Ulysses by James Joyce

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

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[Telemachus] [110] --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.
[Telemachus] [119] original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and
[Telemachus] [126] --Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said.
[Telemachus] [418] --Do, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan said. For my sake and for all our
[Telemachus] [700] --Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said.
[Telemachus] [1003] That's our national problem, I'm afraid, just now.
[Nestor] [1391] lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent, stony
[Nestor] [1392] sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their
[Nestor] [1447] --First, our little financial settlement, he said.
[Nestor] [1620] which so often in our history. Our cattle trade. The way of all our old
[Nestor] [1695] --The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human
[Nestor] [1715] to our shore here, MacMurrough's wife and her leman, O'Rourke, prince of
[Proteus] [1851] sinking in the silted sand. Like me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty
[Proteus] [1941] --He has nowhere to put it, you mug. Bring in our chippendale chair.
[Proteus] [2101] breaths and grumbling gorges. His breath hangs over our saucestained
[Proteus] [2104] pimander, good shepherd of men. To yoke me as his yokefellow, our crimes
[Proteus] [2105] our common cause. You're your father's son. I know the voice. His fustian
[Proteus] [2118] tobaccoshreds catch fire: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Raw
[Proteus] [2331] You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls do you not think?
[Proteus] [2332] Flutier. Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more,
[Calypso] [2550] he walked in happy warmth. Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our
[Calypso] [2914] we'll break our sides. Families of them. Bone them young so they
[Calypso] [2915] metamspychosis. That we live after death. Our souls. That a man's soul
[Calypso] [3116] bit. Our prize titbit: MATCHAM'S MASTERSTROKE. Written by Mr Philip
[Lotus-Eaters] [3267] street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Griffith's paper is on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3330] --And he said: SAD THING ABOUT OUR POOR FRIEND PADDY! WHAT PADDY? I said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3653] ought to have hats modelled on our heads. They were about him here and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3661] so lonely. In our confraternity. Then come out a bit spreeish. Let off
[Lotus-Eaters] [3726] --O God, our refuge and our strength ...
[Lotus-Eaters] [3747] Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The doctors of the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3752] --Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be our
[Hades] [3953] to your side. Our windingsheet. Never know who will touch you dead.
[Hades] [4415] pays. Penny a week for a sod of turf. Our. Little. Beggar. Baby.
[Hades] [4486] incurables there. Very encouraging. Our Lady's Hospice for the dying.
[Hades] [4591] --I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Mr Power said.
[Hades] [4983] of Our Saviour the widow had got put up.
[Aeolus] [5452] --Don't you think his face is like Our Saviour? Red Murray whispered.
[Aeolus] [5457] Our Saviour: beardframed oval face: talking in the dusk. Mary,
[Aeolus] [5462] --Yes, Red Murray agreed. But Mario was said to be the picture of Our
[Aeolus] [5487] --Well, he is one of our saviours also.
[Aeolus] [5793] with pomp of tone. OUR LOVELY LAND.
[Aeolus] [5871] --PEAKS, Ned Lambert went on, TOWERING HIGH ON HIGH, TO BATHE OUR SOULS,
[Aeolus] [6174] foot (on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal obsession. He gazed
[Aeolus] [6178] --Which they accordingly did do, Lenehan said. Our old ancient ancestors,
[Aeolus] [6293] and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit. We are liege
[Aeolus] [6571] guttersheet not to mention PADDY KELLY'S BUDGET, PUE'S OCCURRENCES and our
[Aeolus] [6626] that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives.
[Aeolus] [6731] ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our
[Aeolus] [6916] them. What's keeping our friend?
[Lestrygonians] [7138] the King. God. Save. Our. Sitting on his throne sucking red jujubes white.
[Lestrygonians] [7162] luminous crucifix. Our Saviour. Wake up in the dead of night and see him
[Lestrygonians] [7304] foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. Our staple
[Lestrygonians] [7316] the obituaries, cold meat department. You can't lick 'em. What? Our
[Lestrygonians] [7325] Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Sweet name
[Lestrygonians] [7594] toady news. Our gracious and popular vicereine. Bought the IRISH FIELD
[Lestrygonians] [7742] squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob. Or gas about our
[Lestrygonians] [8058] with our incorporated drinkingcup. Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8803] --Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton censured, have yet to create a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8813] of Hamlet bring our minds into contact with the eternal wisdom, Plato's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8839] bad karma first. Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8931] in his palms. Nine lives are taken off for his father's one. Our Father
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8945] Best's behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our flesh
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9012] As for living our servants can do that for us, Villiers de l'Isle has
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9154] --I don't know if I can. Thursday. We have our meeting. If I can get away
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9173] sheaf of our younger poets' verses. We are all looking forward anxiously.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9195] clever, isn't it? They remind one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Our
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9269] much. Others abide our question. A shadow hangs over all the rest.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9291] --As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, from
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9384] with--what shall I say?--our notions of what ought not to have been.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9483] perhaps of our brilliancies of theorising. I hear that an actress played
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9552] conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long like the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9570] Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9725] Our judges tell us.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10249] playbox, Haines and I, the plumbers' hall. Our players are creating a new
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10297] --The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10391] FROM OUR BLESS'D ALTARS.
