Ulysses by James Joyce

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

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[Telemachus] [30] He added in a preacher's tone:
[Telemachus] [57] Buck Mulligan's gay voice went on.
[Telemachus] [101] He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper
[Telemachus] [110] --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.
[Telemachus] [128] He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's
[Telemachus] [131] --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't
[Telemachus] [188] you have g.p.i. He's up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman. General
[Telemachus] [202] --I pinched it out of the skivvy's room, Buck Mulligan said. It does her
[Telemachus] [206] Laughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes.
[Telemachus] [215] Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with him
[Telemachus] [219] --It's not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, is it? he said kindly. God
[Telemachus] [226] and touch him for a guinea. He's stinking with money and thinks you're
[Telemachus] [231] Cranly's arm. His arm.
[Telemachus] [239] Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. Palefaces:
[Telemachus] [244] tailor's shears. A scared calf's face gilded with marmalade. I don't want
[Telemachus] [248] gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, pushes his mower on
[Telemachus] [253] --Let him stay, Stephen said. There's nothing wrong with him except at
[Telemachus] [266] He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow,
[Telemachus] [272] --Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my mother's
[Telemachus] [286] --You said, Stephen answered, O, IT'S ONLY DEDALUS WHOSE MOTHER IS
[Telemachus] [290] Mulligan's cheek.
[Telemachus] [296] --And what is death, he asked, your mother's or yours or my own? You saw
[Telemachus] [298] Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom. It's a beastly
[Telemachus] [301] you have the cursed jesuit strain in you, only it's injected the wrong
[Telemachus] [302] way. To me it's all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral lobes are not
[Telemachus] [304] off the quilt. Humour her till it's over. You crossed her last wish in
[Telemachus] [306] mute from Lalouette's. Absurd! I suppose I did say it. I didn't mean to
[Telemachus] [365] Stephen: love's bitter mystery.
[Telemachus] [390] fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children's
[Telemachus] [409] Buck Mulligan's voice sang from within the tower. It came nearer up the
[Telemachus] [410] staircase, calling again. Stephen, still trembling at his soul's cry,
[Telemachus] [414] apologising for waking us last night. It's all right.
[Telemachus] [423] --I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch
[Telemachus] [456] In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan's gowned form
[Telemachus] [476] --It's in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.
[Telemachus] [488] Where's the sugar? O, jay, there's no milk.
[Telemachus] [495] --We can drink it black, Stephen said thirstily. There's a lemon in the
[Telemachus] [519] Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old woman's
[Telemachus] [535] --That's folk, he said very earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five lines
[Telemachus] [542] --Can you recall, brother, is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken of
[Telemachus] [552] Buck Mulligan's face smiled with delight.
[Telemachus] [574] An old woman came forward and stood by Stephen's elbow.
[Telemachus] [576] --That's a lovely morning, sir, she said. Glory be to God.
[Telemachus] [621] of her but her woman's unclean loins, of man's flesh made not in God's
[Telemachus] [622] likeness, the serpent's prey. And to the loud voice that now bids her be
[Telemachus] [638] --He's English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak Irish
[Telemachus] [642] language myself. I'm told it's a grand language by them that knows.
[Telemachus] [656] --Bill, sir? she said, halting. Well, it's seven mornings a pint at
[Telemachus] [658] mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling. That's a
[Telemachus] [684] She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan's tender chant:
[Telemachus] [719] Conscience. Yet here's a spot.
[Telemachus] [724] Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table and said with warmth
[Telemachus] [745] milkwoman or from him. It's a toss up, I think.
[Telemachus] [752] Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen's arm.
[Telemachus] [758] --To tell you the God's truth I think you're right. Damn all else they
[Telemachus] [769] --There's your snotrag, he said.
[Telemachus] [779] --And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.
[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] [845] loose laughter, said to Stephen's ear:
[Telemachus] [864] --It's a wonderful tale, Haines said, bringing them to halt again.
[Telemachus] [878] doll's head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and began
[Telemachus] [883] MY MOTHER'S A JEW, MY FATHER'S A BIRD.
[Telemachus] [897] He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running forward
[Telemachus] [909] winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury's hat quivering in the fresh wind
[Telemachus] [915] --We oughtn't to laugh, I suppose. He's rather blasphemous. I'm not a
[Telemachus] [929] --There's only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said.
[Telemachus] [982] The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph of
[Telemachus] [991] Father, and Valentine, spurning Christ's terrene body, and the subtle
[Telemachus] [996] church, Michael's host, who defend her ever in the hour of conflict with
[Telemachus] [1001] --Of course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, and I feel as one. I
[Telemachus] [1003] That's our national problem, I'm afraid, just now.
[Telemachus] [1007] --She's making for Bullock harbour.
[Telemachus] [1011] --There's five fathoms out there, he said. It'll be swept up that way
[Telemachus] [1012] when the tide comes in about one. It's nine days today.
[Telemachus] [1042] --Seymour's back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur of
[Telemachus] [1121] The priest's grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. I will
[Telemachus] [1126] seal's, far out on the water, round.
[Nestor] [1144] The boy's blank face asked the blank window.
[Nestor] [1147] memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of
[Nestor] [1149] masonry, and time one livid final flame. What's left us then?
[Nestor] [1170] A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. He curled them
[Nestor] [1172] the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy's breath. Welloff people, proud
[Nestor] [1181] --Tell me now, Stephen said, poking the boy's shoulder with the book,
[Nestor] [1199] For Haines's chapbook. No-one here to hear. Tonight deftly amid wild
[Nestor] [1202] clement master's praise. Why had they chosen all that part? Not wholly
[Nestor] [1206] Had Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam's hand in Argos or Julius Caesar not
[Nestor] [1237] Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated
[Nestor] [1242] my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of
[Nestor] [1261] these craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer's heart and lips
[Nestor] [1263] tribute. To Caesar what is Caesar's, to God what is God's. A long look
[Nestor] [1264] from dark eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church's
[Nestor] [1333] recent and damp as a snail's bed.
[Nestor] [1353] Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink, a snail's
[Nestor] [1357] her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in life? His mother's
[Nestor] [1367] algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. Sargent peered
[Nestor] [1405] he followed towards the door the boy's graceless form.
[Nestor] [1428] And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice
[Nestor] [1455] And now his strongroom for the gold. Stephen's embarrassed hand
[Nestor] [1457] cowries and leopard shells: and this, whorled as an emir's turban, and
[Nestor] [1458] this, the scallop of saint James. An old pilgrim's hoard, dead treasure,
[Nestor] [1469] --Three twelve, he said. I think you'll find that's right.
[Nestor] [1476] Stephen's hand, free again, went back to the hollow shells. Symbols
[Nestor] [1499] He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man's stare.
[Nestor] [1504] Englishman's mouth?
[Nestor] [1511] --Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That's not English. A French Celt said that. He
[Nestor] [1542] saw three generations since O'Connell's time. I remember the famine
[Nestor] [1589] Westminster's Shotover, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, PRIX DE PARIS,
[Nestor] [1591] backing king's colours, and shouted with the shouts of vanished crowds.
[Nestor] [1601] meatfaced woman, a butcher's dame, nuzzling thirstily her clove of orange.
[Nestor] [1606] medley, the joust of life. You mean that knockkneed mother's darling who
[Nestor] [1609] slain, a shout of spearspikes baited with men's bloodied guts.
[Nestor] [1615] --I have put the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy said. It's about the
[Nestor] [1629] Foot and mouth disease. Known as Koch's preparation. Serum and
[Nestor] [1630] virus. Percentage of salted horses. Rinderpest. Emperor's horses at
[Nestor] [1648] signs of a nation's decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation's
[Nestor] [1715] to our shore here, MacMurrough's wife and her leman, O'Rourke, prince of
[Nestor] [1803] stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That's why.
[Proteus] [1849] They came down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently,
[Proteus] [1852] mother. Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the other's gamp
[Proteus] [1869] breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will. From before the
[Proteus] [1887] His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara's or not? My
[Proteus] [1888] consubstantial father's voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother
[Proteus] [1889] Stephen lately? No? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his aunt
[Proteus] [1901] --It's Stephen, sir.
[Proteus] [1918] head: Wilde's REQUIESCAT. The drone of his misleading whistle brings
[Proteus] [1927] Papa's little bedpal. Lump of love.
[Proteus] [1948] He drones bars of Ferrando's ARIA DI SORTITA. The grandest number,
[Proteus] [1958] them, Stephen. Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh's
[Proteus] [1968] and echo, assisting about the altar's horns, the snorted Latin of
[Proteus] [2008] of man's ashes. He coasted them, walking warily. A porterbottle stood up,
[Proteus] [2015] He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara's. Am I not going
[Proteus] [2024] MacMahon. Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris. My father's a bird,
[Proteus] [2025] he lapped the sweet LAIT CHAUD with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face.
[Proteus] [2041] devil's name? Paysayenn. P. C. N., you know: PHYSIQUES, CHIMIQUES ET
[Proteus] [2051] dispossessed. With mother's money order, eight shillings, the banging door
[Proteus] [2055] buttons. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. Not hurt? O, that's all
[Proteus] [2056] right. Shake hands. See what I meant, see? O, that's all right. Shake a
[Proteus] [2057] shake. O, that's all only all right.
[Proteus] [2069] The aunt thinks you killed your mother. That's why she won't.
[Proteus] [2085] Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife's lover's wife, the kerchiefed
[Proteus] [2086] housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand. In Rodot's Yvonne
[Proteus] [2093] fingers smeared with printer's ink, sipping his green fairy as Patrice his
[Proteus] [2102] plates, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips. Of Ireland, the
[Proteus] [2105] our common cause. You're your father's son. I know the voice. His fustian
[Proteus] [2119] facebones under his peep of day boy's hat. How the head centre got away,
[Proteus] [2129] Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Making his day's stations, the
[Proteus] [2134] Peachy cheeks, a zebra skirt, frisky as a young thing's. Spurned and
[Proteus] [2138] that. Old Kilkenny: saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the Nore. Goes
[Proteus] [2165] soul walks with me, form of forms. So in the moon's midwatches I pace the
[Proteus] [2166] path above the rocks, in sable silvered, hearing Elsinore's tempting
[Proteus] [2176] Gautier's prose. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted
[Proteus] [2179] past. Sir Lout's toys. Mind you don't get one bang on the ear. I'm the
[Proteus] [2201] The dog's bark ran towards him, stopped, ran back. Dog of my
[Proteus] [2203] A primrose doublet, fortune's knave, smiled on my fear. For that are you
[Proteus] [2205] Bruce's brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York's
[Proteus] [2209] drowning and you shake at a cur's yelping. But the courtiers who mocked
[Proteus] [2213] would you not? The man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock.
[Proteus] [2216] face into it in the basin at Clongowes. Can't see! Who's behind me? Out
[Proteus] [2228] lowskimming gull. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He
[Proteus] [2240] they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from
[Proteus] [2242] calf's gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed, stalked
[Proteus] [2244] dog all over the dead dog's bedraggled fell. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on
[Proteus] [2246] dogsbody's body.
[Proteus] [2274] her body's flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway where dogs
[Proteus] [2275] have mired. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of
[Proteus] [2277] dell! A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags. Fumbally's lane that
[Proteus] [2295] am not. Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun's flaming
[Proteus] [2302] storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth to her mouth's
[Proteus] [2307] No. Must be two of em. Glue em well. Mouth to her mouth's kiss.
[Proteus] [2312] wayawayawayawayaway. Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy's
[Proteus] [2315] scribbled words. That's twice I forgot to take slips from the library
[Proteus] [2321] his augur's rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea,
[Proteus] [2328] hatched on its field. Hold hard. Coloured on a flat: yes, that's right.
[Proteus] [2352] That is Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep.
[Proteus] [2355] southing sun. I am caught in this burning scene. Pan's hour, the faunal
[Proteus] [2361] His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck's castoffs,
[Proteus] [2362] NEBENEINANDER. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's
[Proteus] [2364] dislove. But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you:
[Proteus] [2366] soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. His arm: Cranly's arm. He
[Calypso] [2488] dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him, poured
[Calypso] [2500] mutton kidney at Buckley's. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better
[Calypso] [2501] a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. She lapped
[Calypso] [2526] Ah yes! of course. Bought it at the governor's auction. Got a short
[Calypso] [2534] The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high
[Calypso] [2546] seventyfive. The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. Be a
[Calypso] [2550] he walked in happy warmth. Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our
[Calypso] [2551] daily but she prefers yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot.
[Calypso] [2553] dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep
[Calypso] [2556] Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning on a long kind of a spear. Wander
[Calypso] [2565] beyond strings twanged. Night sky, moon, violet, colour of Molly's new
[Calypso] [2576] He approached Larry O'Rourke's. From the cellar grating floated up the
[Calypso] [2579] of the city traffic. For instance M'Auley's down there: n. g. as
[Calypso] [2588] you? What's that, Mr O'Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians, they'd
[Calypso] [2616] Joseph's National school. Brats' clamour. Windows open. Fresh air helps
[Calypso] [2621] He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the hanks of sausages,
[Calypso] [2630] half of Denny's sausages. His eyes rested on her vigorous hips. Woods his
[Calypso] [2646] ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their
[Calypso] [2705] too. Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. And Mastiansky
[Calypso] [2706] with the old cither. Pleasant evenings we had then. Molly in Citron's
[Calypso] [2714] dungarees. There's whatdoyoucallhim out of. How do you? Doesn't see. Chap
[Calypso] [2716] captain's. Wonder if I'll meet him today. Watering cart. To provoke the
[Calypso] [2726] oldest, the first race. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a
[Calypso] [2730] woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.
