Ulysses by James Joyce
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Leopold Bloom Telemachus
Nestor
Proteus
Calypso
Lotus-Eaters
Hades
Aeolus
Lestrygonians
Scylla and Charybdis
Wandering Rocks
Sirens
Cyclops
Nausicaa
Oxen of the Sun
Circe
Eumeus
Ithaca
Penelope

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[Telemachus] [5] STATELY, PLUMP BUCK MULLIGAN CAME FROM THE STAIRHEAD, bearing a bowl of
[Telemachus] [6] lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown,
[Telemachus] [30] He added in a preacher's tone:
[Telemachus] [33] blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A
[Telemachus] [36] He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused
[Telemachus] [46] sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A
[Telemachus] [59] --My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls. But it has a
[Telemachus] [76] Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.
[Telemachus] [78] --God, isn't he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He thinks
[Telemachus] [79] you're not a gentleman. God, these bloody English! Bursting with money
[Telemachus] [86] --He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. Where is
[Telemachus] [89] --A woful lunatic! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk?
[Telemachus] [92] with a man I don't know raving and moaning to himself about shooting a
[Telemachus] [93] black panther. You saved men from drowning. I'm not a hero, however. If
[Telemachus] [101] He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper
[Telemachus] [104] --Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.
[Telemachus] [106] Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a
[Telemachus] [110] --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.
[Telemachus] [116] --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet
[Telemachus] [141] He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant
[Telemachus] [144] --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest
[Telemachus] [152] a dream she had come to him after her death, her wasted body within its
[Telemachus] [154] breath, that had bent upon him, mute, reproachful, a faint odour of
[Telemachus] [155] wetted ashes. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a
[Telemachus] [157] skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china had stood
[Telemachus] [163] --Ah, poor dogsbody! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt and
[Telemachus] [164] a few noserags. How are the secondhand breeks?
[Telemachus] [171] knows what poxy bowsy left them off. I have a lovely pair with a hair
[Telemachus] [191] He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad
[Telemachus] [198] Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft by a
[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] [225] --Cracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that to the oxy chap downstairs
[Telemachus] [226] and touch him for a guinea. He's stinking with money and thinks you're
[Telemachus] [227] not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or
[Telemachus] [236] down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive
[Telemachus] [244] tailor's shears. A scared calf's face gilded with marmalade. I don't want
[Telemachus] [247] Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf
[Telemachus] [260] water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm quietly.
[Telemachus] [266] He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow,
[Telemachus] [289] A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck
[Telemachus] [298] Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom. It's a beastly
[Telemachus] [302] way. To me it's all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral lobes are not
[Telemachus] [327] A voice within the tower called loudly:
[Telemachus] [338] His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level
[Telemachus] [356] dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the
[Telemachus] [360] A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in
[Telemachus] [361] deeper green. It lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters. Fergus' song:
[Telemachus] [369] Her secrets: old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with musk, a
[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] [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] [393] In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its
[Telemachus] [395] bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes.
[Telemachus] [413] --Dedalus, come down, like a good mosey. Breakfast is ready. Haines is
[Telemachus] [424] him for a quid, will you? A guinea, I mean.
[Telemachus] [432] --Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan cried with delight. We'll have a
[Telemachus] [436] tune with a Cockney accent:
[Telemachus] [439] O, WON'T WE HAVE A MERRY TIME,
[Telemachus] [443] O, WON'T WE HAVE A MERRY TIME
[Telemachus] [454] the same. A servant too. A server of a servant.
[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] [468] --Have you the key? a voice asked.
[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] [491] the locker. Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.
[Telemachus] [493] --What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.
[Telemachus] [495] --We can drink it black, Stephen said thirstily. There's a lemon in the
[Telemachus] [532] He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled
[Telemachus] [539] He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his
[Telemachus] [550] Mabinogion. Mother Grogan was, one imagines, a kinswoman of Mary Ann.
[Telemachus] [554] --Charming! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and
[Telemachus] [557] Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a hoarsened
[Telemachus] [562] SHE DOESN'T CARE A DAMN.
[Telemachus] [576] --That's a lovely morning, sir, she said. Glory be to God.
[Telemachus] [587] --A quart, Stephen said.
[Telemachus] [590] milk, not hers. Old shrunken paps. She poured again a measureful and a
[Telemachus] [591] tilly. Old and secret she had entered from a morning world, maybe a
[Telemachus] [593] Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her
[Telemachus] [596] woman, names given her in old times. A wandering crone, lowly form of an
[Telemachus] [598] cuckquean, a messenger from the secret morning. To serve or to upbraid,
[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] [618] Stephen listened in scornful silence. She bows her old head to a voice
[Telemachus] [629] Haines spoke to her again a longer speech, confidently.
[Telemachus] [642] language myself. I'm told it's a grand language by them that knows.
[Telemachus] [645] us out some more tea, Kinch. Would you like a cup, ma'am?
[Telemachus] [656] --Bill, sir? she said, halting. Well, it's seven mornings a pint at
[Telemachus] [657] twopence is seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three
[Telemachus] [658] mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling. That's a
[Telemachus] [661] Buck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust thickly
[Telemachus] [667] Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick
[Telemachus] [668] rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his
[Telemachus] [671] --A miracle!
[Telemachus] [708] --The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month.
[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] [716] --I intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.
[Telemachus] [719] Conscience. Yet here's a spot.
[Telemachus] [721] --That one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol
[Telemachus] [745] milkwoman or from him. It's a toss up, I think.
[Telemachus] [756] In a suddenly changed tone he added:
[Telemachus] [773] rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief. God,
[Telemachus] [776] contradict myself. Mercurial Malachi. A limp black missile flew out of
[Telemachus] [826] a few pints in me first.
[Telemachus] [847] --O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!
[Telemachus] [864] --It's a wonderful tale, Haines said, bringing them to halt again.
[Telemachus] [868] smokeplume of the mailboat vague on the bright skyline and a sail tacking
[Telemachus] [871] --I read a theological interpretation of it somewhere, he said bemused.
[Telemachus] [875] Buck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He looked at
[Telemachus] [877] suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. He moved a
[Telemachus] [879] to chant in a quiet happy foolish voice:
[Telemachus] [883] MY MOTHER'S A JEW, MY FATHER'S A BIRD.
[Telemachus] [888] He held up a forefinger of warning.
[Telemachus] [898] to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like fins or
[Telemachus] [915] --We oughtn't to laugh, I suppose. He's rather blasphemous. I'm not a
[Telemachus] [923] --Three times a day, after meals, Stephen said drily.
[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] [931] Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a green
[Telemachus] [934] --Thank you, Stephen said, taking a cigarette.
[Telemachus] [937] sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang
[Telemachus] [942] you don't, isn't it? Personally I couldn't stomach that idea of a
[Telemachus] [945] --You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible
[Telemachus] [950] familiar, after me, calling, Steeeeeeeeeeeephen! A wavering line along
[Telemachus] [963] --I am a servant of two masters, Stephen said, an English and an Italian.
[Telemachus] [967] A crazy queen, old and jealous. Kneel down before me.
[Telemachus] [969] --And a third, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs.
[Telemachus] [985] a chemistry of stars. Symbol of the apostles in the mass for pope
[Telemachus] [988] menaced her heresiarchs. A horde of heresies fleeing with mitres awry:
[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] [1001] --Of course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, and I feel as one. I
[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] [1019] a stone, in shirtsleeves, his unclipped tie rippling over his shoulder. A
[Telemachus] [1020] young man clinging to a spur of rock near him, moved slowly frogwise his
[Telemachus] [1027] --Still there? I got a card from Bannon. Says he found a sweet young
[Telemachus] [1033] the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones, water
[Telemachus] [1058] --Seymour a bleeding officer! Buck Mulligan said.
[Telemachus] [1078] middle of the creek in two long clean strokes. Haines sat down on a
[Telemachus] [1094] --And twopence, he said, for a pint. Throw it there.
[Telemachus] [1107] Horn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon.
[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
[Nestor] [1140] --There was a battle, sir.
[Nestor] [1147] memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of
[Nestor] [1158] That phrase the world had remembered. A dull ease of the mind. From a
[Nestor] [1159] hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his officers,
[Nestor] [1170] A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. He curled them
[Nestor] [1172] the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy's breath. Welloff people, proud
[Nestor] [1175] --Pyrrhus, sir? Pyrrhus, a pier.
[Nestor] [1178] his classmates, silly glee in profile. In a moment they will laugh more
[Nestor] [1182] what is a pier.
[Nestor] [1184] --A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of a
[Nestor] [1193] --Kingstown pier, Stephen said. Yes, a disappointed bridge.
[Nestor] [1197] --How, sir? Comyn asked. A bridge is across a river.
[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] [1204] often heard, their land a pawnshop.
[Nestor] [1206] Had Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam's hand in Argos or Julius Caesar not
[Nestor] [1213] --Tell us a story, sir.
[Nestor] [1215] --O, do, sir. A ghoststory.
[Nestor] [1227] A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of
[Nestor] [1236] It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible.
[Nestor] [1239] had read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night. By his elbow a
[Nestor] [1240] delicate Siamese conned a handbook of strategy. Fed and feeding brains
[Nestor] [1242] my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of
[Nestor] [1244] thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the
[Nestor] [1262] and on mine. It lies upon their eager faces who offered him a coin of the
[Nestor] [1263] tribute. To Caesar what is Caesar's, to God what is God's. A long look
[Nestor] [1264] from dark eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church's
[Nestor] [1280] --Who can answer a riddle? Stephen asked.
[Nestor] [1286] --A riddle, sir? Ask me, sir.
[Nestor] [1290] --A hard one, sir.
[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] [1318] He stood up and gave a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries
[Nestor] [1321] A stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called:
[Nestor] [1332] On his cheek, dull and bloodless, a soft stain of ink lay, dateshaped,
[Nestor] [1333] recent and damp as a snail's bed.
[Nestor] [1336] headline. Beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature
[Nestor] [1337] with blind loops and a blot. Cyril Sargent: his name and seal.
[Nestor] [1353] Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink, a snail's
[Nestor] [1355] But for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot, a
[Nestor] [1359] more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire, an odour of
[Nestor] [1361] underfoot and had gone, scarcely having been. A poor soul gone to heaven:
[Nestor] [1362] and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur,
[Nestor] [1369] lumberroom: the hollow knock of a ball and calls from the field.
[Nestor] [1376] world, a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not
[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] [1390] childhood bends beside me. Too far for me to lay a hand there once or
[Nestor] [1401] He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
[Nestor] [1425] --Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore
[Nestor] [1440] coins, base treasure of a bog: and ever shall be. And snug in their
[Nestor] [1444] A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his
[Nestor] [1449] He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It
[Nestor] [1461] A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the soft pile of the tablecloth.
[Nestor] [1472] haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers.
[Nestor] [1477] too of beauty and of power. A lump in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed
[Nestor] [1501] --He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said. He made money. A poet, yes,
[Nestor] [1511] --Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That's not English. A French Celt said that. He
[Nestor] [1519] --I PAID MY WAY. I NEVER BORROWED A SHILLING IN MY LIFE. Can you feel
[Nestor] [1525] Reynolds, half a guinea, Koehler, three guineas, Mrs MacKernan, five
[Nestor] [1533] are a generous people but we must also be just.
[Nestor] [1538] the shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs: Albert Edward, prince of
[Nestor] [1545] communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things.
[Nestor] [1552] Stephen sketched a brief gesture.
[Nestor] [1568] A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots. Soft day, sir John!
[Nestor] [1572] --That reminds me, Mr Deasy said. You can do me a favour, Mr Dedalus,
[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] [1580] SENSE. Just a moment.
