Ulysses by James Joyce

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

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[Telemachus] [33] blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A
[Telemachus] [49] --The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!
[Telemachus] [104] --Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.
[Telemachus] [131] --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't
[Telemachus] [136] --You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked
[Telemachus] [138] your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for
[Telemachus] [233] --And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one
[Telemachus] [235] your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I'll bring
[Telemachus] [272] --Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my mother's
[Telemachus] [281] more hot water. Your mother and some visitor came out of the drawingroom.
[Telemachus] [282] She asked you who was in your room.
[Telemachus] [296] --And what is death, he asked, your mother's or yours or my own? You saw
[Telemachus] [297] only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and
[Telemachus] [300] to pray for your mother on her deathbed when she asked you. Why? Because
[Telemachus] [307] offend the memory of your mother.
[Telemachus] [423] --I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch
[Telemachus] [498] --O, damn you and your Paris fads! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove
[Telemachus] [535] --That's folk, he said very earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five lines
[Telemachus] [547] --Do you now? Buck Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasons, pray?
[Telemachus] [652] --Have you your bill? We had better pay her, Mulligan, hadn't we?
[Telemachus] [693] --Seriously, Dedalus. I'm stony. Hurry out to your school kip and bring
[Telemachus] [697] --That reminds me, Haines said, rising, that I have to visit your
[Telemachus] [704] --Is this the day for your monthly wash, Kinch?
[Telemachus] [716] --I intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.
[Telemachus] [742] --You put your hoof in it now. What did you say that for?
[Telemachus] [748] with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.
[Telemachus] [769] --There's your snotrag, he said.
[Telemachus] [779] --And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.
[Telemachus] [822] --What is your idea of Hamlet? Haines asked Stephen.
[Telemachus] [960] --After all, I should think you are able to free yourself. You are your
[Nestor] [1404] --You had better get your stick and go out to the others, Stephen said as
[Nestor] [1544] union twenty years before O'Connell did or before the prelates of your
[Nestor] [1569] Soft day, your honour! ... Day! ... Day! ... Two topboots jog dangling
[Nestor] [1573] with some of your literary friends. I have a letter here for the press.
[Nestor] [1619] May I trespass on your valuable space. That doctrine of LAISSEZ FAIRE
[Nestor] [1634] you for the hospitality of your columns.
[Nestor] [1757] if you can get it into your two papers. What are they?
[Proteus] [1819] adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if
[Proteus] [1820] not a door. Shut your eyes and see.
[Proteus] [1826] audible. Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a cliff that beetles
[Proteus] [1842] Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I
[Proteus] [1858] all flesh. That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in your
[Proteus] [1888] consubstantial father's voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother
[Proteus] [1931] --Call me Richie. Damn your lithia water. It lowers. Whusky!
[Proteus] [1942] Would you like a bite of something? None of your damned lawdeedaw airs
[Proteus] [1985] street. O SI, CERTO! Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinned round a
[Proteus] [1996] O yes, W. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, deeply
[Proteus] [2042] NATURELLES. Aha. Eating your groatsworth of MOU EN CIVET, fleshpots of
[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] [2098] Your postprandial, do you know that word? Postprandial. There was a
[Proteus] [2105] our common cause. You're your father's son. I know the voice. His fustian
[Proteus] [2211] want any of your medieval abstrusiosities. Would you do what he did? A
[Proteus] [2326] to someone in your flutiest voice. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil
[Proteus] [2344] PIUTTOSTO. Where are your wits?
[Calypso] [2695] irrigation. Every year you get a sending of the crop. Your name entered
[Calypso] [2913] Hengler's. Had to look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your neck and
[Calypso] [2995] Your fond daughter, MILLY.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3355] Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3443] again. Your wife and my wife.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3512] I got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it. I am sorry
[Lotus-Eaters] [3516] what is the real meaning of that word? Are you not happy in your home you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3526] write BY RETURN to your longing
[Lotus-Eaters] [3531] P. S. Do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use. I want to know.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3538] a word. Angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3568] typing. Eyefocus bad for stomach nerves. What perfume does your wife
[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] [3729] them the bone. I remember slightly. How long since your last mass?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3762] perhaps. Pay your Easter duty.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3790] Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3807] dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. Lot of time taken up telling your
[Lotus-Eaters] [3823] worse. But you want a perfume too. What perfume does your? PEAU D'ESPAGNE.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3826] Dirt gets rolled up in your navel. Nicer if a nice girl did it. Also I
[Lotus-Eaters] [3893] tender turkey. Your Christmas dinner for threepence. Jack Fleming
[Hades] [3953] to your side. Our windingsheet. Never know who will touch you dead.