[Calypso] [2738] the bed. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises. On the hands down.
[Calypso] [2808] new tam: Mr Coghlan: lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan's
[Calypso] [2813] Derby, smiling. Silly Milly's birthday gift. Only five she was then. No,
[Calypso] [2827] parlour. O, look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! All we laughed.
[Calypso] [2842] bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. The warmth of
[Calypso] [2853] --O, Boylan, she said. He's bringing the programme.
[Calypso] [2857] --LA CI DAREM with J. C. Doyle, she said, and LOVE'S OLD SWEET SONG.
[Calypso] [2885] --Show here, she said. I put a mark in it. There's a word I wanted to ask
[Calypso] [2900] --Yes. Who's he when he's at home?
[Calypso] [2902] --Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It's Greek: from the Greek. That
[Calypso] [2908] first night after the charades. Dolphin's Barn. He turned over the
[Calypso] [2913] Hengler's. Had to look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your neck and
[Calypso] [2915] metamspychosis. That we live after death. Our souls. That a man's soul
[Calypso] [2916] after he dies. Dignam's soul ...
[Calypso] [2920] --Yes, she said. There's nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the
[Calypso] [2925] --Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Nice name he has.
[Calypso] [2930] Kearney, my guarantor. Reincarnation: that's the word.
[Calypso] [2956] --There's a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the fire?
[Calypso] [2962] hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork's legs. Pungent smoke shot
[Calypso] [2981] splendid. Everyone says I am quite the belle in my new tam. I got mummy's
[Calypso] [2990] something are big swells and he sings Boylan's (I was on the pop of
[Calypso] [2991] writing Blazes Boylan's) song about those seaside girls. Tell him silly
[Calypso] [2998] P. S. Excuse bad writing am in hurry. Byby. M.
[Calypso] [3024] given milk too long. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the Kish. Damned
[Calypso] [3047] yes. Prevent. Useless: can't move. Girl's sweet light lips. Will happen
[Calypso] [3049] kissed, kissing, kissed. Full gluey woman's lips.
[Calypso] [3098] too full. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Picking up the letters. Drago's
[Calypso] [3116] bit. Our prize titbit: MATCHAM'S MASTERSTROKE. Written by Mr Philip
[Calypso] [3124] patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Hope it's not
[Calypso] [3144] after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the
[Calypso] [3167] A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George's
[Lotus-Eaters] [3184] By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom walked soberly, past
[Lotus-Eaters] [3185] Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the postal telegraph office.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3188] By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal
[Lotus-Eaters] [3196] Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. Singing with his eyes shut. Corny.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3219] doing a hand's turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3228] is equal to the weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High
[Lotus-Eaters] [3232] per second. They all fall to the ground. The earth. It's the force of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3262] reviewing again the soldiers on parade. Where's old Tweedy's regiment?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3263] Castoff soldier. There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. No, he's a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3266] enlist and drill. Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell
[Lotus-Eaters] [3267] street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Griffith's paper is on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3270] Mark time. Table: able. Bed: ed. The King's own. Never see him dressed up
[Lotus-Eaters] [3287] --How's the body?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3320] --I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and what do
[Lotus-Eaters] [3321] you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway's we were.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3323] Doran Lyons in Conway's. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In came
[Lotus-Eaters] [3327] perhaps. Talking of one thing or another. Lady's hand. Which side will
[Lotus-Eaters] [3338] --WHY? I said. WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM? I said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3344] He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3347] --WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM? He said. HE'S DEAD, he said. And, faith, he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3350] Arch. YES, he said. HE'S GONE. HE DIED ON MONDAY, POOR FELLOW. Watch!
[Lotus-Eaters] [3368] --Wife well, I suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3376] PLUMTREE'S POTTED MEAT?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3381] --My missus has just got an engagement. At least it's not settled yet.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3387] --My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3390] --That so? M'Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who's getting it up?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3397] LOVE'S
[Lotus-Eaters] [3401] COMES LO-OVE'S OLD ...
[Lotus-Eaters] [3404] --It's a kind of a tour, don't you see, Mr Bloom said thoughtfully.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3405] SWEEEET SONG. There's a committee formed. Part shares and part profits.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3409] --O, well, he said. That's good news.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3418] will you? I'd like to go but I mightn't be able, you see. There's a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3440] the difference? Think he's that way inclined a bit. Against my grain
[Lotus-Eaters] [3448] hoardings. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale (Aromatic). Clery's Summer
[Lotus-Eaters] [3449] Sale. No, he's going on straight. Hello. LEAH tonight. Mrs Bandmann
[Lotus-Eaters] [3459] Nathan's voice! His son's voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who left his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3485] He passed the cabman's shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies. All
[Lotus-Eaters] [3496] in the lee of the station wall. No-one. Meade's timberyard. Piled balks.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3502] And once I played marbles when I went to that old dame's school. She liked
[Lotus-Eaters] [3503] mignonette. Mrs Ellis's. And Mr? He opened the letter within the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3506] A flower. I think it's a. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Not
[Lotus-Eaters] [3531] P. S. Do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use. I want to know.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3540] soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume. Having
[Lotus-Eaters] [3615] S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African Mission. Prayers for the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3618] true religion. Save China's millions. Wonder how they explain it to the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3625] Farley who looked a fool but wasn't. They're taught that. He's not going
[Lotus-Eaters] [3655] melt in their stomachs. Something like those mazzoth: it's that sort of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3657] happy. Lollipop. It does. Yes, bread of angels it's called. There's a big
[Lotus-Eaters] [3670] do to. Bald spot behind. Letters on his back: I.N.R.I? No: I.H.S.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3677] the sly. Their character. That fellow that turned queen's evidence on the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3682] now that's a good name for them, there's always something shiftylooking
[Lotus-Eaters] [3683] about them. They're not straight men of business either. O, no, she's
[Lotus-Eaters] [3689] what they are used to Guinness's porter or some temperance beverage
[Lotus-Eaters] [3690] Wheatley's Dublin hop bitters or Cantrell and Cochrane's ginger ale
[Lotus-Eaters] [3700] Rossini. Father Bernard Vaughan's sermon first. Christ or Pilate? Christ,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3708] words. Mozart's twelfth mass: GLORIA in that. Those old popes keen on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3737] Husband learn to his surprise. God's little joke. Then out she comes.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3765] the time? Women enjoy it. Never tell you. But we. Excuse, miss, there's a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3772] low tide of holy water. Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3775] up. Where is this? Ah yes, the last time. Sweny's in Lincoln place.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3777] Hamilton Long's, founded in the year of the flood. Huguenot churchyard
[Lotus-Eaters] [3782] affair. O well, poor fellow, it's not his fault. When was it I got it made
[Lotus-Eaters] [3788] seems to have. Shrunken skull. And old. Quest for the philosopher's stone.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3793] Smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell. Doctor Whack. He ought
[Lotus-Eaters] [3821] Skinfood. One of the old queen's sons, duke of Albany was it? had only one
[Lotus-Eaters] [3853] --Hello, Bloom. What's the best news? Is that today's? Show us a minute.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3858] Bantam Lyons's yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton. Wants
[Lotus-Eaters] [3862] --I want to see about that French horse that's running today, Bantam
[Lotus-Eaters] [3866] Barber's itch. Tight collar he'll lose his hair. Better leave him the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3878] --What's that? his sharp voice said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3884] sheets back on Mr Bloom's arms.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3888] He sped off towards Conway's corner. God speed scut.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3904] There's Hornblower standing at the porter's lodge. Keep him on
[Hades] [3978] --That's a fine old custom, he said. I am glad to see it has not died out.
[Hades] [3985] --There's a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, he said.
[Hades] [4003] faction, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of
[Hades] [4012] landlady's two hats pinned on his head. Out on the rampage all night.
[Hades] [4017] --He's in with a lowdown crowd, Mr Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan is a
[Hades] [4026] --I won't have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son. A counterjumper's
[Hades] [4027] son. Selling tapes in my cousin, Peter Paul M'Swiney's. Not likely.
[Hades] [4029] He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power's
[Hades] [4030] mild face and Martin Cunningham's eyes and beard, gravely shaking.
[Hades] [4049] Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Still, she's a dear girl. Soon
[Hades] [4081] --After all, he said, it's the most natural thing in the world.
[Hades] [4086] --Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He's behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.
[Hades] [4096] --What's wrong?
[Hades] [4112] dying scrawl. He took it to heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men's dogs
[Hades] [4123] --Wanted for the country, Mr Power said. There's the sun again coming out.
[Hades] [4128] --It's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he said.
[Hades] [4139] Simon, on Ben Dollard's singing of THE CROPPY BOY.
[Hades] [4145] --Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He's dead nuts on that. And the
[Hades] [4148] --Did you read Dan Dawson's speech? Martin Cunningham asked.
[Hades] [4159] Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the edge of the paper, scanning the
[Hades] [4161] Peake is that? is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne's? no, Sexton,
[Hades] [4164] his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month's mind: Quinlan.
[Hades] [4178] National school. Meade's yard. The hazard. Only two there now.
[Hades] [4183] A pointsman's back straightened itself upright suddenly against a
[Hades] [4184] tramway standard by Mr Bloom's window. Couldn't they invent something
[Hades] [4193] They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark's, under the railway
[Hades] [4194] bridge, past the Queen's theatre: in silence. Hoardings: Eugene Stratton,
[Hades] [4199] two. As broad as it's long.
[Hades] [4201] He's coming in the afternoon. Her songs.
[Hades] [4203] Plasto's. Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust. Who was he?
[Hades] [4236] --O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It's a good
[Hades] [4258] wheeling by Farrell's statue united noiselessly their unresisting knees.
[Hades] [4266] street. Same house as Molly's namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for
[Hades] [4277] His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power's goodlooking face. Greyish
[Hades] [4283] rumpsteak. What is this she was? Barmaid in Jury's. Or the Moira, was it?
[Hades] [4285] They passed under the hugecloaked Liberator's form.
[Hades] [4292] of Elvery's Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his spine.
[Hades] [4301] the carriage passed Gray's statue.
[Hades] [4305] His eyes met Mr Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:
[Hades] [4311] --That's an awfully good one that's going the rounds about Reuben J and
[Hades] [4321] him to the Isle of Man out of harm's way but when they were both ...
[Hades] [4340] --For God's sake! Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Is he dead?
[Hades] [4349] saving his son's life.
[Hades] [4351] A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power's hand.
[Hades] [4359] Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the carriage.
[Hades] [4361] Nelson's pillar.
[Hades] [4374] he was in his usual health that I'd be driving after him like this. He's
[Hades] [4401] temperance hotel, Falconer's railway guide, civil service college, Gill's,
[Hades] [4413] A dwarf's face, mauve and wrinkled like little Rudy's was. Dwarf's
[Hades] [4416] Meant nothing. Mistake of nature. If it's healthy it's from the mother.
[Hades] [4419] --Poor little thing, Mr Dedalus said. It's well out of it.
[Hades] [4439] Mr Bloom, about to speak, closed his lips again. Martin Cunningham's
[Hades] [4441] Like Shakespeare's face. Always a good word to say. They have no
[Hades] [4451] Martin's umbrella.
[Hades] [4463] the slats of the Venetian blind. The coroner's sunlit ears, big and hairy.
[Hades] [4483] here seen Kelly? Kay ee double ell wy. Dead March from SAUL. He's as bad
[Hades] [4486] incurables there. Very encouraging. Our Lady's Hospice for the dying.
[Hades] [4490] that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. He's gone over to the lying-in
[Hades] [4494] --What's wrong now?
[Hades] [4503] --Huuuh! the drover's voice cried, his switch sounding on their flanks.
[Hades] [4537] --Well, there's something in that, Mr Dedalus granted.
[Hades] [4540] the hearse capsized round Dunphy's and upset the coffin on to the road.
[Hades] [4542] --That was terrible, Mr Power's shocked face said, and the corpse fell
[Hades] [4545] --First round Dunphy's, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Gordon Bennett cup.
[Hades] [4551] large for him. Red face: grey now. Mouth fallen open. Asking what's up
[Hades] [4556] --Dunphy's, Mr Power announced as the carriage turned right.
[Hades] [4558] Dunphy's corner. Mourning coaches drawn up, drowning their grief.
[Hades] [4582] auction but a lady's. Developing waterways. James M'Cann's hobby to row
[Hades] [4601] The stonecutter's yard on the right. Last lap. Crowded on the spit of
[Hades] [4609] On the curbstone before Jimmy Geary, the sexton's, an old tramp sat,
[Hades] [4611] yawning boot. After life's journey.
[Hades] [4624] --Only circumstantial, Martin Cunningham added. That's the maxim of
[Hades] [4628] They looked. Murderer's ground. It passed darkly. Shuttered,
[Hades] [4630] condemned. Murder. The murderer's image in the eye of the murdered.
[Hades] [4631] They love reading about it. Man's head found in a garden. Her clothing
[Hades] [4650] Change that soap now. Mr Bloom's hand unbuttoned his hip pocket
[Hades] [4655] Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. It's all the same.