[Nestor] [1590] 1866. Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their speeds,
[Nestor] [1601] meatfaced woman, a butcher's dame, nuzzling thirstily her clove of orange.
[Nestor] [1603] Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a whirring whistle.
[Nestor] [1605] Again: a goal. I am among them, among their battling bodies in a
[Nestor] [1609] slain, a shout of spearspikes baited with men's bloodied guts.
[Nestor] [1615] --I have put the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy said. It's about the
[Nestor] [1624] agriculture. Pardoned a classical allusion. Cassandra. By a woman who
[Nestor] [1632] Courteous offer a fair trial. Dictates of common sense. Allimportant
[Nestor] [1648] signs of a nation's decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation's
[Nestor] [1653] He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a
[Nestor] [1666] --A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or
[Nestor] [1679] to heap and hoard. Time surely would scatter all. A hoard heaped by the
[Nestor] [1687] He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell
[Nestor] [1690] --History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
[Nestor] [1692] From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: goal.
[Nestor] [1693] What if that nightmare gave you a back kick?
[Nestor] [1706] --A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
[Nestor] [1712] many sins. A woman brought sin into the world. For a woman who was no
[Nestor] [1714] the Greeks made war on Troy. A faithless wife first brought the strangers
[Nestor] [1716] Breffni. A woman too brought Parnell low. Many errors, many failures but
[Nestor] [1717] not the one sin. I am a struggler now at the end of my days. But I will
[Nestor] [1730] this work. You were not born to be a teacher, I think. Perhaps I am
[Nestor] [1733] --A learner rather, Stephen said.
[Nestor] [1755] M.P. There is a meeting of the cattletraders' association today at the
[Nestor] [1768] to break a lance with you, old as I am.
[Nestor] [1776] me a new name: the bullockbefriending bard.
[Nestor] [1798] A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a
[Proteus] [1817] sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, MAESTRO
[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] [1823] shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time. A
[Proteus] [1826] audible. Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a cliff that beetles
[Proteus] [1856] nothing. What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a trailing navelcord,
[Proteus] [1863] no navel. Gaze. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a buckler of taut
[Proteus] [1868] man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her
[Proteus] [1870] ages He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. A LEX ETERNA
[Proteus] [1874] heresiarch' In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. With
[Proteus] [1875] beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower of a
[Proteus] [1883] twelve. By the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile.
[Proteus] [1891] Sally? Couldn't he fly a bit higher than that, eh? And and and and tell
[Proteus] [1899] me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.
[Proteus] [1905] A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me.
[Proteus] [1910] the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the
[Proteus] [1917] common searches and a writ of DUCES TECUM. A bogoak frame over his bald
[Proteus] [1937] Walter squints vainly for a chair.
[Proteus] [1942] Would you like a bite of something? None of your damned lawdeedaw airs
[Proteus] [1943] here. The rich of a rasher fried with a herring? Sure? So much the better.
[Proteus] [1957] you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of
[Proteus] [1960] whom? The hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close. A hater of his
[Proteus] [1965] CALVE, UT NE AMPLIUS DECALVERIS. A garland of grey hair on his comminated
[Proteus] [1966] head see him me clambering down to the footpace (DESCENDE!), clutching a
[Proteus] [1967] monstrance, basiliskeyed. Get down, baldpoll! A choir gives back menace
[Proteus] [1972] And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it.
[Proteus] [1973] Dringdring! And two streets off another locking it into a pyx.
[Proteus] [1974] Dringadring! And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own
[Proteus] [1976] invincible doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his
[Proteus] [1981] Cousin Stephen, you will never be a saint. Isle of saints. You were
[Proteus] [1983] not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the
[Proteus] [1985] street. O SI, CERTO! Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinned round a
[Proteus] [1998] world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them there after a few
[Proteus] [1999] thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay, very like
[Proteus] [2000] a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels
[Proteus] [2003] The grainy sand had gone from under his feet. His boots trod again a
[Proteus] [2007] sewage breath, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden
[Proteus] [2008] of man's ashes. He coasted them, walking warily. A porterbottle stood up,
[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] [2012] a dryingline with two crucified shirts. Ringsend: wigwams of brown
[Proteus] [2019] --QUI VOUS A MIS DANS CETTE FICHUE POSITION?
[Proteus] [2024] MacMahon. Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris. My father's a bird,
[Proteus] [2031] L'EXISTENCE DE DIEU. FAUT PAS LE DIRE A MON P-RE.
[Proteus] [2040] want puce gloves. You were a student, weren't you? Of what in the other
[Proteus] [2050] Proudly walking. Whom were you trying to walk like? Forget: a
[Proteus] [2054] to bloody bits with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass
[Proteus] [2056] right. Shake hands. See what I meant, see? O, that's all right. Shake a
[Proteus] [2064] five tattered numbers of PANTALON BLANC ET CULOTTE ROUGE; a blue
[Proteus] [2072] THEN HERE'S A HEALTH TO MULLIGAN'S AUNT
[Proteus] [2086] housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand. In Rodot's Yvonne
[Proteus] [2095] SETIER! A jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron. She serves me at
[Proteus] [2097] IRLANDE, VOUS SAVEZ AH, OUI! She thought you wanted a cheese HOLLANDAIS.
[Proteus] [2098] Your postprandial, do you know that word? Postprandial. There was a
[Proteus] [2103] Dalcassians, of hopes, conspiracies, of Arthur Griffith now, A E,
[Proteus] [2110] Faure, know how he died? Licentious men. The froeken, BONNE A TOUT FAIRE,
[Proteus] [2112] LES MESSIEURS. Not this MONSIEUR, I said. Most licentious custom. Bath a
[Proteus] [2118] tobaccoshreds catch fire: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Raw
[Proteus] [2120] authentic version. Got up as a young bride, man, veil, orangeblossoms,
[Proteus] [2124] Spurned lover. I was a strapping young gossoon at that time, I tell
[Proteus] [2127] of Clerkenwell and, crouching, saw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward
[Proteus] [2134] Peachy cheeks, a zebra skirt, frisky as a young thing's. Spurned and
[Proteus] [2135] undespairing. Tell Pat you saw me, won't you? I wanted to get poor Pat a
[Proteus] [2160] chairs, my obelisk valise, around a board of abandoned platters. Who to
[Proteus] [2162] A shut door of a silent tower, entombing their--blind bodies, the
[Proteus] [2171] sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant
[Proteus] [2172] in a grike.
[Proteus] [2174] A bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Before him the
[Proteus] [2175] gunwale of a boat, sunk in sand. UN COCHE ENSABLE Louis Veuillot called
[Proteus] [2177] here. And these, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a warren of weasel rats.
[Proteus] [2183] A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the sweep of sand.
[Proteus] [2191] bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf. Dane vikings, torcs
[Proteus] [2193] gold. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting,
[Proteus] [2194] hobbling in the shallows. Then from the starving cagework city a horde of
[Proteus] [2198] Liffey, that I, a changeling, among the spluttering resin fires. I spoke
[Proteus] [2203] A primrose doublet, fortune's knave, smiled on my fear. For that are you
[Proteus] [2206] false scion, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder of a day, and
[Proteus] [2207] Lambert Simnel, with a tail of nans and sutlers, a scullion crowned. All
[Proteus] [2209] drowning and you shake at a cur's yelping. But the courtiers who mocked
[Proteus] [2211] want any of your medieval abstrusiosities. Would you do what he did? A
[Proteus] [2212] boat would be near, a lifebuoy. NATURLICH, put there for you. Would you or
[Proteus] [2215] I would try. I am not a strong swimmer. Water cold soft. When I put my
[Proteus] [2219] my feet. I want his life still to be his, mine to be mine. A drowning man.
[Proteus] [2223] A woman and a man. I see her skirties. Pinned up, I bet.
[Proteus] [2225] Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand, trotting, sniffing
[Proteus] [2226] on all sides. Looking for something lost in a past life. Suddenly he made
[Proteus] [2227] off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a
[Proteus] [2229] turned, bounded back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks. On a field
[Proteus] [2230] tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. At the lacefringe of the tide
[Proteus] [2236] Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping,
[Proteus] [2240] they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from
[Proteus] [2241] his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a
[Proteus] [2243] round it, brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffling rapidly like a
[Proteus] [2250] The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless
[Proteus] [2251] kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight. He
[Proteus] [2252] slunk back in a curve. Doesn't see me. Along by the edge of the mole he
[Proteus] [2253] lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock. and from under a cocked hindleg pissed
[Proteus] [2259] again with a fury of his claws, soon ceasing, a pard, a panther, got in
[Proteus] [2269] feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick
[Proteus] [2277] dell! A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags. Fumbally's lane that
[Proteus] [2283] COUCH A HOGSHEAD WITH ME THEN.
[Proteus] [2294] A side eye at my Hamlet hat. If I were suddenly naked here as I sit? I
[Proteus] [2297] trains, drags, trascines her load. A tide westering, moondrawn, in her
[Proteus] [2299] a winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon. In sleep the wet sign
[Proteus] [2305] Here. Put a pin in that chap, will you? My tablets. Mouth to her kiss.
[Proteus] [2314] Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and
[Proteus] [2321] his augur's rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea,
[Proteus] [2322] unbeheld, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars.
[Proteus] [2325] anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field. Somewhere
[Proteus] [2328] hatched on its field. Hold hard. Coloured on a flat: yes, that's right.
[Proteus] [2333] a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more.
[Proteus] [2341] a grief and kickshaws, a lady of letters. Talk that to someone else,
[Proteus] [2342] Stevie: a pickmeup. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders
[Proteus] [2351] scribbled note and pencil into a pock his hat. His hat down on his eyes.
[Proteus] [2361] His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck's castoffs,
[Proteus] [2365] girl I knew in Paris. TIENS, QUEL PETIT PIED! Staunch friend, a brother
[Proteus] [2372] low rocks, swirling, passing. Better get this job over quick. Listen: a
[Proteus] [2386] men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a toil of waters.
[Proteus] [2389] said. Found drowned. High water at Dublin bar. Driving before it a loose
[Proteus] [2390] drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. A corpse rising
[Proteus] [2391] saltwhite from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward.
[Proteus] [2395] Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. A quiver of minnows, fat of a
[Proteus] [2398] mountain. Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous
[Proteus] [2402] A seachange this, brown eyes saltblue. Seadeath, mildest of all deaths
[Proteus] [2404] you give it a fair trial. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.
[Proteus] [2417] That one is going too. Shells. Ought I go to a dentist, I wonder, with
[Proteus] [2425] He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock,
[Proteus] [2430] He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through
[Proteus] [2431] the air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the
[Proteus] [2432] crosstrees, homing, upstream, silently moving, a silent ship.
[Calypso] [2439] liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart,
[Calypso] [2441] liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of
[Calypso] [2447] a bit peckish.
[Calypso] [2455] round a leg of the table with tail on high.
[Calypso] [2461] The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the
[Calypso] [2476] look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.
[Calypso] [2479] chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.
[Calypso] [2489] warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.
[Calypso] [2499] drouth. Want pure fresh water. Thursday: not a good day either for a
[Calypso] [2500] mutton kidney at Buckley's. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better
[Calypso] [2501] a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. She lapped
[Calypso] [2508] she likes in the morning. Still perhaps: once in a way.
[Calypso] [2512] --I'm going round the corner. Be back in a minute.
