Ulysses by James Joyce

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[Telemachus] [7] ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He
[Telemachus] [8] held the bowl aloft and intoned:
[Telemachus] [12] Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
[Telemachus] [16] Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about
[Telemachus] [17] and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the
[Telemachus] [19] towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and
[Telemachus] [21] on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling
[Telemachus] [22] face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured
[Telemachus] [25] Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered
[Telemachus] [26] the bowl smartly.
[Telemachus] [32] --For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and
[Telemachus] [39] through the calm.
[Telemachus] [41] --Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the
[Telemachus] [44] He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering
[Telemachus] [45] about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and
[Telemachus] [46] sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A
[Telemachus] [49] --The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!
[Telemachus] [51] He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,
[Telemachus] [53] halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he
[Telemachus] [54] propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and
[Telemachus] [60] Hellenic ring, hasn't it? Tripping and sunny like the buck himself. We
[Telemachus] [61] must go to Athens. Will you come if I can get the aunt to fork out twenty
[Telemachus] [64] He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried:
[Telemachus] [66] --Will he come? The jejune jesuit!
[Telemachus] [81] have the real Oxford manner. He can't make you out. O, my name for you is
[Telemachus] [82] the best: Kinch, the knife-blade.
[Telemachus] [91] --I was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the dark
[Telemachus] [96] Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped down
[Telemachus] [101] He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper
[Telemachus] [107] dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly.
[Telemachus] [108] Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said:
[Telemachus] [110] --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.
[Telemachus] [113] He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair
[Telemachus] [116] --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet
[Telemachus] [117] mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. EPI OINOPA PONTON.
[Telemachus] [118] Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the
[Telemachus] [122] Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked
[Telemachus] [123] down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of
[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] [144] --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest
[Telemachus] [149] Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against
[Telemachus] [150] his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coat-sleeve.
[Telemachus] [151] Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in
[Telemachus] [155] wetted ashes. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a
[Telemachus] [156] great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him. The ring of bay and
[Telemachus] [158] beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had torn up
[Telemachus] [164] a few noserags. How are the secondhand breeks?
[Telemachus] [168] Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip.
[Telemachus] [170] --The mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God
[Telemachus] [177] --He can't wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror.
[Telemachus] [181] He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the
[Telemachus] [184] Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its
[Telemachus] [187] --That fellow I was with in the Ship last night, said Buck Mulligan, says
[Telemachus] [189] paralysis of the insane!
[Telemachus] [191] He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad
[Telemachus] [192] in sunlight now radiant on the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and
[Telemachus] [193] the edges of his white glittering teeth. Laughter seized all his strong
[Telemachus] [198] Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft by a
[Telemachus] [202] --I pinched it out of the skivvy's room, Buck Mulligan said. It does her
[Telemachus] [203] all right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi. Lead
[Telemachus] [206] Laughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes.
[Telemachus] [208] --The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If
[Telemachus] [213] --It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.
[Telemachus] [216] round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had
[Telemachus] [222] Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The
[Telemachus] [225] --Cracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that to the oxy chap downstairs
[Telemachus] [229] together we might do something for the island. Hellenise it.
[Telemachus] [233] --And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one
[Telemachus] [241] expire! Break the news to her gently, Aubrey! I shall die! With slit
[Telemachus] [242] ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the
[Telemachus] [243] table, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the
[Telemachus] [245] to be debagged! Don't you play the giddy ox with me!
[Telemachus] [247] Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf
[Telemachus] [249] the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.
[Telemachus] [259] They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the
[Telemachus] [260] water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm quietly.
[Telemachus] [272] --Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my mother's
[Telemachus] [278] sensations. Why? What happened in the name of God?
[Telemachus] [280] --You were making tea, Stephen said, and went across the landing to get
[Telemachus] [281] more hot water. Your mother and some visitor came out of the drawingroom.
[Telemachus] [297] only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and
[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] [303] functioning. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups
[Telemachus] [304] off the quilt. Humour her till it's over. You crossed her last wish in
[Telemachus] [307] offend the memory of your mother.
[Telemachus] [309] He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds
[Telemachus] [310] which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly:
[Telemachus] [312] --I am not thinking of the offence to my mother.
[Telemachus] [316] --Of the offence to me, Stephen answered.
[Telemachus] [322] He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post,
[Telemachus] [323] gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Sea and headland now grew
[Telemachus] [325] the fever of his cheeks.
[Telemachus] [327] A voice within the tower called loudly:
[Telemachus] [335] --Look at the sea. What does it care about offences? Chuck Loyola, Kinch,
[Telemachus] [336] and come on down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.
[Telemachus] [338] His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level
[Telemachus] [339] with the roof:
[Telemachus] [341] --Don't mope over it all day, he said. I'm inconsequent. Give up the
[Telemachus] [344] His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of the
[Telemachus] [353] Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the
[Telemachus] [354] stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of
[Telemachus] [355] water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the
[Telemachus] [356] dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the
[Telemachus] [358] shimmering on the dim tide.
[Telemachus] [360] A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in
[Telemachus] [362] I sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords. Her door
[Telemachus] [370] gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. A birdcage hung in the sunny
[Telemachus] [371] window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce sing in the
[Telemachus] [372] pantomime of TURKO THE TERRIBLE and laughed with others when he sang:
[Telemachus] [375] I AM THE BOY
[Telemachus] [386] Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset his
[Telemachus] [387] brooding brain. Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had
[Telemachus] [388] approached the sacrament. A cored apple, filled with brown sugar,
[Telemachus] [389] roasting for her at the hob on a dark autumn evening. Her shapely
[Telemachus] [390] fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children's
[Telemachus] [398] alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured
[Telemachus] [409] Buck Mulligan's voice sang from within the tower. It came nearer up the
[Telemachus] [411] heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly words.
[Telemachus] [428] --The school kip? Buck Mulligan said. How much? Four quid? Lend us one.
[Telemachus] [433] glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent sovereigns.
[Telemachus] [435] He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of
[Telemachus] [447] Warm sunshine merrying over the sea. The nickel shavingbowl shone,
[Telemachus] [448] forgotten, on the parapet. Why should I bring it down? Or leave it there
[Telemachus] [452] smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck. So
[Telemachus] [453] I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and yet
[Telemachus] [454] the same. A servant too. A server of a servant.
[Telemachus] [456] In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan's gowned form
[Telemachus] [457] moved briskly to and fro about the hearth, hiding and revealing its
[Telemachus] [458] yellow glow. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor
[Telemachus] [459] from the high barbacans: and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of
[Telemachus] [464] Stephen laid the shavingbowl on the locker. A tall figure rose from the
[Telemachus] [465] hammock where it had been sitting, went to the doorway and pulled open
[Telemachus] [466] the inner doors.
[Telemachus] [468] --Have you the key? a voice asked.
[Telemachus] [472] He howled, without looking up from the fire:
[Telemachus] [476] --It's in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.
[Telemachus] [478] The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been set
[Telemachus] [479] ajar, welcome light and bright air entered. Haines stood at the doorway,
[Telemachus] [480] looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and sat down
[Telemachus] [481] to wait. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside him. Then he
[Telemachus] [482] carried the dish and a large teapot over to the table, set them down
[Telemachus] [485] --I'm melting, he said, as the candle remarked when ... But, hush! Not a
[Telemachus] [487] come in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts.
[Telemachus] [488] Where's the sugar? O, jay, there's no milk.
[Telemachus] [490] Stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler from
[Telemachus] [491] the locker. Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.
[Telemachus] [495] --We can drink it black, Stephen said thirstily. There's a lemon in the
[Telemachus] [501] Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly:
[Telemachus] [503] --That woman is coming up with the milk.
[Telemachus] [505] --The blessings of God on you! Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from his
[Telemachus] [506] chair. Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in the bag. Here, I
[Telemachus] [507] can't go fumbling at the damned eggs.
[Telemachus] [509] He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three plates,
[Telemachus] [514] Haines sat down to pour out the tea.
[Telemachus] [519] Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old woman's
[Telemachus] [530] YOU DON'T MAKE THEM IN THE ONE POT.
[Telemachus] [536] of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of
[Telemachus] [537] Dundrum. Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.
[Telemachus] [543] in the Mabinogion or is it in the Upanishads?
[Telemachus] [547] --Do you now? Buck Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasons, pray?
[Telemachus] [549] --I fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the
[Telemachus] [558] rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf:
[Telemachus] [568] The doorway was darkened by an entering form.
[Telemachus] [570] --The milk, sir!
[Telemachus] [572] --Come in, ma'am, Mulligan said. Kinch, get the jug.
[Telemachus] [580] Stephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker.
[Telemachus] [582] --The islanders, Mulligan said to Haines casually, speak frequently of
[Telemachus] [583] the collector of prepuces.
[Telemachus] [585] --How much, sir? asked the old woman.
[Telemachus] [589] He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white
[Telemachus] [592] messenger. She praised the goodness of the milk, pouring it out.
[Telemachus] [593] Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her
[Telemachus] [594] toadstool, her wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs. They lowed
[Telemachus] [595] about her whom they knew, dewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine and poor old
[Telemachus] [598] cuckquean, a messenger from the secret morning. To serve or to upbraid,
[Telemachus] [608] loudly, we wouldn't have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten
[Telemachus] [609] guts. Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with
[Telemachus] [612] --Are you a medical student, sir? the old woman asked.
[Telemachus] [620] slights. To the voice that will shrive and oil for the grave all there is
[Telemachus] [622] likeness, the serpent's prey. And to the loud voice that now bids her be
[Telemachus] [627] --Is it French you are talking, sir? the old woman said to Haines.
[Telemachus] [633] --I thought it was Irish, she said, by the sound of it. Are you from the
[Telemachus] [641] --Sure we ought to, the old woman said, and I'm ashamed I don't speak the
[Telemachus] [647] --No, thank you, sir, the old woman said, slipping the ring of the
[Telemachus] [654] Stephen filled again the three cups.
[Telemachus] [667] Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick
[Telemachus] [673] He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying:
[Telemachus] [677] Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.
[Telemachus] [681] --Time enough, sir, she said, taking the coin. Time enough. Good morning,
[Telemachus] [694] us back some money. Today the bards must drink and junket. Ireland
[Telemachus] [704] --Is this the day for your monthly wash, Kinch?
[Telemachus] [708] --The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month.
[Telemachus] [710] --All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he let honey
[Telemachus] [711] trickle over a slice of the loaf.
[Telemachus] [713] Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the
[Telemachus] [721] --That one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol
[Telemachus] [724] Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table and said with warmth
[Telemachus] [734] Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of the
[Telemachus] [739] He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen and
[Telemachus] [744] --Well? Stephen said. The problem is to get money. From whom? From the
[Telemachus] [758] --To tell you the God's truth I think you're right. Damn all else they
[Telemachus] [760] us get out of the kip.
[Telemachus] [767] He emptied his pockets on to the table.
[Telemachus] [774] we'll simply have to dress the character. I want puce gloves and green
[Telemachus] [781] Stephen picked it up and put it on. Haines called to them from the
[Telemachus] [786] --I'm ready, Buck Mulligan answered, going towards the door. Come out,
[Telemachus] [793] and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to the slow iron door and
[Telemachus] [794] locked it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket.
[Telemachus] [796] At the foot of the ladder Buck Mulligan asked:
[Telemachus] [798] --Did you bring the key?
[Telemachus] [803] bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.
[Telemachus] [813] --To the secretary of state for war, Stephen added over his shoulder.
[Telemachus] [815] They halted while Haines surveyed the tower and said at last:
[Telemachus] [819] --Billy Pitt had them built, Buck Mulligan said, when the French were on
[Telemachus] [820] the sea. But ours is the OMPHALOS.
[Telemachus] [825] and the fifty-five reasons he has made out to prop it up. Wait till I have
[Telemachus] [828] He turned to Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his
[Telemachus] [839] Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own
[Telemachus] [847] --O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!
[Telemachus] [849] --We're always tired in the morning, Stephen said to Haines. And it is
[Telemachus] [854] --The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said.
[Telemachus] [858] HIS BASE INTO THE SEA, ISN'T IT?
[Telemachus] [861] speak. In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in cheap
[Telemachus] [866] Eyes, pale as the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent.
[Telemachus] [867] The seas' ruler, he gazed southward over the bay, empty save for the
[Telemachus] [868] smokeplume of the mailboat vague on the bright skyline and a sail tacking
[Telemachus] [869] by the Muglins.
[Telemachus] [872] The Father and the Son idea. The Son striving to be atoned with the
[Telemachus] [878] doll's head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and began
[Telemachus] [898] to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like fins or
[Telemachus] [899] wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted:
[Telemachus] [908] He capered before them down towards the forty-foot hole, fluttering his
[Telemachus] [909] winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury's hat quivering in the fresh wind
[Telemachus] [916] believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of
[Telemachus] [917] it somehow, doesn't it? What did he call it? Joseph the Joiner?
[Telemachus] [919] --The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered.
[Telemachus] [925] --You're not a believer, are you? Haines asked. I mean, a believer in the
[Telemachus] [926] narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a
[Telemachus] [929] --There's only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said.
[Telemachus] [936] Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his
[Telemachus] [938] it open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk
[Telemachus] [939] towards Stephen in the shell of his hands.
[Telemachus] [949] Its ferrule followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels. My
[Telemachus] [951] the path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark. He wants
[Telemachus] [952] that key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt bread. Give him
[Telemachus] [953] the key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes.
[Telemachus] [957] Stephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him was not
[Telemachus] [973] --The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and
[Telemachus] [974] the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church.
[Telemachus] [982] The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph of
[Telemachus] [984] the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts,
[Telemachus] [985] a chemistry of stars. Symbol of the apostles in the mass for pope
[Telemachus] [986] Marcellus, the voices blended, singing alone loud in affirmation: and
[Telemachus] [987] behind their chant the vigilant angel of the church militant disarmed and
[Telemachus] [989] Photius and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and Arius,
[Telemachus] [990] warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the Son with the
[Telemachus] [991] Father, and Valentine, spurning Christ's terrene body, and the subtle
[Telemachus] [992] African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the Father was Himself His own
[Telemachus] [993] Son. Words Mulligan had spoken a moment since in mockery to the stranger.
[Telemachus] [994] Idle mockery. The void awaits surely all them that weave the wind: a
[Telemachus] [995] menace, a disarming and a worsting from those embattled angels of the
[Telemachus] [996] church, Michael's host, who defend her ever in the hour of conflict with
[Telemachus] [1002] don't want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews either.
[Telemachus] [1005] Two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman, boatman.
[Telemachus] [1009] The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.
[Telemachus] [1012] when the tide comes in about one. It's nine days today.
[Telemachus] [1014] The man that was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay waiting for
[Telemachus] [1015] a swollen bundle to bob up, roll over to the sun a puffy face, saltwhite.
[Telemachus] [1018] They followed the winding path down to the creek. Buck Mulligan stood on
[Telemachus] [1021] green legs in the deep jelly of the water.
[Telemachus] [1023] --Is the brother with you, Malachi?
[Telemachus] [1025] --Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons.
[Telemachus] [1033] the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones, water
[Telemachus] [1042] --Seymour's back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur of
[Telemachus] [1043] rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.
[Telemachus] [1051] --Spooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with
[Telemachus] [1054] --Is she up the pole?
[Telemachus] [1067] --My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I'm the UBERMENSCH. Toothless Kinch
[Telemachus] [1068] and I, the supermen.
[Telemachus] [1075] --Yes. Make room in the bed.
[Telemachus] [1077] The young man shoved himself backward through the water and reached the
[Telemachus] [1078] middle of the creek in two long clean strokes. Haines sat down on a
[Telemachus] [1091] Stephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped
[Telemachus] [1096] Stephen threw two pennies on the soft heap. Dressing, undressing. Buck
[Telemachus] [1099] --He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake
[Telemachus] [1104] --We'll see you again, Haines said, turning as Stephen walked up the path
[Telemachus] [1109] --The Ship, Buck Mulligan cried. Half twelve.
[Telemachus] [1113] He walked along the upwardcurving path.
[Telemachus] [1121] The priest's grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. I will
[Telemachus] [1124] A voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to him from the sea. Turning
[Telemachus] [1125] the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head, a
[Telemachus] [1126] seal's, far out on the water, round.
[Nestor] [1144] The boy's blank face asked the blank window.
[Nestor] [1146] Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as
[Nestor] [1148] excess. I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling
[Nestor] [1151] --I forget the place, sir. 279 B. C.
[Nestor] [1153] --Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the gorescarred
[Nestor] [1158] That phrase the world had remembered. A dull ease of the mind. From a
[Nestor] [1162] --You, Armstrong, Stephen said. What was the end of Pyrrhus?
[Nestor] [1172] the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy's breath. Welloff people, proud
[Nestor] [1173] that their eldest son was in the navy. Vico road, Dalkey.
[Nestor] [1179] loudly, aware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas pay.
[Nestor] [1181] --Tell me now, Stephen said, poking the boy's shoulder with the book,
[Nestor] [1184] --A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of a
[Nestor] [1187] Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back bench
[Nestor] [1191] in the struggle.
[Nestor] [1195] The words troubled their gaze.
[Nestor] [1200] drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A
[Nestor] [1201] jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a
[Nestor] [1203] for the smooth caress. For them too history was a tale like any other too
[Nestor] [1208] them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite
[Nestor] [1211] Weave, weaver of the wind.
[Nestor] [1223] --And the story, sir?
[Nestor] [1227] A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of
[Nestor] [1228] his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text:
[Nestor] [1236] It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible.
[Nestor] [1237] Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated
[Nestor] [1238] out into the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he
[Nestor] [1239] had read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night. By his elbow a
[Nestor] [1242] my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of
[Nestor] [1243] brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of
[Nestor] [1244] thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the
[Nestor] [1245] soul is the form of forms. Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent: form of
[Nestor] [1252] THROUGH THE DEAR MIGHT ...
[Nestor] [1259] His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again,
[Nestor] [1260] having just remembered. Of him that walked the waves. Here also over
[Nestor] [1261] these craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer's heart and lips
[Nestor] [1262] and on mine. It lies upon their eager faces who offered him a coin of the
[Nestor] [1264] from dark eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church's
[Nestor] [1292] --This is the riddle, Stephen said:
[Nestor] [1295] THE COCK CREW,
[Nestor] [1296] THE SKY WAS BLUE:
[Nestor] [1297] THE BELLS IN HEAVEN
[Nestor] [1309] Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence
[Nestor] [1316] --The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.
[Nestor] [1321] A stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called:
[Nestor] [1326] Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks
[Nestor] [1335] He held out his copybook. The word SUMS was written on the
[Nestor] [1336] headline. Beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature
[Nestor] [1342] Stephen touched the edges of the book. Futility.
[Nestor] [1347] copy them off the board, sir.
[Nestor] [1355] But for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot, a
[Nestor] [1357] her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in life? His mother's
[Nestor] [1358] prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. She was no
[Nestor] [1359] more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire, an odour of
[Nestor] [1363] with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth, listened, scraped up the
[Nestor] [1366] Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by
[Nestor] [1368] askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the
[Nestor] [1369] lumberroom: the hollow knock of a ball and calls from the field.
[Nestor] [1371] Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery
[Nestor] [1373] traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the Moors. Gone too from
[Nestor] [1374] the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and
[Nestor] [1375] movement, flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the
[Nestor] [1379] --Do you understand now? Can you work the second for yourself?
[Nestor] [1383] In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. Waiting always for a
[Nestor] [1384] word of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a faint hue
[Nestor] [1392] sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their
[Nestor] [1395] The sum was done.
[Nestor] [1401] He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
[Nestor] [1404] --You had better get your stick and go out to the others, Stephen said as
[Nestor] [1405] he followed towards the door the boy's graceless form.
[Nestor] [1409] In the corridor his name was heard, called from the playfield.
[Nestor] [1415] He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the
[Nestor] [1418] When he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to
[Nestor] [1423] --Cochrane and Halliday are on the same side, sir, Stephen said.
[Nestor] [1428] And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice
[Nestor] [1431] --What is the matter? What is it now?
[Nestor] [1434] closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed
[Nestor] [1437] Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded
[Nestor] [1438] leather of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here. As
[Nestor] [1439] it was in the beginning, is now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart
[Nestor] [1441] spooncase of purple plush, faded, the twelve apostles having preached to
[Nestor] [1442] all the gentiles: world without end.
[Nestor] [1444] A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his
[Nestor] [1445] rare moustache Mr Deasy halted at the table.
[Nestor] [1451] them carefully on the table.
[Nestor] [1455] And now his strongroom for the gold. Stephen's embarrassed hand
[Nestor] [1456] moved over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar: whelks and money
[Nestor] [1458] this, the scallop of saint James. An old pilgrim's hoard, dead treasure,
[Nestor] [1461] A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the soft pile of the tablecloth.
[Nestor] [1471] --Thank you, sir, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy
[Nestor] [1476] Stephen's hand, free again, went back to the hollow shells. Symbols
[Nestor] [1488] The same room and hour, the same wisdom: and I the same. Three
[Nestor] [1499] He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man's stare.
[Nestor] [1502] but an Englishman too. Do you know what is the pride of the English? Do
[Nestor] [1503] you know what is the proudest word you will ever hear from an
[Nestor] [1506] The seas' ruler. His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay: it seems
[Nestor] [1509] --That on his empire, Stephen said, the sun never sets.
[Nestor] [1526] weeks' board. The lump I have is useless.
[Nestor] [1528] --For the moment, no, Stephen answered.
[Nestor] [1537] Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the mantelpiece at
[Nestor] [1538] the shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs: Albert Edward, prince of
[Nestor] [1542] saw three generations since O'Connell's time. I remember the famine
[Nestor] [1543] in '46. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the
[Nestor] [1544] union twenty years before O'Connell did or before the prelates of your
[Nestor] [1547] Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in
[Nestor] [1548] Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarse, masked and
[Nestor] [1549] armed, the planters' covenant. The black north and true blue bible.
[Nestor] [1554] --I have rebel blood in me too, Mr Deasy said. On the spindle side. But I
[Nestor] [1555] am descended from sir John Blackwood who voted for the union. We are all
[Nestor] [1561] and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do so.
[Nestor] [1564] LAL THE RAL THE RA
[Nestor] [1570] on to Dublin. Lal the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy.
[Nestor] [1573] with some of your literary friends. I have a letter here for the press.
[Nestor] [1574] Sit down a moment. I have just to copy the end.
[Nestor] [1576] He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and
[Nestor] [1577] read off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter.
[Nestor] [1579] --Sit down. Excuse me, he said over his shoulder, THE DICTATES OF COMMON
[Nestor] [1582] He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his
[Nestor] [1583] elbow and, muttering, began to prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard
[Nestor] [1584] slowly, sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.
[Nestor] [1586] Stephen seated himself noiselessly before the princely presence.
[Nestor] [1587] Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their
[Nestor] [1588] meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulse, the duke of
[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] [1597] the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and
[Nestor] [1598] reek of the canteen, over the motley slush. Fair Rebel! Fair Rebel! Even
[Nestor] [1599] money the favourite: ten to one the field. Dicers and thimbleriggers we
[Nestor] [1600] hurried by after the hoofs, the vying caps and jackets and past the
[Nestor] [1603] Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a whirring whistle.
[Nestor] [1606] medley, the joust of life. You mean that knockkneed mother's darling who
[Nestor] [1608] shock. Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the frozen deathspew of the
[Nestor] [1613] He came to the table, pinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up.
[Nestor] [1615] --I have put the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy said. It's about the
[Nestor] [1617] on the matter.
[Nestor] [1620] which so often in our history. Our cattle trade. The way of all our old
[Nestor] [1621] industries. Liverpool ring which jockeyed the Galway harbour scheme.
[Nestor] [1622] European conflagration. Grain supplies through the narrow waters of the
[Nestor] [1623] channel. The pluterperfect imperturbability of the department of
[Nestor] [1625] was no better than she should be. To come to the point at issue.
[Nestor] [1633] question. In every sense of the word take the bull by the horns. Thanking
[Nestor] [1634] you for the hospitality of your columns.
[Nestor] [1636] --I want that to be printed and read, Mr Deasy said. You will see at the
[Nestor] [1640] to come over here. I am trying to work up influence with the department.
[Nestor] [1644] He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke.
[Nestor] [1646] --Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the
[Nestor] [1647] jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are the
[Nestor] [1648] signs of a nation's decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation's
[Nestor] [1650] standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction.
[Nestor] [1663] His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in
[Nestor] [1669] --They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can see
[Nestor] [1670] the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the
[Nestor] [1673] On the steps of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting
[Nestor] [1675] uncouth about the temple, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk
[Nestor] [1677] slow eyes belied the words, the gestures eager and unoffending, but knew
[Nestor] [1678] the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain patience
[Nestor] [1679] to heap and hoard. Time surely would scatter all. A hoard heaped by the
[Nestor] [1681] wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their flesh.
[Nestor] [1687] He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell
[Nestor] [1692] From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: goal.
[Nestor] [1695] --The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human
[Nestor] [1696] history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.
[Nestor] [1698] Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
[Nestor] [1706] --A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
[Nestor] [1708] Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose
[Nestor] [1712] many sins. A woman brought sin into the world. For a woman who was no
[Nestor] [1713] better than she should be, Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten years
[Nestor] [1714] the Greeks made war on Troy. A faithless wife first brought the strangers
[Nestor] [1717] not the one sin. I am a struggler now at the end of my days. But I will
[Nestor] [1718] fight for the right till the end.
[Nestor] [1725] Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.
[Nestor] [1739] --Who knows? he said. To learn one must be humble. But life is the great
[Nestor] [1742] Stephen rustled the sheets again.
[Nestor] [1755] M.P. There is a meeting of the cattletraders' association today at the
[Nestor] [1756] City Arms hotel. I asked him to lay my letter before the meeting. You see
[Nestor] [1759] --THE EVENING TELEGRAPH ...
[Nestor] [1764] --Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket.
[Nestor] [1767] --Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I like
[Nestor] [1772] He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the
[Nestor] [1773] trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield.
[Nestor] [1774] The lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate:
[Nestor] [1776] me a new name: the bullockbefriending bard.
[Nestor] [1784] --Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate.
[Nestor] [1788] --I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the honour of
[Nestor] [1789] being the only country which never persecuted the jews. Do you know that?
[Nestor] [1792] He frowned sternly on the bright air.
[Nestor] [1800] lifted arms waving to the air.
[Nestor] [1803] stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That's why.
[Nestor] [1805] On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung
[Proteus] [1812] Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought
[Proteus] [1814] seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust:
[Proteus] [1815] coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he
[Proteus] [1818] DI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane,
[Proteus] [1824] very short space of time through very short times of space. Five, six: the
[Proteus] [1825] NACHEINANDER. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the
[Proteus] [1827] o'er his base, fell through the NEBENEINANDER ineluctably! I am getting on
[Proteus] [1828] nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with it: they do.
[Proteus] [1829] My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, NEBENEINANDER.
[Proteus] [1830] Sounds solid: made by the mallet of LOS DEMIURGOS. Am I walking into
[Proteus] [1836] MADELINE THE MARE?
[Proteus] [1840] marching. No, agallop: DELINE THE MARE.
[Proteus] [1843] open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. BASTA! I will see if I can
[Proteus] [1846] See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world
[Proteus] [1849] They came down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently,
[Proteus] [1850] FRAUENZIMMER: and down the shelving shore flabbily, their splayed feet
[Proteus] [1851] sinking in the silted sand. Like me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty
[Proteus] [1852] mother. Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the other's gamp
[Proteus] [1853] poked in the beach. From the liberties, out for the day. Mrs Florence
[Proteus] [1854] MacCabe, relict of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply lamented, of Bride
[Proteus] [1856] nothing. What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a trailing navelcord,
[Proteus] [1857] hushed in ruddy wool. The cords of all link back, strandentwining cable of
[Proteus] [1867] Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the
[Proteus] [1869] breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will. From before the
[Proteus] [1871] stays about Him. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son
[Proteus] [1873] his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality. Illstarred
[Proteus] [1879] waves. The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the steeds
[Proteus] [1882] I mustn't forget his letter for the press. And after? The Ship, half
[Proteus] [1883] twelve. By the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile.
[Proteus] [1892] us, Stephen, how is uncle Si? O, weeping God, the things I married into!
[Proteus] [1893] De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer and his brother,
[Proteus] [1894] the cornet player. Highly respectable gondoliers! And skeweyed Walter
[Proteus] [1898] I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage: and wait. They take
[Proteus] [1910] the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the
[Proteus] [1915] He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the
[Proteus] [1918] head: Wilde's REQUIESCAT. The drone of his misleading whistle brings
[Proteus] [1935] --Sit down or by the law Harry I'll knock you down.
[Proteus] [1943] here. The rich of a rasher fried with a herring? Sure? So much the better.
[Proteus] [1944] We have nothing in the house but backache pills.
[Proteus] [1948] He drones bars of Ferrando's ARIA DI SORTITA. The grandest number,
[Proteus] [1949] Stephen, in the whole opera. Listen.
[Proteus] [1951] His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the air,
[Proteus] [1956] Houses of decay, mine, his and all. You told the Clongowes gentry
[Proteus] [1957] you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of
[Proteus] [1958] them, Stephen. Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh's
[Proteus] [1959] library where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. For
[Proteus] [1960] whom? The hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close. A hater of his
[Proteus] [1961] kind ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the
[Proteus] [1962] moon, his eyeballs stars. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. The oval equine
[Proteus] [1966] head see him me clambering down to the footpace (DESCENDE!), clutching a
[Proteus] [1968] and echo, assisting about the altar's horns, the snorted Latin of
[Proteus] [1970] with the fat of kidneys of wheat.
[Proteus] [1972] And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it.
[Proteus] [1976] invincible doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his
[Proteus] [1978] bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) and, rising, heard
[Proteus] [1982] awfully holy, weren't you? You prayed to the Blessed Virgin that you might
[Proteus] [1983] not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the
[Proteus] [1984] fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the wet
[Proteus] [1986] squaw. More tell me, more still!! On the top of the Howth tram alone
[Proteus] [1987] crying to the rain: Naked women! NAKED WOMEN! What about that, eh?
[Proteus] [1992] young. You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause
[Proteus] [1993] earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! Hray! No-one
[Proteus] [1997] deep, copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the
[Proteus] [2003] The grainy sand had gone from under his feet. His boots trod again a
[Proteus] [2004] damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the
[Proteus] [2005] unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada.
[Proteus] [2009] stogged to its waist, in the cakey sand dough. A sentinel: isle of
[Proteus] [2010] dreadful thirst. Broken hoops on the shore; at the land a maze of dark
[Proteus] [2011] cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the higher beach
[Proteus] [2015] He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara's. Am I not going
[Proteus] [2016] there? Seems not. No-one about. He turned northeast and crossed the
[Proteus] [2017] firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse.
[Proteus] [2023] Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar
[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] [2026] Lap, LAPIN. He hopes to win in the GROS LOTS. About the nature of women he
[Proteus] [2039] My Latin quarter hat. God, we simply must dress the character. I
[Proteus] [2040] want puce gloves. You were a student, weren't you? Of what in the other
[Proteus] [2043] Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Just say in the most natural tone:
[Proteus] [2046] Justice. On the night of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was
[Proteus] [2051] dispossessed. With mother's money order, eight shillings, the banging door
[Proteus] [2052] of the post office slammed in your face by the usher. Hunger toothache.
[Proteus] [2062] broken English as you dragged your valise, porter threepence, across the
[Proteus] [2069] The aunt thinks you killed your mother. That's why she won't.
[Proteus] [2078] His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows,
[Proteus] [2079] along by the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled
[Proteus] [2080] stone mammoth skulls. Gold light on sea, on sand, on boulders. The sun is
[Proteus] [2081] there, the slender trees, the lemon houses.
[Proteus] [2084] farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court the air.
[Proteus] [2085] Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife's lover's wife, the kerchiefed
[Proteus] [2088] CHAUSSONS of pastry, their mouths yellowed with the PUS of FLAN BRETON.
[Proteus] [2095] SETIER! A jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron. She serves me at
[Proteus] [2100] postprandial. Well: SLAINTE! Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined
[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] [2108] Victoria? Old hag with the yellow teeth. VIEILLE OGRESSE with the DENTS
[Proteus] [2110] Faure, know how he died? Licentious men. The froeken, BONNE A TOUT FAIRE,
[Proteus] [2111] who rubs male nakedness in the bath at Upsala. MOI FAIRE, she said, TOUS
[Proteus] [2117] The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Loose
[Proteus] [2119] facebones under his peep of day boy's hat. How the head centre got away,
[Proteus] [2121] drove out the road to Malahide. Did, faith. Of lost leaders, the betrayed,
[Proteus] [2126] he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the walls
[Proteus] [2128] in the fog. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. In gay Paree he hides,
[Proteus] [2129] Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Making his day's stations, the
[Proteus] [2130] dingy printingcase, his three taverns, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short
[Proteus] [2131] night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the
[Proteus] [2136] job one time. MON FILS, soldier of France. I taught him to sing THE BOYS
[Proteus] [2138] that. Old Kilkenny: saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the Nore. Goes
[Proteus] [2139] like this. O, O. He takes me, Napper Tandy, by the hand.
[Proteus] [2142] O, O THE BOYS OF
[Proteus] [2149] He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his
[Proteus] [2150] boots. The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air
[Proteus] [2151] of seeds of brightness. Here, I am not walking out to the Kish lightship,
[Proteus] [2152] am I? He stood suddenly, his feet beginning to sink slowly in the quaking
[Proteus] [2155] Turning, he scanned the shore south, his feet sinking again slowly in
[Proteus] [2156] new sockets. The cold domed room of the tower waits. Through the
[Proteus] [2157] barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are
[Proteus] [2158] sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep
[Proteus] [2159] blue night. In the darkness of the dome they wait, their pushedback
[Proteus] [2161] clear it? He has the key. I will not sleep there when this night comes.
[Proteus] [2162] A shut door of a silent tower, entombing their--blind bodies, the
[Proteus] [2164] the suck and turned back by the mole of boulders. Take all, keep all. My
[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] [2169] The flood is following me. I can watch it flow past from here. Get
[Proteus] [2170] back then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there. He climbed over the
[Proteus] [2174] A bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Before him the
[Proteus] [2177] here. And these, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a warren of weasel rats.
[Proteus] [2178] Hide gold there. Try it. You have some. Sands and stones. Heavy of the
[Proteus] [2179] past. Sir Lout's toys. Mind you don't get one bang on the ear. I'm the
[Proteus] [2183] A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the sweep of sand.
[Proteus] [2186] away, walking shoreward across from the crested tide, figures, two. The
[Proteus] [2187] two maries. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes. Peekaboo. I see
[Proteus] [2188] you. No, the dog. He is running back to them. Who?
[Proteus] [2190] Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their
[Proteus] [2192] of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of
[Proteus] [2194] hobbling in the shallows. Then from the starving cagework city a horde of
[Proteus] [2197] blood is in me, their lusts my waves. I moved among them on the frozen
[Proteus] [2198] Liffey, that I, a changeling, among the spluttering resin fires. I spoke
[Proteus] [2201] The dog's bark ran towards him, stopped, ran back. Dog of my
[Proteus] [2204] pining, the bark of their applause? Pretenders: live their lives. The
[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] [2214] They are waiting for him now. The truth, spit it out. I would want to.
[Proteus] [2216] face into it in the basin at Clongowes. Can't see! Who's behind me? Out
[Proteus] [2217] quickly, quickly! Do you see the tide flowing quickly in on all sides,
[Proteus] [2218] sheeting the lows of sand quickly, shellcocoacoloured? If I had land under
[Proteus] [2227] off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a
[Proteus] [2228] lowskimming gull. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He
[Proteus] [2230] tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. At the lacefringe of the tide
[Proteus] [2232] barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. They serpented towards his
[Proteus] [2236] Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping,
[Proteus] [2237] soused their bags and, lifting them again, waded out. The dog yelped
[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] [2245] the ground, moves to one great goal. Ah, poor dogsbody! Here lies poor
[Proteus] [2250] The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless
[Proteus] [2252] slunk back in a curve. Doesn't see me. Along by the edge of the mole he
[Proteus] [2255] quick short at an unsmelt rock. The simple pleasures of the poor. His
[Proteus] [2256] hindpaws then scattered the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved.
[Proteus] [2257] Something he buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the sand,
[Proteus] [2258] dabbling, delving and stopped to listen to the air, scraped up the sand
[Proteus] [2260] spousebreach, vulturing the dead.
[Proteus] [2264] it. That man led me, spoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had he held
[Proteus] [2265] against my face. Smiled: creamfruit smell. That was the rule, said. In.
[Proteus] [2268] Shouldering their bags they trudged, the red Egyptians. His blued
[Proteus] [2269] feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick
[Proteus] [2270] muffler strangling his unshaven neck. With woman steps she followed: the
[Proteus] [2278] night: the tanyard smells.
[Proteus] [2295] am not. Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun's flaming
[Proteus] [2296] sword, to the west, trekking to evening lands. She trudges, schlepps,
[Proteus] [2299] a winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon. In sleep the wet sign
[Proteus] [2302] storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth to her mouth's
[Proteus] [2312] wayawayawayawayaway. Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy's
[Proteus] [2313] letter. Here. Thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off.
[Proteus] [2314] Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and
[Proteus] [2315] scribbled words. That's twice I forgot to take slips from the library
[Proteus] [2318] His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till
[Proteus] [2319] the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness
[Proteus] [2320] shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there with
[Proteus] [2326] to someone in your flutiest voice. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil
[Proteus] [2327] of the temple out of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems
[Proteus] [2330] see now! Falls back suddenly, frozen in stereoscope. Click does the trick.
[Proteus] [2333] a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more.
[Proteus] [2335] She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the blue
[Proteus] [2336] hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality
[Proteus] [2337] of the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she? The virgin
[Proteus] [2338] at Hodges Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet
[Proteus] [2340] the braided jesse of her sunshade. She lives in Leeson park with
[Proteus] [2350] He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the
[Proteus] [2353] ET VIDIT DEUS. ET ERANT VALDE BONA. Alo! BONJOUR. Welcome as the flowers
[Proteus] [2354] in May. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the
[Proteus] [2355] southing sun. I am caught in this burning scene. Pan's hour, the faunal
[Proteus] [2356] noon. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where on the
[Proteus] [2362] NEBENEINANDER. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's
[Proteus] [2363] foot had nested warm. The foot that beat the ground in tripudium, foot I
[Proteus] [2367] now will leave me. And the blame? As I am. As I am. All or not at all.
[Proteus] [2369] In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering
[Proteus] [2371] away. I shall wait. No, they will pass on, passing, chafing against the
[Proteus] [2378] Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly
[Proteus] [2383] awaiting the fullness of their times, DIEBUS AC NOCTIBUS INIURIAS PATIENS
[Proteus] [2385] wending back: loom of the moon. Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious
[Proteus] [2391] saltwhite from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward.
[Proteus] [2392] There he is. Hook it quick. Pull. Sunk though he be beneath the watery
[Proteus] [2396] spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly. God
[Proteus] [2399] offal from all dead. Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes upward the
[Proteus] [2400] stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun.
[Proteus] [2407] Thunderstorm. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect,
[Proteus] [2411] He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still.
[Proteus] [2413] By the way next when is it Tuesday will be the longest day. Of all the
[Proteus] [2414] glad new year, mother, the rum tum tiddledy tum. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman
[Proteus] [2415] poet. GIA. For the old hag with the yellow teeth. And Monsieur Drumont,
[Proteus] [2418] that money? That one. This. Toothless Kinch, the superman. Why is that, I
[Proteus] [2425] He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock,
[Proteus] [2426] carefully. For the rest let look who will.
[Proteus] [2431] the air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the
[Calypso] [2438] Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He
[Calypso] [2444] Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting
[Calypso] [2445] her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the
[Calypso] [2449] The coals were reddening.
[Calypso] [2452] her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the
[Calypso] [2453] hob and set it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat, its
[Calypso] [2454] spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry. The cat walked stiffly
[Calypso] [2455] round a leg of the table with tail on high.
[Calypso] [2459] --O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.
[Calypso] [2461] The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the
[Calypso] [2465] Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Clean to see:
[Calypso] [2466] the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail,
[Calypso] [2467] the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his knees.
[Calypso] [2469] --Milk for the pussens, he said.
[Calypso] [2471] --Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
[Calypso] [2478] --Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the
[Calypso] [2479] chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.
[Calypso] [2483] --Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly.
[Calypso] [2486] long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits
[Calypso] [2487] narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to the
[Calypso] [2488] dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him, poured
[Calypso] [2489] warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.
[Calypso] [2493] He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped
[Calypso] [2495] can't mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or
[Calypso] [2496] kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.
[Calypso] [2501] a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. She lapped
[Calypso] [2502] slower, then licking the saucer clean. Why are their tongues so rough? To
[Calypso] [2506] On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by
[Calypso] [2507] the bedroom door. She might like something tasty. Thin bread and butter
[Calypso] [2508] she likes in the morning. Still perhaps: once in a way.
[Calypso] [2510] He said softly in the bare hall:
[Calypso] [2512] --I'm going round the corner. Be back in a minute.
[Calypso] [2523] she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled. Must
[Calypso] [2524] get those settled really. Pity. All the way from Gibraltar. Forgotten any
[Calypso] [2526] Ah yes! of course. Bought it at the governor's auction. Got a short
[Calypso] [2528] was. I rose from the ranks, sir, and I'm proud of it. Still he had brains
[Calypso] [2531] His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and
[Calypso] [2533] pictures. Daresay lots of officers are in the swim too. Course they do.
[Calypso] [2534] The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high
[Calypso] [2535] grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip of
[Calypso] [2538] On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there. In
[Calypso] [2539] the trousers I left off. Must get it. Potato I have. Creaky wardrobe. No
[Calypso] [2540] use disturbing her. She turned over sleepily that time. He pulled the
[Calypso] [2541] halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped
[Calypso] [2542] gently over the threshold, a limp lid. Looked shut. All right till I come
[Calypso] [2545] He crossed to the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number
[Calypso] [2546] seventyfive. The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. Be a
[Calypso] [2548] conducts, reflects, (refracts is it?), the heat. But I couldn't go in
[Calypso] [2552] Makes you feel young. Somewhere in the east: early morning: set off at
[Calypso] [2553] dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep
[Calypso] [2558] shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled
[Calypso] [2559] pipe. Cries of sellers in the streets. Drink water scented with fennel,
[Calypso] [2561] him. Getting on to sundown. The shadows of the mosques among the pillars:
[Calypso] [2562] priest with a scroll rolled up. A shiver of the trees, signal, the
[Calypso] [2569] Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read: in the track
[Calypso] [2570] of the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiled, pleasing himself. What
[Calypso] [2571] Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the FREEMAN leader: a
[Calypso] [2572] homerule sun rising up in the northwest from the laneway behind the bank
[Calypso] [2574] rising up in the north-west.
[Calypso] [2576] He approached Larry O'Rourke's. From the cellar grating floated up the
[Calypso] [2577] flabby gush of porter. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out
[Calypso] [2578] whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Good house, however: just the end
[Calypso] [2579] of the city traffic. For instance M'Auley's down there: n. g. as
[Calypso] [2580] position. Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from
[Calypso] [2581] the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shot.
[Calypso] [2583] Baldhead over the blind. Cute old codger. No use canvassing him for an
[Calypso] [2585] bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching the
[Calypso] [2588] you? What's that, Mr O'Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians, they'd
[Calypso] [2589] only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the Japanese.
[Calypso] [2591] Stop and say a word: about the funeral perhaps. Sad thing about poor
[Calypso] [2594] Turning into Dorset street he said freshly in greeting through the
[Calypso] [2605] Where do they get the money? Coming up redheaded curates from the county
[Calypso] [2606] Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the cellar. Then, lo and behold,
[Calypso] [2607] they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Then thin of the
[Calypso] [2609] passing a pub. Save it they can't. Off the drunks perhaps. Put down three
[Calypso] [2611] the wholesale orders perhaps. Doing a double shuffle with the town
[Calypso] [2612] travellers. Square it you with the boss and we'll split the job, see?
[Calypso] [2614] How much would that tot to off the porter in the month? Say ten barrels
[Calypso] [2621] He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the hanks of sausages,
[Calypso] [2622] polonies, black and white. Fifteen multiplied by. The figures whitened in
[Calypso] [2623] his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. The shiny links, packed
[Calypso] [2624] with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm
[Calypso] [2627] A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish: the last. He stood
[Calypso] [2628] by the nextdoor girl at the counter. Would she buy it too, calling the
[Calypso] [2632] allowed. Strong pair of arms. Whacking a carpet on the clothesline. She
[Calypso] [2633] does whack it, by George. The way her crooked skirt swings at each whack.
[Calypso] [2635] The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with
[Calypso] [2638] He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets: the model farm at
[Calypso] [2639] Kinnereth on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Can become ideal winter
[Calypso] [2641] blurred cattle cropping. He held the page from him: interesting: read it
[Calypso] [2642] nearer, the title, the blurred cropping cattle, the page rustling. A
[Calypso] [2643] young white heifer. Those mornings in the cattlemarket, the beasts lowing
[Calypso] [2644] in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in
[Calypso] [2645] hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on a
[Calypso] [2647] hands. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his
[Calypso] [2648] will, his soft subject gaze at rest. The crooked skirt swinging, whack by
[Calypso] [2651] The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pile, wrapped up her prime
[Calypso] [2662] slowly, behind her moving hams. Pleasant to see first thing in the
[Calypso] [2663] morning. Hurry up, damn it. Make hay while the sun shines. She stood
[Calypso] [2664] outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right. He sighed
[Calypso] [2666] too. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. The sting of
[Calypso] [2669] Prime sausage. O please, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the wood.
[Calypso] [2673] His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket.
[Calypso] [2675] the rubber prickles. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc
[Calypso] [2676] by disc, into the till.
[Calypso] [2695] irrigation. Every year you get a sending of the crop. Your name entered
[Calypso] [2696] for life as owner in the book of the union. Can pay ten down and the
[Calypso] [2701] He looked at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Silverpowdered
[Calypso] [2704] the taste of them now. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. Citrons
[Calypso] [2706] with the old cither. Pleasant evenings we had then. Molly in Citron's
[Calypso] [2707] basketchair. Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the hand, lift it to
[Calypso] [2708] the nostrils and smell the perfume. Like that, heavy, sweet, wild
[Calypso] [2709] perfume. Always the same, year after year. They fetched high prices too,
[Calypso] [2712] Mediterranean, the Levant. Crates lined up on the quayside at Jaffa, chap
[Calypso] [2716] captain's. Wonder if I'll meet him today. Watering cart. To provoke the
[Calypso] [2719] A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly. Grey. Far.
[Calypso] [2721] No, not like that. A barren land, bare waste. Vulcanic lake, the dead
[Calypso] [2722] sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the earth. No wind could lift those
[Calypso] [2724] raining down: the cities of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. All dead
[Calypso] [2725] names. A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old. Old now. It bore the
[Calypso] [2726] oldest, the first race. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a
[Calypso] [2727] naggin bottle by the neck. The oldest people. Wandered far away over all
[Calypso] [2728] the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born
[Calypso] [2730] woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.
[Calypso] [2734] Grey horror seared his flesh. Folding the page into his pocket he turned
[Calypso] [2738] the bed. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises. On the hands down.
[Calypso] [2742] the gentle smoke of tea, fume of the pan, sizzling butter. Be near her
[Calypso] [2746] sandals, along the brightening footpath. Runs, she runs to meet me, a
[Calypso] [2747] girl with gold hair on the wind.
[Calypso] [2749] Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered
[Calypso] [2755] Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm
[Calypso] [2758] --Who are the letters for?
[Calypso] [2765] He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her
[Calypso] [2768] --Do you want the blind up?
[Calypso] [2770] Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her
[Calypso] [2771] glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow.
[Calypso] [2775] She was reading the card, propped on her elbow.
[Calypso] [2777] --She got the things, she said.
[Calypso] [2779] He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly
[Calypso] [2784] --The kettle is boiling, he said.
[Calypso] [2786] But he delayed to clear the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled
[Calypso] [2787] linen: and lifted all in an armful on to the foot of the bed.
[Calypso] [2789] As he went down the kitchen stairs she called:
[Calypso] [2795] --Scald the teapot.
[Calypso] [2797] On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. He scalded and
[Calypso] [2798] rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the
[Calypso] [2799] kettle then to let the water flow in. Having set it to draw he took off
[Calypso] [2800] the kettle, crushed the pan flat on the live coals and watched the lump
[Calypso] [2801] of butter slide and melt. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed
[Calypso] [2803] won't eat pork. Kosher. Here. He let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her
[Calypso] [2804] and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. Pepper. He
[Calypso] [2805] sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the chipped eggcup.
[Calypso] [2807] Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page and over. Thanks:
[Calypso] [2811] The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown
[Calypso] [2814] wait: four. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Putting pieces of
[Calypso] [2815] folded brown paper in the letterbox for her. He smiled, pouring.
[Calypso] [2825] old chap. Oldfashioned way he used to bow Molly off the platform. And the
[Calypso] [2826] little mirror in his silk hat. The night Milly brought it into the
[Calypso] [2830] He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the
[Calypso] [2831] teapot on the tray. Its hump bumped as he took it up. Everything on it?
[Calypso] [2833] upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.
[Calypso] [2835] Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on
[Calypso] [2836] the chair by the bedhead.
[Calypso] [2840] She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on
[Calypso] [2841] the pillow. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft
[Calypso] [2842] bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. The warmth of
[Calypso] [2843] her couched body rose on the air, mingling with the fragrance of the tea
[Calypso] [2846] A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In the act
[Calypso] [2847] of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread.
[Calypso] [2849] --Who was the letter from? he asked.
[Calypso] [2853] --O, Boylan, she said. He's bringing the programme.
[Calypso] [2862] --Would you like the window open a little?
[Calypso] [2866] --What time is the funeral?
[Calypso] [2868] --Eleven, I think, he answered. I didn't see the paper.
[Calypso] [2870] Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled
[Calypso] [2871] drawers from the bed. No? Then, a twisted grey garter looped round a
[Calypso] [2881] that right: VOGLIO. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and
[Calypso] [2882] lifted the valance. The book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the
[Calypso] [2889] wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanket, began to search the text
[Calypso] [2890] with the hairpin till she reached the word.
[Calypso] [2902] --Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It's Greek: from the Greek. That
[Calypso] [2903] means the transmigration of souls.
[Calypso] [2907] He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. The same young eyes. The
[Calypso] [2908] first night after the charades. Dolphin's Barn. He turned over the
[Calypso] [2909] smudged pages. RUBY: THE PRIDE OF THE RING. Hello. Illustration. Fierce
[Calypso] [2910] Italian with carriagewhip. Must be Ruby pride of the on the floor naked.
[Calypso] [2913] Hengler's. Had to look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your neck and
[Calypso] [2920] --Yes, she said. There's nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the
[Calypso] [2921] first fellow all the time?
[Calypso] [2930] Kearney, my guarantor. Reincarnation: that's the word.
[Calypso] [2934] all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or some other
[Calypso] [2938] The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. Bette remind
[Calypso] [2939] her of the word: metempsychosis. An example would be better. An example?
[Calypso] [2941] The BATH OF THE NYMPH over the bed. Given away with the Easter number of
[Calypso] [2944] the frame. She said it would look nice over the bed. Naked nymphs:
[Calypso] [2945] Greece: and for instance all the people that lived then.
[Calypso] [2947] He turned the pages back.
[Calypso] [2949] --Metempsychosis, he said, is what the ancient Greeks called it. They
[Calypso] [2953] Her spoon ceased to stir up the sugar. She gazed straight before her,
[Calypso] [2956] --There's a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the fire?
[Calypso] [2958] --The kidney! he cried suddenly.
[Calypso] [2960] He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes
[Calypso] [2961] against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping
[Calypso] [2962] hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork's legs. Pungent smoke shot
[Calypso] [2963] up in an angry jet from a side of the pan. By prodding a prong of the
[Calypso] [2964] fork under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back.
[Calypso] [2965] Only a little burnt. He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the
[Calypso] [2968] Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He
[Calypso] [2969] shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat. Then he put a forkful
[Calypso] [2970] into his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat. Done
[Calypso] [2972] in the gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about some young
[Calypso] [2973] student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side, reading it
[Calypso] [2974] slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the gravy and
[Calypso] [2980] Thanks ever so much for the lovely birthday present. It suits me
[Calypso] [2981] splendid. Everyone says I am quite the belle in my new tam. I got mummy's
[Calypso] [2983] swimming in the photo business now. Mr Coghlan took one of me and Mrs.
[Calypso] [2985] the beef to the heels were in. We are going to lough Owel on Monday with
[Calypso] [2987] yourself a big kiss and thanks. I hear them at the piano downstairs.
[Calypso] [2988] There is to be a concert in the Greville Arms on Saturday. There is a
[Calypso] [2990] something are big swells and he sings Boylan's (I was on the pop of
[Calypso] [3001] Fifteen yesterday. Curious, fifteenth of the month too. Her first
[Calypso] [3002] birthday away from home. Separation. Remember the summer morning she was
[Calypso] [3004] woman. Lot of babies she must have helped into the world. She knew from
[Calypso] [3005] the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. Well, God is good, sir. She
[Calypso] [3008] His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. Excuse bad writing.
[Calypso] [3009] Hurry. Piano downstairs. Coming out of her shell. Row with her in the XL
[Calypso] [3010] Cafe about the bracelet. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look.
[Calypso] [3011] Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after
[Calypso] [3014] to wash down his meal. Then he read the letter again: twice.
[Calypso] [3018] of goods. Her slim legs running up the staircase. Destiny. Ripening now.
[Calypso] [3022] He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window. Day I caught her
[Calypso] [3023] in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a little. Was
[Calypso] [3024] given milk too long. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the Kish. Damned
[Calypso] [3025] old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky. Her pale blue scarf loose in the
[Calypso] [3034] jarvey off for the day, singing. Friend of the family. Swurls, he says.
[Calypso] [3042] Milly too. Young kisses: the first. Far away now past. Mrs Marion.
[Calypso] [3043] Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her hair, smiling,
[Calypso] [3048] too. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move now. Lips
[Calypso] [3052] the time. Might take a trip down there. August bank holiday, only two and
[Calypso] [3056] The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the meatstained paper,
[Calypso] [3057] nosed at it and stalked to the door. She looked back at him, mewing.
[Calypso] [3059] Has the fidgets. Electric. Thunder in the air. Was washing at her ear
[Calypso] [3060] with her back to the fire too.
[Calypso] [3063] undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him.
[Calypso] [3067] Heaviness: hot day coming. Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the
[Calypso] [3073] In the tabledrawer he found an old number of TITBITS. He folded it under
[Calypso] [3074] his armpit, went to the door and opened it. The cat went up in soft
[Calypso] [3075] bounds. Ah, wanted to go upstairs, curl up in a ball on the bed.
[Calypso] [3081] He went out through the backdoor into the garden: stood to listen towards
[Calypso] [3082] the next garden. No sound. Perhaps hanging clothes out to dry. The maid
[Calypso] [3083] was in the garden. Fine morning.
[Calypso] [3085] He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall. Make
[Calypso] [3087] the whole place over, scabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur. All soil
[Calypso] [3088] like that without dung. Household slops. Loam, what is this that is? The
[Calypso] [3089] hens in the next garden: their droppings are very good top dressing. Best
[Calypso] [3090] of all though are the cattle, especially when they are fed on those
[Calypso] [3092] cleans. Ashes too. Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in that corner
[Calypso] [3096] He walked on. Where is my hat, by the way? Must have put it back on the
[Calypso] [3097] peg. Or hanging up on the floor. Funny I don't remember that. Hallstand
[Calypso] [3098] too full. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Picking up the letters. Drago's
[Calypso] [3101] have I time for a bath this morning. Tara street. Chap in the paybox
[Calypso] [3107] He kicked open the crazy door of the jakes. Better be careful not to get
[Calypso] [3108] these trousers dirty for the funeral. He went in, bowing his head under
[Calypso] [3109] the low lintel. Leaving the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy limewash
[Calypso] [3111] through a chink up at the nextdoor windows. The king was in his
[Calypso] [3114] Asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over
[Calypso] [3117] Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. Payment at the rate of one guinea a
[Calypso] [3118] column has been made to the writer. Three and a half. Three pounds three.
[Calypso] [3121] Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding but
[Calypso] [3122] resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he
[Calypso] [3138] nether lip, hooking the placket of her skirt. Timing her. 9.l5. Did
[Calypso] [3141] speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot.
[Calypso] [3144] after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the
[Calypso] [3146] night hours. Washing her teeth. That was the first night. Her head
[Calypso] [3149] humming then. Allude to it. Strange kind of music that last night. The
[Calypso] [3156] Still, true to life also. Day: then the night.
[Calypso] [3158] He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Then
[Calypso] [3160] the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom into the
[Calypso] [3163] In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he eyed carefully his
[Calypso] [3164] black trousers: the ends, the knees, the houghs of the knees. What time
[Calypso] [3165] is the funeral? Better find out in the paper.
[Calypso] [3167] A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George's
[Calypso] [3168] church. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron.
[Calypso] [3176] Quarter to. There again: the overtone following through the air, a third.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3185] Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the postal telegraph office.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3186] Could have given that address too. And past the sailors' home. He turned
[Lotus-Eaters] [3187] from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime street.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3188] By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal
[Lotus-Eaters] [3193] hour: won't be many there. He crossed Townsend street, passed the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3195] Nichols' the undertaker. At eleven it is. Time enough. Daresay Corny
[Lotus-Eaters] [3196] Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. Singing with his eyes shut. Corny.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3197] Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a lark. Police tout. Her name
[Lotus-Eaters] [3202] In Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and Oriental
[Lotus-Eaters] [3203] Tea Company and read the legends of leadpapered packets: choice blend,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3208] Under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather
[Lotus-Eaters] [3210] into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3215] blend, made of the finest Ceylon brands. The far east. Lovely spot it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3216] must be: the garden of the world, big lazy leaves to float about on,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3218] that. Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the sun in DOLCE FAR NIENTE, not
[Lotus-Eaters] [3220] quarrel. Influence of the climate. Lethargy. Flowers of idleness. The air
[Lotus-Eaters] [3222] Waterlilies. Petals too tired to. Sleeping sickness in the air. Walk on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3223] roseleaves. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. Where was the chap I
[Lotus-Eaters] [3224] saw in that picture somewhere? Ah yes, in the dead sea floating on his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3226] thick with salt. Because the weight of the water, no, the weight of the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3227] body in the water is equal to the weight of the what? Or is it the volume
[Lotus-Eaters] [3228] is equal to the weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High
[Lotus-Eaters] [3229] school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college curriculum.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3230] Cracking curriculum. What is weight really when you say the weight?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3232] per second. They all fall to the ground. The earth. It's the force of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3233] gravity of the earth is the weight.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3235] He turned away and sauntered across the road. How did she walk with her
[Lotus-Eaters] [3236] sausages? Like that something. As he walked he took the folded FREEMAN
[Lotus-Eaters] [3240] it means. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3241] the postoffice. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3243] He handed the card through the brass grill.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3247] While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the recruiting
[Lotus-Eaters] [3248] poster with soldiers of all arms on parade: and held the tip of his baton
[Lotus-Eaters] [3252] The postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3253] letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3262] reviewing again the soldiers on parade. Where's old Tweedy's regiment?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3265] Too showy. That must be why the women go after them. Uniform. Easier to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3268] the same tack now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or
[Lotus-Eaters] [3270] Mark time. Table: able. Bed: ed. The King's own. Never see him dressed up
[Lotus-Eaters] [3273] He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right. Talk: as if
[Lotus-Eaters] [3275] felt its way under the flap of the envelope, ripping it open in jerks.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3276] Women will pay a lot of heed, I don't think. His fingers drew forth the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3277] letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something
[Lotus-Eaters] [3287] --How's the body?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3293] His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3297] --O, no, Mr Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3310] Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door
[Lotus-Eaters] [3311] of the Grosvenor. The porter hoisted the valise up on the well. She stood
[Lotus-Eaters] [3312] still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her, searched his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3315] hands in those patch pockets. Like that haughty creature at the polo
[Lotus-Eaters] [3316] match. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. Handsome is and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3317] handsome does. Reserved about to yield. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is
[Lotus-Eaters] [3318] an honourable man. Possess her once take the starch out of her.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3325] his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3333] Off to the country: Broadstone probably. High brown boots with laces
[Lotus-Eaters] [3344] He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3349] it. I was with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3356] the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment. Girl in Eustace
[Lotus-Eaters] [3357] street hallway Monday was it settling her garter. Her friend covering the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3362] --One of the best, M'Coy said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3364] The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich
[Lotus-Eaters] [3365] gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat
[Lotus-Eaters] [3366] in the sun: flicker, flick.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3372] He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3383] Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I'm off that, thanks.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3387] --My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3388] Ulster Hall, Belfast, on the twenty-fifth.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3417] --Tell you what, M'Coy said. You might put down my name at the funeral,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3419] drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself
[Lotus-Eaters] [3420] would have to go down if the body is found. You just shove in my name if
[Lotus-Eaters] [3430] Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. The quick touch. Soft mark. I'd like
[Lotus-Eaters] [3432] rivetted edges, double action lever lock. Bob Cowley lent him his for the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3439] the same boat. Softsoaping. Give you the needle that would. Can't he hear
[Lotus-Eaters] [3440] the difference? Think he's that way inclined a bit. Against my grain
[Lotus-Eaters] [3447] Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the multicoloured
[Lotus-Eaters] [3452] papa! How he used to talk of Kate Bateman in that. Outside the Adelphi in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3453] London waited all the afternoon to get in. Year before I was born that
[Lotus-Eaters] [3454] was: sixtyfive. And Ristori in Vienna. What is this the right name is? By
[Lotus-Eaters] [3455] Mosenthal it is. Rachel, is it? No. The scene he was always talking about
[Lotus-Eaters] [3456] where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice and puts his fingers on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3459] Nathan's voice! His son's voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who left his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3460] father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3461] father and left the God of his father.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3465] Poor papa! Poor man! I'm glad I didn't go into the room to look at his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3469] Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3473] He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing
[Lotus-Eaters] [3474] teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet
[Lotus-Eaters] [3479] haunches. Might be happy all the same that way. Good poor brutes they
[Lotus-Eaters] [3482] He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3483] carried. Might just walk into her here. The lane is safer.
[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] [3498] with its forgotten pickeystone. Not a sinner. Near the timberyard a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3499] squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a cunnythumb. A
[Lotus-Eaters] [3503] mignonette. Mrs Ellis's. And Mr? He opened the letter within the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3513] you did not like my last letter. Why did you enclose the stamps? I am
[Lotus-Eaters] [3516] what is the real meaning of that word? Are you not happy in your home you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3518] tell me what you think of poor me. I often think of the beautiful name you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3534] He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell
[Lotus-Eaters] [3537] walking slowly forward he read the letter again, murmuring here and there
[Lotus-Eaters] [3541] read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3544] Weak joy opened his lips. Changed since the first letter. Wonder
[Lotus-Eaters] [3545] did she wrote it herself. Doing the indignant: a girl of good
[Lotus-Eaters] [3546] family like me, respectable character. Could meet one Sunday after the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3552] Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3553] Common pin, eh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3554] pinned together. Queer the number of pins they always have. No roses
[Lotus-Eaters] [3558] the Coombe, linked together in the rain.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3561] O, MARY LOST THE PIN OF HER DRAWERS.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3575] the two sluts in the Coombe would listen.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3581] strange customs. The other one, jar on her head, was getting the supper:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3582] fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of a well, stonecold like the hole in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3583] the wall at Ashtown. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3587] Going under the railway arch he took out the envelope, tore it swiftly
[Lotus-Eaters] [3588] in shreds and scattered them towards the road. The shreds fluttered away,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3589] sank in the dank air: a white flutter, then all sank.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3592] the same way. Simple bit of paper. Lord Iveagh once cashed a sevenfigure
[Lotus-Eaters] [3593] cheque for a million in the bank of Ireland. Shows you the money to be
[Lotus-Eaters] [3594] made out of porter. Still the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change
[Lotus-Eaters] [3601] What am I saying barrels? Gallons. About a million barrels all the same.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3604] Barrels bumped in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside. The
[Lotus-Eaters] [3606] winding through mudflats all over the level land, a lazy pooling swirl of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3609] He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Stepping into the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3610] porch he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again
[Lotus-Eaters] [3611] behind the leather headband. Damn it. I might have tried to work M'Coy
[Lotus-Eaters] [3614] Same notice on the door. Sermon by the very reverend John Conmee
[Lotus-Eaters] [3615] S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African Mission. Prayers for the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3617] The protestants are the same. Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3618] true religion. Save China's millions. Wonder how they explain it to the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3620] them. Buddha their god lying on his side in the museum. Taking it easy
[Lotus-Eaters] [3622] of thorns and cross. Clever idea Saint Patrick the shamrock. Chopsticks?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3624] didn't work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of that Father
[Lotus-Eaters] [3626] out in bluey specs with the sweat rolling off him to baptise blacks, is
[Lotus-Eaters] [3627] he? The glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Like to see them sitting
[Lotus-Eaters] [3632] The cold smell of sacred stone called him. He trod the worn steps,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3633] pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the rere.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3636] to be next some girl. Who is my neighbour? Jammed by the hour to slow
[Lotus-Eaters] [3637] music. That woman at midnight mass. Seventh heaven. Women knelt in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3639] at the altarrails. The priest went along by them, murmuring, holding the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3642] Her hat and head sank. Then the next one. Her hat sank at once. Then the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3643] next one: a small old woman. The priest bent down to put it into her
[Lotus-Eaters] [3644] mouth, murmuring all the time. Latin. The next one. Shut your eyes and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3645] open your mouth. What? CORPUS: body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3646] Stupefies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3647] only swallow it down. Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse. Why the cannibals
[Lotus-Eaters] [3650] He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle, one by
[Lotus-Eaters] [3660] same in the theatre, all in the same swim. They do. I'm sure of that. Not
[Lotus-Eaters] [3663] oblivion, and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Old fellow asleep
[Lotus-Eaters] [3664] near that confessionbox. Hence those snores. Blind faith. Safe in the arms
[Lotus-Eaters] [3667] He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel
[Lotus-Eaters] [3668] an instant before it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace
[Lotus-Eaters] [3669] affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn't know what to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3672] it is. And the other one? Iron nails ran in.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3674] Meet one Sunday after the rosary. Do not deny my request. Turn up
[Lotus-Eaters] [3675] with a veil and black bag. Dusk and the light behind her. She might be
[Lotus-Eaters] [3676] here with a ribbon round her neck and do the other thing all the same on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3677] the sly. Their character. That fellow that turned queen's evidence on the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3678] invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the communion
[Lotus-Eaters] [3681] at home. And plotting that murder all the time. Those crawthumpers,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3684] not here: the flower: no, no. By the way, did I tear up that envelope?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3685] Yes: under the bridge.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3687] The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then he tossed off the dregs
[Lotus-Eaters] [3691] (aromatic). Doesn't give them any of it: shew wine: only the other. Cold
[Lotus-Eaters] [3693] worse than another coming along, cadging for a drink. Queer the whole
[Lotus-Eaters] [3694] atmosphere of the. Quite right. Perfectly right that is.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3696] Mr Bloom looked back towards the choir. Not going to be any music.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3697] Pity. Who has the organ here I wonder? Old Glynn he knew how to make
[Lotus-Eaters] [3698] that instrument talk, the VIBRATO: fifty pounds a year they say he had in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3699] Gardiner street. Molly was in fine voice that day, the STABAT MATER of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3703] I could feel the thrill in the air, the full, the people looking up:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3718] He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about
[Lotus-Eaters] [3719] and bless all the people. All crossed themselves and stood up. Mr Bloom
[Lotus-Eaters] [3720] glanced about him and then stood up, looking over the risen hats. Stand up
[Lotus-Eaters] [3721] at the gospel of course. Then all settled down on their knees again and he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3722] sat back quietly in his bench. The priest came down from the altar,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3723] holding the thing out from him, and he and the massboy answered each other
[Lotus-Eaters] [3724] in Latin. Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a card:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3728] Mr Bloom put his face forward to catch the words. English. Throw
[Lotus-Eaters] [3729] them the bone. I remember slightly. How long since your last mass?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3741] the meeting. How I found the Lord. Squareheaded chaps those must be
[Lotus-Eaters] [3742] in Rome: they work the whole show. And don't they rake in the money too?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3743] Bequests also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3744] Masses for the repose of my soul to be said publicly with open doors.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3745] Monasteries and convents. The priest in that Fermanagh will case in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3746] the witnessbox. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3747] Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The doctors of the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3748] church: they mapped out the whole theology of it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3750] The priest prayed:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3752] --Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be our
[Lotus-Eaters] [3753] safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God restrain
[Lotus-Eaters] [3754] him, we humbly pray!): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3756] spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3758] The priest and the massboy stood up and walked off. All over. The
[Lotus-Eaters] [3761] Better be shoving along. Brother Buzz. Come around with the plate
[Lotus-Eaters] [3765] the time? Women enjoy it. Never tell you. But we. Excuse, miss, there's a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3767] Glimpses of the moon. Annoyed if you don't. Why didn't you tell me
[Lotus-Eaters] [3769] passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through the main door
[Lotus-Eaters] [3770] into the light. He stood a moment unseeing by the cold black marble bowl
[Lotus-Eaters] [3771] while before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3774] goes the time? Quarter past. Time enough yet. Better get that lotion made
[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] [3780] He walked southward along Westland row. But the recipe is in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3783] up last? Wait. I changed a sovereign I remember. First of the month it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3784] must have been or the second. O, he can look it up in the prescriptions
[Lotus-Eaters] [3787] The chemist turned back page after page. Sandy shrivelled smell he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3788] seems to have. Shrunken skull. And old. Quest for the philosopher's stone.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3789] The alchemists. Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3791] Living all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. All his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3793] Smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell. Doctor Whack. He ought
[Lotus-Eaters] [3794] to physic himself a bit. Electuary or emulsion. The first fellow that
[Lotus-Eaters] [3798] Lovephiltres. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough. Clogs the pores or the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3799] phlegm. Poisons the only cures. Remedy where you least expect it. Clever
[Lotus-Eaters] [3806] He waited by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3817] Brings out the darkness of her eyes. Looking at me, the sheet up to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3818] her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when I was fixing the links in my
[Lotus-Eaters] [3819] cuffs. Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3821] Skinfood. One of the old queen's sons, duke of Albany was it? had only one
[Lotus-Eaters] [3825] curd soap. Time to get a bath round the corner. Hammam. Turkish. Massage.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3827] think I. Yes I. Do it in the bath. Curious longing I. Water to water.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3829] all the day. Funeral be rather glum.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3831] --Yes, sir, the chemist said. That was two and nine. Have you brought a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3834] --No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I'll call later in the day and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3843] --Yes, sir, the chemist said. You can pay all together, sir, when you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3848] He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3849] the coolwrappered soap in his left hand.
[Lotus-Eaters] [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] [3859] a wash too. Take off the rough dirt. Good morning, have you used Pears'
[Lotus-Eaters] [3863] Lyons said. Where the bugger is it?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3865] He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3866] Barber's itch. Tight collar he'll lose his hair. Better leave him the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3872] the second.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3883] Bantam Lyons doubted an instant, leering: then thrust the outspread
[Lotus-Eaters] [3890] Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3897] He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3898] of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see. He
[Lotus-Eaters] [3899] eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled
[Lotus-Eaters] [3901] wheel. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and the hub big: college.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3902] Something to catch the eye.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3904] There's Hornblower standing at the porter's lodge. Keep him on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3905] hands: might take a turn in there on the nod. How do you do, Mr
[Lotus-Eaters] [3910] Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare
[Lotus-Eaters] [3912] And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the floor.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3913] Heatwave. Won't last. Always passing, the stream of life, which in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3916] Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle
[Lotus-Eaters] [3922] his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush
[Lotus-Eaters] [3923] floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands,
[Hades] [3930] Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking
[Hades] [3944] Mr Bloom entered and sat in the vacant place. He pulled the door to
[Hades] [3946] through the armstrap and looked seriously from the open carriagewindow at
[Hades] [3947] the lowered blinds of the avenue. One dragged aside: an old woman peeping.
[Hades] [3948] Nose whiteflattened against the pane. Thanking her stars she was passed
[Hades] [3949] over. Extraordinary the interest they take in a corpse. Glad to see us go
[Hades] [3952] ready. Laying it out. Molly and Mrs Fleming making the bed. Pull it more
[Hades] [3954] Wash and shampoo. I believe they clip the nails and the hair. Keep a bit
[Hades] [3955] in an envelope. Grows all the same after. Unclean job.
[Hades] [3957] All waited. Nothing was said. Stowing in the wreaths probably. I am
[Hades] [3963] and swaying. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. The blinds
[Hades] [3964] of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar.
[Hades] [3968] passing along the tramtracks. Tritonville road. Quicker. The wheels
[Hades] [3969] rattled rolling over the cobbled causeway and the crazy glasses shook
[Hades] [3970] rattling in the doorframes.
[Hades] [3981] passers. Respect. The carriage swerved from the tramtrack to the smoother
[Hades] [3993] The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup
[Hades] [3994] roadway before the tenement houses, lurched round the corner and,
[Hades] [3995] swerving back to the tramtrack, rolled on noisily with chattering wheels.
[Hades] [4002] --Down with his aunt Sally, I suppose, Mr Dedalus said, the Goulding
[Hades] [4003] faction, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of
[Hades] [4004] dung, the wise child that knows her own father.
[Hades] [4006] Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. Wallace Bros: the
[Hades] [4009] Richie Goulding and the legal bag. Goulding, Collis and Ward he
[Hades] [4010] calls the firm. His jokes are getting a bit damp. Great card he was.
[Hades] [4011] Waltzing in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a Sunday morning, the
[Hades] [4012] landlady's two hats pinned on his head. Out on the rampage all night.
[Hades] [4019] all over Dublin. But with the help of God and His blessed mother I'll make
[Hades] [4024] He cried above the clatter of the wheels:
[Hades] [4032] hand on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the
[Hades] [4035] morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs
[Hades] [4036] at it by the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up.
[Hades] [4037] She had that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched. Give us a
[Hades] [4040] Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside
[Hades] [4053] The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying.
[Hades] [4063] --What is this, he said, in the name of God? Crumbs?
[Hades] [4068] All raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed
[Hades] [4069] buttonless leather of the seats. Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned
[Hades] [4081] --After all, he said, it's the most natural thing in the world.
[Hades] [4083] --Did Tom Kernan turn up? Martin Cunningham asked, twirling the peak
[Hades] [4090] --At the cemetery, Martin Cunningham said.
[Hades] [4094] The carriage halted short.
[Hades] [4102] Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.
[Hades] [4104] --The grand canal, he said.
[Hades] [4111] Leopold, is my last wish. Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave. A
[Hades] [4116] shower spray dots over the grey flags. Apart. Curious. Like through a
[Hades] [4119] --The weather is changing, he said quietly.
[Hades] [4123] --Wanted for the country, Mr Power said. There's the sun again coming out.
[Hades] [4125] Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun,
[Hades] [4126] hurled a mute curse at the sky.
[Hades] [4132] The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed
[Hades] [4133] gently. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.
[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] [4152] --In the paper this morning.
[Hades] [4154] Mr Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. That book I must
[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] [4162] Urbright. Inked characters fast fading on the frayed breaking paper.
[Hades] [4163] Thanks to the Little Flower. Sadly missed. To the inexpressible grief of
[Hades] [4174] I tore up the envelope? Yes. Where did I put her letter after I read it in
[Hades] [4175] the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry fled.
[Hades] [4178] National school. Meade's yard. The hazard. Only two there now.
[Hades] [4179] Nodding. Full as a tick. Too much bone in their skulls. The other trotting
[Hades] [4180] round with a fare. An hour ago I was passing there. The jarvies raised
[Hades] [4185] automatic so that the wheel itself much handier? Well but that fellow
[Hades] [4187] making the new invention?
[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] [4196] Or the LILY OF KILLARNEY? Elster Grimes Opera Company. Big powerful
[Hades] [4197] change. Wet bright bills for next week. FUN ON THE BRISTOL. Martin
[Hades] [4198] Cunningham could work a pass for the Gaiety. Have to stand a drink or
[Hades] [4201] He's coming in the afternoon. Her songs.
[Hades] [4216] Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. From the door of the Red Bank the
[Hades] [4219] Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right
[Hades] [4220] hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees?
[Hades] [4225] the skin can't contract quickly enough when the flesh falls off. But the
[Hades] [4226] shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of
[Hades] [4227] the dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks behind.
[Hades] [4234] --How is the concert tour getting on, Bloom?
[Hades] [4241] --Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the
[Hades] [4242] county Clare on some private business. You see the idea is to tour the
[Hades] [4243] chief towns. What you lose on one you can make up on the other.
[Hades] [4250] topnobbers. J. C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The best, in
[Hades] [4257] Woman. Must be his deathday. For many happy returns. The carriage
[Hades] [4260] Oot: a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares, his
[Hades] [4265] Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume
[Hades] [4273] at the tips of her hairs to see if they are split. MI TREMA UN POCO IL.
[Hades] [4278] over the ears. MADAME: smiling. I smiled back. A smile goes a long way.
[Hades] [4279] Only politeness perhaps. Nice fellow. Who knows is that true about the
[Hades] [4280] woman he keeps? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they say, who was it told
[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] [4289] --Of the tribe of Reuben, he said.
[Hades] [4291] A tall blackbearded figure, bent on a stick, stumping round the corner
[Hades] [4296] Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly:
[Hades] [4298] --The devil break the hasp of your back!
[Hades] [4300] Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as
[Hades] [4301] the carriage passed Gray's statue.
[Hades] [4311] --That's an awfully good one that's going the rounds about Reuben J and
[Hades] [4312] the son.
[Hades] [4314] --About the boatman? Mr Power asked.
[Hades] [4320] --There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined to send
[Hades] [4321] him to the Isle of Man out of harm's way but when they were both ...
[Hades] [4325] --Yes, Mr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he tried
[Hades] [4332] --No, Mr Bloom said, the son himself ...
[Hades] [4336] --Reuben and the son were piking it down the quay next the river on their
[Hades] [4337] way to the Isle of Man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and
[Hades] [4338] over the wall with him into the Liffey.
[Hades] [4343] fished him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the
[Hades] [4344] father on the quay more dead than alive. Half the town was there.
[Hades] [4346] --Yes, Mr Bloom said. But the funny part is ...
[Hades] [4348] --And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said, gave the boatman a florin for
[Hades] [4359] Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the carriage.
[Hades] [4372] --The Lord forgive me! Mr Power said, wiping his wet eyes with his
[Hades] [4385] nose. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent
[Hades] [4388] Mr Power gazed at the passing houses with rueful apprehension.
[Hades] [4392] --The best death, Mr Bloom said.
[Hades] [4400] Dead side of the street this. Dull business by day, land agents,
[Hades] [4402] catholic club, the industrious blind. Why? Some reason. Sun or wind. At
[Hades] [4403] night too. Chummies and slaveys. Under the patronage of the late Father
[Hades] [4406] White horses with white frontlet plumes came round the Rotunda
[Hades] [4408] mourning coach. Unmarried. Black for the married. Piebald for bachelors.
[Hades] [4416] Meant nothing. Mistake of nature. If it's healthy it's from the mother.
[Hades] [4417] If not from the man. Better luck next time.
[Hades] [4421] The carriage climbed more slowly the hill of Rutland square. Rattle
[Hades] [4422] his bones. Over the stones. Only a pauper. Nobody owns.
[Hades] [4424] --In the midst of life, Martin Cunningham said.
[Hades] [4426] --But the worst of all, Mr Power said, is the man who takes his own life.
[Hades] [4430] --The greatest disgrace to have in the family, Mr Power added.
[Hades] [4443] used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it
[Hades] [4444] wasn't broken already. Yet sometimes they repent too late. Found in the
[Hades] [4446] wife of his. Setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the
[Hades] [4447] furniture on him every Saturday almost. Leading him the life of the
[Hades] [4448] damned. Wear the heart out of a stone, that. Monday morning. Start afresh.
[Hades] [4449] Shoulder to the wheel. Lord, she must have looked a sight that night
[Hades] [4450] Dedalus told me he was in there. Drunk about the place and capering with
[Hades] [4456] THE GEISHA.
[Hades] [4461] That afternoon of the inquest. The redlabelled bottle on the table. The
[Hades] [4462] room in the hotel with hunting pictures. Stuffy it was. Sunlight through
[Hades] [4463] the slats of the Venetian blind. The coroner's sunlit ears, big and hairy.
[Hades] [4465] streaks on his face. Had slipped down to the foot of the bed. Verdict:
[Hades] [4466] overdose. Death by misadventure. The letter. For my son Leopold.
[Hades] [4470] The carriage rattled swiftly along Blessington street. Over the stones.
[Hades] [4472] --We are going the pace, I think, Martin Cunningham said.
[Hades] [4474] --God grant he doesn't upset us on the road, Mr Power said.
[Hades] [4477] in Germany. The Gordon Bennett.
[Hades] [4481] As they turned into Berkeley street a streetorgan near the Basin sent
[Hades] [4482] over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls. Has anybody
[Hades] [4484] as old Antonio. He left me on my ownio. Pirouette! The MATER
[Hades] [4486] incurables there. Very encouraging. Our Lady's Hospice for the dying.
[Hades] [4488] terrible the women. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the
[Hades] [4489] spoon. Then the screen round her bed for her to die. Nice young student
[Hades] [4490] that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. He's gone over to the lying-in
[Hades] [4491] hospital they told me. From one extreme to the other. The carriage
[Hades] [4496] A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing,
[Hades] [4503] --Huuuh! the drover's voice cried, his switch sounding on their flanks.
[Hades] [4509] old England. They buy up all the juicy ones. And then the fifth quarter
[Hades] [4511] year. Dead meat trade. Byproducts of the slaughterhouses for tanneries,
[Hades] [4512] soap, margarine. Wonder if that dodge works now getting dicky meat off the
[Hades] [4515] The carriage moved on through the drove.
[Hades] [4517] --I can't make out why the corporation doesn't run a tramline from the
[Hades] [4518] parkgate to the quays, Mr Bloom said. All those animals could be taken in
[Hades] [4519] trucks down to the boats.
[Hades] [4521] --Instead of blocking up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said. Quite
[Hades] [4525] municipal funeral trams like they have in Milan, you know. Run the line
[Hades] [4526] out to the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and carriage and