[Hades] [4665] Where is that child's funeral disappeared to?
[Hades] [4680] harpy, hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry. Girl's face stained with
[Hades] [4681] dirt and tears, holding the woman's arm, looking up at her for a sign to
[Hades] [4682] cry. Fish's face, bloodless and livid.
[Hades] [4698] Queen's hotel in Ennis. You heard him say he was going to Clare.
[Hades] [4704] followed towards the cardinal's mausoleum. Speaking.
[Hades] [4713] --Five. Ned Lambert says he'll try to get one of the girls into Todd's.
[Hades] [4739] --Never better. How are all in Cork's own town?
[Hades] [4756] --Yes, Ned Lambert said, with the wife's brother. John Henry Menton is
[Hades] [4764] --Many a good man's fault, Mr Dedalus said with a sigh.
[Hades] [4785] hand, balancing with the other a little book against his toad's belly.
[Hades] [4807] Who was telling me? Mervyn Browne. Down in the vaults of saint Werburgh's
[Hades] [4812] My kneecap is hurting me. Ow. That's better.
[Hades] [4814] The priest took a stick with a knob at the end of it out of the boy's
[Hades] [4817] were before you rested. It's all written down: he has to do it.
[Hades] [4852] Mr Power's soft eyes went up to the apex of the lofty cone.
[Hades] [4854] --He's at rest, he said, in the middle of his people, old Dan O'. But his
[Hades] [4863] --She's better where she is, he said kindly.
[Hades] [4896] --I AM THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE. That touches a man's inmost heart.
[Hades] [4916] He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman's shoulders. With
[Hades] [4931] soprano. She's his wife.
[Hades] [4935] golden years ago, at Mat Dillon's in Roundtown. And a good armful she
[Hades] [4945] --Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely's. A traveller for blottingpaper.
[Hades] [4947] --In God's name, John Henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon like
[Hades] [4952] John Henry Menton's large eyes stared ahead.
[Hades] [4968] Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his back.
[Hades] [4989] MAN, says he. THAT'S NOT MULCAHY, says he, WHOEVER DONE IT.
[Hades] [4994] --That's all done with a purpose, Martin Cunningham explained to Hynes.
[Hades] [4998] --To cheer a fellow up, Martin Cunningham said. It's pure goodheartedness:
[Hades] [5001] Mr Bloom admired the caretaker's prosperous bulk. All want to be on
[Hades] [5003] like Keyes's ad: no fear of anyone getting out. No passout checks. HABEAS
[Hades] [5006] to Martha? Hope it's not chucked in the dead letter office. Be the better
[Hades] [5007] of a shave. Grey sprouting beard. That's the first sign when the hairs
[Hades] [5035] are just over there. It's the blood sinking in the earth gives new life.
[Hades] [5057] anyhow would like to hear an odd joke or the women to know what's in
[Hades] [5094] Ay but they might object to be buried out of another fellow's. They're so
[Hades] [5098] Irishman's house is his coffin. Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same
[Hades] [5103] Death's number. Where the deuce did he pop out of? He wasn't in the
[Hades] [5109] mine turned by Mesias. Hello. It's dyed. His wife I forgot he's not
[Hades] [5126] go next. Well, it is a long rest. Feel no more. It's the moment you feel.
[Hades] [5134] floor since he's doomed. Devil in that picture of sinner's death showing
[Hades] [5146] when you shiver in the sun. Someone walking over it. Callboy's warning.
[Hades] [5157] to get shut of them as soon as you are sure there's no.
[Hades] [5173] --L, Mr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M'Coy's name too.
[Hades] [5224] --Let us go round by the chief's grave, Hynes said. We have time.
[Hades] [5229] Power's blank voice spoke:
[Hades] [5236] --Parnell will never come again, he said. He's there, all that was mortal
[Hades] [5241] eyes, old Ireland's hearts and hands. More sensible to spend the money on
[Hades] [5247] death's door. Who passed away. Who departed this life. As if they did it
[Hades] [5251] woman's with her saucepan. I cooked good Irish stew. Eulogy in a country
[Hades] [5253] Campbell. Entered into rest the protestants put it. Old Dr Murren's.
[Hades] [5254] The great physician called him home. Well it's God's acre for them.
[Hades] [5285] when I was in Wisdom Hely's.
[Hades] [5304] meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. I read in that
[Hades] [5314] surprised. Regular square feed for them. Flies come before he's well dead.
[Hades] [5320] here was Mrs Sinico's funeral. Poor papa too. The love that kills. And
[Hades] [5334] Mat Dillon's long ago. Jolly Mat. Convivial evenings. Cold fowl, cigars,
[Hades] [5355] --It's all right now, Martin Cunningham said.
[Aeolus] [5378] Before Nelson's pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed trolley, started
[Aeolus] [5381] Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross. The hoarse Dublin
[Aeolus] [5382] United Tramway Company's timekeeper bawled them off:
[Aeolus] [5399] polished. Parked in North Prince's street His Majesty's vermilion
[Aeolus] [5408] Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's
[Aeolus] [5411] Prince's stores.
[Aeolus] [5418] The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again. Davy Stephens, minute
[Aeolus] [5420] with a roll of papers under his cape, a king's courier.
[Aeolus] [5422] Red Murray's long shears sliced out the advertisement from the
[Aeolus] [5439] Red Murray touched Mr Bloom's arm with the shears and whispered:
[Aeolus] [5446] Guinness's barrels. It passed statelily up the staircase, steered by an
[Aeolus] [5454] The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree. They always build
[Aeolus] [5496] Nannetti's reading closet.
[Aeolus] [5514] Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.
[Aeolus] [5518] worth. It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not the stale news in
[Aeolus] [5523] Ballina. Nature notes. Cartoons. Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story.
[Aeolus] [5524] Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots. Country bumpkin's queries. Dear Mr
[Aeolus] [5527] Shapely bathers on golden strand. World's biggest balloon. Double marriage
[Aeolus] [5557] He hurried on eagerly towards the FREEMAN'S JOURNAL.
[Aeolus] [5559] Three bob I lent him in Meagher's. Three weeks. Third hint.
[Aeolus] [5565] Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti's desk.
[Aeolus] [5589] foreman's sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice, and beyond the
[Aeolus] [5598] HOUSE OF KEY(E)S
[Aeolus] [5607] in leaded: the house of keys. You see? Do you think that's a good idea?
[Aeolus] [5661] --Wait. Where's the archbishop's letter? It's to be repeated in the
[Aeolus] [5662] TELEGRAPH. Where's what's his name?
[Aeolus] [5668] --Ay. Where's Monks?
[Aeolus] [5707] No, that's the other. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons. And then the
[Aeolus] [5711] Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. That's what life
[Aeolus] [5717] him out perhaps. Better phone him up first. Number? Yes. Same as Citron's
[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] [5749] Mr Dedalus, staring from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert's
[Aeolus] [5761] about that, Simon? he asked over the fringe of his newspaper. How's that
[Aeolus] [5780] see. Rather upsets a man's day, a funeral does. He has influence they say.
[Aeolus] [5804] --Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said.
[Aeolus] [5838] That hectic flush spells finis for a man. Touch and go with him. What's in
[Aeolus] [5848] --Very much so, professor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He's in
[Aeolus] [5899] instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's
[Aeolus] [5932] Ned Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor's blue eyes roved
[Aeolus] [5933] towards Mr Bloom's face, shadowed by a smile.
[Aeolus] [5980] Hello, Jack. That's all right.
[Aeolus] [5993] Lenehan came out of the inner office with SPORT'S tissues.
[Aeolus] [6012] --Throw him out and shut the door, the editor said. There's a hurricane
[Aeolus] [6071] --I'm just running round to Bachelor's walk, Mr Bloom said, about this ad
[Aeolus] [6072] of Keyes's. Want to fix it up. They tell me he's round there in Dillon's.
[Aeolus] [6082] J. J. O'Molloy took the tissues from Lenehan's hand and read them,
[Aeolus] [6096] Bloom's wake, the last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kite, a
[Aeolus] [6107] --What's that? Myles Crawford said with a start. Where are the other two
[Aeolus] [6113] --Come on then, Myles Crawford said. Where's my hat?
[Aeolus] [6119] --He's pretty well on, professor MacHugh said in a low voice.
[Aeolus] [6157] --That's it, he said. We are the fat. You and I are the fat in the fire.
[Aeolus] [6179] as we read in the first chapter of Guinness's, were partial to the running
[Aeolus] [6182] --They were nature's gentlemen, J. J. O'Molloy murmured. But we have
[Aeolus] [6244] disease and no mistake! The night she threw the soup in the waiter's face
[Aeolus] [6253] typescript. Emperor's horses. Habsburg. An Irishman saved his life on the
[Aeolus] [6308] He whispered then near Stephen's ear:
[Aeolus] [6311] LENEHAN'S LIMERICK
[Aeolus] [6331] --Opera? Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled.
[Aeolus] [6347] Stephen's and Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties.
[Aeolus] [6369] --And Madam Bloom, Mr O'Madden Burke added. The vocal muse. Dublin's
[Aeolus] [6381] The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen's shoulder.
[Aeolus] [6423] cabman's shelter, they say, down there at Butt bridge. Holohan told me.
[Aeolus] [6433] --Gumley? he said. You don't say so? A friend of my father's, is it?
[Aeolus] [6442] --Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let us say. Have
[Aeolus] [6460] The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock's wattles. An illstarched
[Aeolus] [6464] --Hello? EVENING TELEGRAPH here ... Hello?... Who's there? ...
[Aeolus] [6469] X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.
[Aeolus] [6475] --Tell him go to hell, the editor said promptly. X is Davy's publichouse,
[Aeolus] [6497] --History! Myles Crawford cried. The Old Woman of Prince's street was
[Aeolus] [6501] Now he's got in with Blumenfeld. That's press. That's talent. Pyatt! He
[Aeolus] [6507] --Hello? ... Are you there? ... Yes, he's here still. Come across
[Aeolus] [6571] guttersheet not to mention PADDY KELLY'S BUDGET, PUE'S OCCURRENCES and our
[Aeolus] [6665] A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis.
[Aeolus] [6685] --He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child's
[Aeolus] [6690] say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the
[Aeolus] [6710] His gaze turned at once but slowly from J. J. O'Molloy's towards
[Aeolus] [6711] Stephen's face and then bent at once to the ground, seeking. His unglazed
[Aeolus] [6715] --When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply.
[Aeolus] [6745] good could be corrupted. Ah, curse you! That's saint Augustine.
[Aeolus] [6799] The tribune's words, howled and scattered to the four winds. A people
[Aeolus] [6814] particular boosing shed? ... My casting vote is: Mooney's!
[Aeolus] [6821] Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally's lunge of his
[Aeolus] [6832] they? That's all right.
[Aeolus] [6875] and fiftythree years in Fumbally's lane.
[Aeolus] [6887] --They want to see the views of Dublin from the top of Nelson's pillar.
[Aeolus] [6903] the foot of Nelson's pillar to take off the thirst of the brawn. They give
[Aeolus] [6916] them. What's keeping our friend?
[Aeolus] [6927] He set off again to walk by Stephen's side.
[Aeolus] [6944] A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom's face:
[Aeolus] [6957] pink. And he wants it copied if it's not too late I told councillor
[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] [6978] suppose it's worth a short par. He'd give the ad, I think. I'll tell
[Aeolus] [7009] Dublin women on the top of Nelson's pillar.
[Aeolus] [7016] --That's new, Myles Crawford said. That's copy. Out for the waxies
[Aeolus] [7021] dome, Adam and Eve's, saint Laurence O'Toole's. But it makes them giddy to
[Aeolus] [7049] Burke, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.
[Aeolus] [7116] He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson
[Aeolus] [7128] --Tickled the old ones too, Myles Crawford said, if the God Almighty's
[Lestrygonians] [7141] fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.
[Lestrygonians] [7163] on the wall, hanging. Pepper's ghost idea. Iron nails ran in.
[Lestrygonians] [7172] From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's
[Lestrygonians] [7173] walk. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Must be
[Lestrygonians] [7176] goes. Fifteen children he had. Birth every year almost. That's in their
[Lestrygonians] [7183] pick it out of her. Never pick it out of her. Like getting l.s.d. out of
[Lestrygonians] [7185] Bring your own bread and butter. His reverence: mum's the word.
[Lestrygonians] [7187] Good Lord, that poor child's dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks
[Lestrygonians] [7188] too. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. It's after they feel it.
[Lestrygonians] [7201] Reuben J's son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. One and
[Lestrygonians] [7202] eightpence too much. Hhhhm. It's the droll way he comes out with the
[Lestrygonians] [7210] day I threw that stale cake out of the Erin's King picked it up in the
[Lestrygonians] [7222] HAMLET, I AM THY FATHER'S SPIRIT
[Lestrygonians] [7254] KINO'S
[Lestrygonians] [7259] you own water really? It's always flowing in a stream, never the same,
[Lestrygonians] [7283] Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's. Parallax. I never
[Lestrygonians] [7284] exactly understood. There's a priest. Could ask him. Par it's Greek:
[Lestrygonians] [7288] Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballastoffice. She's
[Lestrygonians] [7290] sound. She's not exactly witty. Can be rude too. Blurt out what I was
[Lestrygonians] [7302] read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. E. L. Y. S.