[Calypso] [2518] A sleepy soft grunt answered:
[Calypso] [2522] No. She didn't want anything. He heard then a warm heavy sigh, softer, as
[Calypso] [2526] Ah yes! of course. Bought it at the governor's auction. Got a short
[Calypso] [2527] knock. Hard as nails at a bargain, old Tweedy. Yes, sir. At Plevna that
[Calypso] [2542] gently over the threshold, a limp lid. Looked shut. All right till I come
[Calypso] [2546] seventyfive. The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. Be a
[Calypso] [2549] that light suit. Make a picnic of it. His eyelids sank quietly often as
[Calypso] [2553] dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep
[Calypso] [2554] it up for ever never grow a day older technically. Walk along a strand,
[Calypso] [2555] strange land, come to a city gate, sentry there, old ranker too, old
[Calypso] [2556] Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning on a long kind of a spear. Wander
[Calypso] [2558] shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled
[Calypso] [2560] sherbet. Dander along all day. Might meet a robber or two. Well, meet
[Calypso] [2562] priest with a scroll rolled up. A shiver of the trees, signal, the
[Calypso] [2563] evening wind. I pass on. Fading gold sky. A mother watches me from her
[Calypso] [2566] garters. Strings. Listen. A girl playing one of those instruments what do
[Calypso] [2569] Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read: in the track
[Calypso] [2571] Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the FREEMAN leader: a
[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] [2587] to a tee with his eyes screwed up. Do you know what I'm going to tell
[Calypso] [2591] Stop and say a word: about the funeral perhaps. Sad thing about poor
[Calypso] [2609] passing a pub. Save it they can't. Off the drunks perhaps. Put down three
[Calypso] [2610] and carry five. What is that, a bob here and there, dribs and drabs. On
[Calypso] [2611] the wholesale orders perhaps. Doing a double shuffle with the town
[Calypso] [2617] memory. Or a lilt. Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee
[Calypso] [2627] A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish: the last. He stood
[Calypso] [2629] items from a slip in her hand? Chapped: washingsoda. And a pound and a
[Calypso] [2632] allowed. Strong pair of arms. Whacking a carpet on the clothesline. She
[Calypso] [2636] blotchy fingers, sausagepink. Sound meat there: like a stallfed heifer.
[Calypso] [2638] He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets: the model farm at
[Calypso] [2642] nearer, the title, the blurred cropping cattle, the page rustling. A
[Calypso] [2645] hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on a
[Calypso] [2646] ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their
[Calypso] [2652] sausages and made a red grimace.
[Calypso] [2656] She tendered a coin, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out.
[Calypso] [2667] disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast. For another: a
[Calypso] [2673] His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket.
[Calypso] [2680] A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his gaze
[Calypso] [2693] pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives,
[Calypso] [2695] irrigation. Every year you get a sending of the crop. Your name entered
[Calypso] [2703] jars, eh? I have a few left from Andrews. Molly spitting them out. Knows
[Calypso] [2711] be without a flaw, he said. Coming all that way: Spain, Gibraltar,
[Calypso] [2713] ticking them off in a book, navvies handling them barefoot in soiled
[Calypso] [2715] you know just to salute bit of a bore. His back is like that Norwegian
[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] [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] [2736] chilling his blood: age crusting him with a salt cloak. Well, I am here
[Calypso] [2741] parlour windows plastered with bills. Plasters on a sore eye. To smell
[Calypso] [2746] sandals, along the brightening footpath. Runs, she runs to meet me, a
[Calypso] [2749] Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered
[Calypso] [2762] --A letter for me from Milly, he said carefully, and a card to you. And a
[Calypso] [2780] with a snug sigh.
[Calypso] [2797] On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. He scalded and
[Calypso] [2820] I'D RATHER HAVE YOU WITHOUT A FARTHING
[Calypso] [2824] Poor old professor Goodwin. Dreadful old case. Still he was a courteous
[Calypso] [2830] He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the
[Calypso] [2838] --What a time you were! she said.
[Calypso] [2842] bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. The warmth of
[Calypso] [2846] A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In the act
[Calypso] [2862] --Would you like the window open a little?
[Calypso] [2864] She doubled a slice of bread into her mouth, asking:
[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] [2885] --Show here, she said. I put a mark in it. There's a word I wanted to ask
[Calypso] [2888] She swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by nothandle and, having
[Calypso] [2915] metamspychosis. That we live after death. Our souls. That a man's soul
[Calypso] [2950] used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for
[Calypso] [2956] --There's a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the fire?
[Calypso] [2962] hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork's legs. Pungent smoke shot
[Calypso] [2963] up in an angry jet from a side of the pan. By prodding a prong of the
[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] [2971] to a turn. A mouthful of tea. Then he cut away dies of bread, sopped one
[Calypso] [2973] student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side, reading it
[Calypso] [2986] a few friends to make a scrap picnic. Give my love to mummy and to
[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] [3012] piece of kidney. Twelve and six a week. Not much. Still, she might do
[Calypso] [3013] worse. Music hall stage. Young student. He drank a draught of cooler tea
[Calypso] [3017] happened. Of course it might. Wait in any case till it does. A wild piece
[Calypso] [3023] in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a little. Was
[Calypso] [3025] old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky. Her pale blue scarf loose in the
[Calypso] [3046] A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. Will happen,
[Calypso] [3051] Better where she is down there: away. Occupy her. Wanted a dog to pass
[Calypso] [3052] the time. Might take a trip down there. August bank holiday, only two and
[Calypso] [3053] six return. Six weeks off, however. Might work a press pass. Or through
[Calypso] [3058] Wants to go out. Wait before a door sometime it will open. Let her wait.
[Calypso] [3062] He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up,
[Calypso] [3070] A paper. He liked to read at stool. Hope no ape comes knocking just as
[Calypso] [3075] bounds. Ah, wanted to go upstairs, curl up in a ball on the bed.
[Calypso] [3085] He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall. Make
[Calypso] [3086] a summerhouse here. Scarlet runners. Virginia creepers. Want to manure
[Calypso] [3087] the whole place over, scabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur. All soil
[Calypso] [3100] brillantined hair over his collar. Just had a wash and brushup. Wonder
[Calypso] [3101] have I time for a bath this morning. Tara street. Chap in the paybox
[Calypso] [3111] through a chink up at the nextdoor windows. The king was in his
[Calypso] [3115] on his bared knees. Something new and easy. No great hurry. Keep it a
[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] [3135] Might manage a sketch. By Mr and Mrs L. M. Bloom. Invent a story for some
[Calypso] [3140] possessed me to buy this comb? 9.24. I'm swelled after that cabbage. A
[Calypso] [3148] Why? I noticed he had a good rich smell off his breath dancing. No use
[Calypso] [3167] A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George's
[Calypso] [3176] Quarter to. There again: the overtone following through the air, a third.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3188] By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal
[Lotus-Eaters] [3189] linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3191] if he smokes he won't grow. O let him! His life isn't such a bed of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3197] Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a lark. Police tout. Her name
[Lotus-Eaters] [3199] bagged it. Bury him cheap in a whatyoumaycall. With my tooraloom,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3205] Kernan. Couldn't ask him at a funeral, though. While his eyes still read
[Lotus-Eaters] [3210] into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3219] doing a hand's turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3225] back, reading a book with a parasol open. Couldn't sink if you tried: so
[Lotus-Eaters] [3228] is equal to the weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High
[Lotus-Eaters] [3237] from his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a baton and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3240] it means. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3247] While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the recruiting
[Lotus-Eaters] [3252] The postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3263] Castoff soldier. There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. No, he's a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3271] as a fireman or a bobby. A mason, yes.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3274] that would mend matters. His hand went into his pocket and a forefinger
[Lotus-Eaters] [3276] Women will pay a lot of heed, I don't think. His fingers drew forth the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3301] A photo it isn't. A badge maybe.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3314] a day like this, looks like blanketcloth. Careless stand of her with her
[Lotus-Eaters] [3323] Doran Lyons in Conway's. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In came
[Lotus-Eaters] [3324] Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath
[Lotus-Eaters] [3344] He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3353] A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3360] --Yes, yes, Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Another gone.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3387] --My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3404] --It's a kind of a tour, don't you see, Mr Bloom said thoughtfully.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3405] SWEEEET SONG. There's a committee formed. Part shares and part profits.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3418] will you? I'd like to go but I mightn't be able, you see. There's a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3431] my job. Valise I have a particular fancy for. Leather. Capped corners,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3438] way: for a little ballad. No guts in it. You and me, don't you know: in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3440] the difference? Think he's that way inclined a bit. Against my grain
[Lotus-Eaters] [3451] impersonator. Perhaps he was a woman. Why Ophelia committed suicide. Poor
[Lotus-Eaters] [3473] He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing
[Lotus-Eaters] [3478] Gelded too: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their
[Lotus-Eaters] [3487] NON. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Sociable. Shout a few flying
[Lotus-Eaters] [3497] Ruins and tenements. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court
[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] [3500] wise tabby, a blinking sphinx, watched from her warm sill. Pity to disturb
[Lotus-Eaters] [3501] them. Mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her. Open it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3506] A flower. I think it's a. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Not
[Lotus-Eaters] [3520] idea. I have never felt myself so much drawn to a man as you. I feel so
[Lotus-Eaters] [3521] bad about. Please write me a long letter and tell me more. Remember if you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3525] all. Goodbye now, naughty darling, I have such a bad headache. today. and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3536] because no-one can hear. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Then
[Lotus-Eaters] [3538] a word. Angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3545] did she wrote it herself. Doing the indignant: a girl of good
[Lotus-Eaters] [3548] round corners. Bad as a row with Molly. Cigar has a cooling effect.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3550] course. Brutal, why not? Try it anyhow. A bit at a time.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3567] It? Them. Such a bad headache. Has her roses probably. Or sitting all day
[Lotus-Eaters] [3569] use. Now could you make out a thing like that?
