8997] Is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a ghost by absence, and in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9000] prince Hamlet's twin), is it possible, I want to know, or probable that
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9002] are the dispossessed son: I am the murdered father: your mother is the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9011] when we read the poetry of KING LEAR what is it to us how the poet lived?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9014] drinking, the poet's debts. We have KING LEAR: and it is immortal.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9089] --A shrew, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is not a useful portal of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9111] in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London. Is Katharine the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9120] the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as prologue to the swelling act, is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9148] at Moore's tonight? Piper is coming.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9150] --Piper! Mr Best piped. Is Piper back?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9172] friendly and earnest. Mr Russell, rumour has it, is gathering together a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9182] index fingers. Aristotle's experiment. One or two? Necessity is that in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9183] virtue of which it is impossible that one can be otherwise. Argal, one
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9184] hat is one hat.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9188] Young Colum and Starkey. George Roberts is doing the commercial part.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9192] VASE. Did he? I hope you'll be able to come tonight. Malachi Mulligan is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9194] joke about Moore and Martyn? That Moore is Martyn's wild oats? Awfully
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9196] national epic has yet to be written, Dr Sigerson says. Moore is the man
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9199] his Dulcinea? James Stephens is doing some clever sketches. We are
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9229] --Is it your view, then, that she was not faithful to the poet?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9233] --Where there is a reconciliation, Stephen said, there must have been
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9264] death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9267] --Certainly, John Eglinton mused, of all great men he is the most
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9271] --But HAMLET is so personal, isn't it? Mr Best pleaded. I mean, a kind of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9273] a button, don't you know, who is killed or who is guilty ...
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9283] is Hamlet you have a stern task before you.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9293] and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where it was
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9297] mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal, that which I was is that which I am
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9308] Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9310] --That mole is the last to go, Stephen said, laughing.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9335] --The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a constant
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9354] name is, say of it?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9357] that which was lost. What was lost is given back to him: his daughter's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9370] --His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9382] The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke. I own that if
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9394] will get it in middle life. Why does he send to one who is a BUONAROBA, a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9403] ableeding. If the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her woman's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9404] invisible weapon. There is, I feel in the words, some goad of the flesh
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9416] endowed with knowledge by his creator. That is why the speech (his lean
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9417] unlovely English) is always turned elsewhere, backward. Ravisher and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9422] is his gain, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9424] beaver is up. He is a ghost, a shadow now, the wind by Elsinore's rocks
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9426] who is the substance of his shadow, the son consubstantial with the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9486] Irishman? Judge Barton, I believe, is searching for some clues. He swears
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9489] --The most brilliant of all is that story of Wilde's, Mr Best said,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9493] --For Willie Hughes, is it not? the quaker librarian asked.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9520] --Do you think it is only a paradox? the quaker librarian was asking. The
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9521] mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9536] is going to call on your unsubstantial father. Telegram! Malachi
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9559] --The tramper Synge is looking for you, he said, to murder you. He heard
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9580] is it?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9586] --Certainly, certainly, certainly. Is the gentleman? ...
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9591] --Is he? ... O, there!
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9620] --Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is no more. I found him over in the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9627] --He knows you. He knows your old fellow. O, I fear me, he is Greeker
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9641] art, more than the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, is the art
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9654] Penelope Rich, a clean quality woman is suited for a player, and the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9674] eyes, violets. He walks. One life is all. One body. Do. But do. Afar, in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9681] --Say that he is the spurned lover in the sonnets. Once spurned twice
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9701] --The burden of proof is with you not with me, he said frowning. If you
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9703] tell me why there is no mention of her during the thirtyfour years
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9711] O, yes, mention there is. In the years when he was living richly in royal
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9766] love so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9780] --Gentle Will is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said gently.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9785] widow, is the will to die.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9796] motorcar is now and that its carvings were the wonder of seven parishes.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9804] inwit: remorse of conscience. It is an age of exhausted whoredom groping
[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] [9825] touched his hand. The voice, new warmth, speaking. Dr Bob Kenny is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9828] --A father, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is a necessary
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9832] of experience, is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9833] must hold that his seventyyear old mother is the lustful queen. No. The
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9838] conscious begetting, is unknown to man. It is a mystical estate, an
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9841] to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9845] fiction. Who is the father of any son that any son should love him or he
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9861] beauty: born, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. He is a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9862] new male: his growth is his father's decline, his youth his father's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9897] CORIOLANUS. His boyson's death is the deathscene of young Arthur in KING
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9898] JOHN. Hamlet, the black prince, is Hamnet Shakespeare. Who the girls in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9900] fleshpot of Egypt, and Cressid and Venus are we may guess. But there is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9901] another member of his family who is recorded.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9920] filled Gilbert's soul. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a Richard are
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9925] BEST: That is my name, Richard, don't you know. I hope you are going to
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9940] BEST: I hope Edmund is going to catch it. I don't want Richard, my
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9950] sonnets where there is Will in overplus. Like John o'Gaunt his name is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9954] is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are
[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] [9976] --What is that, Mr Dedalus? the quaker librarian asked. Was it a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9989] is strange enough. I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10029] brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10033] Where is your brother? Apothecaries' hall. My whetstone. Him, then
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10049] kings Richard is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10050] the angel of the world. Why is the underplot of KING LEAR in which Edmund
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10060] usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to Shakespeare,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10067] itself again when he is near the grave, when his married daughter
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10068] Susan, chip of the old block, is accused of adultery. But it was
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10072] sin, committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned. It is between
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10073] the lines of his last written words, it is petrified on his tombstone
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10075] Beauty and peace have not done it away. It is in infinite variety
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10084] --The truth is midway, he affirmed. He is the ghost and the prince. He is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10087] --He is, Stephen said. The boy of act one is the mature man of act five.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10088] All in all. In CYMBELINE, in OTHELLO he is bawd and cuckold. He acts and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10089] is acted on. Lover of an ideal or a perversion, like Jose he kills the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10090] real Carmen. His unremitting intellect is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10097] --And what a character is Iago! undaunted John Eglinton exclaimed.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10098] When all is said Dumas FILS (or is it Dumas PERE?) is right. After God
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10104] ended, he plants his mulberrytree in the earth. Then dies. The motion is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10108] sorrow for the dead is the only husband from whom they refuse to be
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10115] TONIGHT IT IS TO JUDAS HIS STEPS WILL TEND. Every life is many days,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10121] hangman god, is doubtless all in all in all of us, ostler and butcher,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10157] for it since you don't believe it yourself. Dowden believes there is some
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10159] in Berlin, who is working up that Rutland theory, believes that the secret
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10160] is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is going to visit the present
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10164] I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief. That is, help me to believe or help
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10193] Life is many days. This will end.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10235] Is that? ... Blueribboned hat ... Idly writing ... What? Looked? ...
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10290] --Longworth is awfully sick, he said, after what you wrote about that old
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10320] --The disguise, I fear, is thin. But listen.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10350] Part. The moment is now. Where then? If Socrates leave his house
[Wandering Rocks] [10775] --Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat?
[Wandering Rocks] [10813] A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down
[Wandering Rocks] [10849] --Certainly, sir. Is it in the city?
[Wandering Rocks] [10941] Too much mystery business in it. Is he in love with that one, Marion?
[Wandering Rocks] [10958] esses. Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. She's not nicelooking, is she? The
[Wandering Rocks] [10984] --Who's that? Ned Lambert asked. Is that Crotty?
[Wandering Rocks] [10988] --Hello, Jack, is that yourself? Ned Lambert said, raising in salute his
[Wandering Rocks] [10999] himself a rebel in 1534. This is the most historic spot in all Dublin.
[Wandering Rocks] [11000] O'Madden Burke is going to write something about it one of these days. The
[Wandering Rocks] [11032] --Pleasure is mine, sir, Ned Lambert answered.
[Wandering Rocks] [11042] Michael's, Sallins. Nice young chap he is. He's writing a book about the
[Wandering Rocks] [11066] --Well, Jack. What is it? What's the trouble? Wait awhile. Hold hard.
[Wandering Rocks] [11103] --See? he said. See now the last one I put in is over here: Turns Over.
[Wandering Rocks] [11109] see what turn is on and what turns are over.
[Wandering Rocks] [11161] --O. Madden, Lenehan said. And a game filly she is.