[Lestrygonians] [7303] Wisdom Hely's. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his
[Lestrygonians] [7307] no, M Glade's men. Doesn't bring in any business either. I suggested
[Lestrygonians] [7311] Everyone dying to know what she's writing. Get twenty of them round you
[Lestrygonians] [7315] of black celluloid. His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under
[Lestrygonians] [7319] sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street. Well out of that ruck I am.
[Lestrygonians] [7329] My heart's broke eating dripping. They like buttering themselves in and
[Lestrygonians] [7330] out. Molly tasting it, her veil up. Sister? Pat Claffey, the pawnbroker's
[Lestrygonians] [7333] He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by.
[Lestrygonians] [7335] Phil Gilligan died. We were in Lombard street west. Wait: was in Thom's.
[Lestrygonians] [7336] Got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. Six years. Ten years ago:
[Lestrygonians] [7337] ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big fire at Arnott's. Val Dillon
[Lestrygonians] [7344] choir picnic at the Sugarloaf. As if that. Old Goodwin's tall hat done up
[Lestrygonians] [7350] wallpaper. Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen. Milly's tubbing night.
[Lestrygonians] [7352] she looked soaped all over. Shapely too. Now photography. Poor papa's
[Lestrygonians] [7359] Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Pen something. Pendennis? My memory is
[Lestrygonians] [7360] getting. Pen ...? Of course it's years ago. Noise of the trams probably.
[Lestrygonians] [7361] Well, if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he sees every day.
[Lestrygonians] [7368] on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the supperroom
[Lestrygonians] [7398] --Yes. In a photographer's there. Getting on like a house on fire. How are
[Lestrygonians] [7401] --All on the baker's list, Mrs Breen said.
[Lestrygonians] [7409] Going to crop up all day, I foresee. Who's dead, when and what did
[Lestrygonians] [7420] YOUR FUNERAL'S TOMORROW
[Lestrygonians] [7426] --Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily.
[Lestrygonians] [7428] Now that's quite enough about that. Just: quietly: husband.
[Lestrygonians] [7434] --O, don't be talking! she said. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. He's in
[Lestrygonians] [7439] poured out from Harrison's. The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr
[Lestrygonians] [7440] Bloom's gullet. Want to make good pastry, butter, best flour, Demerara
[Lestrygonians] [7447] guard on those things. Stick it in a chap's eye in the tram. Rummaging.
[Lestrygonians] [7449] Husband barging. Where's the ten shillings I gave you on Monday? Are
[Lestrygonians] [7450] you feeding your little brother's family? Soiled handkerchief:
[Lestrygonians] [7453] --There must be a new moon out, she said. He's always bad then. Do you
[Lestrygonians] [7477] --U.P.: up, she said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It's a great shame
[Lestrygonians] [7484] --And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He's going to take an
[Lestrygonians] [7500] was. In Luke Doyle's long ago. Dolphin's Barn, the charades. U.P.: up.
[Lestrygonians] [7513] --I just called to ask on the way in is she over it. She's in the lying-in
[Lestrygonians] [7514] hospital in Holles street. Dr Horne got her in. She's three days bad now.
[Lestrygonians] [7518] --Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It's a very stiff
[Lestrygonians] [7526] --I'm sorry to hear that, he said. Poor thing! Three days! That's terrible
[Lestrygonians] [7544] --Who is he if it's a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?
[Lestrygonians] [7560] Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's
[Lestrygonians] [7573] U.P.: up. I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding.
[Lestrygonians] [7574] Wrote it for a lark in the Scotch house I bet anything. Round to Menton's
[Lestrygonians] [7593] deal on Coates's shares. Ca' canny. Cunning old Scotch hunks. All the
[Lestrygonians] [7618] muttonchop whiskers grew. Supposed to be well connected. Theodore's
[Lestrygonians] [7623] the night. Selfish those t.t's are. Dog in the manger. Only one lump of
[Lestrygonians] [7627] Rowe's? Must look up that ad in the national library. An eightpenny in the
[Lestrygonians] [7630] He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea. I forgot
[Lestrygonians] [7635] Dreadful simply! Child's head too big: forceps. Doubled up inside her
[Lestrygonians] [7658] them. O, that's nyumnyum. Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son.
[Lestrygonians] [7666] pick the fellow in black. Here goes. Here's good luck. Must be thrilling
[Lestrygonians] [7673] belts. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. They split up in groups and
[Lestrygonians] [7680] He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. They did right to
[Lestrygonians] [7683] THIS WIDE WORLD A VALLEE. Great song of Julia Morkan's. Kept her voice up
[Lestrygonians] [7684] to the very last. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?
[Lestrygonians] [7691] Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His horse's hoofs
[Lestrygonians] [7693] dive into Manning's or I was souped. He did come a wallop, by George.
[Lestrygonians] [7697] who dressed that sting for me in the Mater and now he's in Holles street
[Lestrygonians] [7737] out you get the knife. Hidden hand. Stay in. The firing squad. Turnkey's
[Lestrygonians] [7743] lovely land. Gammon and spinach. Dublin Bakery Company's tearoom.
[Lestrygonians] [7747] up with meat and drink. Michaelmas goose. Here's a good lump of thyme
[Lestrygonians] [7756] shadowing Trinity's surly front. Trams passed one another, ingoing,
[Lestrygonians] [7773] sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt. Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze.
[Lestrygonians] [7781] Provost's house. The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Well
[Lestrygonians] [7786] opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell passed,
[Lestrygonians] [7789] There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that's a
[Lestrygonians] [7792] corporation meeting today. They say he never put on the city marshal's
[Lestrygonians] [7796] pain. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. He'd look nice on the
[Lestrygonians] [7799] pass a remark on him. Freeze them up with that eye of his. That's the
[Lestrygonians] [7803] Apply for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. The patriot's
[Lestrygonians] [7815] And there he is too. Now that's really a coincidence: second time.
[Lestrygonians] [7821] Holding forth. She's taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid gentleman
[Lestrygonians] [7827] cow will pursue you through all eternity. They say it's healthier.
[Lestrygonians] [7848] Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Or will I drop into old Harris's
[Lestrygonians] [7855] Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up that farmer's daughter's ba
[Lestrygonians] [7856] and hand it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed money too. There's a
[Lestrygonians] [7860] imagine it's there you can almost see it. Can't see it.
[Lestrygonians] [7863] hand at arm's length towards the sun. Wanted to try that often. Yes:
[Lestrygonians] [7864] completely. The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. Must
[Lestrygonians] [7870] Now that I come to think of it that ball falls at Greenwich time. It's
[Lestrygonians] [7875] proud to be descended from some king's mistress. His foremother. Lay it on
[Lestrygonians] [7877] what you know you're not to: what's parallax? Show this gentleman the
[Lestrygonians] [7894] moon. She was humming. The young May moon she's beaming, love. He
[Lestrygonians] [7895] other side of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love.
[Lestrygonians] [7903] middle of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. On his annual bend,
[Lestrygonians] [7910] the Queen's. Broth of a boy. Dion Boucicault business with his
[Lestrygonians] [7961] He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. Jingling, hoofthuds.
[Lestrygonians] [7986] set of microbes. A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round
[Lestrygonians] [7989] chop from the grill. Bolting to get it over. Sad booser's eyes. Bitten off
[Lestrygonians] [8002] plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment.
[Lestrygonians] [8022] with a silver knife in his mouth. That's witty, I think. Or no. Silver
[Lestrygonians] [8039] He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Stopgap.
[Lestrygonians] [8053] street. John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every mother's
[Lestrygonians] [8057] gingerbread coach, old queen in a bathchair. My plate's empty. After you
[Lestrygonians] [8058] with our incorporated drinkingcup. Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain.
[Lestrygonians] [8068] After all there's a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the
[Lestrygonians] [8083] He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a
[Lestrygonians] [8093] --How's things?
[Lestrygonians] [8100] home without Plumtree's potted meat? Incomplete. What a stupid ad!
[Lestrygonians] [8101] Under the obituary notices they stuck it. All up a plumtree. Dignam's
[Lestrygonians] [8110] depend on some fellow's digestion. Religions. Christmas turkeys and geese.
[Lestrygonians] [8138] --She's engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard
[Lestrygonians] [8141] --No. O, that's the style. Who's getting it up?
[Lestrygonians] [8160] --Getting it up? he said. Well, it's like a company idea, you see. Part
[Lestrygonians] [8167] A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's heart.
[Lestrygonians] [8179] --Yes, he said. He's the organiser in point of fact.
[Lestrygonians] [8198] shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring's
[Lestrygonians] [8202] --And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Can you give
[Lestrygonians] [8224] --True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Unless you're in the know. There's no
[Lestrygonians] [8225] straight sport going now. Lenehan gets some good ones. He's giving
[Lestrygonians] [8226] Sceptre today. Zinfandel's the favourite, lord Howard de Walden's, won at
[Lestrygonians] [8237] Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow cap.
[Lestrygonians] [8249] stomach's Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel. Molly fondling him in her
[Lestrygonians] [8295] lived in Killiney, I remember. DU, DE LA French. Still it's the same fish
[Lestrygonians] [8305] grapes of Burgundy. Sun's heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me
[Lestrygonians] [8308] the Lion's head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Fields of
[Lestrygonians] [8321] woman's breasts full in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.
[Lestrygonians] [8353] --He's out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the
[Lestrygonians] [8369] --It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. I met him the day before
[Lestrygonians] [8370] yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's
[Lestrygonians] [8372] to his better half. She's well nourished, I tell you. Plovers on toast.
[Lestrygonians] [8386] --He's in the craft, he said.
[Lestrygonians] [8390] --Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. Ancient free and accepted order. He's
[Lestrygonians] [8396] --O, it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. They stick to you when you're
[Lestrygonians] [8420] --There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He's a safe man, I'd say.
[Lestrygonians] [8422] --He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. He's been known to
[Lestrygonians] [8424] has his good points. But there's one thing he'll never do.
[Lestrygonians] [8441] --Who's standing? Paddy Leonard asked.
[Lestrygonians] [8449] --How much? Paddy Leonard cried. Since when, for God' sake? What's yours,
[Lestrygonians] [8491] --That's the man now that gave it to me, Bantam Lyons whispered.
[Lestrygonians] [8509] Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth. Lean people long mouths.
[Lestrygonians] [8544] two pounds eight. Three Hynes owes me. Two eleven. Prescott's dyeworks
[Lestrygonians] [8545] van over there. If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Five guineas
[Lestrygonians] [8546] about. On the pig's back.
[Lestrygonians] [8555] girls. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought,
[Lestrygonians] [8559] Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts and
[Lestrygonians] [8560] passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore. WHY I LEFT THE CHURCH
[Lestrygonians] [8575] Do you want to cross? There's nothing in the way.
[Lestrygonians] [8577] The cane moved out trembling to the left. Mr Bloom's eye followed its
[Lestrygonians] [8578] line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. Where I saw
[Lestrygonians] [8580] Long's. Slaking his drouth.
[Lestrygonians] [8582] --There's a van there, Mr Bloom said, but it's not moving. I'll see you
[Lestrygonians] [8600] for him. Have to be spoonfed first. Like a child's hand, his hand. Like
[Lestrygonians] [8601] Milly's was. Sensitive. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand. Wonder if he
[Lestrygonians] [8602] has a name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs: tired drudge
[Lestrygonians] [8603] get his doze. That's right. Clear. Behind a bull: in front of a horse.
[Lestrygonians] [8623] Penrose! That was that chap's name.
[Lestrygonians] [8629] ought to help. Workbasket I could buy for Molly's birthday. Hates sewing.
[Lestrygonians] [8640] all on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his mind's eye.
[Lestrygonians] [8647] shillings, half a crown. Accept my little present. Stationer's just here
[Lestrygonians] [8654] street. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano. Might be settling
[Lestrygonians] [8657] Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat and
[Lestrygonians] [8659] belly. But I know it's whitey yellow. Want to try in the dark to see.