[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] [3585] more: all. Then a sigh: silence. Long long long rest.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3589] sank in the dank air: a white flutter, then all sank.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3591] Henry Flower. You could tear up a cheque for a hundred pounds in
[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] [3595] his shirt four times a day, they say. Skin breeds lice or vermin. A
[Lotus-Eaters] [3596] million pounds, wait a moment. Twopence a pint, fourpence a quart,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3597] eightpence a gallon of porter, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3601] What am I saying barrels? Gallons. About a million barrels all the same.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3605] bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing together,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3606] winding through mudflats all over the level land, a lazy pooling swirl of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3612] for a pass to Mullingar.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3625] Farley who looked a fool but wasn't. They're taught that. He's not going
[Lotus-Eaters] [3628] round in a ring with blub lips, entranced, listening. Still life. Lap it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3638] benches with crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed. A batch knelt
[Lotus-Eaters] [3640] thing in his hands. He stopped at each, took out a communion, shook a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3643] next one: a small old woman. The priest bent down to put it into her
[Lotus-Eaters] [3647] only swallow it down. Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse. Why the cannibals
[Lotus-Eaters] [3651] one, and seek their places. He approached a bench and seated himself in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3657] happy. Lollipop. It does. Yes, bread of angels it's called. There's a big
[Lotus-Eaters] [3659] communicants. Hokypoky penny a lump. Then feel all like one family party,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3661] so lonely. In our confraternity. Then come out a bit spreeish. Let off
[Lotus-Eaters] [3668] an instant before it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace
[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] [3682] now that's a good name for them, there's always something shiftylooking
[Lotus-Eaters] [3693] worse than another coming along, cadging for a drink. Queer the whole
[Lotus-Eaters] [3698] that instrument talk, the VIBRATO: fifty pounds a year they say he had in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3702] Could hear a pin drop. I told her to pitch her voice against that corner.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3710] example too. They had a gay old time while it lasted. Healthy too,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3712] Chartreuse. Still, having eunuchs in their choir that was coming it a bit
[Lotus-Eaters] [3715] Kind of a placid. No worry. Fall into flesh, don't they? Gluttons, tall,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3724] in Latin. Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a card:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3765] the time? Women enjoy it. Never tell you. But we. Excuse, miss, there's a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3766] (whh!) just a (whh!) fluff. Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3770] into the light. He stood a moment unseeing by the cold black marble bowl
[Lotus-Eaters] [3772] low tide of holy water. Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3783] up last? Wait. I changed a sovereign I remember. First of the month it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3790] Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3794] to physic himself a bit. Electuary or emulsion. The first fellow that
[Lotus-Eaters] [3795] picked an herb to cure himself had a bit of pluck. Simples. Want to be
[Lotus-Eaters] [3802] --About a fortnight ago, sir?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3823] worse. But you want a perfume too. What perfume does your? PEAU D'ESPAGNE.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3825] curd soap. Time to get a bath round the corner. Hammam. Turkish. Massage.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3826] Dirt gets rolled up in your navel. Nicer if a nice girl did it. Also I
[Lotus-Eaters] [3831] --Yes, sir, the chemist said. That was two and nine. Have you brought a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3839] Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3841] --I'll take this one, he said. That makes three and a penny.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3853] --Hello, Bloom. What's the best news? Is that today's? Show us a minute.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3859] a wash too. Take off the rough dirt. Good morning, have you used Pears'
[Lotus-Eaters] [3871] --Ascot. Gold cup. Wait, Bantam Lyons muttered. Half a mo. Maximum
[Lotus-Eaters] [3890] Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3894] embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America. Keeps a hotel now. They
[Lotus-Eaters] [3898] of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see. He
[Lotus-Eaters] [3900] up like a cod in a pot. Damn bad ad. Now if they had made it round like a
[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] [3911] street club with a slog to square leg. Donnybrook fair more in their line.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3916] Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle
[Lotus-Eaters] [3919] He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3924] a languid floating flower.
[Hades] [3949] over. Extraordinary the interest they take in a corpse. Glad to see us go
[Hades] [3954] Wash and shampoo. I believe they clip the nails and the hair. Keep a bit
[Hades] [3962] nearer: then horses' hoofs. A jolt. Their carriage began to move, creaking
[Hades] [3978] --That's a fine old custom, he said. I am glad to see it has not died out.
[Hades] [3982] road past Watery lane. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, clad in
[Hades] [3983] mourning, a wide hat.
[Hades] [3985] --There's a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, he said.
[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] [4017] --He's in with a lowdown crowd, Mr Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan is a
[Hades] [4020] it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother or his
[Hades] [4021] aunt or whatever she is that will open her eye as wide as a gate. I'll
[Hades] [4026] --I won't have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son. A counterjumper's
[Hades] [4034] Strange feeling it would be. From me. Just a chance. Must have been that
[Hades] [4037] She had that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched. Give us a
[Hades] [4049] Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Still, she's a dear girl. Soon
[Hades] [4050] be a woman. Mullingar. Dearest Papli. Young student. Yes, yes: a woman
[Hades] [4055] --Corny might have given us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power said.
[Hades] [4065] --Someone seems to have been making a picnic party here lately, Mr Power
[Hades] [4111] Leopold, is my last wish. Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave. A
[Hades] [4115] A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of
[Hades] [4116] shower spray dots over the grey flags. Apart. Curious. Like through a
[Hades] [4121] --A pity it did not keep up fine, Martin Cunningham said.
[Hades] [4126] hurled a mute curse at the sky.
[Hades] [4128] --It's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he said.
[Hades] [4164] his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month's mind: Quinlan.
[Hades] [4168] IT IS NOW A MONTH SINCE DEAR HENRY FLED
[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] [4183] A pointsman's back straightened itself upright suddenly against a
[Hades] [4186] would lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job
[Hades] [4189] Antient concert rooms. Nothing on there. A man in a buff suit with a
[Hades] [4198] Cunningham could work a pass for the Gaiety. Have to stand a drink or
[Hades] [4217] white disc of a straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed.
[Hades] [4222] feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that. My nails. I am just
[Hades] [4223] looking at them: well pared. And after: thinking alone. Body getting a bit
[Hades] [4236] --O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It's a good
[Hades] [4255] Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and
[Hades] [4256] clasped them. Smith O'Brien. Someone has laid a bunch of flowers there.
[Hades] [4260] Oot: a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares, his
[Hades] [4263] --Four bootlaces for a penny.
[Hades] [4268] too. Terrible comedown, poor wretch! Kicked about like snuff at a wake.
[Hades] [4274] Beautiful on that TRE her voice is: weeping tone. A thrush. A throstle.
[Hades] [4275] There is a word throstle that expresses that.
[Hades] [4278] over the ears. MADAME: smiling. I smiled back. A smile goes a long way.
[Hades] [4282] quick. Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of
[Hades] [4291] A tall blackbearded figure, bent on a stick, stumping round the corner
[Hades] [4292] of Elvery's Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his spine.
[Hades] [4320] --There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined to send
[Hades] [4330] Mr Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.
[Hades] [4342] --Dead! Martin Cunningham cried. Not he! A boatman got a pole and
[Hades] [4348] --And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said, gave the boatman a florin for
[Hades] [4351] A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power's hand.
[Hades] [4353] --O, he did, Martin Cunningham affirmed. Like a hero. A silver florin.
[Hades] [4363] --Eight plums a penny! Eight for a penny!
[Hades] [4365] --We had better look a little serious, Martin Cunningham said.
[Hades] [4369] --Ah then indeed, he said, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a laugh.
[Hades] [4370] Many a good one he told himself.
[Hades] [4373] fingers. Poor Paddy! I little thought a week ago when I saw him last and
[Hades] [4377] --As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, Mr Dedalus said. He went
[Hades] [4384] Blazing face: redhot. Too much John Barleycorn. Cure for a red
[Hades] [4385] nose. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent
[Hades] [4390] --He had a sudden death, poor fellow, he said.
[Hades] [4396] --No suffering, he said. A moment and all is over. Like dying in sleep.
[Hades] [4407] corner, galloping. A tiny coffin flashed by. In a hurry to bury. A
[Hades] [4409] Dun for a nun.
[Hades] [4411] --Sad, Martin Cunningham said. A child.
[Hades] [4413] A dwarf's face, mauve and wrinkled like little Rudy's was. Dwarf's
[Hades] [4414] body, weak as putty, in a whitelined deal box. Burial friendly society
[Hades] [4415] pays. Penny a week for a sod of turf. Our. Little. Beggar. Baby.
[Hades] [4422] his bones. Over the stones. Only a pauper. Nobody owns.
[Hades] [4433] must take a charitable view of it.
[Hades] [4435] --They say a man who does it is a coward, Mr Dedalus said.
[Hades] [4441] Like Shakespeare's face. Always a good word to say. They have no
[Hades] [4443] used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it
[Hades] [4445] riverbed clutching rushes. He looked at me. And that awful drunkard of a
[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] [4476] --I hope not, Martin Cunningham said. That will be a great race tomorrow
[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] [4492] galloped round a corner: stopped.
[Hades] [4496] A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing,
[Hades] [4510] lost: all that raw stuff, hide, hair, horns. Comes to a big thing in a
[Hades] [4517] --I can't make out why the corporation doesn't run a tramline from the
[Hades] [4529] --O, that be damned for a story, Mr Dedalus said. Pullman car and saloon
[Hades] [4532] --A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Power added.
[Hades] [4549] Bom! Upset. A coffin bumped out on to the road. Burst open. Paddy
[Hades] [4550] Dignam shot out and rolling over stiff in the dust in a brown habit too
[Hades] [4559] A pause by the wayside. Tiptop position for a pub. Expect we'll pull up
[Hades] [4563] But suppose now it did happen. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him in
[Hades] [4566] would be better to bury them in red: a dark red.
[Hades] [4573] Water rushed roaring through the sluices. A man stood on his
[Hades] [4574] dropping barge, between clamps of turf. On the towpath by the lock a
[Hades] [4578] on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of
[Hades] [4580] Moyvalley, I could make a walking tour to see Milly by the canal. Or cycle
[Hades] [4582] auction but a lady's. Developing waterways. James M'Cann's hobby to row
[Hades] [4585] Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Dropping down lock by lock to
[Hades] [4619] --So it is, Mr Dedalus said. A gruesome case. Seymour Bushe got him off.
[Hades] [4631] They love reading about it. Man's head found in a garden. Her clothing
[Hades] [4633] Murderer is still at large. Clues. A shoelace. The body to be exhumed.
[Hades] [4656] Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley. Pomp of death.
[Hades] [4657] Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit.
[Hades] [4667] A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread,
[Hades] [4668] dragging through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which lay a
[Hades] [4673] a bloodvessel or something. Do they know what they cart out here every
[Hades] [4679] Mourners came out through the gates: woman and a girl. Leanjawed
[Hades] [4680] harpy, hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry. Girl's face stained with
[Hades] [4681] dirt and tears, holding the woman's arm, looking up at her for a sign to
[Hades] [4703] He glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes
[Hades] [4715] --A sad case, Mr Bloom said gently. Five young children.
[Hades] [4717] --A great blow to the poor wife, Mr Kernan added.
[Hades] [4729] a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial mourning. But in
[Hades] [4730] the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of hearts.
[Hades] [4731] All for a shadow. Consort not even a king. Her son was the substance.
[Hades] [4737] seen you for a month of Sundays.
[Hades] [4750] --Martin is going to get up a whip for the youngsters, Ned Lambert said,
[Hades] [4751] pointing ahead. A few bob a skull. Just to keep them going till the
[Hades] [4757] behind. He put down his name for a quid.
[Hades] [4764] --Many a good man's fault, Mr Dedalus said with a sigh.
[Hades] [4774] After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened
[Hades] [4776] candles at its corners. Always in front of us. Corny Kelleher, laying a
[Hades] [4783] A server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through
[Hades] [4784] a door. The whitesmocked priest came after him, tidying his stole with one
[Hades] [4785] hand, balancing with the other a little book against his toad's belly.
[Hades] [4789] with a fluent croak.
[Hades] [4791] Father Coffey. I knew his name was like a coffin. DOMINE-NAMINE.
[Hades] [4794] sideways like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. With a belly on him
[Hades] [4795] like a poisoned pup. Most amusing expressions that man finds. Hhhn: burst
[Hades] [4803] the gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please. Eyes of a toad
[Hades] [4808] lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to bore a hole in the coffins
[Hades] [4810] whiff of that and you're a doner.
[Hades] [4814] The priest took a stick with a knob at the end of it out of the boy's
[Hades] [4827] What harm if he could see what he was shaking it over. Every mortal day a
[Hades] [4836] Tiresome kind of a job. But he has to say something.
[Hades] [4845] ground the gravel with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots
[Hades] [4846] followed the trundled barrow along a lane of sepulchres.
[Hades] [4860] Breaking down, he began to weep to himself quietly, stumbling a little
[Hades] [4865] --I suppose so, Mr Dedalus said with a weak gasp. I suppose she is in
[Hades] [4866] heaven if there is a heaven.
[Hades] [4876] do so too. We are the last. This cemetery is a treacherous place.
[Hades] [4896] --I AM THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE. That touches a man's inmost heart.
[Hades] [4902] Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood
[Hades] [4910] a skull. Twelve grammes one pennyweight. Troy measure.
[Hades] [4934] he was a finelooking woman. I danced with her, wait, fifteen seventeen
[Hades] [4935] golden years ago, at Mat Dillon's in Roundtown. And a good armful she
[Hades] [4945] --Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely's. A traveller for blottingpaper.