[Wandering Rocks] [11177] --There he is, Lenehan said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11181] --LEOPOLDO OR THE BLOOM IS ON THE RYE, Lenehan said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11247] spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. AND WHAT STAR IS THAT, POLDY? says
[Wandering Rocks] [11248] she. By God, she had Bloom cornered. THAT ONE, IS IT? says Chris Callinan,
[Wandering Rocks] [11261] --He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, he said seriously. He's not one
[Wandering Rocks] [11293] Know the kind that is. Had it? Yes.
[Wandering Rocks] [11398] --Where would I get money? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin
[Wandering Rocks] [11423] was stretched out stiff. He's dead. The man upstairs is dead.
[Wandering Rocks] [11427] --Well, what is it? he said, stopping.
[Wandering Rocks] [11478] O, sure they wouldn't really! Is it little sister Monica!
[Wandering Rocks] [11496] all burst. What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a
[Wandering Rocks] [11498] why? Palm oil. Is that a fact? Without a doubt. Well now, look at that.
[Wandering Rocks] [11499] And America they say is the land of the free. I thought we were bad here.
[Wandering Rocks] [11501] I smiled at him. AMERICA, I said quietly, just like that. WHAT IS IT? THE
[Wandering Rocks] [11530] ferrywash, Elijah is coming.
[Wandering Rocks] [11534] body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Is that Ned
[Wandering Rocks] [11550] Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan's? Or no, there was a midnight
[Wandering Rocks] [11552] Dignam is there now. Went out in a puff. Well, well. Better turn down
[Wandering Rocks] [11578] the wrong side. They rose in dark and evil days. Fine poem that is:
[Wandering Rocks] [11655] Binding too good probably. What is this? Eighth and ninth book of Moses.
[Wandering Rocks] [11684] nervously. Is it any good?
[Wandering Rocks] [11702] She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will
[Wandering Rocks] [11728] --Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Who is it?
[Wandering Rocks] [11732] --With a broken back, is it? Mr Dedalus asked.
[Wandering Rocks] [11736] to take those two men off. All I want is a little time.
[Wandering Rocks] [11746] --There he is, by God, he said, arse and pockets.
[Wandering Rocks] [11775] --And how is that BASSO PROFONDO, Benjamin? Father Cowley asked.
[Wandering Rocks] [11818] --Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben
[Wandering Rocks] [11820] particulars. 29 Windsor avenue. Love is the name?
[Wandering Rocks] [11877] --I'll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted, elegantly.
[Wandering Rocks] [11900] --And long John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan said, as large as
[Wandering Rocks] [11979] --Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.
[Wandering Rocks] [12000] --I'm sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds
[Wandering Rocks] [12020] death and the ruddy birth. That is his tragedy. He can never be a poet.
[Wandering Rocks] [12040] --Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write something
[Wandering Rocks] [12048] --This is real Irish cream I take it, he said with forbearance.
[Wandering Rocks] [12108] left turned as he turned. That's me in mourning. When is it? May the
[Wandering Rocks] [12109] twentysecond. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right
[Wandering Rocks] [12146] again. Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to be a
[Sirens] [12285] Blew. Blue bloom is on the.
[Sirens] [12302] O rose! Castile. The morn is breaking.
[Sirens] [12317] Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.
[Sirens] [12358] Naminedamine. Preacher is he:
[Sirens] [12403] --Is that her? asked miss Kennedy.
[Sirens] [12454] --What is it? loud boots unmannerly asked.
[Sirens] [12458] --Your BEAU, is it?
[Sirens] [12472] --Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll
[Sirens] [12551] under, come to me. God they believe she is: or goddess. Those today. I
[Sirens] [12670] Daly's. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is on the rye.
[Sirens] [12723] --I see, he said. I didn't recognise him for the moment. I hear he is
[Sirens] [12737] of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of the
[Sirens] [12754] --Is that a fact?
[Sirens] [12759] --Is that a fact? Mr Dedalus said.
[Sirens] [12782] something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is.
[Sirens] [12787] jaunting car. It is. Again. Third time. Coincidence.
[Sirens] [12819] -- ... THE MORN IS BREAKING.
[Sirens] [12872] Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting.
[Sirens] [12877] Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? Diningroom. Sit tight there.
[Sirens] [12896] That is to say she. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.
[Sirens] [12923] --What time is that? asked Blazes Boylan. Four?
[Sirens] [13025] How warm this black is. Course nerves a bit. Refracts (is it?) heat. Let
[Sirens] [13113] --Yes. Is she alive?
[Sirens] [13125] --Irish? I don't know, faith. Is she, Simon?
[Sirens] [13129] --Buccinator muscle is ... What? ... Bit rusty ... O, she is ... My
[Sirens] [13189] someone is. Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a
[Sirens] [13212] Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together,
[Sirens] [13296] --Which air is that? asked Leopold Bloom.
[Sirens] [13298] --ALL IS LOST NOW.
[Sirens] [13302] proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. Is lost. Rich sound. Two notes in one
[Sirens] [13304] twined and turned them. All most too new call is lost in all. Echo. How
[Sirens] [13305] sweet the answer. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he whistled.
[Sirens] [13312] That's why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes: all is lost.
[Sirens] [13321] Bloom askance over liverless saw. Face of the all is lost. Rollicking
[Sirens] [13358] Pat, bald Pat is a waiter hard of hearing, to set ajar the door of the
[Sirens] [13372] Love that is singing: love's old sweet song. Bloom unwound slowly
[Sirens] [13411] -- ... RAY OF HOPE IS ...
[Sirens] [13416] MARTHA it is. Coincidence. Just going to write. Lionel's song. Lovely
[Sirens] [13569] --Yes, Mr Bloom said, teasing the curling catgut line. It certainly is.
[Sirens] [13570] Few lines will do. My present. All that Italian florid music is. Who is
[Sirens] [13576] --It is, Bloom said.
[Sirens] [13578] Numbers it is. All music when you come to think. Two multiplied by two
[Sirens] [13579] divided by half is twice one. Vibrations: chords those are. One plus two
[Sirens] [13580] plus six is seven. Do anything you like with figures juggling. Always find
[Sirens] [13584] seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Fall quite flat. It's on
[Sirens] [13585] account of the sounds it is.
[Sirens] [13616] Some pock or oth. It is utterl imposs. Underline IMPOSS. To write today.
[Sirens] [13623] gulls. Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne's. Is eight about. Say half a
[Sirens] [13629] The tank. It. Is. True.
[Sirens] [13641] Great Brunswick street, hatter. Eh? This is the jingle that joggled and
[Sirens] [13650] know how. In haste. Henry. Greek ee. Better add postscript. What is he
[Sirens] [13676] In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is
[Sirens] [13682] House of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn't hear. Deaf beetle he is.
[Sirens] [13688] Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Pat is a waiter hard of
[Sirens] [13689] his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He
[Sirens] [13690] waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits
[Sirens] [13722] Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there. Been to the seaside.
[Sirens] [13730] The sea they think they hear. Singing. A roar. The blood it is. Souse
[Sirens] [13761] dockleaves. Nice that is. Look: look, look, look, look, look: you
[Sirens] [13764] That's joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other
[Sirens] [13779] that. It is a kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is.
[Sirens] [13781] resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the law
[Sirens] [13855] coffey, CORPUSNOMINE. Wonder where that rat is by now. Scrape.
[Sirens] [13870] Bronze gazed far sideways. Mirror there. Is that best side of her face?
[Sirens] [13952] rose rose slowly sank red rose. Heartbeats: her breath: breath that is
[Sirens] [14008] upon my soul and honour It is.
[Sirens] [14050] that is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollard, was it?
[Sirens] [14149] Sweep! Four o'clock's all's well! Sleep! All is lost now. Drum? Pompedy.
[Sirens] [14151] Dignam. Poor little NOMINEDOMINE. Pom. It is music. I mean of course it's
[Sirens] [14163] endearing? Yes, it is. I feel so lonely. Wet night in the lane. Horn. Who
[Sirens] [14164] had the? Heehaw shesaw. Off her beat here. What is she? Hope she. Psst!