[Hades] [3989] --Your son and heir.
[Hades] [4298] --The devil break the hasp of your back!
[Hades] [4726] world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you'll soon follow
[Hades] [4801] mass. Crape weepers. Blackedged notepaper. Your name on the altarlist.
[Hades] [4900] Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two
[Hades] [4917] your tooraloom tooraloom.
[Hades] [4964] --My dear Simon, the caretaker answered in a low voice. I don't want your
[Hades] [5051] swirling with them. Your head it simply swurls. Those pretty little
[Hades] [5063] Read your own obituary notice they say you live longer. Gives you second
[Hades] [5131] hid all your life. The death struggle. His sleep is not natural. Press his
[Hades] [5138] Remember him in your prayers. Even Parnell. Ivy day dying out. Then
[Hades] [5170] --I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your
[Hades] [5310] Drowning they say is the pleasantest. See your whole life in a flash. But
[Hades] [5347] --Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said pointing.
[Aeolus] [5734] What perfume does your wife use? I could go home still: tram:
[Aeolus] [5752] --Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse?
[Aeolus] [5784] Johnny, make room for your uncle. The right honourable Hedges Eyre
[Aeolus] [6201] --How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in. Your
[Aeolus] [6384] it. You can do it. I see it in your face. IN THE LEXICON OF YOUTH ...
[Aeolus] [6386] See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.
[Aeolus] [6567] third profession qua profession but your Cork legs are running away with
[Aeolus] [6732] crooked smokes. Noble words coming. Look out. Could you try your hand at
[Lestrygonians] [7185] Bring your own bread and butter. His reverence: mum's the word.
[Lestrygonians] [7399] all your charges?
[Lestrygonians] [7420] YOUR FUNERAL'S TOMORROW
[Lestrygonians] [7430] --And your lord and master?
[Lestrygonians] [7450] you feeding your little brother's family? Soiled handkerchief:
[Lestrygonians] [7583] meaning. Please tell me what perfume does your wife. Tell me who made the
[Lestrygonians] [7662] on your wife. No gratitude in people. Humane doctors, most of them.
[Lestrygonians] [7731] --Ah, gelong with your great times coming.
[Lestrygonians] [7746] question. Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. Stuff them
[Lestrygonians] [7921] water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then.
[Lestrygonians] [7922] Would you? Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy?
[Lestrygonians] [8054] son don't talk of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children
[Lestrygonians] [8059] Rub off the microbes with your handkerchief. Next chap rubs on a new
[Lestrygonians] [8262] in a thousand years. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your
[Lestrygonians] [8273] hare. First catch your hare. Chinese eating eggs fifty years old, blue
[Lestrygonians] [8335] your proper place. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all
[Lestrygonians] [8482] --Tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned to you, Paddy Leonard
[Lestrygonians] [8494] your small Jamesons after that and a ...
[Lestrygonians] [8634] the summer: smells. Tastes? They say you can't taste wines with your eyes
[Lestrygonians] [8681] wigs. Bear with a sore paw. And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8765] elder's gall, to write PARADISE LOST at your dictation? THE SORROWS OF
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8860] Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of allhorse.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9002] are the dispossessed son: I am the murdered father: your mother is the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9204] Nookshotten. Now your best French polish.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9224] --Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9229] --Is it your view, then, that she was not faithful to the poet?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9512] Wit. You would give your five wits for youth's proud livery he pranks in.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9536] is going to call on your unsubstantial father. Telegram! Malachi
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9551] --And we to be there, mavrone, and you to be unbeknownst sending us your
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9563] --Me! Stephen exclaimed. That was your contribution to literature.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9627] --He knows you. He knows your old fellow. O, I fear me, he is Greeker
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9817] to see you. Me? Says he's your father, sir. Give me my Wordsworth. Enter
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9822] Your own? He knows your old fellow. The widower.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9972] Read the skies. AUTONTIMORUMENOS. BOUS STEPHANOUMENOS. Where's your
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9988] --You make good use of the name, John Eglinton allowed. Your own name
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9989] is strange enough. I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10033] Where is your brother? Apothecaries' hall. My whetstone. Him, then
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10146] brought us all this way to show us a French triangle. Do you believe your
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10188] Come, Kinch. You have eaten all we left. Ay. I will serve you your orts
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10342] their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured,
[Wandering Rocks] [10884] --May I say a word to your telephone, missy? he asked roguishly.