[Hades] [4947] --In God's name, John Henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon like
[Hades] [4954] The barrow turned into a side lane. A portly man, ambushed among
[Hades] [4958] --John O'Connell, Mr Power said pleased. He never forgets a friend.
[Hades] [4964] --My dear Simon, the caretaker answered in a low voice. I don't want your
[Hades] [4976] a discreet tone to their vacant smiles.
[Hades] [4979] evening to look for the grave of a friend of theirs. They asked for
[Hades] [4982] out the name: Terence Mulcahy. The other drunk was blinking up at a statue
[Hades] [4988] --And, after blinking up at the sacred figure, NOT A BLOODY BIT LIKE THE
[Hades] [4994] --That's all done with a purpose, Martin Cunningham explained to Hynes.
[Hades] [4998] --To cheer a fellow up, Martin Cunningham said. It's pure goodheartedness:
[Hades] [5007] of a shave. Grey sprouting beard. That's the first sign when the hairs
[Hades] [5013] yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be a descendant I suppose who is this used
[Hades] [5014] to say he was a queer breedy man great catholic all the same like a big
[Hades] [5016] off it to conceive at all. Women especially are so touchy. Tell her a
[Hades] [5017] ghost story in bed to make her sleep. Have you ever seen a ghost? Well, I
[Hades] [5018] have. It was a pitchdark night. The clock was on the stroke of twelve.
[Hades] [5020] graveyards. Learn anything if taken young. You might pick up a young
[Hades] [5027] He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field
[Hades] [5030] ground in a landslip with his hand pointing. All honeycombed the ground
[Hades] [5038] for fruit garden. A bargain. By carcass of William Wilkinson, auditor
[Hades] [5044] quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy
[Hades] [5045] kind of a cheesy. Then begin to get black, black treacle oozing out of
[Hades] [5050] But they must breed a devil of a lot of maggots. Soil must be simply
[Hades] [5052] seaside gurls. He looks cheerful enough over it. Gives him a sense of
[Hades] [5055] bulletin. Spurgeon went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning. 11 p.m.
[Hades] [5058] fashion. A juicy pear or ladies' punch, hot, strong and sweet. Keep out
[Hades] [5062] of mourning first. Hard to imagine his funeral. Seems a sort of a joke.
[Hades] [5078] Now who is he I'd like to know? Now I'd give a trifle to know who he is.
[Hades] [5079] Always someone turns up you never dreamt of. A fellow could live on his
[Hades] [5084] Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.
[Hades] [5092] them all it does seem a waste of wood. All gnawed through. They could
[Hades] [5093] invent a handsome bier with a kind of panel sliding, let it down that way.
[Hades] [5096] Only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in the one coffin. I see what
[Hades] [5119] Far away a donkey brayed. Rain. No such ass. Never see a dead one,
[Hades] [5122] Gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads in a whisper. Whisper.
[Hades] [5126] go next. Well, it is a long rest. Feel no more. It's the moment you feel.
[Hades] [5130] you like to see a priest? Then rambling and wandering. Delirium all you
[Hades] [5135] him a woman. Dying to embrace her in his shirt. Last act of LUCIA.
[Hades] [5137] talk about you a bit: forget you. Don't forget to pray for him.
[Hades] [5139] they follow: dropping into a hole, one after the other.
[Hades] [5155] a telephone in the coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole. Flag of
[Hades] [5161] The caretaker moved away a few paces and put on his hat. Had
[Hades] [5179] Good idea a postmortem for doctors. Find out what they imagine they
[Hades] [5180] know. He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few
[Hades] [5199] Didn't hear. What? Where has he disappeared to? Not a sign. Well of
[Hades] [5203] A seventh gravedigger came beside Mr Bloom to take up an idle spade.
[Hades] [5210] A mound of damp clods rose more, rose, and the gravediggers rested their
[Hades] [5211] spades. All uncovered again for a few instants. The boy propped his wreath
[Hades] [5212] against a corner: the brother-in-law his on a lump. The gravediggers put
[Hades] [5215] haft a long tuft of grass. One, leaving his mates, walked slowly on with
[Hades] [5222] staying at whiles to read a name on a tomb.
[Hades] [5243] anybody really? Plant him and have done with him. Like down a coalshoot.
[Hades] [5250] I travelled for cork lino. I paid five shillings in the pound. Or a
[Hades] [5251] woman's with her saucepan. I cooked good Irish stew. Eulogy in a country
[Hades] [5256] have a quiet smoke and read the CHURCH TIMES. Marriage ads they never
[Hades] [5262] A bird sat tamely perched on a poplar branch. Like stuffed. Like the
[Hades] [5263] wedding present alderman Hooper gave us. Hoo! Not a budge out of him.
[Hades] [5265] Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the kitchen matchbox, a
[Hades] [5269] sideways and red it should be painted like a real heart. Ireland was
[Hades] [5279] the voice, yes: gramophone. Have a gramophone in every grave or keep it
[Hades] [5280] in the house. After dinner on a Sunday. Put on poor old greatgrandfather.
[Hades] [5287] Rtststr! A rattle of pebbles. Wait. Stop!
[Hades] [5289] He looked down intently into a stone crypt. Some animal. Wait.
[Hades] [5302] One of those chaps would make short work of a fellow. Pick the
[Hades] [5303] bones clean no matter who it was. Ordinary meat for them. A corpse is
[Hades] [5305] VOYAGES IN CHINA that the Chinese say a white man smells like a corpse.
[Hades] [5310] Drowning they say is the pleasantest. See your whole life in a flash. But
[Hades] [5311] being brought back to life no. Can't bury in the air however. Out of a
[Hades] [5312] flying machine. Wonder does the news go about whenever a fresh one is let
[Hades] [5319] Enough of this place. Brings you a bit nearer every time. Last time I was
[Hades] [5321] even scraping up the earth at night with a lantern like that case I read
[Hades] [5323] gravesores. Give you the creeps after a bit. I will appear to you after
[Hades] [5330] Martin Cunningham emerged from a sidepath, talking gravely.
[Hades] [5337] of mine: the bias. Why he took such a rooted dislike to me. Hate at first
[Hades] [5341] Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.
[Hades] [5347] --Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said pointing.
[Hades] [5362] behind a few paces so as not to overhear. Martin laying down the law.
[Hades] [5363] Martin could wind a sappyhead like that round his little finger, without
[Aeolus] [5388] Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a
[Aeolus] [5419] in a large capecoat, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out
[Aeolus] [5420] with a roll of papers under his cape, a king's courier.
[Aeolus] [5427] --Of course, if he wants a par, Red Murray said earnestly, a pen behind
[Aeolus] [5430] --Right, Mr Bloom said with a nod. I'll rub that in.
[Aeolus] [5443] Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a
[Aeolus] [5447] umbrella, a solemn beardframed face. The broadcloth back ascended each
[Aeolus] [5480] A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the counter
[Aeolus] [5481] and stepped off posthaste with a word:
[Aeolus] [5489] A meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflap, as he
[Aeolus] [5490] passed in through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage,
[Aeolus] [5495] packing paper. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards
[Aeolus] [5502] OF A MOST RESPECTED DUBLIN BURGESS
[Aeolus] [5506] Smash a man to atoms if they got him caught. Rule the world today. His
[Aeolus] [5511] HOW A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS TURNED OUT
[Aeolus] [5514] Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.
[Aeolus] [5518] worth. It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not the stale news in
[Aeolus] [5525] Editor, what is a good cure for flatulence? I'd like that part. Learn a
[Aeolus] [5526] lot teaching others. The personal note. M. A. P. Mainly all pictures.
[Aeolus] [5534] Monkeydoodle the whole thing. Want a cool head.
[Aeolus] [5540] The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a corner of the
[Aeolus] [5541] sheet and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over
[Aeolus] [5578] Hell of a racket they make. He doesn't hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves.
[Aeolus] [5589] foreman's sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice, and beyond the
[Aeolus] [5601] --Like that, see. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name.
[Aeolus] [5607] in leaded: the house of keys. You see? Do you think that's a good idea?
[Aeolus] [5621] --I can get it, Mr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a house
[Aeolus] [5622] there too. I'll just run out and ask him. Well, you can do that and just a
[Aeolus] [5628] --We can do that, he said. Let him give us a three months' renewal.
[Aeolus] [5630] A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to check it
[Aeolus] [5640] view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a
[Aeolus] [5641] harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear
[Aeolus] [5642] under a cemetery wall. Silly, isn't it? Cemetery put in of course on
[Aeolus] [5666] --Monks, sir? a voice asked from the castingbox.
[Aeolus] [5674] --Then I'll get the design, Mr Nannetti, he said, and you'll give it a
[Aeolus] [5686] A DAYFATHER
[Aeolus] [5693] Sober serious man with a bit in the savingsbank I'd say. Wife a good cook
[Aeolus] [5701] He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.
[Aeolus] [5710] dog kills the cat. Sounds a bit silly till you come to look into it well.
[Aeolus] [5725] those walls with matches? Looks as if they did it for a bet. Heavy greasy
[Aeolus] [5737] A sudden screech of laughter came from the EVENING TELEGRAPH office. Know
[Aeolus] [5738] who that is. What's up? Pop in a minute to phone. Ned Lambert it is.
[Aeolus] [5752] --Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse?
[Aeolus] [5779] High falutin stuff. Bladderbags. Ned Lambert is taking a day off I
[Aeolus] [5780] see. Rather upsets a man's day, a funeral does. He has influence they say.
[Aeolus] [5792] --A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh answered
[Aeolus] [5838] That hectic flush spells finis for a man. Touch and go with him. What's in
[Aeolus] [5854] Practice dwindling. A mighthavebeen. Losing heart. Gambling. Debts
[Aeolus] [5860] they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same
[Aeolus] [5892] --O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and onions!
[Aeolus] [5899] instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's
[Aeolus] [5913] a grip of them by the stomach.
[Aeolus] [5915] The inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face,
[Aeolus] [5916] crested by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. The bold blue eyes
[Aeolus] [5925] --Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink
[Aeolus] [5933] towards Mr Bloom's face, shadowed by a smile.
[Aeolus] [5944] --Where was that, Myles? Ned Lambert asked with a reflective glance at
[Aeolus] [5958] --A perfect cretic! the professor said. Long, short and long.
[Aeolus] [5964] He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking
[Aeolus] [5965] off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant
[Aeolus] [5972] --Just a moment, Mr Crawford, he said. I just want to phone about an ad.
[Aeolus] [5977] to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder.
[Aeolus] [5995] --Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O.
[Aeolus] [6012] --Throw him out and shut the door, the editor said. There's a hurricane
[Aeolus] [6038] A COLLISION ENSUES
[Aeolus] [6045] a grimace.
[Aeolus] [6047] --My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt? I'm in a
[Aeolus] [6052] He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee:
[Aeolus] [6059] slapped the heavy pages over. The noise of two shrill voices, a
[Aeolus] [6074] He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who,
[Aeolus] [6092] A STREET CORTEGE
[Aeolus] [6096] Bloom's wake, the last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kite, a
[Aeolus] [6107] --What's that? Myles Crawford said with a start. Where are the other two
[Aeolus] [6110] --Who? the professor said, turning. They're gone round to the Oval for a
[Aeolus] [6119] --He's pretty well on, professor MacHugh said in a low voice.
[Aeolus] [6121] --Seems to be, J. J. O'Molloy said, taking out a cigarettecase in
[Aeolus] [6129] He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan
[Aeolus] [6130] promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J. J.
[Aeolus] [6135] The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry on his brow.