[Sirens] [14174] Might learn to play. Cheap. Let her pass. Course everything is dear if
[Sirens] [14175] you don't want it. That's what good salesman is. Make you buy what he
[Sirens] [14189] Emmet's last words. Seven last words. Of Meyerbeer that is.
[Cyclops] [14322] is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gurnard,
[Cyclops] [14330] region is thoroughly well supplied. Lovely maidens sit in close proximity
[Cyclops] [14340] And there rises a shining palace whose crystal glittering roof is seen by
[Cyclops] [14363] premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is ever heard a trampling,
[Cyclops] [14379] --There he is, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his
[Cyclops] [14406] --Foreign wars is the cause of it.
[Cyclops] [14501] the son of Rory: it is he. Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he
[Cyclops] [14577] lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for a G man.
[Cyclops] [14579] --When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [14581] --Bergan, says Bob Doran, waking up. Is that Alf Bergan?
[Cyclops] [14589] --Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran. Is that Bergan?
[Cyclops] [14647] --Is it Paddy? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [14723] He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. Fleet
[Cyclops] [14727] --There he is again, says the citizen, staring out.
[Cyclops] [14743] --Who said Christ is good?
[Cyclops] [14747] --Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy
[Cyclops] [14762] The tear is bloody near your eye. Talking through his bloody hat.
[Cyclops] [14815] --And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says the citizen.
[Cyclops] [14909] The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a
[Cyclops] [14932] --You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. What I mean is ...
[Cyclops] [14961] unexpected addition to the day's entertainment and a word of praise is due
[Cyclops] [15073] were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say
[Cyclops] [15104] is about the size of it. Gob, he'd let you pour all manner of drink
[Cyclops] [15112] entertainment, don't be talking. Ireland sober is Ireland free. And then
[Cyclops] [15136] grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the
[Cyclops] [15140] the lower animals (and their name is legion) should make a point of not
[Cyclops] [15144] acquaintances Owen Garry. The exhibition, which is the result of years of
[Cyclops] [15155] harsher and more personal note which is found in the satirical effusions
[Cyclops] [15163] the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our
[Cyclops] [15165] it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's
[Cyclops] [15204] --Holy Wars, says Joe, laughing, that's a good one if old Shylock is
[Cyclops] [15215] the wife and that a trust is created but on the other hand that Dignam
[Cyclops] [15233] slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded,
[Cyclops] [15260] screeching laughing at one another. HOW IS YOUR TESTAMENT? HAVE YOU
[Cyclops] [15280] --Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [15311] Ga Ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Black Liz is our hen. She lays eggs
[Cyclops] [15312] for us. When she lays her egg she is so glad. Gara. Klook Klook Klook.
[Cyclops] [15319] --Are you sure, says Bloom, the councillor is going? I wanted to see him,
[Cyclops] [15325] is going. I couldn't phone. No. You're sure?
[Cyclops] [15334] animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as
[Cyclops] [15340] honourable member's question is in the affirmative.
[Cyclops] [15346] Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative.
[Cyclops] [15363] is sitting there. The man that got away James Stephens. The champion of
[Cyclops] [15372] --Is that really a fact? says Alf.
[Cyclops] [15443] --What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the
[Cyclops] [15495] --He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he's running
[Cyclops] [15498] --He is, says Joe. Isn't he?
[Cyclops] [15503] --Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [15521] bowed. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful
[Cyclops] [15579] --Of course an action would lie, says J. J. It implies that he is not
[Cyclops] [15586] --Yes, says J. J., but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment
[Cyclops] [15604] is.
[Cyclops] [15608] old stuttering fool. Cruelty to animals so it is to let that bloody
[Cyclops] [15618] --And moreover, says J. J., a postcard is publication. It was held to be
[Cyclops] [15629] ---There he is again, says Joe.
[Cyclops] [15703] they swore by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do
[Cyclops] [15747] --And here she is, says Alf, that was giggling over the POLICE GAZETTE
[Cyclops] [15760] --O jakers, Jenny, says Joe, how short your shirt is!
[Cyclops] [15803] --Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.
[Cyclops] [15833] --Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. THROWAWAY,
[Cyclops] [15835] is SCEPTRE.
[Cyclops] [15874] with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land.
[Cyclops] [15930] first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to
[Cyclops] [15937] life is worth to go down and address his tall talk to the assembled
[Cyclops] [15961] --I'll tell you what about it, says the citizen. Hell upon earth it is.
[Cyclops] [15994] --And the tragedy of it is, says the citizen, they believe it. The
[Cyclops] [16037] it is? They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland. Aren't they
[Cyclops] [16052] the boose is cheaper.
[Cyclops] [16084] --Persecution, says he, all the history of the world is full of it.
[Cyclops] [16091] --What is it? says John Wyse.
[Cyclops] [16093] --A nation? says Bloom. A nation is the same people living in the same
[Cyclops] [16106] --What is your nation if I may ask? says the citizen.
[Cyclops] [16147] --Show us over the drink, says I. Which is which?
[Cyclops] [16151] --And I belong to a race too, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted.
[Cyclops] [16174] the very opposite of that that is really life.
[Cyclops] [16179] to John Wyse. Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there.
[Cyclops] [16188] --That chap? says the citizen. Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Love,
[Cyclops] [16196] brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. His Majesty the King loves Her
[Cyclops] [16211] and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text GOD IS LOVE
[Cyclops] [16248] --Is that by Griffith? says John Wyse.
[Cyclops] [16259] his name is?
[Cyclops] [16271] --Bloom, says he. The courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on
[Cyclops] [16274] --Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? says the citizen, that never backed a horse
[Cyclops] [16292] Slattery's off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings is
[Cyclops] [16306] the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show. Give us
[Cyclops] [16370] --Where is he? says Lenehan. Defrauding widows and orphans.
[Cyclops] [16384] --Why not? says J. J., when he's quite sure which country it is.
[Cyclops] [16386] --Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell
[Cyclops] [16387] is he? says Ned. Or who is he? No offence, Crofton.
[Cyclops] [16389] --Who is Junius? says J. J.
[Cyclops] [16410] Messiah. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till
[Cyclops] [16430] middlings he is. Lying up in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a month
[Cyclops] [16437] --Charity to the neighbour, says Martin. But where is he? We can't wait.
[Cyclops] [16439] --A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. That's what he is. Virag
[Cyclops] [16452] --Well, says Martin, rapping for his glass. God bless all here is my
[Cyclops] [16591] one is sister to another and he binds them all with an outer ring and
[Cyclops] [16623] --Eh, mister! Your fly is open, mister!
[Cyclops] [16681] --Where is he till I murder him?
[Cyclops] [16700] grade of Mercalli's scale, and there is no record extant of a similar
[Cyclops] [16708] legal debates were in progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath
[Cyclops] [16709] which it is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive.
[Nausicaa] [16778] voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the
[Nausicaa] [16825] is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the
[Nausicaa] [16850] --Tell us who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman. Is Cissy your
[Nausicaa] [16855] --Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Cissy queried.
[Nausicaa] [16860] her shortsighted eyes. I know who is Tommy's sweetheart. Gerty is
[Nausicaa] [16889] speak to her again. No. Honour where honour is due. There was an
[Nausicaa] [16988] And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is
[Nausicaa] [16989] there all the time. Her very soul is in her eyes and she would give worlds
[Nausicaa] [17009] year too and would soon be over. No prince charming is her beau ideal to
[Nausicaa] [17273] never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she too a haven of refuge for the
[Nausicaa] [17410] gaze it was there plain to be seen on that man's face. It is for you,
[Nausicaa] [17615] He was leaning back against the rock behind. Leopold Bloom (for it is he)
[Nausicaa] [17652] the cut of her jib. Jilted beauty. A defect is ten times worse in a woman.
[Nausicaa] [17655] negress or a girl with glasses. That squinty one is delicate. Near her
[Nausicaa] [17675] those girls or is it all a fake? LINGERIE does it. Felt for the
[Nausicaa] [17696] who it is for the love of God! How are you at all? What have you been
[Nausicaa] [17741] kiddies. Well, aren't they? See her as she is spoil all. Must have the
[Nausicaa] [17764] happen sometime, I don't think. Come in, all is prepared. I dreamt. What?
[Nausicaa] [17765] Worst is beginning. How they change the venue when it's not what they
[Nausicaa] [17781] There she is with them down there for the fireworks. My fireworks.