[Wandering Rocks] [10989] pliant lath among the flickering arches. Come on. Mind your steps there.
[Wandering Rocks] [11025] your valuable time ...
[Wandering Rocks] [11076] your soul ... night before last ... and there was a hell of a lot of
[Wandering Rocks] [11153] see Sceptre's starting price. What's the time by your gold watch and
[Wandering Rocks] [11262] of your common or garden ... you know ... There's a touch of the artist
[Wandering Rocks] [11380] you trying to imitate your uncle John, the cornetplayer, head upon
[Wandering Rocks] [11420] them, are you? An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother
[Wandering Rocks] [11433] --Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him.
[Wandering Rocks] [11487] Crimmins? First rate, sir. I was afraid you might be up in your other
[Wandering Rocks] [11490] farmers are always grumbling. I'll just take a thimbleful of your best
[Wandering Rocks] [11524] Gentleman. And now, Mr Crimmins, may we have the honour of your custom
[Wandering Rocks] [11627] without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I
[Wandering Rocks] [11665] charms, as mumbling Joachim's. Down, baldynoddle, or we'll wool your
[Wandering Rocks] [11764] --Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben Dollard growled furiously, I
[Wandering Rocks] [11814] --What few days? he boomed. Hasn't your landlord distrained for rent?
[Wandering Rocks] [12034] write anything for your movement?
[Sirens] [12384] True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift your
[Sirens] [12449] --There's your teas, he said.
[Sirens] [12458] --Your BEAU, is it?
[Sirens] [12462] --I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your
[Sirens] [12525] --For your what? says he.
[Sirens] [12546] --And your other eye!
[Sirens] [12561] Kennedy your other eye. They threw young heads back, bronze gigglegold,
[Sirens] [12562] to let freefly their laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each
[Sirens] [12700] --Ah fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your
[Sirens] [12781] happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo. Means
[Sirens] [12865] --What's your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a sloegin
[Sirens] [13161] --So I am, Ben Warrior laughed. I was thinking of your landlord. Love or
[Sirens] [13203] --Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.
[Sirens] [13335] --Ladies and gentlemen, I am most deeply obliged by your kind
[Sirens] [13340] --I have no money but if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour
[Sirens] [13381] can't sing for tall hats. Your head it simply swurls. Perfumed for him.
[Sirens] [13382] What perfume does your wife? I want to know. Jing. Stop. Knock. Last look
[Sirens] [13442] of what perfume does your lilactrees. Bosom I saw, both full, throat
[Sirens] [13546] happy in your? Twang. It snapped.
[Sirens] [13609] Down the edge of his FREEMAN baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye,
[Sirens] [13615] sir. Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. Got your lett and flow. Hell did I put?
[Sirens] [13725] near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over: shell with
[Sirens] [13769] M'Coy valise. My wife and your wife. Squealing cat. Like tearing silk.
[Sirens] [13912] week. Fellows shell out the dibs. Want to keep your weathereye open. Those
[Sirens] [13930] your pocket, brass in your face. Say something. Make her hear. With look
[Sirens] [13940] bitch's bastard. A good thought, boy, to come. One hour's your time to
[Sirens] [13941] live, your last.
[Sirens] [14062] I hadn't promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your nerves.
[Sirens] [14165] Any chance of your wash. Knew Molly. Had me decked. Stout lady does be
[Sirens] [14166] with you in the brown costume. Put you off your stroke, that. Appointment
[Sirens] [14195] --Will lift your glass with us.
[Cyclops] [14396] --What's your opinion of the times?
[Cyclops] [14412] --Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I. I've a thirst on me I
[Cyclops] [14725] your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind.