[Aeolus] [6147] He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, lighting it for him
[Aeolus] [6158] We haven't got the chance of a snowball in hell.
[Aeolus] [6164] --Wait a moment, professor MacHugh said, raising two quiet claws. We
[Aeolus] [6176] A WATERCLOSET.
[Aeolus] [6198] --I escort a suppliant, Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously. Youth led by
[Aeolus] [6201] --How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in. Your
[Aeolus] [6210] --Silence! What opera resembles a railwayline? Reflect, ponder,
[Aeolus] [6247] A woman brought sin into the world. For Helen, the runaway wife of
[Aeolus] [6250] --Is he a widower? Stephen asked.
[Aeolus] [6252] --Ay, a grass one, Myles Crawford said, his eye running down the
[Aeolus] [6260] turning a horseshoe paperweight. Saving princes is a thank you job.
[Aeolus] [6266] --I'll tell you how it was, Myles Crawford began. A Hungarian it was one
[Aeolus] [6279] speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is the maxim: time
[Aeolus] [6281] Lord Jesus? Lord Salisbury? A sofa in a westend club. But the Greek!
[Aeolus] [6287] A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long
[Aeolus] [6297] by an oracle, made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece.
[Aeolus] [6298] Loyal to a lost cause.
[Aeolus] [6305] --Boohoo! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in
[Aeolus] [6313] --THERE'S A PONDEROUS PUNDIT MACHUGH
[Aeolus] [6322] Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket.
[Aeolus] [6329] --But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railwayline?
[Aeolus] [6339] fell back with grace on his umbrella, feigning a gasp.
[Aeolus] [6341] --Help! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.
[Aeolus] [6372] Lenehan gave a loud cough.
[Aeolus] [6374] --Ahem! he said very softly. O, for a fresh of breath air! I caught a
[Aeolus] [6381] The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen's shoulder.
[Aeolus] [6383] --I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite in
[Aeolus] [6390] Give them something with a bite in it. Put us all into it, damn its soul.
[Aeolus] [6404] Wait a minute. We'll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher used to say when
[Aeolus] [6406] that was a pressman for you. That was a pen. You know how he made his
[Aeolus] [6413] --Look at here, he said turning. The NEW YORK WORLD cabled for a special.
[Aeolus] [6429] the corporation. A night watchman.
[Aeolus] [6433] --Gumley? he said. You don't say so? A friend of my father's, is it?
[Aeolus] [6440] He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.
[Aeolus] [6448] A DISTANT VOICE
[Aeolus] [6460] The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock's wattles. An illstarched
[Aeolus] [6461] dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his
[Aeolus] [6468] Roundtown, Windy Arbour, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. F.A.B.P. Got that?
[Aeolus] [6484] --Gave it to them on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the whole bloody
[Aeolus] [6493] Lenehan bowed to a shape of air, announcing:
[Aeolus] [6510] --Where do you find a pressman like that now, eh? the editor cried.
[Aeolus] [6524] last year and thought she'd buy a view of Dublin. And it turned out to be
[Aeolus] [6525] a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat.
[Aeolus] [6529] Psha! Press and the bar! Where have you a man now at the bar like those
[Aeolus] [6542] Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth?
[Aeolus] [6565] --My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false
[Aeolus] [6572] watchful friend THE SKIBBEREEN EAGLE. Why bring in a master of forensic
[Aeolus] [6585] --Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it in
[Aeolus] [6616] --A few wellchosen words, Lenehan prefaced. Silence!
[Aeolus] [6629] A POLISHED PERIOD
[Aeolus] [6640] His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall.
[Aeolus] [6649] He took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O'Molloy offered his case to
[Aeolus] [6656] A MAN OF HIGH MORALE
[Aeolus] [6661] poets: A. E. the mastermystic? That Blavatsky woman started it. She was a
[Aeolus] [6662] nice old bag of tricks. A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer
[Aeolus] [6665] A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis.
[Aeolus] [6671] Wait a moment. Let me say one thing. The finest display of oratory I ever
[Aeolus] [6672] heard was a speech made by John F Taylor at the college historical
[Aeolus] [6685] --He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child's
[Aeolus] [6688] --It was the speech, mark you, the professor said, of a finished orator,
[Aeolus] [6691] new movement. It was then a new movement. We were weak, therefore
[Aeolus] [6696] ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to a new focus.
[Aeolus] [6704] --Taylor had come there, you must know, from a sickbed. That he had
[Aeolus] [6706] shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy
[Aeolus] [6707] beard round it. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he
[Aeolus] [6708] looked (though he was not) a dying man.
[Aeolus] [6724] TO THE REMARKS ADDRESSED TO THE YOUTH OF IRELAND A MOMENT SINCE BY MY
[Aeolus] [6725] LEARNED FRIEND. IT SEEMED TO ME THAT I HAD BEEN TRANSPORTED INTO A COUNTRY
[Aeolus] [6736] RAISED IN A TONE OF LIKE HAUGHTINESS AND LIKE PRIDE. I HEARD HIS WORDS AND
[Aeolus] [6748] LANGUAGE? YOU ARE A TRIBE OF NOMAD HERDSMEN: WE ARE A MIGHTY PEOPLE. YOU
[Aeolus] [6752] CONDITIONS: WE HAVE A LITERATURE, A PRIESTHOOD, AN AGELONG HISTORY AND A
[Aeolus] [6759] By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man
[Aeolus] [6762] --YOU PRAY TO A LOCAL AND OBSCURE IDOL: OUR TEMPLES, MAJESTIC AND
[Aeolus] [6768] A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it
[Aeolus] [6780] He ceased and looked at them, enjoying a silence.
[Aeolus] [6790] --A sudden--at--the--moment--though--from--lingering--illness--
[Aeolus] [6791] often--previously--expectorated--demise, Lenehan added. And with a
[Aeolus] [6799] The tribune's words, howled and scattered to the four winds. A people
[Aeolus] [6808] --You take my breath away. It is not perchance a French compliment? Mr
[Aeolus] [6859] --I have a vision too, Stephen said.
[Aeolus] [6888] They save up three and tenpence in a red tin letterbox moneybox. They
[Aeolus] [6890] the blade of a knife. Two and three in silver and one and seven in
[Aeolus] [6902] proprietress ... They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at
[Aeolus] [6911] has the lumbago for which she rubs on Lourdes water, given her by a lady
[Aeolus] [6912] who got a bottleful from a passionist father. Florence MacCabe takes a
[Aeolus] [6913] crubeen and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.
[Aeolus] [6920] A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps, scattering in
[Aeolus] [6935] Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the
[Aeolus] [6938] --Mr Crawford! A moment!
[Aeolus] [6942] --What is it? Myles Crawford said, falling back a pace.
[Aeolus] [6944] A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom's face:
[Aeolus] [6946] --Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! A child bit by a bellows!
[Aeolus] [6955] just now. He'll give a renewal for two months, he says. After he'll see.
[Aeolus] [6956] But he wants a par to call attention in the TELEGRAPH too, the Saturday
[Aeolus] [6959] library. House of keys, don't you see? His name is Keyes. It's a play on
[Aeolus] [6961] just a little puff. What will I tell him, Mr Crawford?
[Aeolus] [6965] K.M.A.
[Aeolus] [6971] A bit nervy. Look out for squalls. All off for a drink. Arm in arm.
[Aeolus] [6973] that young Dedalus the moving spirit. Has a good pair of boots on him
[Aeolus] [6978] suppose it's worth a short par. He'd give the ad, I think. I'll tell
[Aeolus] [6982] K.M.R.I.A.
[Aeolus] [6996] here. I've been through the hoop myself. I was looking for a fellow to
[Aeolus] [6997] back a bill for me no later than last week. Sorry, Jack. You must take the
[Aeolus] [6998] will for the deed. With a heart and a half if I could raise the wind
[Aeolus] [7001] J. J. O'Molloy pulled a long face and walked on silently. They caught
[Aeolus] [7042] --It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said, and they are too
[Aeolus] [7048] He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O'Madden
[Aeolus] [7059] --You remind me of Antisthenes, the professor said, a disciple of
[Aeolus] [7061] bitterer against others or against himself. He was the son of a noble and
[Aeolus] [7062] a bondwoman. And he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of beauty
[Aeolus] [7097] --No, Stephen said. I call it A PISGAH SIGHT OF PALESTINE OR THE PARABLE
[Aeolus] [7111] J. J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and
[Lestrygonians] [7135] Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. A sugarsticky girl
[Lestrygonians] [7136] shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school treat.
[Lestrygonians] [7140] A sombre Y.M.C.A. young man, watchful among the warm sweet
[Lestrygonians] [7141] fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.
[Lestrygonians] [7151] martyr, war, foundation of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering,
[Lestrygonians] [7165] Phosphorus it must be done with. If you leave a bit of codfish for
[Lestrygonians] [7181] black fast Yom Kippur. Crossbuns. One meal and a collation for fear he'd
[Lestrygonians] [7182] collapse on the altar. A housekeeper of one of those fellows if you could
[Lestrygonians] [7191] As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up
[Lestrygonians] [7193] it, I heard. Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see the
[Lestrygonians] [7195] too. Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating. Dead drunk on
[Lestrygonians] [7201] Reuben J's son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. One and
[Lestrygonians] [7203] things. Knows how to tell a story too.
[Lestrygonians] [7207] He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Elijah thirtytwo
[Lestrygonians] [7208] feet per sec is com. Not a bit. The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of
[Lestrygonians] [7223] DOOMED FOR A CERTAIN TIME TO WALK THE EARTH.
[Lestrygonians] [7226] --Two apples a penny! Two for a penny!
[Lestrygonians] [7230] with a rag or a handkerchief.
[Lestrygonians] [7235] cakes for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down
[Lestrygonians] [7246] Penny quite enough. Lot of thanks I get. Not even a caw. They spread foot
[Lestrygonians] [7247] and mouth disease too. If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes
[Lestrygonians] [7251] His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor
[Lestrygonians] [7259] you own water really? It's always flowing in a stream, never the same,
[Lestrygonians] [7260] which in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream. All kinds
[Lestrygonians] [7263] Dr Hy Franks. Didn't cost him a red like Maginni the dancing master self
[Lestrygonians] [7265] that matter on the q. t. running in to loosen a button. Flybynight. Just
[Lestrygonians] [7266] the place too. POST NO BILLS. POST 110 PILLS. Some chap with a dose
[Lestrygonians] [7284] exactly understood. There's a priest. Could ask him. Par it's Greek:
[Lestrygonians] [7291] thinking. Still, I don't know. She used to say Ben Dollard had a base
[Lestrygonians] [7293] into a barrel. Now, isn't that wit. They used to call him big Ben. Not
[Lestrygonians] [7295] Get outside of a baron of beef. Powerful man he was at stowing away number
[Lestrygonians] [7299] A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards
[Lestrygonians] [7303] Wisdom Hely's. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his
[Lestrygonians] [7305] food. Three bob a day, walking along the gutters, street after street.
[Lestrygonians] [7308] to him about a transparent showcart with two smart girls sitting
[Lestrygonians] [7312] if you stare at nothing. Have a finger in the pie. Women too. Curiosity.
[Lestrygonians] [7314] of it himself first. Or the inkbottle I suggested with a false stain
[Lestrygonians] [7320] Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents. Tranquilla
[Lestrygonians] [7321] convent. That was a nice nun there, really sweet face. Wimple suited her
[Lestrygonians] [7323] Very hard to bargain with that sort of a woman. I disturbed her at her
[Lestrygonians] [7331] daughter. It was a nun they say invented barbed wire.