[Nausicaa] [17832] this relief much thanks. In HAMLET, that is. Lord! It was all things
[Nausicaa] [17856] Purefoy. Must call to the hospital. Wonder is nurse Callan there still.
[Nausicaa] [17876] repent in December. This wet is very unpleasant. Stuck. Well the foreskin
[Nausicaa] [17877] is not back. Better detach.
[Nausicaa] [17883] Wristwatches are always going wrong. Wonder is there any magnetic
[Nausicaa] [17886] Pill lane. Also that now is magnetism. Back of everything magnetism. Earth
[Nausicaa] [17892] and man that is. Fork and steel. Molly, he. Dress up and look and suggest
[Nausicaa] [17897] Wonder how is she feeling in that region. Shame all put on before
[Nausicaa] [17909] leave you this to think of me when I'm far away on the pillow. What is it?
[Nausicaa] [17915] conductor, is it? Or bad? Light too. Suppose there's some connection. For
[Nausicaa] [17919] Yes, it is. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning, smell
[Nausicaa] [17920] them leagues off. Tell you what it is. It's like a fine fine veil or web
[Nausicaa] [17927] strawberries and cream. Wonder where it is really. There or the armpits
[Nausicaa] [17947] waistcoat. Almonds or. No. Lemons it is. Ah no, that's the soap.
[Nausicaa] [17965] mock what matter? That's the way to find out. Ask yourself who is he now.
[Nausicaa] [17971] Betty's joints are on the rack. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is about
[Nausicaa] [17972] ships around they fly in the twinkling. No. Signs of rain it is. The royal
[Nausicaa] [17978] better. Women. Light is a kind of reassuring. Not going to hurt you.
[Nausicaa] [18022] way round is the shortest way home. And just when he and she. Circus horse
[Nausicaa] [18029] Ba. What is that flying about? Swallow? Bat probably. Thinks I'm a tree,
[Nausicaa] [18038] in the valuation when I was in Thom's. Twentyeight it is. Two houses
[Nausicaa] [18039] they have. Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. Ba. Again. Wonder why
[Nausicaa] [18043] jar by throwing in pebbles. Like a little man in a cloak he is with tiny
[Nausicaa] [18107] is at that age. And then their stomachs clean. But being lost they fear.
[Nausicaa] [18110] in the air to catch them. I'll murder you. Is it only half fun?
[Nausicaa] [18120] is more sensitive, I think. Mine too. Nearer the heart? Padding
[Nausicaa] [18121] themselves out if fat is in fashion. Her growing pains at night, calling,
[Nausicaa] [18158] Ugly: no woman thinks she is. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we
[Nausicaa] [18160] trick. U. p: up. Fate that is. He, not me. Also a shop often noticed.
[Nausicaa] [18188] those transparent! Besides they don't know. What is the meaning of that
[Oxen of the Sun] [18263] Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive
[Oxen of the Sun] [18265] with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that which the most
[Oxen of the Sun] [18269] splendour is the prosperity of a nation more efficaciously asserted than
[Oxen of the Sun] [18273] omnipotent nature's incorrupted benefaction. For who is there who anything
[Oxen of the Sun] [18274] of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior
[Oxen of the Sun] [18276] the contrary anyone so is there unilluminated as not to perceive that as
[Oxen of the Sun] [18290] It is not why therefore we shall wonder if, as the best historians relate,
[Oxen of the Sun] [18300] maturation of experience it is difficult in being said which the
[Oxen of the Sun] [18324] of what drugs there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining
[Oxen of the Sun] [18327] divine and human, the cogitation of which by sejunct females is to
[Oxen of the Sun] [18329] home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is come
[Oxen of the Sun] [18336] Of that house A. Horne is lord. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming
[Oxen of the Sun] [18373] Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the
[Oxen of the Sun] [18374] dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came naked
[Oxen of the Sun] [18423] of the fatness that therein is like to the juices of the olivepress.
[Oxen of the Sun] [18463] board, that is to wit, Dixon yclept junior of saint Mary Merciable's with
[Oxen of the Sun] [18500] is eke oft among lay folk. Both babe and parent now glorify their Maker,
[Oxen of the Sun] [18502] those Godpossibled souls that we nightly impossibilise, which is the sin
[Oxen of the Sun] [18504] said, our lust is brief. We are means to those small creatures within us
[Oxen of the Sun] [18536] sort deliverly he scaped their questions. That is truth, pardy, said
[Oxen of the Sun] [18546] could save so dark is destiny. And she was wondrous stricken of heart for
[Oxen of the Sun] [18561] of Christ which also as he said is vicar of Bray. Now drink we, quod he,
[Oxen of the Sun] [18562] of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which is not indeed parcel of my
[Oxen of the Sun] [18572] rose upon the rood of time. Mark me now. In woman's womb word is made
[Oxen of the Sun] [18574] word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation. OMNIS CARO AD TE
[Oxen of the Sun] [18575] VENIET. No question but her name is puissant who aventried the dear corse
[Oxen of the Sun] [18578] DEIPARAE SUPPLICEM, that is to wit, an almightiness of petition because
[Oxen of the Sun] [18579] she is the second Eve and she won us, saith Augustine too, whereas that
[Oxen of the Sun] [18582] pippin. But here is the matter now. Or she knew him, that second I say,
[Oxen of the Sun] [18632] delicate poets Master John Fletcher and Master Francis Beaumont that is
[Oxen of the Sun] [18669] adiaphane in the noon of life is an Egypt's plague which in the nights of
[Oxen of the Sun] [18670] prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper UBI and QUOMODO. And
[Oxen of the Sun] [18674] metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is
[Oxen of the Sun] [18675] agreeable unto nature so is it with our subsolar being. The aged sisters
[Oxen of the Sun] [18682] Edenville in the like way is all hidden when we would backward see from
[Oxen of the Sun] [18733] to do by the book Law. Then wotted he nought of that other land which is
[Oxen of the Sun] [18734] called Believe-on-Me, that is the land of promise which behoves to the
[Oxen of the Sun] [18735] king Delightful and shall be for ever where there is no death and no
[Oxen of the Sun] [18739] a certain whore of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, she said, is Bird-
[Oxen of the Sun] [18743] that she had him in her grot which is named Two-in-the-Bush or, by some
[Oxen of the Sun] [18787] against the Rt. Hon. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon's door (that is to sit with Mr
[Oxen of the Sun] [18790] papish but is now, folk say, a good Williamite) chanced against Alec.
[Oxen of the Sun] [18803] slippers on in a pair of Turkey trunks which is thought by those in ken
[Oxen of the Sun] [18807] bowl of riceslop that is a shrewd drier up of the insides and her breath
[Oxen of the Sun] [18813] sacrament and is to be seen any fair sabbath with a pair of his boys off
[Oxen of the Sun] [18841] sides. The other, Costello that is, hearing this talk asked was it poetry
[Oxen of the Sun] [18879] English chinashop. I conceive you, says Mr Dixon. It is that same bull
[Oxen of the Sun] [18912] Harry, Green is the grass that grows on the ground. And, says Mr Dixon,
[Oxen of the Sun] [18928] bull of the Romans, BOS BOVUM, which is good bog Latin for boss of the
[Oxen of the Sun] [19090] in a circle of the best wits of the town), is my authority that in Cape
[Oxen of the Sun] [19095] dear at a sou. One umbrella, were it no bigger than a fairy mushroom, is
[Oxen of the Sun] [19103] garb, in other circumstances a breach of the proprieties, is the fittest,
[Oxen of the Sun] [19106] tipped with her tongue the outer chamber of my ear), the first is a bath
[Oxen of the Sun] [19120] Lynch. The bedside manner it is that they use in the Mater hospice.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19136] profession which, saving the reverence due to the Deity, is the greatest
[Oxen of the Sun] [19141] an one, the amiable Miss Callan, who is the lustre of her own sex and the
[Oxen of the Sun] [19145] where no right reverence is rendered to mother and maid in house of
[Oxen of the Sun] [19160] of that age upon which it is commonly charged that it knows not pity. The
[Oxen of the Sun] [19161] young sparks, it is true, were as full of extravagancies as overgrown
[Oxen of the Sun] [19186] gruntlings of the severe, is ever (as the chaste fancy of the Holy Writer
[Oxen of the Sun] [19219] added, it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in common oppress
[Oxen of the Sun] [19226] polity? Where is now that gratitude which loyalty should have counselled?