[Cyclops] [14745] --I beg your parsnips, says Alf.
[Cyclops] [14762] The tear is bloody near your eye. Talking through his bloody hat.
[Cyclops] [14824] --Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe.
[Cyclops] [14906] Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara
[Cyclops] [15187] one pub to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog
[Cyclops] [15239] actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust
[Cyclops] [15241] sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the
[Cyclops] [15244] --Then suffer me to take your hand, said he. The goodness of your heart, I
[Cyclops] [15260] screeching laughing at one another. HOW IS YOUR TESTAMENT? HAVE YOU
[Cyclops] [15301] grazier. Mister Knowall. Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks.
[Cyclops] [15305] was waltzing around her showing her how to do it. What's your programme
[Cyclops] [15364] all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. What was your best throw,
[Cyclops] [15556] boots out of the pop. What's your name, sir? Dunne, says he. Ay, and done
[Cyclops] [15574] --Me? says Alf. Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character.
[Cyclops] [15582] --COMPOS your eye! says Alf, laughing. Do you know that he's balmy?
[Cyclops] [15622] Six and eightpence, please. Who wants your opinion? Let us drink
[Cyclops] [15670] --Yes, your worship. And my wife has the typhoid.
[Cyclops] [15753] borrows off of Corny Kelleher. Secrets for enlarging your private parts.
[Cyclops] [15760] --O jakers, Jenny, says Joe, how short your shirt is!
[Cyclops] [15784] you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your
[Cyclops] [15843] --Keep your pecker up, says Joe. She'd have won the money only for the
[Cyclops] [15931] the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat,
[Cyclops] [15984] --That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen, that bosses the
[Cyclops] [16077] --Beholden to you, Joe, says I. May your shadow never grow less.
[Cyclops] [16106] --What is your nation if I may ask? says the citizen.
[Cyclops] [16116] --Here you are, citizen, says Joe. Take that in your right hand and repeat
[Cyclops] [16186] --Well, says John Wyse. Isn't that what we're told. Love your neighbour.
[Cyclops] [16201] --Well, Joe, says I, your very good health and song. More power, citizen.
[Cyclops] [16209] --We know those canters, says he, preaching and picking your pocket.
[Cyclops] [16338] And for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it.
[Cyclops] [16341] larder. I know not what to offer your lordships.
[Cyclops] [16435] man. Give us your blessing. Not as much as would blind your eye.
[Cyclops] [16559] Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver.
[Cyclops] [16566] --Beg your pardon, says he.
[Cyclops] [16610] Arrah, sit down on the parliamentary side of your arse for Christ'
[Cyclops] [16613] bloody nothing. Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would.
[Cyclops] [16623] --Eh, mister! Your fly is open, mister!
[Cyclops] [16628] And the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.
[Cyclops] [16634] --Well, his uncle was a jew, says he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a jew
[Cyclops] [16740] You never saw the like of it in all your born puff. Gob, if he got that
[Nausicaa] [16812] your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was Cissy Caffrey.
[Nausicaa] [16848] --What's your name? Butter and cream?
[Nausicaa] [16850] --Tell us who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman. Is Cissy your
[Nausicaa] [16855] --Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Cissy queried.
[Nausicaa] [16907] and how to be tall increase your height and you have a beautiful face but
[Nausicaa] [16908] your nose? That would suit Mrs Dignam because she had a button one. But
[Nausicaa] [17084] faces on her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she
[Nausicaa] [17090] one of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not one of your
[Nausicaa] [17364] --A penny for your thoughts.
[Nausicaa] [17462] baby, without as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all
[Nausicaa] [17577] women priests that would understand without your telling out and
[Nausicaa] [17827] Darling, I saw, your. I saw all.
[Nausicaa] [17834] tongue. Your head it simply swirls. He's right. Might have made a worse
[Nausicaa] [17861] pub off him like a polecat. Have that in your nose in the dark,
[Nausicaa] [17934] period. Come near. Then get a hogo you could hang your hat on. Like
[Nausicaa] [17955] credit another time. Lose your customers that way. Pubs do. Fellows run up
[Nausicaa] [18004] your own little world. And now? Sad about her lame of course but must
[Nausicaa] [18005] be on your guard not to feel too much pity. They take advantage.