[Lestrygonians] [7341] received may the Lord make us. Milly was a kiddy then. Molly had that
[Lestrygonians] [7345] with some sticky stuff. Flies' picnic too. Never put a dress on her back
[Lestrygonians] [7346] like it. Fitted her like a glove, shoulders and hips. Just beginning to
[Lestrygonians] [7350] wallpaper. Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen. Milly's tubbing night.
[Lestrygonians] [7371] like that spoils the effect of a night for her. Professor Goodwin linking
[Lestrygonians] [7393] --In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in
[Lestrygonians] [7398] --Yes. In a photographer's there. Getting on like a house on fire. How are
[Lestrygonians] [7407] --No, Mr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral.
[Lestrygonians] [7410] he die of? Turn up like a bad penny.
[Lestrygonians] [7434] --O, don't be talking! she said. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. He's in
[Lestrygonians] [7441] sugar, or they'd taste it with the hot tea. Or is it from her? A barefoot
[Lestrygonians] [7446] Opening her handbag, chipped leather. Hatpin: ought to have a
[Lestrygonians] [7447] guard on those things. Stick it in a chap's eye in the tram. Rummaging.
[Lestrygonians] [7453] --There must be a new moon out, she said. He's always bad then. Do you
[Lestrygonians] [7463] --Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had, a nightmare.
[Lestrygonians] [7471] She took a folded postcard from her handbag.
[Lestrygonians] [7477] --U.P.: up, she said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It's a great shame
[Lestrygonians] [7491] grapes to take the harm out of it. Shabby genteel. She used to be a tasty
[Lestrygonians] [7492] dresser. Lines round her mouth. Only a year or so older than Molly.
[Lestrygonians] [7518] --Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It's a very stiff
[Lestrygonians] [7537] A bony form strode along the curbstone from the river staring with a
[Lestrygonians] [7538] rapt gaze into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass. Tight as a
[Lestrygonians] [7539] skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a
[Lestrygonians] [7544] --Who is he if it's a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?
[Lestrygonians] [7574] Wrote it for a lark in the Scotch house I bet anything. Round to Menton's
[Lestrygonians] [7575] office. His oyster eyes staring at the postcard. Be a feast for the gods.
[Lestrygonians] [7586] the approval of the eminent poet A. E. (Mr Geo. Russell). No time to do
[Lestrygonians] [7587] her hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry.
[Lestrygonians] [7589] Best paper by long chalks for a small ad. Got the provinces now.
[Lestrygonians] [7592] James Carlisle made that. Six and a half per cent dividend. Made a big
[Lestrygonians] [7598] tender enough for them. Riding astride. Sit her horse like a man.
[Lestrygonians] [7600] First to the meet and in at the death. Strong as a brood mare some of
[Lestrygonians] [7601] those horsey women. Swagger around livery stables. Toss off a glass of
[Lestrygonians] [7607] Divorced Spanish American. Didn't take a feather out of her
[Lestrygonians] [7611] on the plums thinking it was custard. Her ears ought to have tingled for a
[Lestrygonians] [7612] few weeks after. Want to be a bull for her. Born courtesan. No nursery
[Lestrygonians] [7616] Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy. Y. M. C. A.
[Lestrygonians] [7617] Eating with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the minute. And still his
[Lestrygonians] [7621] bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet. The squallers.
[Lestrygonians] [7626] He stood at Fleet street crossing. Luncheon interval. A sixpenny at
[Lestrygonians] [7633] Sss. Dth, dth, dth! Three days imagine groaning on a bed with a
[Lestrygonians] [7639] was given that. Nine she had. A good layer. Old woman that lived in a shoe
[Lestrygonians] [7645] a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal
[Lestrygonians] [7646] system encourage people to put by money save hundred and ten and a bit
[Lestrygonians] [7647] twentyone years want to work it out on paper come to a tidy sum more than
[Lestrygonians] [7655] returns. How flat they look all of a sudden after. Peaceful eyes.
[Lestrygonians] [7656] Weight off their mind. Old Mrs Thornton was a jolly old soul. All
[Lestrygonians] [7659] His first bow to the public. Head like a prize pumpkin. Snuffy Dr Murren.
[Lestrygonians] [7664] Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of
[Lestrygonians] [7670] A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in
[Lestrygonians] [7672] truncheons. After their feed with a good load of fat soup under their
[Lestrygonians] [7673] belts. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. They split up in groups and
[Lestrygonians] [7675] attack one in pudding time. A punch in his dinner. A squad of others,
[Lestrygonians] [7681] put him up over a urinal: meeting of the waters. Ought to be places for
[Lestrygonians] [7683] THIS WIDE WORLD A VALLEE. Great song of Julia Morkan's. Kept her voice up
[Lestrygonians] [7687] Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. If a fellow gave them trouble
[Lestrygonians] [7691] Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His horse's hoofs
[Lestrygonians] [7693] dive into Manning's or I was souped. He did come a wallop, by George.
[Lestrygonians] [7706] --We'll hang Joe Chamberlain on a sourapple tree.
[Lestrygonians] [7717] castle. Drop him like a hot potato. Why those plainclothes men are always
[Lestrygonians] [7718] courting slaveys. Easily twig a man used to uniform. Squarepushing up
[Lestrygonians] [7719] against a backdoor. Maul her a bit. Then the next thing on the menu. And
[Lestrygonians] [7736] that a fellow couldn't round on more than his own ring. Sinn Fein. Back
[Lestrygonians] [7741] You must have a certain fascination: Parnell. Arthur Griffith is a
[Lestrygonians] [7747] up with meat and drink. Michaelmas goose. Here's a good lump of thyme
[Lestrygonians] [7749] before it gets too cold. Halffed enthusiasts. Penny roll and a walk with
[Lestrygonians] [7755] His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly,
[Lestrygonians] [7759] mooching about. Dignam carted off. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed
[Lestrygonians] [7760] groaning to have a child tugged out of her. One born every second
[Lestrygonians] [7782] tinned in there. Like a mortuary chapel. Wouldn't live in it if they paid
[Lestrygonians] [7783] me. Hope they have liver and bacon today. Nature abhors a vacuum.
[Lestrygonians] [7789] There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that's a
[Lestrygonians] [7790] coincidence. Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don't
[Lestrygonians] [7791] meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a
[Lestrygonians] [7795] woebegone walk of him. Eaten a bad egg. Poached eyes on ghost. I have a
[Lestrygonians] [7799] pass a remark on him. Freeze them up with that eye of his. That's the
[Lestrygonians] [7800] fascination: the name. All a bit touched. Mad Fanny and his other sister
[Lestrygonians] [7809] the ends of the world have forgotten to come while the other speaks with a
[Lestrygonians] [7815] And there he is too. Now that's really a coincidence: second time.
[Lestrygonians] [7817] poet, Mr Geo. Russell. That might be Lizzie Twigg with him. A. E.: what
[Lestrygonians] [7820] with a Scotch accent. Tentacles: octopus. Something occult: symbolism.
[Lestrygonians] [7821] Holding forth. She's taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid gentleman
[Lestrygonians] [7824] His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle, a
[Lestrygonians] [7826] weggebobbles and fruit. Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that
[Lestrygonians] [7828] Windandwatery though. Tried it. Keep you on the run all day. Bad as a
[Lestrygonians] [7839] a line of poetry out of him. Don't know what poetry is even. Must be in a
[Lestrygonians] [7849] and have a chat with young Sinclair? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his
[Lestrygonians] [7852] capture trade. Undercutting. Might chance on a pair in the railway lost
[Lestrygonians] [7856] and hand it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed money too. There's a
[Lestrygonians] [7866] There was a lot of talk about those sunspots when we were in Lombard
[Lestrygonians] [7868] are. There will be a total eclipse this year: autumn some time.
[Lestrygonians] [7876] with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land. Not go in and blurt out
[Lestrygonians] [7887] rock, like that pineapple rock. The moon. Must be a new moon out, she
[Lestrygonians] [7893] there is a new moon. Walking down by the Tolka. Not bad for a Fairview
[Lestrygonians] [7902] With a keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the street here
[Lestrygonians] [7906] rest of the year sober as a judge.
[Lestrygonians] [7910] the Queen's. Broth of a boy. Dion Boucicault business with his
[Lestrygonians] [7911] harvestmoon face in a poky bonnet. Three Purty Maids from School. How
[Lestrygonians] [7929] to the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of
[Lestrygonians] [7933] Cascades of ribbons. Flimsy China silks. A tilted urn poured from its
[Lestrygonians] [7934] mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. The huguenots brought
[Lestrygonians] [7938] Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all
[Lestrygonians] [7951] High voices. Sunwarm silk. Jingling harnesses. All for a woman,
[Lestrygonians] [7955] A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain
[Lestrygonians] [7984] food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. A pallid suetfaced
[Lestrygonians] [7986] set of microbes. A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round
[Lestrygonians] [7987] him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. A man spitting back on his
[Lestrygonians] [7991] Hungry man is an angry man. Working tooth and jaw. Don't! O! A bone! That
[Lestrygonians] [8006] Couldn't eat a morsel here. Fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat
[Lestrygonians] [8019] That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life
[Lestrygonians] [8022] with a silver knife in his mouth. That's witty, I think. Or no. Silver
[Lestrygonians] [8023] means born rich. Born with a knife. But then the allusion is lost.
[Lestrygonians] [8027] up: it splashed yellow near his boot. A diner, knife and fork upright,
[Lestrygonians] [8028] elbows on table, ready for a second helping stared towards the foodlift
[Lestrygonians] [8039] He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Stopgap.
[Lestrygonians] [8040] Keep me going. Had a good breakfast.
[Lestrygonians] [8057] gingerbread coach, old queen in a bathchair. My plate's empty. After you
[Lestrygonians] [8059] Rub off the microbes with your handkerchief. Next chap rubs on a new
[Lestrygonians] [8062] the pot. Want a souppot as big as the Phoenix park. Harpooning flitches
[Lestrygonians] [8068] After all there's a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the
[Lestrygonians] [8083] He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a
[Lestrygonians] [8084] drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me
[Lestrygonians] [8095] --Tiptop ... Let me see. I'll take a glass of burgundy and ... let
[Lestrygonians] [8100] home without Plumtree's potted meat? Incomplete. What a stupid ad!
[Lestrygonians] [8101] Under the obituary notices they stuck it. All up a plumtree. Dignam's
[Lestrygonians] [8104] Ought to be tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect.
[Lestrygonians] [8105] THERE WAS A RIGHT ROYAL OLD NIGGER. WHO ATE OR SOMETHING THE SOMETHINGS OF
[Lestrygonians] [8114] --Have you a cheese sandwich?
[Lestrygonians] [8118] Like a few olives too if they had them. Italian I prefer. Good glass of
[Lestrygonians] [8119] burgundy take away that. Lubricate. A nice salad, cool as a cucumber, Tom
[Lestrygonians] [8121] cutlet with a sprig of parsley. Take one Spanish onion. God made food, the
[Lestrygonians] [8126] --Quite well, thanks ... A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you?
[Lestrygonians] [8138] --She's engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard
[Lestrygonians] [8160] --Getting it up? he said. Well, it's like a company idea, you see. Part
[Lestrygonians] [8167] A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's heart.
[Lestrygonians] [8168] He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock
[Lestrygonians] [8183] Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Flea having a good square meal.
[Lestrygonians] [8185] --He had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, over that
[Lestrygonians] [8193] --For near a month, man, before it came off. Sucking duck eggs by God till
[Lestrygonians] [8194] further orders. Keep him off the boose, see? O, by God, Blazes is a hairy
[Lestrygonians] [8203] us a good one for the Gold cup?
[Lestrygonians] [8205] --I'm off that, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. I never put anything on a
[Lestrygonians] [8219] many a man, the same horses.
[Lestrygonians] [8228] Saint Amant a fortnight before.
[Lestrygonians] [8235] --I could, faith, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. That was a rare bit of
[Lestrygonians] [8236] horseflesh. Saint Frusquin was her sire. She won in a thunderstorm,
[Lestrygonians] [8247] again. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Still they might like. Prickly
[Lestrygonians] [8252] Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment
[Lestrygonians] [8254] Bath of course does that. Just a bite or two. Then about six o'clock I can.
[Lestrygonians] [8260] shells, periwinkles with a pin, off trees, snails out of the ground the
[Lestrygonians] [8261] French eat, out of the sea with bait on a hook. Silly fish learn nothing
[Lestrygonians] [8262] in a thousand years. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your
[Lestrygonians] [8268] a clot of phlegm. Filthy shells. Devil to open them too. Who found them
[Lestrygonians] [8275] inside. Idea for a poison mystery. That archduke Leopold was it no yes or
[Lestrygonians] [8283] they're. Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the
[Lestrygonians] [8286] half of a cow. Spread I saw down in the Master of the Rolls' kitchen
[Lestrygonians] [8287] area. Whitehatted CHEF like a rabbi. Combustible duck. Curly cabbage A LA
[Lestrygonians] [8292] a waiter in a swell hotel. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. May I
[Lestrygonians] [8293] tempt you to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat? Yes, do
[Lestrygonians] [8294] bedad. And she did bedad. Huguenot name I expect that. A miss Dubedat
[Lestrygonians] [8297] money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a
[Lestrygonians] [8299] Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand
[Lestrygonians] [8305] grapes of Burgundy. Sun's heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me
[Lestrygonians] [8317] eyes were, take me, willing eyes. Pebbles fell. She lay still. A goat.
[Lestrygonians] [8318] No-one. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted,
[Lestrygonians] [8336] ambrosial. Not like a tanner lunch we have, boiled mutton, carrots and
[Lestrygonians] [8344] Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to do
[Lestrygonians] [8345] there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked,
[Lestrygonians] [8346] to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a
[Lestrygonians] [8365] --I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne said humanely, if I see a
[Lestrygonians] [8371] wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home
[Lestrygonians] [8391] an excellent brother. Light, life and love, by God. They give him a leg
[Lestrygonians] [8392] up. I was told that by a--well, I won't say who.
[Lestrygonians] [8394] --Is that a fact?
[Lestrygonians] [8396] --O, it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. They stick to you when you're
[Lestrygonians] [8397] down. I know a fellow was trying to get into it. But they're as close as
[Lestrygonians] [8404] --There was one woman, Nosey Flynn said, hid herself in a clock to find
[Lestrygonians] [8406] her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the saint Legers of
[Lestrygonians] [8411] --And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and
[Lestrygonians] [8416] you weren't there. If you ask him to have a drink first thing he does he
[Lestrygonians] [8420] --There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He's a safe man, I'd say.
[Lestrygonians] [8423] put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due. O, Bloom
[Lestrygonians] [8426] His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog.
[Lestrygonians] [8432] Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a
[Lestrygonians] [8447] --I'll take a stone ginger, Bantam Lyons said.
[Lestrygonians] [8456] --Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne? he said.
[Lestrygonians] [8462] --Lord love a duck, he said. Look at what I'm standing drinks to! Cold
[Lestrygonians] [8463] water and gingerpop! Two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore leg.
[Lestrygonians] [8464] He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead snip.
[Lestrygonians] [8468] Tom Rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the water set before
[Lestrygonians] [8494] your small Jamesons after that and a ...
[Lestrygonians] [8498] --Ay, Paddy Leonard said. A suckingbottle for the baby.
[Lestrygonians] [8504] At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the
[Lestrygonians] [8510] Ought to be a hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent
[Lestrygonians] [8516] DON GIOVANNI, A CENAR TECO
[Lestrygonians] [8526] swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after, tour round the
[Lestrygonians] [8531] --A CENAR TECO.
[Lestrygonians] [8555] girls. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought,
[Lestrygonians] [8556] gnawing a crusted knuckle. Handy man wants job. Small wages. Will eat
[Lestrygonians] [8566] A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. No
[Lestrygonians] [8582] --There's a van there, Mr Bloom said, but it's not moving. I'll see you
[Lestrygonians] [8593] you tell them. Pass a common remark.
[Lestrygonians] [8600] for him. Have to be spoonfed first. Like a child's hand, his hand. Like
[Lestrygonians] [8602] has a name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs: tired drudge
[Lestrygonians] [8603] get his doze. That's right. Clear. Behind a bull: in front of a horse.
[Lestrygonians] [8607] Knows I'm a man. Voice.
[Lestrygonians] [8614] Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a flatcut suit of herringbone
[Lestrygonians] [8618] would he feel it if something was removed. Feel a gap. Queer idea of
[Lestrygonians] [8620] in a beeline if he hadn't that cane? Bloodless pious face like a fellow
[Lestrygonians] [8621] going in to be a priest.
[Lestrygonians] [8626] Tune pianos. Or we are surprised they have any brains. Why we think a
[Lestrygonians] [8627] deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say.
[Lestrygonians] [8635] shut or a cold in the head. Also smoke in the dark they say get no
[Lestrygonians] [8638] And with a woman, for instance. More shameless not seeing. That girl
[Lestrygonians] [8640] all on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his mind's eye.
[Lestrygonians] [8646] Postoffice. Must answer. Fag today. Send her a postal order two
[Lestrygonians] [8647] shillings, half a crown. Accept my little present. Stationer's just here
[Lestrygonians] [8650] With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above
[Lestrygonians] [8658] trousers and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his
[Lestrygonians] [8663] Poor fellow! Quite a boy. Terrible. Really terrible. What dreams would he
[Lestrygonians] [8664] have, not seeing? Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born
[Lestrygonians] [8667] sins you did in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses. Dear,
[Lestrygonians] [8672] After his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Old legal cronies cracking a
[Lestrygonians] [8675] stuff I drank. Vintage wine for them, the year marked on a dusty bottle.
[Lestrygonians] [8679] moneylenders. Gave Reuben J. a great strawcalling. Now he's really what
[Lestrygonians] [8680] they call a dirty jew. Power those judges have. Crusty old topers in
[Lestrygonians] [8681] wigs. Bear with a sore paw. And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.
[Lestrygonians] [8686] there: Ballsbridge. Drop in on Keyes. No use sticking to him like a
[Lestrygonians] [8705] quiet there. Safe in a minute.
[Lestrygonians] [8716] His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, read unfolded Agendath
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8741] --And we have, have we not, those priceless pages of WILHELM MEISTER. A
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8742] great poet on a great brother poet. A hesitating soul taking arms against
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8743] a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as one sees in real life.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8745] He came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a step
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8746] backward a sinkapace on the solemn floor.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8748] A noiseless attendant setting open the door but slightly made him a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8774] FOR HE WAS A MEDICAL
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8783] a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8786] ORCHESTRAL SATAN, WEEPING MANY A ROOD
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8803] --Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton censured, have yet to create a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8810] us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a work
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8811] of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. The painting of Gustave
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8817] A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer. Wall, tarnation strike
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8824] can see him, a model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8833] Dunlop, Judge, the noblest Roman of them all, A.E., Arval, the Name
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8843] naughtn't when a lady's ashowing of her elemental.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8846] a notebook, new, large, clean, bright.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8864] buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a shadow.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8891] world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8903] READING THE BOOK OF HIMSELF. He describes HAMLET given in a French town,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8904] don't you know, a provincial town. They advertised it.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8929] --A deathsman of the soul Robert Greene called him, Stephen said. Not for
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8930] nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8933] bloodboltered shambles in act five is a forecast of the concentration
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8944] --He will have it that HAMLET is a ghoststory, John Eglinton said for Mr
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8958] --What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8968] --It is this hour of a day in mid June, Stephen said, begging with a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8983] --The play begins. A player comes on under the shadow, made up in the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8984] castoff mail of a court buck, a wellset man with a bass voice. It is the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8985] ghost, the king, a king and no king, and the player is Shakespeare who
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8989] calling him by a name:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8993] bidding him list. To a son he speaks, the son of his soul, the prince,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8997] Is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a ghost by absence, and in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8998] the vesture of buried Denmark, a ghost by death, speaking his own words
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9005] --But this prying into the family life of a great man, Russell began
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9057] A child Conmee saved from pandies.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9061] A.E.I.O.U.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9080] --The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistake, he said, and got
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9083] --Bosh! Stephen said rudely. A man of genius makes no mistakes. His
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9089] --A shrew, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is not a useful portal of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9095] Socratididion's Epipsychidion, no man, not a woman, will ever know. But
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9106] --He had a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, and no truant memory.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9107] He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9113] the writer of ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9116] boywomen are the women of a boy. Their life, thought, speech are lent
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9118] have their will Ann hath a way. By cock, she was to blame. She put the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9121] a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9140] A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9152] Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9168] FOR YEARS IN THIS FLESHCASE A SHESOUL DWELT.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9171] --They say we are to have a literary surprise, the quaker librarian said,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9172] friendly and earnest. Mr Russell, rumour has it, is gathering together a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9180] Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9189] Longworth will give it a good puff in the EXPRESS. O, will he? I liked
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9191] he has genius really? Yeats admired his line: AS IN WILD EARTH A GRECIAN
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9197] for it. A knight of the rueful countenance here in Dublin. With a saffron
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9226] He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9233] --Where there is a reconciliation, Stephen said, there must have been
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9234] first a sundering.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9238] Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9240] to him, tender people, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9241] tapsters' wives. Fox and geese. And in New Place a slack dishonoured body
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9252] A vestal's lamp.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9260] Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the voice
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9264] death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9269] much. Others abide our question. A shadow hangs over all the rest.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9271] --But HAMLET is so personal, isn't it? Mr Best pleaded. I mean, a kind of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9273] a button, don't you know, who is killed or who is guilty ...
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9283] is Hamlet you have a stern task before you.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9288] wrinkled brows. A basilisk. E QUANDO VEDE L'UOMO L'ATTOSCA. Messer
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9297] mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal, that which I was is that which I am
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9312] John Eglinton made a nothing pleasing mow.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9314] --If that were the birthmark of genius, he said, genius would be a drug
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9320] --There can be no reconciliation, Stephen said, if there has not been a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9327] look to see when and how the shadow lifts. What softens the heart of a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9333] --A child, a girl, placed in his arms, Marina.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9335] --The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a constant
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9341] Mummed in names: A. E., eon: Magee, John Eglinton. East of the sun, west
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9356] --Marina, Stephen said, a child of storm, Miranda, a wonder, Perdita,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9361] --The art of being a grandfather, Mr Best gan murmur. L'ART D'ETRE GRAND
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9370] --His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9383] the poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in harmony
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9386] Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, auk's egg, prize
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9392] --That may be too, Stephen said. There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9394] will get it in middle life. Why does he send to one who is a BUONAROBA, a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9395] bay where all men ride, a maid of honour with a scandalous girlhood, a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9396] lordling to woo for him? He was himself a lord of language and had made
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9397] himself a coistrel gentleman and he had written ROMEO AND JULIET. Why?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9398] Belief in himself has been untimely killed. He was overborne in a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9399] cornfield first (ryefield, I should say) and he will never be a victor in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9405] driving him into a new passion, a darker shadow of the first, darkening
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9406] even his own understanding of himself. A like fate awaits him and the two
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9407] rages commingle in a whirlpool.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9411] --The soul has been before stricken mortally, a poison poured in the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9412] porch of a sleeping ear. But those who are done to death in sleep cannot
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9424] beaver is