[Oxen of the Sun] [19229] discharge his piece against the empire of which he is a tenant at will
[Oxen of the Sun] [19231] forgotten this as he forgets all benefits received? Or is it that from
[Oxen of the Sun] [19232] being a deluder of others he has become at last his own dupe as he is, if
[Oxen of the Sun] [19245] of the grazing lands his peevish asperity is notorious and in Mr Cuffe's
[Oxen of the Sun] [19250] is second nature and an opprobrium in middle life. If he must dispense
[Oxen of the Sun] [19253] better with the doctrines that now engross him. His marital breast is the
[Oxen of the Sun] [19254] repository of secrets which decorum is reluctant to adduce. The lewd
[Oxen of the Sun] [19256] and debauched but this new exponent of morals and healer of ills is at
[Oxen of the Sun] [19260] comes away from it is stagnant, acid and inoperative.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19340] is to blame. Yes, it is true. I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. And how
[Oxen of the Sun] [19341] I am punished! The inferno has no terrors for me. This is the appearance
[Oxen of the Sun] [19342] is on me. Tare and ages, what way would I be resting at all, he muttered
[Oxen of the Sun] [19345] Ireland's, is in this life. It is what I tried to obliterate my crime.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19348] stalks me. Dope is my only hope ... Ah! Destruction! The black panther!
[Oxen of the Sun] [19354] is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a
[Oxen of the Sun] [19359] graveyard is uninhabited. No soul will live there. The spider pitches her
[Oxen of the Sun] [19360] web in the solitude. The nocturnal rat peers from his hole. A curse is on
[Oxen of the Sun] [19361] it. It is haunted. Murderer's ground.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19363] What is the age of the soul of man? As she hath the virtue of the
[Oxen of the Sun] [19365] merry and mournful with the downcast, so too is her age changeable as her
[Oxen of the Sun] [19366] mood. No longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing the cud
[Oxen of the Sun] [19368] substance in the funds. A score of years are blown away. He is young
[Oxen of the Sun] [19370] mirror (hey, presto!), he beholdeth himself. That young figure of then is
[Oxen of the Sun] [19374] thought. Or it is the same figure, a year or so gone over, in his first
[Oxen of the Sun] [19384] paternal ingle (a meal of noodles, you may be sure, is aheating), reading
[Oxen of the Sun] [19386] before. But hey, presto, the mirror is breathed on and the young
[Oxen of the Sun] [19388] Now he is himself paternal and these about him might be his sons. Who can
[Oxen of the Sun] [19391] (she is a poor waif, a child of shame, yours and mine and of all for a
[Oxen of the Sun] [19399] through the murk. She is the bride of darkness, a daughter of night. She
[Oxen of the Sun] [19402] thee--and in vain. No son of thy loins is by thee. There is none now to
[Oxen of the Sun] [19405] The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the
[Oxen of the Sun] [19406] infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the soul is wafted over regions
[Oxen of the Sun] [19413] phantoms: all is gone. Agendath is a waste land, a home of screechowls
[Oxen of the Sun] [19414] and the sandblind upupa. Netaim, the golden, is no more. And on the
[Oxen of the Sun] [19429] of metempsychosis, it is she, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the
[Oxen of the Sun] [19430] daystar, the bride, ever virgin. It is she, Martha, thou lost one,
[Oxen of the Sun] [19468] whacking fine whip, said Lenehan, is W. Lane. Four winners yesterday and
[Oxen of the Sun] [19469] three today. What rider is like him? Mount him on the camel or the
[Oxen of the Sun] [19470] boisterous buffalo the victory in a hack canter is still his. But let us
[Oxen of the Sun] [19472] said with a light sigh. She is not the filly that she was. Never, by this
[Oxen of the Sun] [19484] blithe, mocked at peril. She is more taking then. Her posies tool Mad
[Oxen of the Sun] [19485] romp that she is, she had pulled her fill as we reclined together. And in
[Oxen of the Sun] [19498] soul is far away. It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision
[Oxen of the Sun] [19566] them as best he can. There may be, it is true, some questions which
[Oxen of the Sun] [19570] postmenstrual period, assert others) is responsible for the birth of
[Oxen of the Sun] [19572] differentiating factors or is it, as most embryologists incline to opine,
[Oxen of the Sun] [19578] same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. It is interesting
[Oxen of the Sun] [19600] Although the former (we are thinking of neglect) is undoubtedly only too
[Oxen of the Sun] [19602] peritoneal cavity is too rare to be normative. In fact when one comes to
[Oxen of the Sun] [19603] look into it the wonder is that so many pregnancies and deliveries go off
[Oxen of the Sun] [19606] suggestion is that thrown out by Mr V. Lynch (Bacc. Arith.) that both
[Oxen of the Sun] [19611] beautify our public parks is subject to a law of numeration as yet
[Oxen of the Sun] [19623] maternal), is nevertheless, some of us think, in the long run beneficial
[Oxen of the Sun] [19642] Maternity Hospital, 29, 30 and 31 Holles street, of which, as is well
[Oxen of the Sun] [19643] known, Dr A. Horne (Lic. in Midw., F. K. Q. C. P. I.) is the able and
[Oxen of the Sun] [19644] popular master, he is reported by eyewitnesses as having stated that once
[Oxen of the Sun] [19659] longing hunger for baby fingers (a pretty sight it is to see), in the
[Oxen of the Sun] [19664] clay, the fruit of their lawful embraces. He is older now (you and I may
[Oxen of the Sun] [19696] at the feast, at midnight, when he is now filled with wine. Not to insult
[Oxen of the Sun] [19719] gathered and hutched) is standing on the urn secured by that circle of
[Oxen of the Sun] [19747] The door! It is open? Ha! They are out, tumultuously, off for a minute's
[Oxen of the Sun] [19757] The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence
[Oxen of the Sun] [19769] gather thy homer of ripe wheat. See, thy fleece is drenched. Dost envy
[Oxen of the Sun] [19771] is all their progeny. Pshaw, I tell thee! He is a mule, a dead
[Oxen of the Sun] [19775] cohabitation! Give her beefsteaks, red, raw, bleeding! She is a hoary
[Oxen of the Sun] [19789] her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. No dollop this but thick rich
[Oxen of the Sun] [19828] the Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yup, sartin I do. Full of a
[Oxen of the Sun] [19856] seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Underconstumble? He've got the chink
[Oxen of the Sun] [19917] since I was born. TIENS, TIENS, but it is well sad, that, my faith, yes.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19934] Bawdyhouse. We two, she said, will seek the kips where shady Mary is.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19937] against the light and even now that day is at hand when he shall come to
[Oxen of the Sun] [19941] Elijah is coming! Washed in the blood of the Lamb. Come on you
[Circe] [20067] Stag that one is! Stubborn as a mule! And her walking with two fellows
[Circe] [20103] LYNCH: Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the customhouse.
[Circe] [20142] BLOOM: What is that? A flasher? Searchlight.
[Circe] [20182] my shoe at Leonard's corner. Third time is the charm. Shoe trick.
[Circe] [20207] BLOOM: Keep to the right, right, right. If there is a signpost planted by
[Circe] [20366] the polis in plain clothes sees us. Sixtyseven is a bitch.
[Circe] [20448] pin blindfold and thoughtreading? Subject, what is in this snuffbox?
[Circe] [20461] curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a little teapot
[Circe] [20467] ottoman. Under the mistletoe. Two is company.
[Circe] [20498] Hnhn. The answer is a lemon. Have you a little present for me there?
[Circe] [20501] meat is incomplete. I was at LEAH. Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Trenchant
[Circe] [20661] or collision. Second drink does it. Once is a dose. What am I following
[Circe] [20759] IT) Allow me. My club is the Junior Army and Navy. Solicitors: Messrs
[Circe] [20780] THE DARK MERCURY: The Castle is looking for him. He was drummed out of
[Circe] [20797] MARTHA: (SOBBING BEHIND HER VEIL) Breach of promise. My real name is
[Circe] [20801] BLOOM: (BEHIND HIS HAND) She's drunk. The woman is inebriated. (HE
[Circe] [20836] inventor, something that is an entirely new departure. I am connected
[Circe] [20846] Europe. You which? Bluebags? Who writes? Is it Bloom?
[Circe] [20861] your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the
[Circe] [20870] agent Mr J. B. Pinker is in attendance. I presume, my lord, we shall
[Circe] [20921] MARY DRISCOLL: (EXCITEDLY) As God is looking down on me this night if
[Circe] [20987] VOICE OF PAINED PROTEST) This is no place for indecent levity at the
[Circe] [20989] beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice. My
[Circe] [20990] client is an infant, a poor foreign immigrant who started scratch as a
[Circe] [20991] stowaway and is now trying to turn an honest penny. The trumped up
[Circe] [21001] the covers of a book. He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck from
[Circe] [21002] cobbler's weak chest. His submission is that he is of Mongolian
[Circe] [21016] (HE IS HOWLED DOWN.)
[Circe] [21018] J. J. O'MOLLOY: (HOTLY TO THE POPULACE) This is a lonehand fight. By
[Circe] [21027] hand is again at its old game. When in doubt persecute Bloom. My client,
[Circe] [21032] straight. I regard him as the whitest man I know. He is down on his luck
[Circe] [21058] the sacred benefit of the doubt. (A PAPER WITH SOMETHING WRITTEN ON IT IS
[Circe] [21083] Yes, I believe it is the same objectionable person. Because he closed my
[Circe] [21177] dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown cuckold. (SHE
[Circe] [21220] FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. Another girl's plait cut. Wanted: Jack
[Circe] [21225] THE CRIER: (LOUDLY) Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a
[Circe] [21238] hanged by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not at your peril or
[Circe] [21268] SECOND WATCH: (POINTS TO THE CORNER) The bomb is here.
[Circe] [21282] PADDY DIGNAM: (IN A HOLLOW VOICE) It is true. It was my funeral. Doctor
[Circe] [21292] BLOOM: The voice is the voice of Esau.
[Circe] [21294] SECOND WATCH: (BLESSES HIMSELF) How is that possible?
[Circe] [21296] FIRST WATCH: It is not in the penny catechism.
[Circe] [21305] poor wife was awfully cut up. How is she bearing it? Keep her off that
[Circe] [21364] BLOOM: Is this Mrs Mack's?
[Circe] [21439] AND APACHE CAP) Mankind is incorrigible. Sir Walter Ralegh brought from
[Circe] [21442] understanding, all. That is to say he brought the poison a hundred years
[Circe] [21479] is their cry, their chimera, their panacea. Laboursaving apparatuses,
[Circe] [21484] and power. But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev ...
[Circe] [21543] A BLACKSMITH: (MURMURS) For the honour of God! And is that Bloom? He
[Circe] [21620] telling effect. Half a league onward! They charge! All is lost now! Do we
[Circe] [21636] BLOOM: My beloved subjects, a new era is about to dawn. I, Bloom, tell
[Circe] [21637] you verily it is even now at hand. Yea, on the word of a Bloom, ye shall
[Circe] [21638] ere long enter into the golden city which is to be, the new Bloomusalem
[Circe] [21656] THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Don't you believe a word he says. That man is
[Circe] [21657] Leopold M'Intosh, the notorious fireraiser. His real name is Higgins.
[Circe] [21726] JIMMY HENRY: The Court of Conscience is now open. His Most Catholic
[Circe] [21759] CHRIS CALLINAN: What is the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of
[Circe] [21784] CROFTON: This is indeed a festivity.
[Circe] [21818] FATHER FARLEY: He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian
[Circe] [21840] BLOOM: What railway opera is like a tramline in Gibraltar? The Rows of
[Circe] [21865] man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a disgrace to christian men.
[Circe] [21869] infamy, is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse. A worshipper of
[Circe] [21870] the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his nostrils. The stake
[Circe] [21880] BLOOM: (EXCITEDLY) This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again. By
[Circe] [21882] is my double. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn. Slander, the viper,
[Circe] [21888] is bisexually abnormal. He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace's private
[Circe] [21889] asylum for demented gentlemen. Born out of bedlock hereditary epilepsy is
[Circe] [21892] chronic exhibitionism. Ambidexterity is also latent. He is prematurely
[Circe] [21902] DR MADDEN: Hypsospadia is also marked. In the interest of coming
[Circe] [21906] DR CROTTHERS: I have examined the patient's urine. It is albuminoid.
[Circe] [21907] Salivation is insufficient, the patellar reflex intermittent.
[Circe] [21909] DR PUNCH COSTELLO: The FETOR JUDAICUS is most perceptible.
[Circe] [21911] DR DIXON: (READS A BILL OF HEALTH) Professor Bloom is a finished example
[Circe] [21912] of the new womanly man. His moral nature is simple and lovable. Many have
[Circe] [21913] found him a dear man, a dear person. He is a rather quaint fellow on the
[Circe] [21916] Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. He is
[Circe] [21923] sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak. He is
[Circe] [21985] A DEADHAND: (WRITES ON THE WALL) Bloom is a cod.
[Circe] [22022] sins of the people to Azazel, the spirit which is in the wilderness, and
[Circe] [22044] REUBEN J: (WHISPERS HOARSELY) The squeak is out. A split is gone for the
[Circe] [22096] to be. Life's dream is o'er. End it peacefully. They can live on. (HE
[Circe] [22105] BLOOM: (BITTERLY) Man and woman, love, what is it? A cork and bottle. I'm
[Circe] [22128] (EARNESTLY) You know how difficult it is. I needn't tell you.
[Circe] [22163] After you is good manners.
[Circe] [22223] STEPHEN: As a matter of fact it is of no importance whether Benedetto
[Circe] [22224] Marcello found it or made it. The rite is the poet's rest. It may be an
[Circe] [22226] is susceptible of nodes or modes as far apart as hyperphrygian and
[Circe] [22228] that is Circe's or what am I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip from the
[Circe] [22230] MAIS NOM DE NOM, that is another pair of trousers. JETEZ LA GOURME. FAUT
[Circe] [22232] Which side is your knowledge bump?
[Circe] [22234] THE CAP: (WITH SATURNINE SPLEEN) Bah! It is because it is. Woman's
[Circe] [22235] reason. Jewgreek is greekjew. Extremes meet. Death is the highest form of
[Circe] [22243] STEPHEN: Here's another for you. (HE FROWNS) The reason is because the
[Circe] [22249] STEPHEN: (WITH AN EFFORT) Interval which. Is the greatest possible
[Circe] [22269] FLORRY: They say the last day is coming this summer.
[Circe] [22338] Say, I am operating all this trunk line. Boys, do it now. God's time is
[Circe] [22350] whole pie with jam in. It's just the cutest snappiest line out. It is
[Circe] [22395] DISCREETLY) He is our friend. I need not mention names. Seek thou the
[Circe] [22440] ZOE: (HER HEAD PERCHED ASIDE IN MOCK PRIDE) Is that the way to hand the
[Circe] [22464] VIRAG: (HEELS TOGETHER, BOWS) My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely.
[Circe] [22465] (HE COUGHS THOUGHTFULLY, DRILY) Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence
[Circe] [22466] hereabouts, eh? Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is
[Circe] [22474] gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I
[Circe] [22480] BLOOM: She is rather lean.
[Circe] [22498] is plenty of her visible to the naked eye. Observe the mass of oxygenated
[Circe] [22509] VIRAG: (HIS TONGUE UPCURLING) Lyum! Look. Her beam is broad. She is
[Circe] [22528] remedy. Not for sale. Hire only. Huguenot. (HE TWITCHES) It is a funny
[Circe] [22529] sound. (HE COUGHS ENCOURAGINGLY) But possibly it is only a wart. I
[Circe] [22549] melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. Virag is going to talk about
[Circe] [22556] sublime to the ridiculous is but a step. Pyjamas, let us say? Or
[Circe] [22565] this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now is
[Circe] [22581] says is the book sensation of the year. Some, to example, there are again
[Circe] [22582] whose movements are automatic. Perceive. That is his appropriate sun.
[Circe] [22601] BLOOM: (ABSENTLY) Ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse. Always open
[Circe] [22619] moth moth? Who's dear Gerald? Dear Ger, that you? O dear, he is Gerald.