[Lestrygonians] [8676] Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder's court. Wellmeaning old
[Lestrygonians] [8679] moneylenders. Gave Reuben J. a great strawcalling. Now he's really what
[Lestrygonians] [8684] Sixteenth. Today it is. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. THE
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8753] feels that Goethe's judgments are so true. True in the larger analysis.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8756] he gave his large ear all to the attendant's words: heard them: and was
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8765] elder's gall, to write PARADISE LOST at your dictation? THE SORROWS OF
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8768] Smile. Smile Cranly's smile.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8783] a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8793] Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free their sireland. Gaptoothed
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8796] the glen he cooees for them. My soul's youth I gave him, night by night.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8804] figure which the world will set beside Saxon Shakespeare's Hamlet though
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8809] Clergymen's discussions of the historicity of Jesus. Art has to reveal to
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8813] of Hamlet bring our minds into contact with the eternal wisdom, Plato's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8821] Aristotle was once Plato's schoolboy.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8840] sister H.P.B.'s elemental.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8843] naughtn't when a lady's ashowing of her elemental.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8848] --That model schoolboy, Stephen said, would find Hamlet's musings about
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8850] undramatic monologue, as shallow as Plato's.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8863] smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8873] --I was showing him Jubainville's book. He's quite enthusiastic, don't
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8874] you know, about Hyde's LOVESONGS OF CONNACHT. I couldn't bring him in to
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8875] hear the discussion. He's gone to Gill's to buy it.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8891] world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8896] poor of heart, the life of Homer's Phaeacians.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8915] He repeated to John Eglinton's newgathered frown:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8917] --PIECE DE SHAKESPEARE, don't you know. It's so French. The French point
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8930] nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting
[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] [8976] --Shakespeare has left the huguenot's house in Silver street and walks by
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8991] HAMLET, I AM THY FATHER'S SPIRIT,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8999] to his own son's name (had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have been
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9000] prince Hamlet's twin), is it possible, I want to know, or probable that
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9013] said. Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the day, the poet's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9014] drinking, the poet's debts. We have KING LEAR: and it is immortal.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9016] Mr Best's face, appealed to, agreed.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9029] Go to! You spent most of it in Georgina Johnson's bed, clergyman's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9044] Steady on. He's from beyant Boyne water. The northeast corner. You owe
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9064] John Eglinton's carping voice asked. Her ghost at least has been laid for
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9072] Mother's deathbed. Candle. The sheeted mirror. Who brought me into this
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9095] Socratididion's Epipsychidion, no man, not a woman, will ever know. But
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9096] neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9099] --But Ann Hathaway? Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully. Yes, we seem
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9102] His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to remind, to chide
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9147] --Are you going? John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked. Shall we see you
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9148] at Moore's tonight? Piper is coming.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9182] index fingers. Aristotle's experiment. One or two? Necessity is that in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9190] Colum's DROVER. Yes, I think he has that queer thing genius. Do you think
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9193] coming too. Moore asked him to bring Haines. Did you hear Miss Mitchell's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9194] joke about Moore and Martyn? That Moore is Martyn's wild oats? Awfully
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9202] Cordelia. CORDOGLIO. Lir's loneliest daughter.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9252] A vestal's lamp.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9315] in the market. The plays of Shakespeare's later years which Renan admired
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9339] Good Bacon: gone musty. Shakespeare Bacon's wild oats. Cypherjugglers
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9357] that which was lost. What was lost is given back to him: his daughter's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9386] Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, auk's egg, prize
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9392] --That may be too, Stephen said. There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9403] ableeding. If the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her woman's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9415] two backs that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not know of were he not
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9418] ravished, what he would but would not, go with him from Lucrece's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9419] bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen's breast, bare, with its mole
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9424] beaver is up. He is a ghost, a shadow now, the wind by Elsinore's rocks
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9425] or what you will, the sea's voice, a voice heard only in the heart of him
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9435] A ribald face, sullen as a dean's, Buck Mulligan came forward, then
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9478] the D. B. C. He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's LOVESONGS OF CONNACHT.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9482] --The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton answered, are rather tired
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9489] --The most brilliant of all is that story of Wilde's, Mr Best said,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9498] course it's all paradox, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9499] colour, but it's so typical the way he works it out. It's the very
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9505] You're darned witty. Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9512] Wit. You would give your five wits for youth's proud livery he pranks in.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9518] Eve. Naked wheatbellied sin. A snake coils her, fang in's kiss.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9523] They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9525] Buck Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile. Then, his head
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9543] --It's what I'm telling you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9546] leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9560] you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He's out in pampooties to murder
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9582] --There's a gentleman here, sir, the attendant said, coming forward and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9597] --This gentleman? FREEMAN'S JOURNAL? KILKENNY PEOPLE? To be sure. Good
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9616] --What's his name? Ikey Moses? Bloom.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9632] --We want to hear more, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's approval. We
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9633] begin to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had thought of her, if at
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9648] You know Manningham's story of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9651] and, when Burbage came knocking at the gate, answered from the capon's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9660] --The height of fine society. And sir William Davenant of oxford's mother
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9673] he walks, greyedauburn. An azured harebell like her veins. Lids of Juno's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9677] Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk sharply.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9695] deeds are rank in that ghost's mind: a broken vow and the dullbrained
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9696] yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother. Sweet
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9708] Susan, her husband too, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, to use
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9709] granddaddy's words, wed her second, having killed her first.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9712] London to pay a debt she had to borrow forty shillings from her father's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9723] She was entitled to her widow's dower
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9757] --POGUE MAHONE! ACUSHLA MACHREE! It's destroyed we are from this day!
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9758] It's destroyed we are surely!
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9784] --The will to live, John Eglinton philosophised, for poor Ann, Will's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9808] ages succeed one another. But we have it on high authority that a man's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9816] him. Visits him here on quarter days. Mr Magee, sir, there's a gentleman
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9817] to see you. Me? Says he's your father, sir. Give me my Wordsworth. Enter
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9829] evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father's death.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9836] mystical estate upon his son. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9862] new male: his growth is his father's decline, his youth his father's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9863] envy, his friend his father's enemy.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9891] play's the thing! Let me parturiate!
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9895] --As for his family, Stephen said, his mother's name lives in the forest
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9897] CORIOLANUS. His boyson's death is the deathscene of young Arthur in KING
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9899] THE TEMPEST, in PERICLES, in WINTER'S TALE are we know. Who Cleopatra,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9919] in Lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man on's back. The playhouse sausage
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9920] filled Gilbert's soul. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a Richard are
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9923] MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! What's in a name?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9953] his glory of greatest shakescene in the country. What's in a name? That
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9972] Read the skies. AUTONTIMORUMENOS. BOUS STEPHANOUMENOS. Where's your
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9973] configuration? Stephen, Stephen, cut the bread even. S. D: SUA DONNA.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9974] GIA: DI LUI. GELINDO RISOLVE DI NON AMARE S. D.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9981] What more's to speak?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9999] --That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know, we
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10046] Ann (what's in a name?), woos and wins her, a whoreson merry widow.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10049] kings Richard is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10051] figures lifted out of Sidney's ARCADIA and spatchcocked on to a Celtic
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10054] --That was Will's way, John Eglinton defended. We should not now
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10080] He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10110] the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, and nuncle Richie,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10128] Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10225] Hamlet mad? The quaker's pate godlily with a priesteen in booktalk.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10262] minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10304] The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. Gone the nine men's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10318] He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, saying:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10366] --The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. Did you
[Wandering Rocks] [10397] The superior, the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth
[Wandering Rocks] [10399] three. Just nice time to walk to Artane. What was that boy's name again?
[Wandering Rocks] [10401] see. Mr Cunningham's letter. Yes. Oblige him, if possible. Good practical
[Wandering Rocks] [10407] reverend John Conmee S. J. Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his
[Wandering Rocks] [10413] Wolsey's words: IF I HAD SERVED MY GOD AS I HAVE SERVED MY KING HE WOULD
[Wandering Rocks] [10439] Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and cockney voice.
[Wandering Rocks] [10467] Master Brunny Lynam ran across the road and put Father Conmee's
[Wandering Rocks] [10476] corner of Dignam's court.
[Wandering Rocks] [10503] Joseph's church, Portland row. For aged and virtuous females. Father
[Wandering Rocks] [10514] Grogan's the Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a
[Wandering Rocks] [10519] Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the
[Wandering Rocks] [10523] Father Conmee passed H. J. O'Neill's funeral establishment where
[Wandering Rocks] [10526] saluted the constable. In Youkstetter's, the porkbutcher's, Father Conmee
[Wandering Rocks] [10527] observed pig's puddings, white and black and red, lie neatly curled in
[Wandering Rocks] [10537] On Newcomen bridge the very reverend John Conmee S.J. of saint
[Wandering Rocks] [10538] Francis Xavier's church, upper Gardiner street, stepped on to an outward
[Wandering Rocks] [10542] C. C. of saint Agatha's church, north William street, on to Newcomen
[Wandering Rocks] [10585] men and of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African mission
[Wandering Rocks] [10591] faith had not (D.V.) been brought. But they were God's souls, created by
[Wandering Rocks] [10614] with her husband's brother? She would half confess if she had not all
[Wandering Rocks] [10615] sinned as women did. Only God knew and she and he, her husband's brother.
[Wandering Rocks] [10618] however for man's race on earth, and of the ways of God which were not
[Wandering Rocks] [10680] --That's a fine day, Mr Kelleher.
[Wandering Rocks] [10684] --It's very close, the constable said.
[Wandering Rocks] [10690] --What's the best news? he asked.
[Wandering Rocks] [10699] A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell's corner,
[Wandering Rocks] [10700] skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and jerked himself up Eccles street.
[Wandering Rocks] [10711] J. J. O'Molloy's white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was
[Wandering Rocks] [10734] held forth from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps. A woman's
[Wandering Rocks] [10738] minstrel's cap, saying:
[Wandering Rocks] [10761] --M'Guinness's.
[Wandering Rocks] [10769] --What's in the pot? she asked.
[Wandering Rocks] [10779] --And what's in this?
[Wandering Rocks] [10801] --A good job we have that much. Where's Dilly?
[Wandering Rocks] [10809] Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed:
[Wandering Rocks] [10816] between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay.
[Wandering Rocks] [10821] The blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling
[Wandering Rocks] [10838] H. E. L. Y.'S filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane,
[Wandering Rocks] [10842] from his fob and held it at its chain's length.
[Wandering Rocks] [10847] hawker's cart.
[Wandering Rocks] [10859] --Send it at once, will you? he said. It's for an invalid.
[Wandering Rocks] [10865] --What's the damage? he asked.
[Wandering Rocks] [10867] The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.
[Wandering Rocks] [10892] He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.
[Wandering Rocks] [10895] gripping the handrests. Palefaces. Men's arms frankly round their stunted
[Wandering Rocks] [10917] His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly. Human eyes. They gazed
[Wandering Rocks] [10951] Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny's corner and
[Wandering Rocks] [10952] the slab where Wolfe Tone's statue was not, eeled themselves turning
[Wandering Rocks] [10953] H. E. L. Y.'S and plodded back as they had come.
[Wandering Rocks] [10958] esses. Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. She's not nicelooking, is she? The
[Wandering Rocks] [10959] way she's holding up her bit of a skirt. Wonder will that fellow be at the
[Wandering Rocks] [10961] like Susy Nagle's. They kick out grand. Shannon and all the boatclub
[Wandering Rocks] [10984] --Who's that? Ned Lambert asked. Is that Crotty?
[Wandering Rocks] [10991] The vesta in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long soft
[Wandering Rocks] [10998] council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed
[Wandering Rocks] [11010] --That's right, Ned Lambert said. That's quite right, sir.
[Wandering Rocks] [11035] among the pillars. With J. J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's
[Wandering Rocks] [11042] Michael's, Sallins. Nice young chap he is. He's writing a book about the
[Wandering Rocks] [11043] Fitzgeralds he told me. He's well up in history, faith.
[Wandering Rocks] [11066] --Well, Jack. What is it? What's the trouble? Wait awhile. Hold hard.
[Wandering Rocks] [11091] --See? he said. Say it's turn six. In here, see. Turn Now On.
[Wandering Rocks] [11099] admiralty division of king's bench to the court of appeal an elderly
[Wandering Rocks] [11131] --He's a hero, he said simply.
[Wandering Rocks] [11137] They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming
[Wandering Rocks] [11143] choked with sewer gas. Down went Tom Rochford anyhow, booky's vest
[Wandering Rocks] [11152] --This way, he said, walking to the right. I want to pop into Lynam's to
[Wandering Rocks] [11153] see Sceptre's starting price. What's the time by your gold watch and
[Wandering Rocks] [11157] O'Neill's clock.
[Wandering Rocks] [11159] --After three, he said. Who's riding her?
[Wandering Rocks] [11175] figure scanned books on the hawker's cart.
[Wandering Rocks] [11179] --Wonder what he's buying, M'Coy said, glancing behind.
[Wandering Rocks] [11183] --He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said. I was with him one day and he
[Wandering Rocks] [11196] Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam came out of Mangan's, late
[Wandering Rocks] [11197] Fehrenbach's, carrying a pound and a half of porksteaks.
[Wandering Rocks] [11225] morning after the night before. Coming home it was a gorgeous winter's
[Wandering Rocks] [11229] good load of Delahunt's port under her bellyband. Every jolt the bloody
[Wandering Rocks] [11230] car gave I had her bumping up against me. Hell's delights! She has a fine
[Wandering Rocks] [11242] --The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a sigh. She's a gamey
[Wandering Rocks] [11249] SURE THAT'S ONLY WHAT YOU MIGHT CALL A PINPRICK. By God, he wasn't far
[Wandering Rocks] [11257] M'Coy's white face smiled about it at instants and grew grave.
[Wandering Rocks] [11261] --He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, he said seriously. He's not one
[Wandering Rocks] [11262] of your common or garden ... you know ... There's a touch of the artist
[Wandering Rocks] [11270] MONK, then of Aristotle's MASTERPIECE. Crooked botched print. Plates:
[Wandering Rocks] [11297] A woman's voice behind the dingy curtain. Listen: the man.
[Wandering Rocks] [11331] chancery, king's bench, exchequer and common pleas, having heard in the
[Wandering Rocks] [11332] lord chancellor's court the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the admiralty
[Wandering Rocks] [11339] curtains. The shopman's uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven
[Wandering Rocks] [11352] --SWEETS OF SIN, he said, tapping on it. That's a good one.
[Wandering Rocks] [11358] The lacquey by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell
[Wandering Rocks] [11374] Mr Dedalus, tugging a long moustache, came round from Williams's
[Wandering Rocks] [11377] --It's time for you, she said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11406] along James's street.