[Nausicaa] [18015] same. Like kids your second visit to a house. The new I want. Nothing new
[Nausicaa] [18016] under the sun. Care of P. O. Dolphin's Barn. Are you not happy in your?
[Nausicaa] [18211] O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me
[Nausicaa] [18213] him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave
[Oxen of the Sun] [19450] greatly more, than a capful of light odes can call your genius father.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19486] your ear, my friend, you will not think who met us as we left the field.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19680] from that bosom, dear gentle Mina. And Doady, knock the ashes from your
[Oxen of the Sun] [19685] fought the good fight and played loyally your man's part. Sir, to you my
[Oxen of the Sun] [19830] of your lean kine, not much. Pull down the blind, love. Two Ardilauns.
[Oxen of the Sun] [19833] rests and her anker of rum. Must be seen to be believed. Your starving
[Oxen of the Sun] [19836] polloi. I vear thee beest a gert vool. Well, doc? Back fro Lapland? Your
[Oxen of the Sun] [19839] the white death and the ruddy birth. Hi! Spit in your own eye, boss!
[Oxen of the Sun] [19845] Hielentman's your barleybree. Lang may your lum reek and your kailpot
[Oxen of the Sun] [19855] Waiting, guvnor? Most deciduously. Bet your boots on. Stunned like,
[Oxen of the Sun] [19858] right in on your invite, see? Up to you, matey. Out with the oof. Two bar
[Oxen of the Sun] [19922] wobblers! Night. Night. May Allah the Excellent One your soul this night
[Oxen of the Sun] [19925] Your attention! We're nae tha fou. The Leith police dismisseth us. The
[Oxen of the Sun] [19929] Hark! Shut your obstropolos. Pflaap! Pflaap! Blaze on. There she goes.
[Circe] [20064] with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his cometobed
[Circe] [20093] LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick. Where are we going?
[Circe] [20104] Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk.
[Circe] [20223] your purse.
[Circe] [20247] spend your good money. What you call them running chaps?
[Circe] [20254] RUDOLPH: Once! Mud head to foot. Cut your hand open. Lockjaw. They make
[Circe] [20259] RUDOLPH: (WITH CONTEMPT) GOIM NACHEZ! Nice spectacles for your poor
[Circe] [20279] BLOOM: Who? (HE DUCKS AND WARDS OFF A BLOW CLUMSILY) At your service.
[Circe] [20310] BLOOM: I can give you ... I mean as your business menagerer ... Mrs
[Circe] [20358] BRIDIE: Hatch street. Any good in your mind?
[Circe] [20377] false letters. Streetwalking and soliciting. Better for your mother take
[Circe] [20441] PUTS OUT HER HAND INQUISITIVELY) What are you hiding behind your back?
[Circe] [20450] MRS BREEN: You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic recitation
[Circe] [20480] BLOOM: When you made your present choice they said it was beauty and the
[Circe] [20529] MRS BREEN: Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and
[Circe] [20558] fiveseater shanderadan of a waggonette you were in your heyday then and
[Circe] [20618] How's your middle leg?
[Circe] [20739] Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion to heel, no
[Circe] [20774] of course, you do get your Waterloo sometimes. Drop in some evening and
[Circe] [20861] your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the
[Circe] [20917] you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station. Incautiously
[Circe] [20918] I took your part when you were accused of pilfering. There's a medium in
[Circe] [20926] MARY DRISCOLL: He surprised me in the rere of the premises, Your honour,
[Circe] [20934] I had. I remonstrated with him, Your lord, and he remarked: keep it
[Circe] [21159] fine fellow? Well, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your
[Circe] [21168] cold! O shivery! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet.
[Circe] [21238] hanged by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not at your peril or
[Circe] [21239] may the Lord have mercy on your soul. Remove him. (A BLACK SKULLCAP
[Circe] [21418] BLOOM: (FASCINATED) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.
[Circe] [21561] THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: I here present your undoubted emperor-
[Circe] [21571] to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your judgments in
[Circe] [21588] THE PEERS: I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly
[Circe] [21616] TOM KERNAN: You deserve it, your honour.