[Circe] [22652] is a flower that bloometh.
[Circe] [22659] Expect this is the. Steve, thou art in a parlous way. Must visit old
[Circe] [22681] PHILIP SOBER: Take a fool's advice. All is not well. Work it out with the
[Circe] [22696] STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
[Circe] [22806] HENRY: All is lost now.
[Circe] [22824] LYNCH: He is. A cardinal's son.
[Circe] [22884] ZOE: The devil is in that door.
[Circe] [22933] taste too, mauve. But it is so long since I. Seems new. Aphro. That
[Circe] [22954] THE FAN: (HALF OPENING, THEN CLOSING) And the missus is master. Petticoat
[Circe] [22957] BLOOM: (LOOKS DOWN WITH A SHEEPISH GRIN) That is so.
[Circe] [22964] THE FAN: (FOLDED AKIMBO AGAINST HER WAIST) Is me her was you dreamed
[Circe] [22973] THE FAN: (TAPPING) We have met. You are mine. It is fate.
[Circe] [22987] RICHIE GOULDING: (BAGWEIGHTED, PASSES THE DOOR) Mocking is catch. Best
[Circe] [23137] NURSING A FAT LEG) I see Keating Clay is elected vicechairman of the
[Circe] [23229] BELLO: (STERNLY) No insubordination! The sawdust is there in the corner
[Circe] [23295] another gentleman out of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office) is on the
[Circe] [23327] skirt, riding up at the knee to show a peep of white pantalette, is a
[Circe] [23349] young fellow! He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Well for you,
[Circe] [23367] BELLO: (RUTHLESSLY) No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman's will
[Circe] [23378] But that dress, the green! And her hair is dyed gold and he ...
[Circe] [23416] secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Your epitaph is written. You
[Circe] [23497] rather was pushed. Steel wine is said to cure snoring. For the rest there
[Circe] [23498] is that English invention, pamphlet of which I received some days ago,
[Circe] [23500] (HE SIGHS) 'Twas ever thus. Frailty, thy name is marriage.
[Circe] [23531] THE YEWS: (MINGLING THEIR BOUGHS) Listen. Whisper. She is right, our
[Circe] [23571] THE YEWS: (RUSTLING) She is right, our sister. Whisper. (WHISPERED KISSES
[Circe] [23592] Capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon. Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired,
[Circe] [23719] Fair play, madam. No pruningknife. The fox and the grapes, is it? What do
[Circe] [23750] bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of hay
[Circe] [23763] What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.
[Circe] [23772] BLOOM: (WITH FEELING) It is nothing, but still, a relic of poor mamma.
[Circe] [23778] God'll ask you where is that
[Circe] [23783] BLOOM: There is a memory attached to it. I should like to have it.
[Circe] [23785] STEPHEN: To have or not to have that is the question.
[Circe] [23810] AND TAKES OUT AND HANDS HER TWO CROWNS) Permit, BREVI MANU, my sight is
[Circe] [23862] BLOOM: This is yours.
[Circe] [23864] STEPHEN: How is that? LES DISTRAIT or absentminded beggar. (HE FUMBLES
[Circe] [23877] BLOOM: I will but is it wise? (HE COUNTS) One, seven, eleven, and five.
[Circe] [23884] BLOOM: That is one pound six and eleven. One pound seven, say.
[Circe] [23891] CIGARETTE FROM THE SOFA TO THE TABLE) And so Georgina Johnson is dead and
[Circe] [23920] ZOE: Is he hungry?
[Circe] [23953] DON JOHN CONMEE: Now, Father Dolan! Now. I'm sure that Stephen is a very
[Circe] [23995] BLOOM: (POINTS TO HIS HAND) That weal there is an accident. Fell and cut
[Circe] [24055] BLOOM: Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedy is in her bath, sir.
[Circe] [24063] BELLA: What? What is it?
[Circe] [24141] SUSY: Mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over!
[Circe] [24183] very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with
[Circe] [24532] STEPHEN: (HORRORSTRUCK) Lemur, who are you? No. What bogeyman's trick is
[Circe] [24555] strangers? Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls in the
[Circe] [24646] chimney's broken. Here is all he ...
[Circe] [24653] FLORRY: (WITH A GLASS OF WATER, ENTERS) Where is he?
[Circe] [24663] and paying nothing. Are you my commander here or? Where is he? I'll
[Circe] [24762] shirts. Shirt is synechdoche. Part for the whole.
[Circe] [24775] is on here. What is it precisely?
[Circe] [24784] Come now, professor, that carman is waiting.
[Circe] [24795] STEPHEN: (LAUGHS EMPTILY) My centre of gravity is displaced. I have
[Circe] [24797] life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar
[Circe] [24799] But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.
[Circe] [24822] IS PRINTED Defense d'uriner. A ROAR OF WELCOME GREETS HIM.)
[Circe] [24836] view though I have no king myself for the moment. This is the age of
[Circe] [24837] patent medicines. A discussion is difficult down here. But this is the
[Circe] [24858] a little more than is good for him. Absinthe. Greeneyed monster. I know
[Circe] [24864] PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a bugger who he is.
[Circe] [24866] PRIVATE COMPTON: We don't give a bugger who he is.
[Circe] [24888] BIDDY THE CLAP: One immediately observes that he is of patrician lineage.
[Circe] [24955] STEPHEN: (THROWS UP HIS HANDS) O, this is too monotonous! Nothing. He
[Circe] [25052] And thy quarrons dainty is.
[Circe] [25104] IS STUCK) My body.
[Circe] [25164] soldier hit him. He's a professor. Is he hurted? Don't manhandle him!
[Circe] [25189] CISSY CAFFREY: (WITH EXPECTATION) Is he bleeding!
[Circe] [25207] PRIVATE CARR: (STAGGERING AS HE IS PULLED AWAY) God fuck old Bennett.
[Circe] [25254] scandal, you understand. Father is a wellknown highly respected citizen.
[Circe] [25343] BLOOM: Eh! Ho! (THERE IS NO ANSWER; HE BENDS AGAIN) Mr Dedalus! (THERE IS
[Circe] [25346] Stephen! (THERE IS NO ANSWER. HE CALLS AGAIN.) Stephen!
[Eumeus] [25460] is fancy bread, at Rourke's the baker's it is said.
[Eumeus] [25537] Stephen, that is when the accosting figure came to close quarters, though
[Eumeus] [25654] laughingly, Stephen, that is:
[Eumeus] [25656] --He is down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named
[Eumeus] [25676] smile, will you sleep yourself? Walking to Sandycove is out of the
[Eumeus] [25689] --I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen answered unconcernedly.
[Eumeus] [25696] it was perfectly evident that the other two, Mulligan, that is, and that
[Eumeus] [25717] knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all probability he
[Eumeus] [25718] never realised what it is to be without regular meals. Of course you
[Eumeus] [25735] --Except it simply amounts to one thing and he is what they call picking
[Eumeus] [25794] your poetry in that language? BELLA POETRIA! It is so melodious and full.
[Eumeus] [25802] --Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined pensively, at the
[Eumeus] [25899] Know where that is?
[Eumeus] [25924] wind! Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, POST MORTEM child. With a high
[Eumeus] [26057] city life in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at her
[Eumeus] [26117] At this remark passed obviously in the spirit of WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS
[Eumeus] [26197] --What age is he? queried one hearer who, by the way, seen from the side,
[Eumeus] [26221] name of Antonio, done that. There he is himself, a Greek.
[Eumeus] [26228] --See here, he said, showing Antonio. There he is cursing the mate. And
[Eumeus] [26229] there he is now, he added, the same fellow, pulling the skin with his
[Eumeus] [26276] (hers were, that is) if they really loved him, that is to say, love me,
[Eumeus] [26292] suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition. Still no
[Eumeus] [26293] matter what the cause is from ...
[Eumeus] [26299] the soul. She is a bad merchant. She buys dear and sells cheap.
[Eumeus] [26321] --They tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and
[Eumeus] [26324] hear, is quite capable of adding that to the number of His other
[Eumeus] [26332] --Simple? I shouldn't think that is the proper word. Of course, I grant
[Eumeus] [26334] moon. But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance
[Eumeus] [26353] My belief is, to tell you the candid truth, that those bits were genuine
[Eumeus] [26437] that is rather a far cry, you see once in a way, Marcella the midget
[Eumeus] [26467] wife is, so to speak, Spanish, half that is. Point of fact she could
[Eumeus] [26490] what I'm talking about is the female form. Besides they have so little
[Eumeus] [26493] is, a foible of mine but still it's a thing I simply hate to see.
[Eumeus] [26666] trick, supposing, that is, it was prearranged as the lookeron, a student
[Eumeus] [26716] eyes conversing, CHRISTUS or Bloom his name is or after all any other,
[Eumeus] [26720] the question. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to right
[Eumeus] [26721] and wrong but room for improvement all round there certainly is though
[Eumeus] [26773] the sense is, if you work.
[Eumeus] [26791] thing. Writing for the newspapers which is the readiest channel nowadays.
[Eumeus] [26796] What? You both belong to Ireland, the brain and the brawn. Each is
[Eumeus] [26922] --Is that first epistle to the Hebrews, he asked as soon as his bottom
[Eumeus] [26925] --It is. Really, Mr Bloom said (though first he fancied he alluded to the
[Eumeus] [27009] the description given, introduce himself with: EXCUSE ME, MY NAME IS SO
[Eumeus] [27057] supernumerary that is (who was just the usual everyday FAREWELL, MY
[Eumeus] [27060] that is, not the other) in his own peculiar way which she of course,
[Eumeus] [27387] RED AS A ROSE IS SHE.
[Eumeus] [27396] that is to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial
[Eumeus] [27433] moment. The only thing is to walk then you'll feel a different man. Come.
[Eumeus] [27528] acquaintance as she is passionately attached to music of any kind.
[Ithaca] [28417] What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat?
[Ithaca] [28426] of deceases. The name on the label is Plumtree. A plumtree in a meatpot,
[Ithaca] [28597] thy hair is as a slice of pomegranate).
[Ithaca] [28749] One of all, the least of all, is the victim predestined. Once by
[Ithaca] [28751] is abandoned and challenges him reluctant and, as an apparition of hope
[Ithaca] [29109] of vanities and to all that is vanity.
[Ithaca] [30103] Tomorrow will be a week that I received... it is no use Leopold to be ...
[Ithaca] [30104] with your dear mother ... that is not more to stand ... to her ... all
[Ithaca] [30105] for me is out ... be kind to Athos, Leopold ... my dear son ... always
[Ithaca] [30428] enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if
[Ithaca] [30430] last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor
[Penelope] [30719] is clean but I suppose Id have to dring it into him for a month yes and
[Penelope] [30752] forty he is now so as to wheedle any money she can out of him no fool
[Penelope] [30761] is not enough for them it was all his fault of course ruining servants
[Penelope] [30795] out with statues encouraging him making him worse than he is who is in
[Penelope] [30796] your mind now tell me who are you thinking of who is it tell me his name
[Penelope] [30797] who tell me who the german Emperor is it yes imagine Im him think of him
[Penelope] [30827] of his fathers I wonder is he awake thinking of me or dreaming am I in it
[Penelope] [30846] what it is to have one yes when I lit the lamp because he must have come
[Penelope] [30849] though his nose is not so big after I took off all my things with the
[Penelope] [30859] and do it on me considering how big it is so much the better in case any
[Penelope] [30867] with a shock of hair on it Jesusjack the child is a black the last time I
[Penelope] [30881] is so sensitive about everything I was fuming with myself after for
[Penelope] [30913] kind he is what spoils him I dont wonder in the least because he was very
[Penelope] [30967] tight to walk in my hand is nice like that if I only had a ring with the
[Penelope] [30983] which is my brown part he was pretty hot for all his tinny voice too my
[Penelope] [30994] it off asking me questions is it permitted to enquire the shape of my
[Penelope] [31033] understand you I said and wasnt it natural so it is of course it used to
[Penelope] [31056] England home and beauty when I was whistling there is a charming girl I
[Penelope] [31066] better hes going where he is besides something always happens with him
[Penelope] [31096] is very intelligent the coming man Griffiths is he well he doesnt look it
[Penelope] [31150] way the world is divided in any case if its going to go on I want at
[Penelope] [31155] hadnt yes and the second pair of silkette stockings is laddered after one
[Penelope] [31163] is a bit too big Ill have to knock off the stout at dinner or am I
[Penelope] [31169] wonder is that antifat any good might overdo it the thin ones are not so
[Penelope] [31178] skin underneath is much finer where it peeled off there on my finger
[Penelope] [31277] kick or a bang of something there the woman is beauty of course thats
[Penelope] [31326] place hotter than it is that rain was lovely and refreshing just after my
[Penelope] [31330] mountain they think is so great with the red sentries here and there the
[Penelope] [31338] you sing Waiting and in old Madrid Concone is the name of those exercises
[Penelope] [31382] blanket is too heavy on me thats better I havent even one decent
[Penelope] [31460] silly women believe love is sighing I am dying still if he wrote it I
[Penelope] [31501] true word spoken in jest there is a flower that bloometh a few things I
[Penelope] [31553] about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the black water and is quite
[Penelope] [31627] make it double My Ladys Bower is too long for an encore about the moated
[Penelope] [31631] that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole is itching me
[Penelope] [31643] porkbutchers is a great rogue I hope that lamp is not smoking fill my
[Penelope] [31671] Ill get a bit of fish tomorrow or today is it Friday yes I will with some
[Penelope] [31677] beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very name is
[Penelope] [31685] out for the day Whit Monday is a cursed day too no wonder that bee bit
[Penelope] [31697] dont know who he is with that other beauty Burke out of the City Arms
[Penelope] [31700] lost between us thats 1 consolation I wonder what kind is that book he
[Penelope] [31727] imagine his poor wife or mother or whoever she is such a face youd run
[Penelope] [31740] Skerrys academy where shed have to learn not like me getting all IS at
[Penelope] [31762] well he sent her where she is she was just getting out of bounds wanting
[Penelope] [31768] what they say her tongue is a bit too long for my taste your blouse is
[Penelope] [31832] now is he right in his head I ask pity it wasnt washing day my old pair
[Penelope] [31859] I wish he had what I had then hed boo I bet the cat itself is better off
[Penelope] [31862] he is I dont want to ruin the clean sheets I just put on I suppose the
[Penelope] [31871] put the quilt on the floor with the pillow under my bottom I wonder is it
[Penelope] [31872] nicer in the day I think it is easy I think Ill cut all this hair off me
[Penelope] [31884] than that look how white they are the smoothest place is right there
[Penelope] [31889] who knows is there anything the matter with my insides or have I
[Penelope] [31910] how much is that doctor one guinea please and asking me had I frequent
[Penelope] [31919] comes from it is a thing of beauty and of joy for ever something he got
[Penelope] [31973] consolation that he says is so capable and sincerely Irish he is indeed
[Penelope] [31984] without some old Aristocrat or whatever his name is disgusting you more
[Penelope] [31994] too thinking only of his own pleasure his tongue is too flat or I dont
[Penelope] [32005] course and thats the way his money goes this is the fruits of Mr Paddy
[Penelope] [32017] especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does of course his wife is
[Penelope] [32037] love is the new was one of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the hawthorn
[Penelope] [32046] wonder what sort is his son he says hes an author and going to be a
[Penelope] [32047] university professor of Italian and Im to take lessons what is he driving
[Penelope] [32072] thought he was quite different I wonder is he too young hes about wait 88
[Penelope] [32073] I was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was he then at Dillons
[Penelope] [32082] poetry is in the air the blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully
[Penelope] [32154] dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I kiss the feet of you senorita
[Penelope] [32190] only for us they dont know what it is to be a woman and a mother how
[Penelope] [32224] it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the name of any
[Penelope] [32238] awake without a Gods notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord
[Penelope] [32263] wanted that his wife is I s l o fucked yes and damn well fucked too up to
[Penelope] [32271] much doesnt everybody only they hide it I suppose thats what a woman is
[Penelope] [32286] Ill suggest about yes O wait now sonny my turn is coming Ill be quite gay
[Penelope] [32293] ceiling where is she gone now make him want me thats the only way a
[Penelope] [32318] ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no
[Penelope] [32334] saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get