[Wandering Rocks] [11423] was stretched out stiff. He's dead. The man upstairs is dead.
[Wandering Rocks] [11442] --Watch him, he said. It's instructive. I wonder will he allow us to talk.
[Wandering Rocks] [11447] all where Jesus left the jews. Look, there's all I have. I got two
[Wandering Rocks] [11484] From the sundial towards James's gate walked Mr Kernan, pleased with the
[Wandering Rocks] [11485] order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street,
[Wandering Rocks] [11486] past Shackleton's offices. Got round him all right. How do you do, Mr
[Wandering Rocks] [11505] Graft, my dear sir. Well, of course, where there's money going there's
[Wandering Rocks] [11528] North wall and sir John Rogerson's quay, with hulls and anchorchains,
[Wandering Rocks] [11535] Lambert's brother over the way, Sam? What? Yes. He's as like it as damn
[Wandering Rocks] [11544] licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant's wife drove by
[Wandering Rocks] [11550] Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan's? Or no, there was a midnight
[Wandering Rocks] [11556] corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom. Outside the Dublin Distillers
[Wandering Rocks] [11557] Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the reins
[Wandering Rocks] [11562] Menton's office, led his wife over O'Connell bridge, bound for the office
[Wandering Rocks] [11569] in a kind of retrospective arrangement. Gaming at Daly's. No cardsharping
[Wandering Rocks] [11598] Stephen Dedalus watched through the webbed window the lapidary's fingers
[Wandering Rocks] [11623] with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.
[Wandering Rocks] [11637] shoulderblade. In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing
[Wandering Rocks] [11658] white wine vinegar. How to win a woman's love. For me this. Say the
[Wandering Rocks] [11664] Salanka to all true believers divulged. As good as any other abbot's
[Wandering Rocks] [11665] charms, as mumbling Joachim's. Down, baldynoddle, or we'll wool your
[Wandering Rocks] [11670] Dilly's high shoulders and shabby dress.
[Wandering Rocks] [11679] bracelet, Dan Kelly's token. NEBRAKADA FEMININUM.
[Wandering Rocks] [11689] He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal's French primer.
[Wandering Rocks] [11697] --Here, Stephen said. It's all right. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you.
[Wandering Rocks] [11708] Agenbite of inwit. Inwit's agenbite.
[Wandering Rocks] [11720] They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's. Father Cowley
[Wandering Rocks] [11723] --What's the best news? Mr Dedalus said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11735] waiting for Ben Dollard. He's going to say a word to long John to get him
[Wandering Rocks] [11741] --I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He's always
[Wandering Rocks] [11748] Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed
[Wandering Rocks] [11758] Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben Dollard's
[Wandering Rocks] [11762] --That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for a summer's day?
[Wandering Rocks] [11773] God he's not paid yet.
[Wandering Rocks] [11780] Ben Dollard frowned and, making suddenly a chanter's mouth, gave forth a
[Wandering Rocks] [11785] --That's the style, Mr Dedalus said, nodding to its drone.
[Wandering Rocks] [11794] Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by
[Wandering Rocks] [11801] --Come along with me to the subsheriff's office, he said. I want to show
[Wandering Rocks] [11802] you the new beauty Rock has for a bailiff. He's a cross between Lobengula
[Wandering Rocks] [11803] and Lynchehaun. He's well worth seeing, mind you. Come along. I saw John
[Wandering Rocks] [11818] --Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben
[Wandering Rocks] [11822] --That's right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He's a minister
[Wandering Rocks] [11847] Bronze by gold, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head, appeared above
[Wandering Rocks] [11881] --There's Jimmy Henry, Mr Power said, just heading for Kavanagh's.
[Wandering Rocks] [11885] Outside LA MAISON CLAIRE Blazes Boylan waylaid Jack Mooney's brother-in-
[Wandering Rocks] [11890] uncertainly, with hasty steps past Micky Anderson's watches.
[Wandering Rocks] [11892] --The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse
[Wandering Rocks] [11895] They followed round the corner towards James Kavanagh's winerooms. The
[Wandering Rocks] [11936] Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning's flank and
[Wandering Rocks] [11947] --Rather lowsized. Dignam of Menton's office that was, Martin Cunningham
[Wandering Rocks] [11954] --What's that? Martin Cunningham said.
[Wandering Rocks] [11974] --Parnell's brother. There in the corner.
[Wandering Rocks] [11981] --Yes, Mulligan said. That's John Howard, his brother, our city marshal.
[Wandering Rocks] [12007] Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.
[Wandering Rocks] [12024] this morning on belief. There was something on his mind, I saw. It's
[Wandering Rocks] [12028] Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her
[Wandering Rocks] [12053] street past Benson's ferry, and by the threemasted schooner ROSEVEAN from
[Wandering Rocks] [12060] Almidano Artifoni walked past Holles street, past Sewell's yard.
[Wandering Rocks] [12062] stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's
[Wandering Rocks] [12067] Mr Lewis Werner's cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along
[Wandering Rocks] [12070] At the corner of Wilde's house he halted, frowned at Elijah's name
[Wandering Rocks] [12072] duke's lawn. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun. With ratsteeth
[Wandering Rocks] [12079] As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his
[Wandering Rocks] [12084] --God's curse on you, he said sourly, whoever you are! You're blinder nor
[Wandering Rocks] [12085] I am, you bitch's bastard!
[Wandering Rocks] [12091] Opposite Ruggy O'Donohoe's Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam,
[Wandering Rocks] [12092] pawing the pound and a half of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, porksteaks he
[Wandering Rocks] [12097] Tunney's. And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the
[Wandering Rocks] [12103] Masters Dignam gaped silently. Myler Keogh, Dublin's pet lamb, will meet
[Wandering Rocks] [12106] that's the chap sparring out to him with the green sash. Two bar entrance,
[Wandering Rocks] [12108] left turned as he turned. That's me in mourning. When is it? May the
[Wandering Rocks] [12122] In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff's mouth
[Wandering Rocks] [12134] they'll all see it in the paper and read my name printed and pa's name.
[Wandering Rocks] [12144] on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for
[Wandering Rocks] [12149] my father. I hope he's in purgatory now because he went to confession to
[Wandering Rocks] [12165] greeted him vainly from afar Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges lord
[Wandering Rocks] [12166] Dudley's viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr Dudley
[Wandering Rocks] [12167] White, B. L., M. A., who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M. E. White's,
[Wandering Rocks] [12168] the pawnbroker's, at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose
[Wandering Rocks] [12176] her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously
[Wandering Rocks] [12178] wall under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue
[Wandering Rocks] [12180] bronze, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head watched and admired.
[Wandering Rocks] [12182] for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his
[Wandering Rocks] [12184] Cahill's corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M.A., made obeisance
[Wandering Rocks] [12188] Greene's office and Dollard's big red printinghouse Gerty MacDowell,
[Wandering Rocks] [12189] carrying the Catesby's cork lino letters for her father who was laid up,
[Wandering Rocks] [12191] what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow
[Wandering Rocks] [12193] lieutenant. Beyond Lundy Foot's from the shaded door of Kavanagh's
[Wandering Rocks] [12196] William Humble, earl of Dudley, G. C. V. O., passed Micky Anderson's
[Wandering Rocks] [12197] all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited
[Wandering Rocks] [12209] Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, straining her sight upward from
[Wandering Rocks] [12210] Chardenal's first French primer, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes
[Wandering Rocks] [12214] foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her
[Wandering Rocks] [12218] agreeably surprised, made haste to reply. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded
[Wandering Rocks] [12220] him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. Opposite
[Wandering Rocks] [12221] Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c,
[Wandering Rocks] [12223] By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan, stepping in tan shoes
[Wandering Rocks] [12224] and socks with skyblue clocks to the refrain of MY GIRL'S A YORKSHIRE
[Wandering Rocks] [12237] BUT THOUGH SHE'S A FACTORY LASS
[Wandering Rocks] [12248] C. Adderly and W. C. Huggard, started in pursuit. Striding past Finn's
[Wandering Rocks] [12252] by Trinity's postern a loyal king's man, Hornblower, touched his tallyho
[Wandering Rocks] [12257] inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer's hospital,
[Wandering Rocks] [12259] stripling opposite Broadbent's. In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a
[Wandering Rocks] [12261] viceroy's path. At the Royal Canal bridge, from his hoarding, Mr Eugene
[Wandering Rocks] [12270] and the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a
[Sirens] [12293] Peep! Who's in the ... peepofgold?
[Sirens] [12337] I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.
[Sirens] [12344] Pearls: when she. Liszt's rhapsodies. Hissss.
[Sirens] [12399] Bronze by gold, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's head, over the
[Sirens] [12416] --In the second carriage, miss Douce's wet lips said, laughing in the sun.
[Sirens] [12418] He's looking. Mind till I see.
[Sirens] [12425] --He's killed looking back.
[Sirens] [12438] --It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said.
[Sirens] [12442] Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his breast the sweets
[Sirens] [12443] of sin, by Wine's antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by
[Sirens] [12444] Carroll's dusky battered plate, for Raoul.
[Sirens] [12449] --There's your teas, he said.
[Sirens] [12506] fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin.
[Sirens] [12523] Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone:
[Sirens] [12538] Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Miss
[Sirens] [12548] Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Why do I always
[Sirens] [12549] think Figather? Gathering figs, I think. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name.
[Sirens] [12550] By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by. Bluerobed, white
[Sirens] [12599] By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright
[Sirens] [12600] of their oils. Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at
[Sirens] [12648] Cochrane's she turned herself. With grace she tapped a measure of gold
[Sirens] [12657] Yes. He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid's, into
[Sirens] [12670] Daly's. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is on the rye.
[Sirens] [12690] --Peep! Who's in the corner?
[Sirens] [12729] Mooney's EN VILLE and in Mooney's SUR MER. He had received the rhino for
[Sirens] [12732] He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes:
[Sirens] [12736] MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that minstrel boy
[Sirens] [12765] God's curse on bitch's bastard.
[Sirens] [12767] Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. To the door of the bar and
[Sirens] [12780] in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Are you not
[Sirens] [12810] Pat paid for diner's popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, tray and
[Sirens] [12823] called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's
[Sirens] [12824] leavetaking, life's, love's morn.
[Sirens] [12828] Lenehan's lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.
[Sirens] [12845] Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he
[Sirens] [12853] hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.
[Sirens] [12865] --What's your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a sloegin
[Sirens] [12870] Cowley's red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff's office.
[Sirens] [12898] --Here's fortune, Blazes said.
[Sirens] [12911] Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's
[Sirens] [12919] Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. It
[Sirens] [12928] tugged Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve.
[Sirens] [12930] --Let's hear the time, he said.
[Sirens] [12938] Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
[Sirens] [12940] --Go on, pressed Lenehan. There's no-one. He never heard.
[Sirens] [12942] -- ... TO FLORA'S LIPS DID HIE.
[Sirens] [12948] Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes.
[Sirens] [12958] --No, now, urged Lenehan. SONNEZLACLOCHE! O do! There's no-one.
[Sirens] [12974] smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh.
[Sirens] [13012] --Eh? How do? How do? Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, turning an
[Sirens] [13013] instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Alf
[Sirens] [13015] Judas Iscariot's ear this time.
[Sirens] [13028] --What's that? Mr Dedalus said. I was only vamping, man.
[Sirens] [13042] Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He's off. Light sob of breath Bloom
[Sirens] [13043] sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He's gone. Jingle. Hear.
[Sirens] [13047] Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind,
[Sirens] [13070] --Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said. Where's
[Sirens] [13088] Keogh's gave us the number. Remember? Ben remembered, his broad visage
[Sirens] [13096] wouldn't take any money either. What? Any God's quantity of cocked hats
[Sirens] [13109] --What's this her name was? A buxom lassy. Marion ...
[Sirens] [13147] By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun
[Sirens] [13148] in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres:
[Sirens] [13189] someone is. Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a
[Sirens] [13194] Well, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. For instance
[Sirens] [13195] eunuchs. Wonder who's playing. Nice touch. Must be Cowley. Musical.
[Sirens] [13200] (a lady's) hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the
[Sirens] [13217] Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide
[Sirens] [13223] a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp that
[Sirens] [13266] By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Elvery's elephant jingly
[Sirens] [13277] Backache he. Bright's bright eye. Next item on the programme. Paying the
[Sirens] [13283] and drabs. And when he's wanted not a farthing. Screwed refusing to pay
[Sirens] [13289] Speech paused on Richie's lips.
[Sirens] [13301] all. A thrush. A throstle. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's
[Sirens] [13312] That's why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes: all is lost.
[Sirens] [13344] a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous EAU DE NIL Mina
[Sirens] [13372] Love that is singing: love's old sweet song. Bloom unwound slowly
[Sirens] [13373] the elastic band of his packet. Love's old sweet SONNEZ LA gold. Bloom
[Sirens] [13398] Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full it throbbed. That's the chat.
[Sirens] [13401] Words? Music? No: it's what's behind.
[Sirens] [13416] MARTHA it is. Coincidence. Just going to write. Lionel's song. Lovely
[Sirens] [13418] heartstrings pursestrings too. She's a. I called you naughty boy. Still
[Sirens] [13424] how look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart.
[Sirens] [13427] Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass. Still
[Sirens] [13432] First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. Yellow,
[Sirens] [13483] Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor, said before.