[Wandering Rocks] [10619] our ways.
[Wandering Rocks] [10807] --Our father who art not in heaven.
[Wandering Rocks] [11730] --O, Father Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.
[Wandering Rocks] [11818] --Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben
[Wandering Rocks] [11853] --You could try our friend, Mr Power suggested backward.
[Wandering Rocks] [11921] our forefathers.
[Wandering Rocks] [11981] --Yes, Mulligan said. That's John Howard, his brother, our city marshal.
[Sirens] [13070] --Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said. Where's
[Sirens] [13794] --No, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. THE CROPPY BOY. Our native Doric.
[Cyclops] [14294] --What about paying our respects to our friend? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [14697] resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he had heard from
[Cyclops] [14723] He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. Fleet
[Cyclops] [14935] by our side and the foes we hate before us.
[Cyclops] [14952] charabancs had been provided for the comfort of our country cousins of
[Cyclops] [14956] Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade with their broadsheets among
[Cyclops] [15017] eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers) was easily
[Cyclops] [15048] in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the
[Cyclops] [15146] among other achievements, the recitation of verse. Our greatest living
[Cyclops] [15160] we believe that our readers will find the topical allusion rather
[Cyclops] [15163] the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our
[Cyclops] [15232] --Let me, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however
[Cyclops] [15311] Ga Ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Black Liz is our hen. She lays eggs
[Cyclops] [15395] games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers. The
[Cyclops] [15396] wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old
[Cyclops] [15410] greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen
[Cyclops] [15623] our pints in peace. Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself.
[Cyclops] [15724] want no more strangers in our house.
[Cyclops] [15733] --The strangers, says the citizen. Our own fault. We let them come in. We
[Cyclops] [15744] --A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, that's what's the cause of all our
[Cyclops] [15853] won't see, if you know what that means. Where are our missing
[Cyclops] [15855] our lost tribes? And our potteries and textiles, the finest in
[Cyclops] [15856] the whole world! And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time
[Cyclops] [15857] of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim
[Cyclops] [15858] and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass
[Cyclops] [15859] down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since
[Cyclops] [15860] Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory
[Cyclops] [15866] Connemara marble, silver from Tipperary, second to none, our farfamed
[Cyclops] [15868] to pay customs duties for the right to fish in our waters. What do the
[Cyclops] [15869] yellowjohns of Anglia owe us for our ruined trade and our ruined hearths?
[Cyclops] [15917] --And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. We had our trade with
[Cyclops] [15924] citizen, clapping his thigh. our harbours that are empty will be full
[Cyclops] [15930] first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to
[Cyclops] [15959] --But what about the fighting navy, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?
[Cyclops] [16010] --We'll put force against force, says the citizen. We have our greater
[Cyclops] [16031] broken treatystone. We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild
[Cyclops] [16128] scenes depicted on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths
[Cyclops] [16325] Our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted from their
[Cyclops] [16337] --Bestir thyself, sirrah! cried he who had knocked. Look to our steeds.