[Circe] [21631] AN OLD RESIDENT: You're a credit to your country, sir, that's what you
[Circe] [21741] bound over in your own recognisances for six months in the sum of five
[Circe] [22103] quick with your best girl. O, I can read your thoughts!
[Circe] [22216] ZOE: (PROMPTLY) Your boy's thinking of you. Tie a knot on your shift.
[Circe] [22232] Which side is your knowledge bump?
[Circe] [22265] ZOE: (BRISKLY) God help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten.
[Circe] [22317] Open your gates and sing
[Circe] [22337] Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut.
[Circe] [22339] 12.25. Tell mother you'll be there. Rush your order and you play a slick
[Circe] [22355] time. Bumboosers, save your stamps. (HE SHOUTS) Now then our glory song.
[Circe] [22497] Well then, permit me to draw your attention to item number three. There
[Circe] [22502] BLOOM: (REGRETFULLY) When you come out without your gun.
[Circe] [22504] VIRAG: We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. Pay your money,
[Circe] [22505] take your choice. How happy could you be with either ...
[Circe] [22520] your book, eh? Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after. Wallow in it.
[Circe] [22538] twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk. See, you have forgotten.
[Circe] [22539] Exercise your mnemotechnic. LA CAUSA E SANTA. Tara. Tara. (ASIDE) He will
[Circe] [22552] and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike
[Circe] [22612] BLOOM: I am going to scream. I beg your pardon. Ah? So. (HE REPEATS)
[Circe] [22657] STEPHEN: (TO HIMSELF) Play with your eyes shut. Imitate pa. Filling my
[Circe] [22891] ZOE: (SNIFFS HIS HAIR BRISKLY) Hmmm! Thank your mother for the rabbits.
[Circe] [22975] BLOOM: (COWED) Exuberant female. Enormously I desiderate your domination.
[Circe] [23024] THE HOOF: If you bungle, Handy Andy, I'll kick your football for you.
[Circe] [23034] BLOOM: (MUMBLES) Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen, ...
[Circe] [23066] your despot's glorious heels so glistening in their proud erectness.
[Circe] [23071] you. I'm the Tartar to settle your little lot and break you in! I'll bet
[Circe] [23091] your own good on a soft safe spot. How's that tender behind? O, ever so
[Circe] [23099] the balance of your natural life. (HIS FOREHEAD VEINS SWOLLEN, HIS FACE
[Circe] [23100] CONGESTED) I shall sit on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my
[Circe] [23173] under the yoke. Now for your punishment frock. You will shed your male
[Circe] [23182] measurements will be taken next your skin. You will be laced with cruel
[Circe] [23184] the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the absolute outside edge, while your figure,
[Circe] [23190] lace round your bare knees will remind you ...
[Circe] [23198] coquettishly in your domino at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your
[Circe] [23207] nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay
[Circe] [23223] your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the
[Circe] [23231] I'll teach you to behave like a jinkleman! If I catch a trace on your
[Circe] [23233] sins of your past are rising against you. Many. Hundreds.
[Circe] [23250] obscenity in all your career of crime? Go the whole hog. Puke it out! Be
[Circe] [23267] BELLO: (IMPERIOUSLY) O, get out, you skunk! Hold your tongue! Speak when
[Circe] [23276] with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail. Won't that be
[Circe] [23286] on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and spank your bare bot right well, miss,
[Circe] [23287] with the hairbrush. You'll be taught the error of your ways. At night
[Circe] [23288] your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves
[Circe] [23332] fluescent, knees modestly kissing. Bring all your powers of fascination
[Circe] [23340] BLOOM'S HAUNCHES) Up! Up! Manx cat! What have we here? Where's your curly
[Circe] [23343] bucket or sell your pump. (LOUDLY) Can you do a man's job?
[Circe] [23347] BELLO: (SARCASTICALLY) I wouldn't hurt your feelings for the world but
[Circe] [23361] BELLO: Would if you could, lame duck. A downpour we want not your
[Circe] [23368] since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years.
[Circe] [23380] BELLO: (LAUGHS MOCKINGLY) That's your daughter, you owl, with a Mullingar
[Circe] [23393] exciting them by your smothered grunts, what, you male prostitute?