[Sirens] [13490] An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the air made richer.
[Sirens] [13506] Richie, admiring, descanted on that man's glorious voice. He
[Sirens] [13508] RANK AND FAME: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Good God he never heard in all his
[Sirens] [13514] night, Si in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'TWAS RANK AND FAME.
[Sirens] [13518] FAME in his, Ned Lambert's, house.
[Sirens] [13525] That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It's in the silence after
[Sirens] [13530] Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan,
[Sirens] [13539] Human life. Dignam. Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! Five bob I gave.
[Sirens] [13572] envelope: unconcerned. It's so characteristic.
[Sirens] [13584] seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Fall quite flat. It's on
[Sirens] [13587] Instance he's playing now. Improvising. Might be what you like, till
[Sirens] [13609] Down the edge of his FREEMAN baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye,
[Sirens] [13613] Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. He held unfurled his FREEMAN.
[Sirens] [13623] gulls. Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne's. Is eight about. Say half a
[Sirens] [13631] Folly am I writing? Husbands don't. That's marriage does, their
[Sirens] [13645] --Answering an ad? keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom.
[Sirens] [13651] playing now? Improvising. Intermezzo. P. S. The rum tum tum. How will
[Sirens] [13655] P. P. S. La la la ree. I feel so sad today. La ree. So lonely. Dee.
[Sirens] [13663] Dolphin's Barn Lane
[Sirens] [13676] In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is
[Sirens] [13680] now. Enough. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them. Dislike that job.
[Sirens] [13704] Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow.
[Sirens] [13731] in the ear sometimes. Well, it's a sea. Corpuscle islands.
[Sirens] [13742] By Larry O'Rourke's, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and
[Sirens] [13746] No, she was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell know.
[Sirens] [13750] Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The
[Sirens] [13757] cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. There's music everywhere.
[Sirens] [13758] Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. No, that's noise. Minuet of DON GIOVANNI
[Sirens] [13759] he's playing now. Court dresses of all descriptions in castle chambers
[Sirens] [13764] That's joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other
[Sirens] [13771] men's intervals. Gap in their voices too. Fill me. I'm warm, dark, open.
[Sirens] [13782] of falling water. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed.
[Sirens] [13807] Bob Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords.
[Sirens] [13810] Got money somewhere. He's on for a razzle backache spree. Much? He
[Sirens] [13818] The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach
[Sirens] [13824] Ben Dollard's voice. Base barreltone. Doing his level best to say it.
[Sirens] [13826] ships' chandler's business he did once. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships'
[Sirens] [13830] The priest's at home. A false priest's servant bade him welcome. Step
[Sirens] [13850] Ben's contrite beard confessed. IN NOMINE DOMINI, in God's name he knelt.
[Sirens] [13863] cursed three times. You bitch's bast. And once at masstime he had gone to
[Sirens] [13864] play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he
[Sirens] [13878] Custom his country perhaps. That's music too. Not as bad as it sounds.
[Sirens] [13881] music hath jaws. Woodwind like Goodwin's name.
[Sirens] [13885] question. Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa's.
[Sirens] [13913] girls, those lovely. By the sad sea waves. Chorusgirl's romance. Letters
[Sirens] [13914] read out for breach of promise. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum.
[Sirens] [13929] see. They want it. Not too much polite. That's why he gets them. Gold in
[Sirens] [13940] bitch's bastard. A good thought, boy, to come. One hour's your time to
[Sirens] [13947] Purefoy. Hope she's over. Because their wombs.
[Sirens] [13951] river. At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave (her heaving embon) red
[Sirens] [13973] the end. Thanks, that was heavenly. Where's my hat. Pass by her. Can
[Sirens] [14027] --Ben machree, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade.
[Sirens] [14060] Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. Postoffice near Reuben J's
[Sirens] [14090] Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom's little wee.
[Sirens] [14093] this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's ...
[Sirens] [14097] --By the bye there's a tuningfork in there on the ...
[Sirens] [14128] Bloom went by Barry's. Wish I could. Wait. That wonderworker if I
[Sirens] [14134] Mickey Rooney's band. Wonder how it first struck him. Sitting at home
[Sirens] [14135] after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his
[Sirens] [14141] by Daly's window where a mermaid hair all streaming (but he couldn't see)
[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] [14171] In Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel
[Sirens] [14175] you don't want it. That's what good salesman is. Make you buy what he
[Sirens] [14177] to charge me for the edge he gave it. She's passing now. Six bob.
[Sirens] [14182] glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before bronze Lydia's tempting
[Sirens] [14188] Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's window. Robert
[Sirens] [14189] Emmet's last words. Seven last words. Of Meyerbeer that is.
[Sirens] [14214] NATIONS OF THE EARTH. No-one behind. She's passed. THEN AND NOT TILL
[Sirens] [14216] sure it's the burgund. Yes. One, two. LET MY EPITAPH BE. Kraaaaaa.
[Cyclops] [14236] --Soot's luck, says Joe. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?
[Cyclops] [14244] --Devil a much, says I. There's a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the
[Cyclops] [14246] me a wrinkle about him--lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay
[Cyclops] [14260] debts. But that's the most notorious bloody robber you'd meet in a day's
[Cyclops] [14265] himself till he's fit to burst. Jesus, I had to laugh at the little jewy
[Cyclops] [14270] Kevin's parade in the city of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant,
[Cyclops] [14296] --Who? says I. Sure, he's out in John of God's off his head, poor man.
[Cyclops] [14302] --Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe. I want to see the citizen.
[Cyclops] [14304] --Barney mavourneen's be it, says I. Anything strange or wonderful, Joe?
[Cyclops] [14337] and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the noble district
[Cyclops] [14360] and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the
[Cyclops] [14367] of Thomond, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly
[Cyclops] [14370] butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of
[Cyclops] [14374] So we turned into Barney Kiernan's and there, sure enough, was the citizen
[Cyclops] [14390] --That's all right, citizen, says Joe. Friends here.
[Cyclops] [14396] --What's your opinion of the times?
[Cyclops] [14410] --It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.
[Cyclops] [14419] --What's yours? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [14423] --Three pints, Terry, says Joe. And how's the old heart, citizen? says he.
[Cyclops] [14463] Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S. Brendan, Marshal MacMahon,
[Cyclops] [14491] --And there's more where that came from, says he.
[Cyclops] [14498] Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the guts of the fish.
[Cyclops] [14500] Who comes through Michan's land, bedight in sable armour? O'Bloom,
[Cyclops] [14501] the son of Rory: it is he. Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he
[Cyclops] [14504] --For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen, the subsidised
[Cyclops] [14507] please, founded by Parnell to be the workingman's friend. Listen to the
[Cyclops] [14513] --Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on
[Cyclops] [14514] Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. How's that, eh? Wright and
[Cyclops] [14517] Ridsdale at Saint Jude's, Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest, dean
[Cyclops] [14526] Liverpool, Isabella Helen. How's that for a national press, eh, my brown
[Cyclops] [14527] son! How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?
[Cyclops] [14546] Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney's
[Cyclops] [14555] --Look at him, says he. Breen. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a
[Cyclops] [14573] --Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round
[Cyclops] [14574] to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round
[Cyclops] [14575] to the subsheriff's for a lark. O God, I've a pain laughing. U. p: up. The
[Cyclops] [14585] John's eye. U. p ...
[Cyclops] [14606] But he, the young chief of the O'Bergan's, could ill brook to be outdone
[Cyclops] [14617] --What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen, prowling up and
[Cyclops] [14620] --What's that? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [14623] I'll show you something you never saw. Hangmen's letters. Look at here.
[Cyclops] [14635] So I saw there was going to be a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap
[Cyclops] [14636] when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk:
[Cyclops] [14638] --How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?
[Cyclops] [14651] --Don't you know he's dead? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [14660] --Who's dead? says Bob Doran.
[Cyclops] [14665] with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's ... What?
[Cyclops] [14668] --What about Dignam? says Bob Doran. Who's talking about... ?
[Cyclops] [14670] --Dead! says Alf. He's no more dead than you are.
[Cyclops] [14710] manager of Messrs H. J. O'Neill's popular funeral establishment, a
[Cyclops] [14715] the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were
[Cyclops] [14731] --Bloom, says he. He's on point duty up and down there for the last ten
[Cyclops] [14741] blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence:
[Cyclops] [14750] --Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He's over all his troubles.
[Cyclops] [14754] --He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam.
[Cyclops] [14764] Mooney, the bumbailiff's daughter, mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street,
[Cyclops] [14769] --The noblest, the truest, says he. And he's gone, poor little Willy, poor
[Cyclops] [14780] So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry
[Cyclops] [14822] well he'd just take a cigar. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake.
[Cyclops] [14832] And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his
[Cyclops] [14847] --There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf.
[Cyclops] [14849] --What's that? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [14851] --The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf.
[Cyclops] [14855] --God's truth, says Alf. I heard that from the head warder that was in
[Cyclops] [14863] --That can be explained by science, says Bloom. It's only a natural
[Cyclops] [14907] Curran and she's far from the land. And Bloom, of course, with his
[Cyclops] [14918] and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer
[Cyclops] [14919] story, the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel.
[Cyclops] [14922] more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's,
[Cyclops] [14951] Speranza's plaintive muse. Special quick excursion trains and upholstered
[Cyclops] [14961] unexpected addition to the day's entertainment and a word of praise is due
[Cyclops] [14987] date of the birth of Ireland's patron saint. In the course of the
[Cyclops] [14994] both contending parties. The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once
[Cyclops] [15003] gentlemen's gold and silver watches) were promptly restored to their
[Cyclops] [15020] bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been in the
[Cyclops] [15084] names in Albion's history) placed on the finger of his blushing FIANCEE
[Cyclops] [15096] thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.
[Cyclops] [15129] --What's on you, Garry? says he.
[Cyclops] [15165] it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's
[Cyclops] [15177] AFTER LOWRY'S LIGHTS.
[Cyclops] [15184] --I will, says he, A CHARA, to show there's no ill feeling.
[Cyclops] [15186] Gob, he's not as green as he's cabbagelooking. Arsing around from
[Cyclops] [15187] one pub to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog
[Cyclops] [15199] Martin Cunningham, don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's.
[Cyclops] [15204] --Holy Wars, says Joe, laughing, that's a good one if old Shylock is
[Cyclops] [15207] --Well, that's a point, says Bloom, for the wife's admirers.
[Cyclops] [15211] --The wife's advisers, I mean, says Bloom.
[Cyclops] [15217] mortgagee's right till he near had the head of me addled with his
[Cyclops] [15227] there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy that's dead to tell
[Cyclops] [15228] her. Choking with bloody foolery. And shaking Bloom's hand doing the
[Cyclops] [15256] Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote the new
[Cyclops] [15265] Jack Mooney's sister. And the old prostitute of a mother
[Cyclops] [15298] for timber tongue. Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard.
[Cyclops] [15299] Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are
[Cyclops] [15304] of fat all over her. Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye
[Cyclops] [15305] was waltzing around her showing her how to do it. What's your programme
[Cyclops] [15322] --Well, he's going off by the mailboat, says Joe, tonight.
[Cyclops] [15324] --That's too bad, says Bloom. I wanted particularly. Perhaps only Mr Field
[Cyclops] [15327] --Nannan's going too, says Joe. The league told him to ask a question
[Cyclops] [15340] honourable member's question is in the affirmative.
[Cyclops] [15348] Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman's famous
[Cyclops] [15362] --There's the man, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. There he
[Cyclops] [15374] --Yes, says Bloom. That's well known. Did you not know that?
[Cyclops] [15379] to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent
[Cyclops] [15382] DO YOU SEE THAT STRAW? THAT'S A STRAW. Declare to my aunt he'd talk
[Cyclops] [15386] O'CIARNAIN'S in SRAID NA BRETAINE BHEAG, under the auspices of SLUAGH NA
[Cyclops] [15418] Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. William Delany, S. J.,
[Cyclops] [15420] C. S. Sp.; the rev. T. Waters, C. C.; the rev. John M. Ivers, P. P.; the
[Cyclops] [15421] rev. P. J. Cleary, O. S. F.; the rev. L. J. Hickey, O. P.; the very rev.
[Cyclops] [15422] Fr. Nicholas, O. S. F. C.; the very rev. B. Gorman, O. D. C.; the rev. T.
[Cyclops] [15423] Maher, S. J.; the very rev. James Murphy, S. J.; the rev. John Lavery,
[Cyclops] [15425] the rev. T. Brangan, O. S. A.; the rev. J. Flavin, C. C.; the rev. M. A.
[Cyclops] [15449] --We know him, says the citizen. The traitor's son. We know what put
[Cyclops] [15467] as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by
[Cyclops] [15472] putting in some neat work on the pet's nose, and Myler came on
[Cyclops] [15475] out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw. The redcoat
[Cyclops] [15487] from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and
[Cyclops] [15488] landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett's stomach, flooring him flat.
[Cyclops] [15490] bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein
[Cyclops] [15495] --He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he's running
[Cyclops] [15500] --Who? says Bloom. Ah, yes. That's quite true. Yes, a kind of summer tour,
[Cyclops] [15505] --My wife? says Bloom. She's singing, yes. I think it will be a success
[Cyclops] [15508] He's an excellent man to organise. Excellent.