[Cyclops] [16449] says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our
[Cyclops] [16701] seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534, the
[Cyclops] [16730] away from our midst. The work of salvage, removal of DEBRIS, human remains
[Nausicaa] [16819] and Master Jacky. Boys will be boys and our two twins were no exception
[Nausicaa] [17100] the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto,
[Nausicaa] [17166] by himself came gallantly to the rescue and intercepted the ball. Our two
[Nausicaa] [17287] and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to the archangel Gabriel be it done
[Nausicaa] [18060] Like our small talk. And says she and says he. Nerve they have to fly over
[Oxen of the Sun] [18326] various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images,
[Oxen of the Sun] [18440] the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for
[Oxen of the Sun] [18491] cried with one acclaim nay, by our Virgin Mother, the wife should live
[Oxen of the Sun] [18504] said, our lust is brief. We are means to those small creatures within us
[Oxen of the Sun] [18525] soul was infused and how in all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for
[Oxen of the Sun] [18576] of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our mighty mother and mother most
[Oxen of the Sun] [18580] other, our grandam, which we are linked up with by successive anastomosis
[Oxen of the Sun] [18675] agreeable unto nature so is it with our subsolar being. The aged sisters
[Oxen of the Sun] [18683] what region of remoteness the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his
[Oxen of the Sun] [18880] that was sent to our island by farmer Nicholas, the bravest cattlebreeder
[Oxen of the Sun] [18885] of his nostrils so that the women of our island, leaving doughballs and
[Oxen of the Sun] [18904] scarce walk to pasture. To remedy which our cozening dames and damsels
[Oxen of the Sun] [18955] Our worthy acquaintance Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the doorway
[Oxen of the Sun] [18968] to the noblest task for which our bodily organism has been framed. Well,
[Oxen of the Sun] [18989] in favour with our ascendancy party. He proposed to set up there a
[Oxen of the Sun] [19080] sir, I wander from the point. How mingled and imperfect are all our
[Oxen of the Sun] [19101] blessing, has implanted it in our hearts and it has become a household
[Oxen of the Sun] [19102] word that IL Y A DEUX CHOSES for which the innocence of our original
[Oxen of the Sun] [19108] which promised so bravely for the enrichment of our store of knowledge.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19173] middle span of our allotted years that he had passed through the thousand
[Oxen of the Sun] [19225] civic rights, constituted himself the lord paramount of our internal
[Oxen of the Sun] [19581] the sanitary conditions in which our greylunged citizens contract
[Oxen of the Sun] [19584] by our streets, hideous publicity posters, religious ministers of all
[Oxen of the Sun] [19604] so well as they do, all things considered and in spite of our human
[Oxen of the Sun] [19611] beautify our public parks is subject to a law of numeration as yet
[Oxen of the Sun] [19622] which, though productive of pain to some of our feelings (notably the
[Oxen of the Sun] [19638] staggering bob in the vile parlance of our lowerclass licensed
[Oxen of the Sun] [19674] after our famous hero of the South African war, lord Bobs of Waterford
[Oxen of the Sun] [19715] Our Lady of the Cherries, a comely brace of them pendent from an ear,
[Oxen of the Sun] [19821] gone. Yours? Mead of our fathers for the UBERMENSCH. Dittoh. Five number
[Oxen of the Sun] [19861] down our side. Gawds teruth, Chawley. We are nae fou. We're nae tha fou.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19877] lust our refuge and our strength. Decamping. Must you go? Off to mammy.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19878] Stand by. Hide my blushes someone. All in if he spots me. Come ahome, our
[Oxen of the Sun] [19884] Through yerd our lord, Amen.
[Circe] [20437] mingling of our different little conjugials. You know I had a soft corner
[Circe] [20652] And free our native land.
[Circe] [20812] one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles. Got his
[Circe] [20819] there among you. The R. D. F., with our own Metropolitan police,
[Circe] [20820] guardians of our homes, the pluckiest lads and the finest body of men, as
[Circe] [20821] physique, in the service of our sovereign.
[Circe] [21444] Lies. All our habits. Why, look at our public life!
[Circe] [21453] programme. CUI BONO? But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their phantom
[Circe] [21456] AN ELECTOR: Three times three for our future chief magistrate!
[Circe] [21481] hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted
[Circe] [21595] BLOOM: My subjects! We hereby nominate our faithful charger Copula Felix
[Circe] [21596] hereditary Grand Vizier and announce that we have this day repudiated our
[Circe] [21597] former spouse and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene,
[Circe] [21608] BLOOM: (EMBRACES JOHN HOWARD PARNELL) We thank you from our heart, John,
[Circe] [21609] for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the promised land of our
[Circe] [21619] Ladysmith. Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with
[Circe] [21622] our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their
[Circe] [21729] Given at this our loyal city of Dublin in the year I of the Paradisiacal
[Circe] [21788] ALEXANDER KEYES: When will we have our own house of keys?
[Circe] [21819] seeking to overthrow our holy faith.
[Circe] [21923] sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak. He is
[Circe] [22122] you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola? Come and I'll peel
[Circe] [22355] time. Bumboosers, save your stamps. (HE SHOUTS) Now then our glory song.
[Circe] [22370] our sisters dear. (HE WINKS AT HIS AUDIENCE) Our Mr President, he twig
[Circe] [22395] DISCREETLY) He is our friend. I need not mention names. Seek thou the
[Circe] [22473] coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of
[Circe] [22550] amputation. Our old friend caustic. They must be starved. Snip off with
[Circe] [22573] hundred and fifty of our era. One tablespoonful of honey will attract
[Circe] [22660] Deasy or telegraph. Our interview of this morning has left on me a deep
[Circe] [22661] impression. Though our ages. Will write fully tomorrow. I'm partially
[Circe] [22981] my left glutear muscle. It runs in our family. Poor dear papa, a widower,
[Circe] [23257] BLOOM: Don't ask me! Our mutual faith. Pleasants street. I only thought
[Circe] [23274] BELLO: (SATIRICALLY) By day you will souse and bat our smelling
[Circe] [23275] underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and swab out our latrines
[Circe] [23389] BELLO: Changed, eh? Our whatnot, our writingtable where we never wrote,
[Circe] [23390] aunt Hegarty's armchair, our classic reprints of old masters. A man and
[Circe] [23425] none see you damn well get it, steal it, rob it! We'll bury you in our
[Circe] [23458] THE YEWS: (THEIR LEAVES WHISPERING) Sister. Our sister. Ssh!
[Circe] [23531] THE YEWS: (MINGLING THEIR BOUGHS) Listen. Whisper. She is right, our
[Circe] [23540] excursion? Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?
[Circe] [23571] THE YEWS: (RUSTLING) She is right, our sister. Whisper. (WHISPERED KISSES
[Circe] [23578] THE YEWS: (SWEEPING DOWNWARD) Sister, yes. And on our virgin sward.
[Circe] [23730] Your strength our weakness. What's our studfee? What will you pay on the
[Circe] [23910] STEPHEN: Lamb of London, who takest away the sins of our world.
[Circe] [24245] our flag flying! An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed.
[Circe] [24305] STEPHEN: Hark! Our friend noise in the street.
[Circe] [24537] BUTTER FALL FROM HIS EYES ON TO THE SCONE) Our great sweet mother! EPI
[Circe] [24905] That hanged our Irish leaders.
[Circe] [24983] A ROUGH: Our men retreated.
[Circe] [25000] troops. Isn't that history? Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Honoured by our
[Circe] [25266] SECOND WATCH: It's our duty.
[Circe] [25297] CORNY KELLEHER: Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we
[Eumeus] [25457] close to where they were, the very palatable odour indeed of our daily
[Eumeus] [25771] moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corner
[Eumeus] [25820] --Yes, to be sure, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Of course. Our name
[Eumeus] [26008] missive which made him nourish some suspicions of our friend's BONA FIDES
[Eumeus] [26024] sights of the great metropolis, the spectacle of our modern Babylon where
[Eumeus] [26051] small blame to our vaunted society that the man in the street, when the
[Eumeus] [26153] Our SOI-DISANT sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering:
[Eumeus] [26355] question of our national poet over again, who precisely wrote them like
[Eumeus] [26358] way? Let me stir it. And take a piece of that bun. It's like one of our
[Eumeus] [26404] --Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr Bloom APROPOS of
[Eumeus] [26425] of identical name who sprang from the pen of our national poet) who
[Eumeus] [26486] museum today, shortly prior to our meeting if I can so call it, and I
[Eumeus] [26639] peasant. He's the backbone of our empire. You know Jem Mullins?
[Eumeus] [26690] on. In any case that was very ancient history by now and as for our
[Eumeus] [26722] every country, they say, our own distressful included, has the government
[Eumeus] [26772] in our classical days in ALMA MATER, VITA BENE. Where you can live well,
[Eumeus] [26887] allembracing give us this day our daily press. First he got a bit of a
[Eumeus] [27285] put upon him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend at the gathering of
[Eumeus] [27338] --I propose, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while
[Eumeus] [27503] --Our lives are in peril tonight. Beware of the steamroller.
[Ithaca] [28409] gratis 1 pair of our special non-compo boots, guaranteed 1 candle power.
[Ithaca] [28501] What to do with our wives.
[Ithaca] [29051] and in volume 900 times the dimension of our planet: of Arcturus: of the
[Ithaca] [29053] nebula in which 100 of our solar systems could be contained: of moribund
[Ithaca] [29054] and of nascent new stars such as Nova in 1901: of our system plunging
[Ithaca] [30042] What a pity the government did not supply our men with wonderworkers
[Penelope] [30712] cover our faces but she was a welleducated woman certainly and her gabby
[Penelope] [30762] then proposing that she could eat at our table on Christmas day if you
[Penelope] [30880] about Our Lord being a carpenter at last he made me cry of course a woman
[Penelope] [31060] suppose our rooms at the hotel were beside each other and any fooling
[Penelope] [31149] for our mangy cup of tea itself as a great compliment to be noticed the
[Penelope] [31360] compare our hair mine was thicker than hers she showed me how to settle
[Penelope] [31367] then at the windows then down and our eyes met I felt something go
[Penelope] [31946] religion than the jews and Our Lords both put together all over Asia
[Penelope] [31962] pretending to help the men with our 4 sticks of furniture and then the
[Penelope] [31968] his old lottery tickets that was to be all our salvations or he goes and
[Penelope] [32113] too with our 2 photographs in all the papers when he becomes famous O but
[Penelope] [32155] theres some sense in that didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he did what a
[Penelope] [32164] Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they could I only sent
[Penelope] [32200] child but I knew well Id never have another our 1st death too it was we