[Circe] [23403] secrets of your bottom drawer. Pages will be torn from your handbook of
[Circe] [23404] astronomy to make them pipespills. And they will spit in your ten
[Circe] [23415] BELLO: As a paying guest or a kept man? Too late. You have made your
[Circe] [23416] secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Your epitaph is written. You
[Circe] [23486] above your marriage couch. Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four
[Circe] [23489] BLOOM: (HUMBLY KISSES HER LONG HAIR) Your classic curves, beautiful
[Circe] [23493] THE NYMPH: During dark nights I heard your praise.
[Circe] [23720] you lack with your barbed wire? Crucifix not thick enough? (HE CLUTCHES
[Circe] [23730] Your strength our weakness. What's our studfee? What will you pay on the
[Circe] [23742] benefit your complexion. And take some double chin drill. Your eyes are
[Circe] [23743] as vapid as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. They have the dimensions
[Circe] [23744] of your other features, that's all. I'm not a triple screw propeller.
[Circe] [23749] BLOOM: (CONTEMPTUOUSLY) Clean your nailless middle finger first, your
[Circe] [23750] bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of hay
[Circe] [23760] ZOE: Me. Mind your cornflowers. (SHE DARTS TO THE PIANO AND BANGS CHORDS
[Circe] [23802] LYNCH: (CALLS FROM THE HEARTH) Dedalus! Give her your blessing for me.
[Circe] [23932] Blue eyes beauty I'll read your hand. (SHE POINTS TO HIS FOREHEAD) No
[Circe] [23940] your face. The eye, like that. (SHE FROWNS WITH LOWERED HEAD)
[Circe] [23948] schemer. See it in your eye.
[Circe] [24038] Kate! Up to sample or your money back. (HE HOLDS OUT A FOREFINGER) Smell
[Circe] [24053] have a little private business with your wife, you understand?
[Circe] [24077] BOYLAN: (TO BLOOM, OVER HIS SHOULDER) You can apply your eye to the
[Circe] [24177] to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other
[Circe] [24269] Try your luck on Spinning Jenny!
[Circe] [24300] THE GREEN LODGES: Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!
[Circe] [24389] CAVALIERS: May I touch your?
[Circe] [24488] SIMON: Think of your mother's people!
[Circe] [24545] mother. He offended your memory. Cancer did it, not I. Destiny.
[Circe] [24561] boiled rice every night after your brainwork. Years and years I loved
[Circe] [24641] BELLA: (LOUDLY) Here, none of your tall talk. This isn't a brothel. A ten
[Circe] [24658] Patrons of your establishment. Gentlemen that pay the rent. (HE MAKES A
[Circe] [24666] BLOOM: (URGENTLY) And if it were your own son in Oxford? (WARNINGLY) I
[Circe] [24760] STEPHEN: (TO PRIVATE COMPTON) I don't know your name but you are quite
[Circe] [24770] governor, if I was to bash in your jaw?
[Circe] [24793] BLOOM: (PROPPING HIM) Retain your own.
[Circe] [24835] STEPHEN: (NERVOUS, FRIENDLY, PULLS HIMSELF UP) I understand your point of
[Circe] [24838] point. You die for your country. Suppose. (HE PLACES HIS ARM ON PRIVATE
[Circe] [24960] PRIVATE CARR: Who wants your bleeding money?
[Circe] [25046] Amn't I your girl? Cissy's your girl. (SHE CRIES) Police!
[Circe] [25143] Here's your stick.
[Circe] [25202] SECOND WATCH: I don't want your instructions in the discharge of my duty.
[Circe] [25240] CORNY KELLEHER: (NUDGES THE SECOND WATCH) Come and wipe your name off the
[Circe] [25264] BLOOM: (NODS RAPIDLY) Naturally. Quite right. Only your bounden duty.
[Eumeus] [25459] indispensable. Bread, the staff of life, earn your bread, O tell me where
[Eumeus] [25488] chance they fall out over anything. You frittered away your time, he very
[Eumeus] [25497] to say nothing of your being at the tender mercy of others practically.
[Eumeus] [25534] boodle they could in one fell swoop at a moment's notice, your money or
[Eumeus] [25535] your life, leaving you there to point a moral, gagged and garrotted.
[Eumeus] [25573] never one of your bright ones, he added with a half laugh. I got stuck
[Eumeus] [25680] leave your father's house?