[Cyclops] [15511] and absence of hair on the animal's chest. Blazes doing the tootle on the
[Cyclops] [15512] flute. Concert tour. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that
[Cyclops] [15515] The water rate, Mr Boylan. You whatwhat? That's the bucko that'll
[Cyclops] [15518] Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy.
[Cyclops] [15524] And lo, there entered one of the clan of the O'Molloy's, a comely hero
[Cyclops] [15525] of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in
[Cyclops] [15551] and the other give him a leg over the stile. With his name in Stubbs's.
[Cyclops] [15556] boots out of the pop. What's your name, sir? Dunne, says he. Ay, and done
[Cyclops] [15582] --COMPOS your eye! says Alf, laughing. Do you know that he's balmy?
[Cyclops] [15598] --Half and half I mean, says the citizen. A fellow that's neither fish nor
[Cyclops] [15603] --That what's I mean, says the citizen. A pishogue, if you know what that
[Cyclops] [15611] him because a cousin of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope.
[Cyclops] [15612] Picture of him on the wall with his Smashall Sweeney's moustaches, the
[Cyclops] [15662] the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the
[Cyclops] [15719] repetition. That's the whole secret.
[Cyclops] [15726] --O, I'm sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom. It's just that
[Cyclops] [15740] spider's web in the corner behind the barrel, and the citizen scowling
[Cyclops] [15744] --A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, that's what's the cause of all our
[Cyclops] [15762] --There's hair, Joe, says I. Get a queer old tailend of corned beef off of
[Cyclops] [15768] --Well, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? What
[Cyclops] [15780] --It's on the march, says the citizen. To hell with the bloody brutal
[Cyclops] [15815] --What's up with you, says I to Lenehan. You look like a fellow that had
[Cyclops] [15825] --And Bass's mare? says Terry.
[Cyclops] [15831] me. Lord Howard de Walden's.
[Cyclops] [15852] --RAIMEIS, says the citizen. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that
[Cyclops] [15876] reading a report of lord Castletown's ...
[Cyclops] [15931] the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat,
[Cyclops] [15962] Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about flogging on the
[Cyclops] [15973] Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the
[Cyclops] [15984] --That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen, that bosses the
[Cyclops] [15988] the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of a dozen gamehogs
[Cyclops] [15989] and cottonball barons. That's the great empire they boast about of drudges
[Cyclops] [16038] trying to make an ENTENTE CORDIALE now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with
[Cyclops] [16045] elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead?
[Cyclops] [16056] --Tell that to a fool, says the citizen. There's a bloody sight more pox
[Cyclops] [16060] bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's
[Cyclops] [16096] --By God, then, says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm
[Cyclops] [16134] Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of
[Cyclops] [16135] Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company (Limited), Lough Neagh's banks,
[Cyclops] [16136] the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's
[Cyclops] [16137] hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch
[Cyclops] [16140] Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college
[Cyclops] [16141] refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of
[Cyclops] [16143] Warehouse, Fingal's Cave--all these moving scenes are still there for us
[Cyclops] [16149] --That's mine, says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman.
[Cyclops] [16166] That's an almanac picture for you. Mark for a softnosed bullet. Old
[Cyclops] [16168] sweepingbrush, so he would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. And
[Cyclops] [16172] --But it's no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that. That's not
[Cyclops] [16173] life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it's
[Cyclops] [16182] Who's hindering you? And off he pops like greased lightning.
[Cyclops] [16189] moya! He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.
[Cyclops] [16213] the UNITED IRISHMAN today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England?
[Cyclops] [16215] --What's that? says Joe.
[Cyclops] [16231] and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by
[Cyclops] [16250] --No, says the citizen. It's not signed Shanganagh. It's only
[Cyclops] [16255] --That's how it's worked, says the citizen. Trade follows the flag.
[Cyclops] [16258] Free State they must be bad. Did you read that report by a man what's this
[Cyclops] [16261] --Casement, says the citizen. He's an Irishman.
[Cyclops] [16263] --Yes, that's the man, says J. J. Raping the women and girls and flogging
[Cyclops] [16267] --I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.
[Cyclops] [16272] THROWAWAY and he's gone to gather in the shekels.
[Cyclops] [16277] --That's where he's gone, says Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to back
[Cyclops] [16279] Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on. He's the only
[Cyclops] [16282] --He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.
[Cyclops] [16292] Slattery's off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings is
[Cyclops] [16296] SHE'S BETTER or SHE'S (ow!) all a plan so he could vamoose with the
[Cyclops] [16299] bloody (there's the last of it) Jerusalem (ah!) cuckoos.
[Cyclops] [16313] Gob, he's like Lanty MacHale's goat that'd go a piece of the road with
[Cyclops] [16316] --Well, it's a fact, says John Wyse. And there's the man now that'll tell
[Cyclops] [16321] collector general's, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration
[Cyclops] [16323] king's expense.
[Cyclops] [16344] countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun?
[Cyclops] [16346] An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage.
[Cyclops] [16348] --Cry you mercy, gentlemen, he said humbly. An you be the king's
[Cyclops] [16350] king's friends (God bless His Majesty!) shall not go afasting in my house
[Cyclops] [16359] venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head
[Cyclops] [16375] --That's so, says Martin. Or so they allege.
[Cyclops] [16384] --Why not? says J. J., when he's quite sure which country it is.
[Cyclops] [16393] --He's a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he
[Cyclops] [16400] father's name that poisoned himself. He changed it by deedpoll, the father
[Cyclops] [16403] --That's the new Messiah for Ireland! says the citizen. Island of saints
[Cyclops] [16409] --Yes, says J. J., and every male that's born they think it may be their
[Cyclops] [16411] he knows if he's a father or a mother.
[Cyclops] [16417] tin of Neave's food six weeks before the wife was delivered.
[Cyclops] [16429] Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. One of those mixed
[Cyclops] [16439] --A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. That's what he is. Virag
[Cyclops] [16444] --Only one, says Martin. We must be quick. J. J. and S.
[Cyclops] [16470] and the monks of S. Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the
[Cyclops] [16473] virgins and confessors: S. Cyr and S. Isidore Arator and S. James the
[Cyclops] [16474] Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix
[Cyclops] [16475] de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and
[Cyclops] [16476] S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S.
[Cyclops] [16477] Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi
[Cyclops] [16478] and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S.
[Cyclops] [16479] Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and
[Cyclops] [16480] S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous
[Cyclops] [16481] and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S.
[Cyclops] [16482] Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and
[Cyclops] [16483] Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S.
[Cyclops] [16484] Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S.
[Cyclops] [16485] Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S.
[Cyclops] [16486] Fiacre and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of
[Cyclops] [16487] Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of
[Cyclops] [16488] holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John
[Cyclops] [16489] Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride
[Cyclops] [16490] and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S.
[Cyclops] [16491] Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and
[Cyclops] [16492] Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S.
[Cyclops] [16493] Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S.
[Cyclops] [16494] Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the
[Cyclops] [16495] Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica
[Cyclops] [16496] and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. And all came with nimbi and
[Cyclops] [16504] candles, aspergills, unicorns. And as they wended their way by Nelson's
[Cyclops] [16560] Mean bloody scut. Stand us a drink itself. Devil a sweet fear! There's
[Cyclops] [16570] --Don't tell anyone, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him. It's a
[Cyclops] [16611] sake and don't be making a public exhibition of yourself. Jesus, there's
[Cyclops] [16649] Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the
[Cyclops] [16660] wellknown strains of COME BACK TO ERIN, followed immediately by RAKOCZSY'S
[Cyclops] [16678] shouting like a stuck pig, as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal
[Cyclops] [16687] But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag's head round the
[Cyclops] [16700] grade of Mercalli's scale, and there is no record extant of a similar
[Cyclops] [16703] been that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay
[Cyclops] [16718] on the third basaltic ridge of the giant's causeway, the latter embedded
[Cyclops] [16733] Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light
[Cyclops] [16736] K. P., K. T., P. C., K. C. B., M. P, J. P., M. B., D. S. O., S. O. D.,
[Cyclops] [16738] F. R. U. I., F. R. C. P. I. and F. R. C. S. I.
[Cyclops] [16766] Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel.
[Nausicaa] [16787] match and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. For Tommy and
[Nausicaa] [16824] selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman's house
[Nausicaa] [16835] their big sister's word was law with the twins. And in a sad plight he was
[Nausicaa] [16838] over life's tiny troubles and very quickly not one speck of sand was
[Nausicaa] [16848] --What's your name? Butter and cream?
[Nausicaa] [16860] her shortsighted eyes. I know who is Tommy's sweetheart. Gerty is
[Nausicaa] [16861] Tommy's sweetheart.
[Nausicaa] [16865] Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was amiss and she whispered
[Nausicaa] [16877] late had done her a world of good much better than the Widow Welch's
[Nausicaa] [16880] in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a genuine Cupid's
[Nausicaa] [16900] few could resist. Why have women such eyes of witchery? Gerty's were of
[Nausicaa] [16909] Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair. It was dark brown
[Nausicaa] [16913] now at Edy's words as a telltale flush, delicate as the faintest
[Nausicaa] [16915] shyness that of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not hold
[Nausicaa] [16925] usual somebody's nose was out of joint about the boy that had the bicycle
[Nausicaa] [16948] was expected in the LADY'S PICTORIAL that electric blue would be worn)
[Nausicaa] [16957] she found what she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the very it, slightly
[Nausicaa] [16969] garter tops. As for undies they were Gerty's chief care and who that knows
[Nausicaa] [17000] too young to understand. He would not believe in love, a woman's
[Nausicaa] [17001] birthright. The night of the party long ago in Stoer's (he was still in
[Nausicaa] [17007] Wylie's strong point and he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell must be
[Nausicaa] [17026] queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from
[Nausicaa] [17033] engravings and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog
[Nausicaa] [17035] chairs and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they
[Nausicaa] [17055] --You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said. It's my ball.
[Nausicaa] [17063] And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make him forget and played here's
[Nausicaa] [17064] the lord mayor, here's his two horses, here's his gingerbread carriage
[Nausicaa] [17083] Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and when she drew the jugs too and the men's
[Nausicaa] [17087] her the evening she dressed up in her father's suit and hat and the burned
[Nausicaa] [17094] pealing anthem of the organ. It was the men's temperance retreat conducted
[Nausicaa] [17095] by the missioner, the reverend John Hughes S. J., rosary, sermon and
[Nausicaa] [17102] holy Mary, holy virgin of virgins. How sad to poor Gerty's ears!
[Nausicaa] [17104] taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's
[Nausicaa] [17128] and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when he sang THE
[Nausicaa] [17130] have mercy on him, from a stroke. Her mother's birthday that was and
[Nausicaa] [17137] office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a
[Nausicaa] [17144] her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single thing
[Nausicaa] [17148] never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's
[Nausicaa] [17158] in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap
[Nausicaa] [17171] Gerty's skirt near the little pool by the rock. The twins clamoured again
[Nausicaa] [17198] saint Bernard said in his famous prayer of Mary, the most pious Virgin's
[Nausicaa] [17277] blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon at
[Nausicaa] [17285] all subject to nature's laws, he said, in this life and that that was no
[Nausicaa] [17334] CRAMEN TUM. Three and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's
[Nausicaa] [17335] of George's street on the Tuesday, no the Monday before Easter and there
[Nausicaa] [17347] a girl's shoulders--a radiant little vision, in sooth, almost maddening in
[Nausicaa] [17354] woman's instinct told her that she had raised the devil in him and at the
[Nausicaa] [17376] --Wait, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time
[Nausicaa] [17409] shrine. If ever there was undisguised admiration in a man's passionate
[Nausicaa] [17410] gaze it was there plain to be seen on that man's face. It is for you,
[Nausicaa] [17426] like the confounded little cat she was. Gerty's lips parted swiftly to
[Nausicaa] [17437] flashed up. I can throw my cap at who I like because it's leap year.
[Nausicaa] [17447] shrivel up on the spot. Miss puny little Edy's countenance fell to
[Nausicaa] [17498] in it in violet ink that she bought in Hely's of Dame Street for
[Nausicaa] [17520] with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a girl's honour,
[Nausicaa] [17544] --It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey said.
[Nausicaa] [17550] --Come on, Gerty, Cissy called. It's the bazaar fireworks.
[Nausicaa] [17604] lips laid on her white brow, the cry of a young girl's love, a little
[Nausicaa] [17631] Gerty had an idea, one of love's little ruses. She slipped a hand into
[Nausicaa] [17633] without letting him and then slipped it back. Wonder if he's too far to.
[Nausicaa] [17648] Tight boots? No. She's lame! O!
[Nausicaa] [17650] Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That's why she's left
[Nausicaa] [17661] in the air. That's the moon. But then why don't all women menstruate
[Nausicaa] [17674] Tom. Willy's hat and what the girls did with it. Do they snapshot
[Nausicaa] [17678] sacrifice. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. At first.
[Nausicaa] [17690] at school, arms round each other's necks or with ten fingers locked,
[Nausicaa] [17698] holes in each other's appearance. You're looking splendid. Sister souls.
[Nausicaa] [17704] Devils they are when that's coming on them. Dark devilish appearance.
[Nausicaa] [17706] my foot. O that way! O, that's exquisite! Feel it myself too. Good to rest
[Nausicaa] [17707] once in a way. Wonder if it's bad to go with them then. Safe in one way.