[Eumeus] [25684] --I met your respected father on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom
[Eumeus] [25716] Mulligan, as a guide, philosopher and friend if I were in your shoes. He
[Eumeus] [25721] your drink for some ulterior object.
[Eumeus] [25736] your brains, he ventured to throw o.ut.
[Eumeus] [25794] your poetry in that language? BELLA POETRIA! It is so melodious and full.
[Eumeus] [25827] --And what might your name be?
[Eumeus] [25926] inevitable. Grin and bear it. I remain with much love your brokenhearted
[Eumeus] [26034] type lend me your valise and I'll post you the ticket. No, something top
[Eumeus] [26086] another was a flower. Cooks rats in your soup, he appetisingly added, the
[Eumeus] [26099] hid behind a door, come up behind him. Like that. PREPARE TO MEET YOUR
[Eumeus] [26212] I hate those buggers. Suck your blood dry, they does.
[Eumeus] [26272] his washing. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, your
[Eumeus] [26356] HAMLET and Bacon, as, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better
[Eumeus] [26465] hands and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they
[Eumeus] [26471] accounts for character. That's why I asked you if you wrote your poetry
[Eumeus] [26519] --Let me cross your bows mate, he said to his neighbour who was just
[Eumeus] [26619] was: stay in the land of your birth and work for Ireland and live for
[Eumeus] [26793] you, after all the money expended on your education you are entitled to
[Eumeus] [26794] recoup yourself and command your price. You have every bit as much right
[Eumeus] [26795] to live by your pen in pursuit of your philosophy as the peasant has.
[Eumeus] [27003] against the man in possession and had to produce your credentials like
[Eumeus] [27334] point too of tender Achilles. Your god was a jew. Because mostly they
[Eumeus] [27527] MEDIAS RES, would have the greatest of pleasure in making your
[Ithaca] [28594] (walk, walk, walk your way, walk in safety, walk with care).
[Ithaca] [28724] AND PLAY YOUR BALL AGAIN."
[Ithaca] [30032] sultry summer's day. Recommend it to your lady and gentlemen friends,
[Ithaca] [30104] with your dear mother ... that is not more to stand ... to her ... all
[Penelope] [30796] your mind now tell me who are you thinking of who is it tell me his name
[Penelope] [30801] finish it off myself anyway and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done
[Penelope] [30808] kiss long and hot down to your soul almost paralyses you then I hate that
[Penelope] [30811] whereabouts on your person my child on the leg behind high up was it yes
[Penelope] [30845] your soul you have no soul inside only grey matter because he doesnt know
[Penelope] [30864] husband give us a swing out of your whiskers filling her up with a child
[Penelope] [30869] couldnt hear your ears supposed to be healthy not satisfied till they
[Penelope] [31148] restaurant for the bit you put down your throat we have to be thankful
[Penelope] [31223] about the house so you cant stir with him any side whats your programme
[Penelope] [31234] sale a lot of trash I hate those rich shops get on your nerves nothing
[Penelope] [31309] way hed take it you want to feel your way with a man theyre not all like
[Penelope] [31343] and write soon kind she left out regards to your father also captain
[Penelope] [31424] his heah heah aheah all my compriments on your hotchapotch of your heass
[Penelope] [31453] like making a speech your sad bereavement symphathy I always make that
[Penelope] [31461] suppose thered be some truth in it true or no it fills up your whole day
[Penelope] [31611] daughter am I ay and whose are you bootmakers and publicans I beg your
[Penelope] [31640] that was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free who knows if that
[Penelope] [31746] there below with the glove get on your nerves then doing the loglady all
[Penelope] [31768] what they say her tongue is a bit too long for my taste your blouse is
[Penelope] [31774] your foot away out of that I hate people touching me afraid of her life
[Penelope] [31808] now for answering me like that and that for your impudence she had me
[Penelope] [31894] Collins for womens diseases on Pembroke road your vagina he called it I
[Penelope] [31918] everything connected with your glorious Body everything underlined that
[Penelope] [32176] disease O move over your big carcass out of that for the love of Mike
[Penelope] [32256] melt in your mouth like when I used to be in the longing way then Ill
[Penelope] [32316] about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers