Ulysses by James Joyce

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Wandering Rocks
Oxen of the Sun

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[Telemachus] [6] lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown,
[Telemachus] [8] held the bowl aloft and intoned:
[Telemachus] [12] Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
[Telemachus] [16] Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about
[Telemachus] [17] and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the
[Telemachus] [19] towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and
[Telemachus] [20] shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms
[Telemachus] [21] on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling
[Telemachus] [22] face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured
[Telemachus] [23] hair, grained and hued like pale oak.
[Telemachus] [25] Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered
[Telemachus] [32] --For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and
[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] [37] awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there
[Telemachus] [44] He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering
[Telemachus] [45] about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and
[Telemachus] [51] He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,
[Telemachus] [53] halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he
[Telemachus] [54] propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and
[Telemachus] [55] lathered cheeks and neck.
[Telemachus] [60] Hellenic ring, hasn't it? Tripping and sunny like the buck himself. We
[Telemachus] [64] He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried:
[Telemachus] [80] and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You know, Dedalus, you
[Telemachus] [91] --I was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the dark
[Telemachus] [92] with a man I don't know raving and moaning to himself about shooting a
[Telemachus] [97] from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.
[Telemachus] [101] He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper
[Telemachus] [106] Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a
[Telemachus] [113] He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair
[Telemachus] [119] original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and
[Telemachus] [122] Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked
[Telemachus] [123] down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of
[Telemachus] [138] your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for
[Telemachus] [139] her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you ...
[Telemachus] [141] He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant
[Telemachus] [147] He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.
[Telemachus] [150] his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coat-sleeve.
[Telemachus] [153] loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her
[Telemachus] [156] great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him. The ring of bay and
[Telemachus] [163] --Ah, poor dogsbody! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt and
[Telemachus] [181] He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the
[Telemachus] [184] Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its
[Telemachus] [192] in sunlight now radiant on the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and
[Telemachus] [198] Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft by a
[Telemachus] [199] crooked crack. Hair on end. As he and others see me. Who chose this face
[Telemachus] [204] him not into temptation. And her name is Ursula.
[Telemachus] [211] Drawing back and pointing, Stephen said with bitterness:
[Telemachus] [215] Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with him
[Telemachus] [216] round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had
[Telemachus] [226] and touch him for a guinea. He's stinking with money and thinks you're
[Telemachus] [228] some bloody swindle or other. God, Kinch, if you and I could only work
[Telemachus] [233] --And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one
[Telemachus] [236] down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive
[Telemachus] [242] ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the
[Telemachus] [267] fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of
[Telemachus] [275] Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said:
[Telemachus] [277] --What? Where? I can't remember anything. I remember only ideas and
[Telemachus] [280] --You were making tea, Stephen said, and went across the landing to get
[Telemachus] [281] more hot water. Your mother and some visitor came out of the drawingroom.
[Telemachus] [289] A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck
[Telemachus] [296] --And what is death, he asked, your mother's or yours or my own? You saw
[Telemachus] [297] only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and
[Telemachus] [298] Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom. It's a beastly
[Telemachus] [299] thing and nothing else. It simply doesn't matter. You wouldn't kneel down
[Telemachus] [302] way. To me it's all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral lobes are not
[Telemachus] [303] functioning. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups
[Telemachus] [305] death and yet you sulk with me because I don't whinge like some hired
[Telemachus] [323] gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Sea and headland now grew
[Telemachus] [324] dim. Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight, and he felt
[Telemachus] [333] He turned towards Stephen and said:
[Telemachus] [336] and come on down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.
[Telemachus] [354] stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of
[Telemachus] [363] was open: she wanted to hear my music. Silent with awe and pity I went to
[Telemachus] [372] pantomime of TURKO THE TERRIBLE and laughed with others when he sang:
[Telemachus] [394] loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath,
[Telemachus] [397] Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me
[Telemachus] [405] No, mother! Let me be and let me live.
[Telemachus] [411] heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly words.
[Telemachus] [418] --Do, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan said. For my sake and for all our
[Telemachus] [421] His head disappeared and reappeared.
[Telemachus] [435] He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of
[Telemachus] [453] I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and yet
[Telemachus] [457] moved briskly to and fro about the hearth, hiding and revealing its
[Telemachus] [459] from the high barbacans: and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of
[Telemachus] [460] coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning.
[Telemachus] [465] hammock where it had been sitting, went to the doorway and pulled open
[Telemachus] [478] The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been set
[Telemachus] [479] ajar, welcome light and bright air entered. Haines stood at the doorway,
[Telemachus] [480] looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and sat down
[Telemachus] [482] carried the dish and a large teapot over to the table, set them down
[Telemachus] [483] heavily and sighed with relief.
[Telemachus] [487] come in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts.
[Telemachus] [490] Stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler from
[Telemachus] [498] --O, damn you and your Paris fads! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove
[Telemachus] [501] Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly:
[Telemachus] [509] He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three plates,
[Telemachus] [522] --When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I
[Telemachus] [527] Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling:
[Telemachus] [536] of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of
[Telemachus] [539] He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his
[Telemachus] [542] --Can you recall, brother, is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken of
[Telemachus] [554] --Charming! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and
[Telemachus] [566] He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.
[Telemachus] [574] An old woman came forward and stood by Stephen's elbow.
[Telemachus] [580] Stephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker.
[Telemachus] [589] He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white
[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] [595] about her whom they knew, dewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine and poor old
[Telemachus] [597] immortal serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer, their common
[Telemachus] [608] loudly, we wouldn't have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten
[Telemachus] [609] guts. Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with
[Telemachus] [610] dust, horsedung and consumptives' spits.
[Telemachus] [620] slights. To the voice that will shrive and oil for the grave all there is
[Telemachus] [622] likeness, the serpent's prey. And to the loud voice that now bids her be
[Telemachus] [638] --He's English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak Irish
[Telemachus] [641] --Sure we ought to, the old woman said, and I'm ashamed I don't speak the
[Telemachus] [648] milkcan on her forearm and about to go.
[Telemachus] [657] twopence is seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three
[Telemachus] [659] shilling and one and two is two and two, sir.
[Telemachus] [661] Buck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust thickly
[Telemachus] [662] buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to search his
[Telemachus] [665] --Pay up and look pleasant, Haines said to him, smiling.
[Telemachus] [669] fingers and cried:
[Telemachus] [684] She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan's tender chant:
[Telemachus] [691] He turned to Stephen and said:
[Telemachus] [693] --Seriously, Dedalus. I'm stony. Hurry out to your school kip and bring
[Telemachus] [694] us back some money. Today the bards must drink and junket. Ireland
[Telemachus] [702] He turned to Stephen and asked blandly:
[Telemachus] [718] Speaking to me. They wash and tub and scrub. Agenbite of inwit.
[Telemachus] [724] Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table and said with warmth
[Telemachus] [734] Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of the
[Telemachus] [739] He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen and
[Telemachus] [747] --I blow him out about you, Buck Mulligan said, and then you come along
[Telemachus] [748] with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.
[Telemachus] [752] Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen's arm.
[Telemachus] [762] He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown, saying
[Telemachus] [771] And putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them,
[Telemachus] [772] chiding them, and to his dangling watchchain. His hands plunged and
[Telemachus] [774] we'll simply have to dress the character. I want puce gloves and green
[Telemachus] [779] --And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.
[Telemachus] [781] Stephen picked it up and put it on. Haines called to them from the
[Telemachus] [788] grave words and gait, saying, wellnigh with sorrow:
[Telemachus] [790] --And going forth he met Butterly.
[Telemachus] [793] and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to the slow iron door and
[Telemachus] [815] They halted while Haines surveyed the tower and said at last:
[Telemachus] [825] and the fifty-five reasons he has made out to prop it up. Wait till I have
[Telemachus] [837] --Pooh! Buck Mulligan said. We have grown out of Wilde and paradoxes.
[Telemachus] [839] Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own
[Telemachus] [844] Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending in
[Telemachus] [849] --We're always tired in the morning, Stephen said to Haines. And it is
[Telemachus] [857] and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore. THAT BEETLES O'ER
[Telemachus] [866] Eyes, pale as the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent.
[Telemachus] [868] smokeplume of the mailboat vague on the bright skyline and a sail tacking
[Telemachus] [872] The Father and the Son idea. The Son striving to be atoned with the
[Telemachus] [878] doll's head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and began
[Telemachus] [897] He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running forward
[Telemachus] [899] wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted:
[Telemachus] [912] Haines, who had been laughing guardedly, walked on beside Stephen and
[Telemachus] [926] narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a
[Telemachus] [932] stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.
[Telemachus] [936] Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his
[Telemachus] [937] sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang
[Telemachus] [938] it open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk
[Telemachus] [957] Stephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him was not
[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] [973] --The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and
[Telemachus] [974] the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church.
[Telemachus] [984] the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts,
[Telemachus] [986] Marcellus, the voices blended, singing alone loud in affirmation: and
[Telemachus] [987] behind their chant the vigilant angel of the church militant disarmed and
[Telemachus] [989] Photius and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and Arius,
[Telemachus] [991] Father, and Valentine, spurning Christ's terrene body, and the subtle
[Telemachus] [995] menace, a disarming and a worsting from those embattled angels of the
[Telemachus] [997] their lances and their shields.
[Telemachus] [1001] --Of course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, and I feel as one. I
[Telemachus] [1034] glistening on his pate and on its garland of grey hair, water rilling
[Telemachus] [1035] over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black sagging
[Telemachus] [1038] Buck Mulligan made way for him to scramble past and, glancing at Haines
[Telemachus] [1039] and Stephen, crossed himself piously with his thumbnail at brow and lips
[Telemachus] [1040] and breastbone.
[Telemachus] [1043] rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.
[Telemachus] [1060] He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying
[Telemachus] [1068] and I, the supermen.
[Telemachus] [1070] He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his
[Telemachus] [1077] The young man shoved himself backward through the water and reached the
[Telemachus] [1094] --And twopence, he said, for a pint. Throw it there.
[Telemachus] [1105] and smiling at wild Irish.
[Telemachus] [1124] A voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to him from the sea. Turning
[Nestor] [1146] Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as
[Nestor] [1148] excess. I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling
[Nestor] [1149] masonry, and time one livid final flame. What's left us then?
[Nestor] [1153] --Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the gorescarred
[Nestor] [1156] --Yes, sir. And he said: ANOTHER VICTORY LIKE THAT AND WE ARE DONE FOR.
[Nestor] [1171] between his palms at whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to
[Nestor] [1179] loudly, aware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas pay.
[Nestor] [1190] their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their bracelets tittering
[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] [1208] them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite
[Nestor] [1223] --And the story, sir?
[Nestor] [1227] A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of
[Nestor] [1237] Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated
[Nestor] [1240] delicate Siamese conned a handbook of strategy. Fed and feeding brains
[Nestor] [1241] about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers: and in
[Nestor] [1259] His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again,
[Nestor] [1261] these craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer's heart and lips
[Nestor] [1262] and on mine. It lies upon their eager faces who offered him a coin of the
[Nestor] [1264] from dark eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church's
[Nestor] [1283] Crowding together they strapped and buckled their satchels, all gabbling
[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] [1326] Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks
[Nestor] [1327] and clamour of their boots and tongues.
[Nestor] [1330] open copybook. His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of
[Nestor] [1331] unreadiness and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up pleading.
[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] [1339] --Mr Deasy told me to write them out all again, he said, and show them to
[Nestor] [1353] Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink, a snail's
[Nestor] [1354] bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in her heart.
[Nestor] [1360] rosewood and wetted ashes. She had saved him from being trampled
[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] [1364] earth, listened, scraped and scraped.
[Nestor] [1369] lumberroom: the hollow knock of a ball and calls from the field.
[Nestor] [1372] of their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes. Give hands,
[Nestor] [1374] the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and
[Nestor] [1385] of shame flickering behind his dull skin. AMOR MATRIS: subjective and
[Nestor] [1386] objective genitive. With her weak blood and wheysour milk she had fed him
[Nestor] [1387] and hid from sight of others his swaddling bands.
[Nestor] [1391] lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent, stony
[Nestor] [1401] He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
[Nestor] [1404] --You had better get your stick and go out to the others, Stephen said as
[Nestor] [1415] He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the
[Nestor] [1417] and Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet.
[Nestor] [1423] --Cochrane and Halliday are on the same side, sir, Stephen said.
[Nestor] [1428] And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice
[Nestor] [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] [1450] slapped open and he took from it two notes, one of joined halves, and laid
[Nestor] [1453] --Two, he said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away.
[Nestor] [1455] And now his strongroom for the gold. Stephen's embarrassed hand
[Nestor] [1456] moved over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar: whelks and money
[Nestor] [1457] cowries and leopard shells: and this, whorled as an emir's turban, and
[Nestor] [1461] A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the soft pile of the tablecloth.
[Nestor] [1465] shillings. Sixpences, halfcrowns. And here crowns. See.
[Nestor] [1467] He shot from it two crowns and two shillings.
[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] [1478] and misery.
[Nestor] [1481] and lose it. You just buy one of these machines. You'll find them very
[Nestor] [1488] The same room and hour, the same wisdom: and I the same. Three
[Nestor] [1507] history is to blame: on me and on my words, unhating.
[Nestor] [1541] --You think me an old fogey and an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I
[Nestor] [1547] Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in
[Nestor] [1548] Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarse, masked and
[Nestor] [1549] armed, the planters' covenant. The black north and true blue bible.
[Nestor] [1561] and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do so.
[Nestor] [1576] He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and
[Nestor] [1583] elbow and, muttering, began to prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard
[Nestor] [1591] backing king's colours, and shouted with the shouts of vanished crowds.
[Nestor] [1597] the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and
[Nestor] [1599] money the favourite: ten to one the field. Dicers and thimbleriggers we
[Nestor] [1600] hurried by after the hoofs, the vying caps and jackets and past the
[Nestor] [1603] Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a whirring whistle.
[Nestor] [1608] shock. Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the frozen deathspew of the
[Nestor] [1616] foot and mouth disease. Just look through it. There can be no two opinions
[Nestor] [1629] Foot and mouth disease. Known as Koch's preparation. Serum and
[Nestor] [1636] --I want that to be printed and read, Mr Deasy said. You will see at the
[Nestor] [1637] next outbreak they will put an embargo on Irish cattle. And it can be
[Nestor] [1639] regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there. They offer
[Nestor] [1644] He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke.
[Nestor] [1647] jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are the
[Nestor] [1654] broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again.
[Nestor] [1666] --A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or
[Nestor] [1669] --They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can see
[Nestor] [1670] the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the
[Nestor] [1677] slow eyes belied the words, the gestures eager and unoffending, but knew
[Nestor] [1678] the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain patience
[Nestor] [1679] to heap and hoard. Time surely would scatter all. A hoard heaped by the
[Nestor] [1680] roadside: plundered and passing on. Their eyes knew their years of
[Nestor] [1681] wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their flesh.
[Nestor] [1687] He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell
[Nestor] [1708] Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose
[Nestor] [1711] --I am happier than you are, he said. We have committed many errors and
[Nestor] [1715] to our shore here, MacMurrough's wife and her leman, O'Rourke, prince of
[Nestor] [1735] And here what will you learn more?
[Nestor] [1751] --I will try, Stephen said, and let you know tomorrow. I know two editors
[Nestor] [1772] He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the
[Nestor] [1773] trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield.
[Nestor] [1786] Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.
[Nestor] [1790] No. And do you know why?
[Proteus] [1813] through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and
[Proteus] [1817] sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, MAESTRO
[Proteus] [1820] not a door. Shut your eyes and see.
[Proteus] [1822] Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and
[Proteus] [1825] NACHEINANDER. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the
[Proteus] [1843] open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. BASTA! I will see if I can
[Proteus] [1846] See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world
[Proteus] [1850] FRAUENZIMMER: and down the shelving shore flabbily, their splayed feet
[Proteus] [1862] Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. She had
[Proteus] [1864] vellum, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from
[Proteus] [1868] man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her
[Proteus] [1869] breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will. From before the
[Proteus] [1870] ages He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. A LEX ETERNA
[Proteus] [1871] stays about Him. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son
[Proteus] [1875] beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower of a
[Proteus] [1878] Airs romped round him, nipping and eager airs. They are coming,
[Proteus] [1882] I mustn't forget his letter for the press. And after? The Ship, half
[Proteus] [1891] Sally? Couldn't he fly a bit higher than that, eh? And and and and tell
[Proteus] [1893] De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer and his brother,
[Proteus] [1894] the cornet player. Highly respectable gondoliers! And skeweyed Walter
[Proteus] [1895] sirring his father, no less! Sir. Yes, sir. No, sir. Jesus wept: and no
[Proteus] [1898] I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage: and wait. They take
[Proteus] [1905] A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me.
[Proteus] [1909] In his broad bed nuncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over
[Proteus] [1916] eyes of master Goff and master Shapland Tandy, filing consents and
[Proteus] [1917] common searches and a writ of DUCES TECUM. A bogoak frame over his bald
[Proteus] [1923] --Malt for Richie and Stephen, tell mother. Where is she?
[Proteus] [1956] Houses of decay, mine, his and all. You told the Clongowes gentry
[Proteus] [1957] you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of
[Proteus] [1968] and echo, assisting about the altar's horns, the snorted Latin of
[Proteus] [1969] jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat
[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] [1977] brain. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his second
[Proteus] [1978] bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) and, rising, heard
[Proteus] [2011] cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the higher beach
[Proteus] [2013] steersmen and master mariners. Human shells.
[Proteus] [2016] there? Seems not. No-one about. He turned northeast and crossed the
[Proteus] [2060] fiery Columbanus. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt
[Proteus] [2087] and Madeleine newmake their tumbled beauties, shattering with gold teeth
[Proteus] [2101] breaths and grumbling gorges. His breath hangs over our saucestained
[Proteus] [2117] The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Loose
[Proteus] [2118] tobaccoshreds catch fire: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Raw
[Proteus] [2127] of Clerkenwell and, crouching, saw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward
[Proteus] [2128] in the fog. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. In gay Paree he hides,
[Proteus] [2133] outcast man, madame in rue Git-le-Coeur, canary and two buck lodgers.
[Proteus] [2134] Peachy cheeks, a zebra skirt, frisky as a young thing's. Spurned and
[Proteus] [2149] He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his
[Proteus] [2163] panthersahib and his pointer. Call: no answer. He lifted his feet up from
[Proteus] [2164] the suck and turned back by the mole of boulders. Take all, keep all. My
[Proteus] [2171] sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant
[Proteus] [2176] Gautier's prose. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted
[Proteus] [2177] here. And these, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a warren of weasel rats.
[Proteus] [2178] Hide gold there. Try it. You have some. Sands and stones. Heavy of the
[Proteus] [2196] hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. Famine, plague and slaughters. Their
[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] [2208] kings' sons. Paradise of pretenders then and now. He saved men from
[Proteus] [2209] drowning and you shake at a cur's yelping. But the courtiers who mocked
[Proteus] [2223] A woman and a man. I see her skirties. Pinned up, I bet.
[Proteus] [2234] from far, from farther out, waves and waves.
[Proteus] [2236] Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping,
[Proteus] [2237] soused their bags and, lifting them again, waded out. The dog yelped
[Proteus] [2238] running to them, reared up and pawed them, dropping on all fours, again
[Proteus] [2241] his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a
[Proteus] [2250] The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless
[Proteus] [2253] lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock. and from under a cocked hindleg pissed
[Proteus] [2254] against it. He trotted forward and, lifting again his hindleg, pissed
[Proteus] [2256] hindpaws then scattered the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved.
[Proteus] [2258] dabbling, delving and stopped to listen to the air, scraped up the sand
[Proteus] [2271] ruffian and his strolling mort. Spoils slung at her back. Loose sand and
[Proteus] [2288] Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. Call away let him: THY QUARRONS DAINTY
[Proteus] [2309] His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air: mouth to her
[Proteus] [2314] Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and
[Proteus] [2341] a grief and kickshaws, a lady of letters. Talk that to someone else,
[Proteus] [2343] and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. Talk about apple dumplings,
[Proteus] [2351] scribbled note and pencil into a pock his hat. His hat down on his eyes.
[Proteus] [2367] now will leave me. And the blame? As I am. As I am. All or not at all.
[Proteus] [2375] flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. And, spent, its speech ceases. It
[Proteus] [2379] and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water
[Proteus] [2380] swaying and upturning coy silver fronds. Day by day: night by night:
[Proteus] [2381] lifted, flooded and let fall. Lord, they are weary; and, whispered to,
[Proteus] [2382] they sigh. Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and waves, waiting,
[Proteus] [2408] LUCIFER, DICO, QUI NESCIT OCCASUM. No. My cockle hat and staff and hismy
[Proteus] [2415] poet. GIA. For the old hag with the yellow teeth. And Monsieur Drumont,
[Calypso] [2438] Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He
[Calypso] [2445] her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the
[Calypso] [2451] Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. She didn't like
[Calypso] [2453] hob and set it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat, its
[Calypso] [2461] The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the
[Calypso] [2485] She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and
[Calypso] [2489] warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.
[Calypso] [2494] three times and licked lightly. Wonder is it true if you clip them they
[Calypso] [2498] He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this
[Calypso] [2507] the bedroom door. She might like something tasty. Thin bread and butter
[Calypso] [2514] And when he had heard his voice say it he added:
[Calypso] [2523] she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled. Must
[Calypso] [2528] was. I rose from the ranks, sir, and I'm proud of it. Still he had brains
[Calypso] [2531] His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and
[Calypso] [2586] aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket. Simon Dedalus takes him off
[Calypso] [2591] Stop and say a word: about the funeral perhaps. Sad thing about poor
[Calypso] [2606] Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the cellar. Then, lo and behold,
[Calypso] [2610] and carry five. What is that, a bob here and there, dribs and drabs. On
[Calypso] [2612] travellers. Square it you with the boss and we'll split the job, see?
[Calypso] [2622] polonies, black and white. Fifteen multiplied by. The figures whitened in
[Calypso] [2624] with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm
[Calypso] [2629] items from a slip in her hand? Chapped: washingsoda. And a pound and a
[Calypso] [2644] in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in
[Calypso] [2647] hands. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his
[Calypso] [2652] sausages and made a red grimace.
[Calypso] [2658] --Thank you, my miss. And one shilling threepence change. For you,
[Calypso] [2661] Mr Bloom pointed quickly. To catch up and walk behind her if she went
[Calypso] [2664] outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right. He sighed
[Calypso] [2673] His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket.
[Calypso] [2674] Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on
[Calypso] [2675] the rubber prickles. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc
[Calypso] [2691] and plant with eucalyptus trees. Excellent for shade, fuel and
[Calypso] [2692] construction. Orangegroves and immense melonfields north of Jaffa. You
[Calypso] [2693] pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives,
[Calypso] [2696] for life as owner in the book of the union. Can pay ten down and the
[Calypso] [2705] too. Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. And Mastiansky
[Calypso] [2708] the nostrils and smell the perfume. Like that, heavy, sweet, wild
[Calypso] [2725] names. A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old. Old now. It bore the
[Calypso] [2749] Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered
[Calypso] [2755] Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm
[Calypso] [2762] --A letter for me from Milly, he said carefully, and a card to you. And a
[Calypso] [2765] He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her
[Calypso] [2771] glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow.
[Calypso] [2779] He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly
[Calypso] [2787] linen: and lifted all in an armful on to the foot of the bed.
[Calypso] [2797] On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. He scalded and
[Calypso] [2798] rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the
[Calypso] [2800] the kettle, crushed the pan flat on the live coals and watched the lump
[Calypso] [2801] of butter slide and melt. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed
[Calypso] [2804] and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. Pepper. He
[Calypso] [2807] Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page and over. Thanks:
[Calypso] [2825] old chap. Oldfashioned way he used to bow Molly off the platform. And the
[Calypso] [2830] He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the
[Calypso] [2832] Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes. He carried it
[Calypso] [2835] Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on
[Calypso] [2841] the pillow. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft
[Calypso] [2857] --LA CI DAREM with J. C. Doyle, she said, and LOVE'S OLD SWEET SONG.
[Calypso] [2880] He felt here and there. VOGLIO E NON VORREI. Wonder if she pronounces
[Calypso] [2881] that right: VOGLIO. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and
[Calypso] [2888] She swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by nothandle and, having
[Calypso] [2896] He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.
[Calypso] [2913] Hengler's. Had to look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your neck and
[Calypso] [2943] in. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Three and six I gave for
[Calypso] [2945] Greece: and for instance all the people that lived then.
[Calypso] [2960] He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes
[Calypso] [2964] fork under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back.
[Calypso] [2965] Only a little burnt. He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the
[Calypso] [2968] Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He
[Calypso] [2969] shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat. Then he put a forkful
[Calypso] [2972] in the gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about some young
[Calypso] [2973] student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side, reading it
[Calypso] [2974] slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the gravy and
[Calypso] [2982] Iovely box of creams and am writing. They are lovely. I am getting on
[Calypso] [2983] swimming in the photo business now. Mr Coghlan took one of me and Mrs.
[Calypso] [2984] Will send when developed. We did great biz yesterday. Fair day and all
[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] [2990] something are big swells and he sings Boylan's (I was on the pop of
[Calypso] [3011] Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after
[Calypso] [3012] piece of kidney. Twelve and six a week. Not much. Still, she might do
[Calypso] [3052] the time. Might take a trip down there. August bank holiday, only two and
[Calypso] [3057] nosed at it and stalked to the door. She looked back at him, mewing.
[Calypso] [3074] his armpit, went to the door and opened it. The cat went up in soft
[Calypso] [3100] brillantined hair over his collar. Just had a wash and brushup. Wonder
[Calypso] [3110] and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Before sitting down he peered
[Calypso] [3115] on his bared knees. Something new and easy. No great hurry. Keep it a
[Calypso] [3118] column has been made to the writer. Three and a half. Three pounds three.
[Calypso] [3119] Three pounds, thirteen and six.
[Calypso] [3121] Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding but
[Calypso] [3127] him but it was something quick and neat. Print anything now. Silly
[Calypso] [3130] LAUGHING WITCH WHO NOW. Begins and ends morally. HAND IN HAND. Smart. He
[Calypso] [3131] glanced back through what he had read and, while feeling his water flow
[Calypso] [3132] quietly, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and received
[Calypso] [3133] payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.
[Calypso] [3135] Might manage a sketch. By Mr and Mrs L. M. Bloom. Invent a story for some
[Calypso] [3155] and eyemasks. Poetical idea: pink, then golden, then grey, then black.
[Calypso] [3158] He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Then
[Calypso] [3159] he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. He pulled back
[Calypso] [3160] the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom into the
[Calypso] [3163] In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he eyed carefully his
[Calypso] [3167] A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George's
[Lotus-Eaters] [3186] Could have given that address too. And past the sailors' home. He turned
[Lotus-Eaters] [3187] from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime street.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3194] frowning face of Bethel. El, yes: house of: Aleph, Beth. And past
[Lotus-Eaters] [3198] and address she then told with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. O, surely he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3202] In Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and Oriental
[Lotus-Eaters] [3203] Tea Company and read the legends of leadpapered packets: choice blend,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3206] blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3207] right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. Very warm morning.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3211] headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3213] So warm. His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3214] hair. Then he put on his hat again, relieved: and read again: choice
[Lotus-Eaters] [3223] roseleaves. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. Where was the chap I
[Lotus-Eaters] [3235] He turned away and sauntered across the road. How did she walk with her
[Lotus-Eaters] [3237] from his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a baton and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3248] poster with soldiers of all arms on parade: and held the tip of his baton
[Lotus-Eaters] [3253] letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3261] Answered anyhow. He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3263] Castoff soldier. There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. No, he's a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3266] enlist and drill. Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell
[Lotus-Eaters] [3273] He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right. Talk: as if
[Lotus-Eaters] [3274] that would mend matters. His hand went into his pocket and a forefinger
[Lotus-Eaters] [3277] letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something
[Lotus-Eaters] [3293] His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3316] match. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. Handsome is and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3317] handsome does. Reserved about to yield. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is
[Lotus-Eaters] [3320] --I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and what do
[Lotus-Eaters] [3324] Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath
[Lotus-Eaters] [3330] --And he said: SAD THING ABOUT OUR POOR FRIEND PADDY! WHAT PADDY? I said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3347] --WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM? He said. HE'S DEAD, he said. And, faith, he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3355] Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3372] He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3392] Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3394] and fair man. Letter. Cat furry black ball. Torn strip of envelope.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3405] SWEEEET SONG. There's a committee formed. Part shares and part profits.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3419] drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself
[Lotus-Eaters] [3433] Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of it from that
[Lotus-Eaters] [3438] way: for a little ballad. No guts in it. You and me, don't you know: in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3443] again. Your wife and my wife.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3448] hoardings. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale (Aromatic). Clery's Summer
[Lotus-Eaters] [3454] was: sixtyfive. And Ristori in Vienna. What is this the right name is? By
[Lotus-Eaters] [3456] where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice and puts his fingers on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3460] father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3461] father and left the God of his father.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3469] Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3473] He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing
[Lotus-Eaters] [3477] full for words. Still they get their feed all right and their doss.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3482] He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3495] He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted
[Lotus-Eaters] [3497] Ruins and tenements. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court
[Lotus-Eaters] [3502] And once I played marbles when I went to that old dame's school. She liked
[Lotus-Eaters] [3503] mignonette. Mrs Ellis's. And Mr? He opened the letter within the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3512] I got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it. I am sorry
[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] [3535] and placed it in his heart pocket. Language of flowers. They like it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3537] walking slowly forward he read the letter again, murmuring here and there
[Lotus-Eaters] [3541] read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3584] trottingmatches. She listens with big dark soft eyes. Tell her: more and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3588] in shreds and scattered them towards the road. The shreds fluttered away,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3597] eightpence a gallon of porter, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3598] One and four into twenty: fifteen about. Yes, exactly. Fifteen millions of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3604] Barrels bumped in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside. The
[Lotus-Eaters] [3605] bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing together,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3610] porch he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again
[Lotus-Eaters] [3615] S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African Mission. Prayers for the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3622] of thorns and cross. Clever idea Saint Patrick the shamrock. Chopsticks?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3633] pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the rere.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3641] drop or two (are they in water?) off it and put it neatly into her mouth.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3642] Her hat and head sank. Then the next one. Her hat sank at once. Then the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3644] mouth, murmuring all the time. Latin. The next one. Shut your eyes and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3651] one, and seek their places. He approached a bench and seated himself in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3652] its corner, nursing his hat and newspaper. These pots we have to wear. We
[Lotus-Eaters] [3653] ought to have hats modelled on our heads. They were about him here and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3663] oblivion, and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Old fellow asleep
[Lotus-Eaters] [3667] He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel
[Lotus-Eaters] [3672] it is. And the other one? Iron nails ran in.
[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] [3680] thinking of. Denis Carey. And just imagine that. Wife and six children
[Lotus-Eaters] [3681] at home. And plotting that murder all the time. Those crawthumpers,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3690] Wheatley's Dublin hop bitters or Cantrell and Cochrane's ginger ale
[Lotus-Eaters] [3709] music, on art and statues and pictures of all kinds. Palestrina for
[Lotus-Eaters] [3718] He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about
[Lotus-Eaters] [3719] and bless all the people. All crossed themselves and stood up. Mr Bloom
[Lotus-Eaters] [3720] glanced about him and then stood up, looking over the risen hats. Stand up
[Lotus-Eaters] [3721] at the gospel of course. Then all settled down on their knees again and he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3723] holding the thing out from him, and he and the massboy answered each other
[Lotus-Eaters] [3724] in Latin. Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a card:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3726] --O God, our refuge and our strength ...
[Lotus-Eaters] [3730] Glorious and immaculate virgin. Joseph, her spouse. Peter and Paul. More
[Lotus-Eaters] [3734] their hands. More than doctor or solicitor. Woman dying to. And I
[Lotus-Eaters] [3735] schschschschschsch. And did you chachachachacha? And why did you? Look
[Lotus-Eaters] [3738] Repentance skindeep. Lovely shame. Pray at an altar. Hail Mary and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3742] in Rome: they work the whole show. And don't they rake in the money too?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3745] Monasteries and convents. The priest in that Fermanagh will case in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3747] Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The doctors of the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3753] safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God restrain
[Lotus-Eaters] [3754] him, we humbly pray!): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3755] power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those other wicked
[Lotus-Eaters] [3758] The priest and the massboy stood up and walked off. All over. The
[Lotus-Eaters] [3769] passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through the main door
[Lotus-Eaters] [3771] while before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3776] Chemists rarely move. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3781] other trousers. O, and I forgot that latchkey too. Bore this funeral
[Lotus-Eaters] [3788] seems to have. Shrunken skull. And old. Quest for the philosopher's stone.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3792] alabaster lilypots. Mortar and pestle. Aq. Dist. Fol. Laur. Te Virid.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3807] dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. Lot of time taken up telling your
[Lotus-Eaters] [3808] aches and pains.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3810] --Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom said, and then
[Lotus-Eaters] [3815] --And white wax also, he said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3820] teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3822] skin. Leopold, yes. Three we have. Warts, bunions and pimples to make it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3831] --Yes, sir, the chemist said. That was two and nine. Have you brought a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3834] --No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I'll call later in the day and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3841] --I'll take this one, he said. That makes three and a penny.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3851] At his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3867] paper and get shut of him.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3876] Bantam Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3890] Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3901] wheel. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and the hub big: college.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3912] And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the floor.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3920] warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3921] limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3922] his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush
[Hades] [3931] carriage and, entering deftly, seated himself. Mr Power stepped in after
[Hades] [3938] Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, saying:
[Hades] [3944] Mr Bloom entered and sat in the vacant place. He pulled the door to
[Hades] [3945] after him and slammed it twice till it shut tight. He passed an arm
[Hades] [3946] through the armstrap and looked seriously from the open carriagewindow at
[Hades] [3952] ready. Laying it out. Molly and Mrs Fleming making the bed. Pull it more
[Hades] [3954] Wash and shampoo. I believe they clip the nails and the hair. Keep a bit
[Hades] [3963] and swaying. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. The blinds
[Hades] [3964] of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar.
[Hades] [3967] They waited still, their knees jogging, till they had turned and were
[Hades] [3969] rattled rolling over the cobbled causeway and the crazy glasses shook
[Hades] [3980] All watched awhile through their windows caps and hats lifted by
[Hades] [3989] --Your son and heir.
[Hades] [3993] The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup
[Hades] [3994] roadway before the tenement houses, lurched round the corner and,
[Hades] [4003] faction, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of
[Hades] [4009] Richie Goulding and the legal bag. Goulding, Collis and Ward he
[Hades] [4019] all over Dublin. But with the help of God and His blessed mother I'll make
[Hades] [4030] mild face and Martin Cunningham's eyes and beard, gravely shaking.
[Hades] [4036] at it by the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up.
[Hades] [4049] Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Still, she's a dear girl. Soon
[Hades] [4053] The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying.
[Hades] [4068] All raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed
[Hades] [4070] downward and said:
[Hades] [4086] --Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He's behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.
[Hades] [4088] --And Corny Kelleher himself? Mr Power asked.
[Hades] [4107] got it. Poor children! Doubles them up black and blue in convulsions.
[Hades] [4115] A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of
[Hades] [4132] The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed
[Hades] [4135] --Tom Kernan was immense last night, he said. And Paddy Leonard taking
[Hades] [4145] --Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He's dead nuts on that. And the
[Hades] [4161] Peake is that? is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne's? no, Sexton,
[Hades] [4164] his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month's mind: Quinlan.
[Hades] [4223] looking at them: well pared. And after: thinking alone. Body getting a bit
[Hades] [4229] He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant
[Hades] [4250] topnobbers. J. C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The best, in
[Hades] [4253] --And MADAME, Mr Power said smiling. Last but not least.
[Hades] [4255] Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and
[Hades] [4271] And MADAME. Twenty past eleven. Up. Mrs Fleming is in to clean.
[Hades] [4296] Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly:
[Hades] [4311] --That's an awfully good one that's going the rounds about Reuben J and
[Hades] [4320] --There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined to send
[Hades] [4325] --Yes, Mr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he tried
[Hades] [4336] --Reuben and the son were piking it down the quay next the river on their
[Hades] [4337] way to the Isle of Man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and
[Hades] [4342] --Dead! Martin Cunningham cried. Not he! A boatman got a pole and
[Hades] [4343] fished him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the
[Hades] [4348] --And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said, gave the boatman a florin for
[Hades] [4357] --One and eightpence too much, Mr Dedalus said drily.
[Hades] [4373] fingers. Poor Paddy! I little thought a week ago when I saw him last and
[Hades] [4396] --No suffering, he said. A moment and all is over. Like dying in sleep.
[Hades] [4403] night too. Chummies and slaveys. Under the patronage of the late Father
[Hades] [4413] A dwarf's face, mauve and wrinkled like little Rudy's was. Dwarf's
[Hades] [4428] Martin Cunningham drew out his watch briskly, coughed and put it back.
[Hades] [4445] riverbed clutching rushes. He looked at me. And that awful drunkard of a
[Hades] [4446] wife of his. Setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the
[Hades] [4450] Dedalus told me he was in there. Drunk about the place and capering with
[Hades] [4463] the slats of the Venetian blind. The coroner's sunlit ears, big and hairy.
[Hades] [4482] over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls. Has anybody
[Hades] [4488] terrible the women. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the
[Hades] [4498] bony croups. Outside them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating
[Hades] [4509] old England. They buy up all the juicy ones. And then the fifth quarter
[Hades] [4524] --Yes, Mr Bloom said, and another thing I often thought, is to have
[Hades] [4526] out to the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and carriage and
[Hades] [4529] --O, that be damned for a story, Mr Dedalus said. Pullman car and saloon
[Hades] [4539] --And, Martin Cunningham said, we wouldn't have scenes like that when
[Hades] [4540] the hearse capsized round Dunphy's and upset the coffin on to the road.
[Hades] [4542] --That was terrible, Mr Power's shocked face said, and the corpse fell
[Hades] [4550] Dignam shot out and rolling over stiff in the dust in a brown habit too
[Hades] [4564] the knocking about? He would and he wouldn't, I suppose. Depends on
[Hades] [4604] appealing. The best obtainable. Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and
[Hades] [4610] grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown
[Hades] [4642] trees, white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain
[Hades] [4646] Cunningham put out his arm and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the
[Hades] [4647] door open with his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus
[Hades] [4651] swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief
[Hades] [4655] Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. It's all the same.
[Hades] [4657] Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit.
[Hades] [4661] He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed,
[Hades] [4662] Hynes walking after them. Corny Kelleher stood by the opened hearse and
[Hades] [4679] Mourners came out through the gates: woman and a girl. Leanjawed
[Hades] [4681] dirt and tears, holding the woman's arm, looking up at her for a sign to
[Hades] [4682] cry. Fish's face, bloodless and livid.
[Hades] [4684] The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates. So
[Hades] [4686] stiff: then the friends of the stiff. Corny Kelleher and the boy followed
[Hades] [4723] He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had
[Hades] [4729] a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial mourning. But in
[Hades] [4733] never comes. One must go first: alone, under the ground: and lie no more
[Hades] [4742] Lambert said. Same old six and eightpence. Stopped with Dick Tivy.
[Hades] [4744] --And how is Dick, the solid man?
[Hades] [4746] --Nothing between himself and heaven, Ned Lambert answered.
[Hades] [4767] behind the boy with the wreath looking down at his sleekcombed hair and
[Hades] [4770] and recognise for the last time. All he might have done. I owe three
[Hades] [4778] knelt here and there in prayingdesks. Mr Bloom stood behind near the font
[Hades] [4779] and, when all had knelt, dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper from his
[Hades] [4780] pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. He fitted his black hat gently on
[Hades] [4781] his left knee and, holding its brim, bent over piously.
[Hades] [4788] They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book
[Hades] [4808] lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to bore a hole in the coffins
[Hades] [4809] sometimes to let out the bad gas and burn it. Out it rushes: blue. One
[Hades] [4810] whiff of that and you're a doner.
[Hades] [4815] bucket and shook it over the coffin. Then he walked to the other end and
[Hades] [4816] shook it again. Then he came back and put it back in the bucket. As you
[Hades] [4831] over them all and shook water on top of them: sleep. On Dignam now.
[Hades] [4838] The priest closed his book and went off, followed by the server.
[Hades] [4839] Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in, hoisted
[Hades] [4840] the coffin again, carried it out and shoved it on their cart. Corny
[Hades] [4841] Kelleher gave one wreath to the boy and one to the brother-in-law. All
[Hades] [4845] ground the gravel with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots
[Hades] [4868] Corny Kelleher stepped aside from his rank and allowed the mourners to
[Hades] [4873] Mr Bloom closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head.
[Hades] [4896] --I AM THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE. That touches a man's inmost heart.
[Hades] [4903] every day. One fine day it gets bunged up: and there you are. Lots of
[Hades] [4905] thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead.
[Hades] [4907] Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day! Then every
[Hades] [4908] fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his
[Hades] [4935] golden years ago, at Mat Dillon's in Roundtown. And a good armful she
[Hades] [4967] Saluting Ned Lambert and John Henry Menton he walked on at Martin
[Hades] [4974] They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes inclined his ear. The
[Hades] [4975] caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke in
[Hades] [4980] Mulcahy from the Coombe and were told where he was buried. After traipsing
[Hades] [4988] --And, after blinking up at the sacred figure, NOT A BLOODY BIT LIKE THE
[Hades] [4991] Rewarded by smiles he fell back and spoke with Corny Kelleher, accepting
[Hades] [4992] the dockets given him, turning them over and scanning them as he walked.
[Hades] [5008] come out grey. And temper getting cross. Silver threads among the grey.
[Hades] [5010] Come out and live in the graveyard. Dangle that before her. It might
[Hades] [5013] yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be a descendant I suppose who is this used
[Hades] [5031] must be: oblong cells. And very neat he keeps it too: trim grass and
[Hades] [5039] and accountant, lately deceased, three pounds thirteen and six.
[Hades] [5043] nails. Charnelhouses. Dreadful. Turning green and pink decomposing. Rot
[Hades] [5058] fashion. A juicy pear or ladies' punch, hot, strong and sweet. Keep out
[Hades] [5068] --Two, Corny Kelleher said. Half ten and eleven.
[Hades] [5071] trundle. The mourners split and moved to each side of the hole, stepping
[Hades] [5072] with care round the graves. The gravediggers bore the coffin and set its
[Hades] [5096] Only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in the one coffin. I see what
[Hades] [5113] gravetrestles. They struggled up and out: and all uncovered. Twenty.
[Hades] [5130] you like to see a priest? Then rambling and wandering. Delirium all you
[Hades] [5133] soles of his feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on the
[Hades] [5142] and not in hell. Nice change of air. Out of the fryingpan of life into the
[Hades] [5148] poor mamma, and little Rudy.
[Hades] [5150] The gravediggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay
[Hades] [5151] in on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all
[Hades] [5154] some law to pierce the heart and make sure or an electric clock or
[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] [5163] themselves without show. Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly
[Hades] [5173] --L, Mr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M'Coy's name too.
[Hades] [5185] --And tell us, Hynes said, do you know that fellow in the, fellow was
[Hades] [5197] --No, Mr Bloom began, turning and stopping. I say, Hynes!
[Hades] [5210] A mound of damp clods rose more, rose, and the gravediggers rested their
[Hades] [5213] on their caps and carried their earthy spades towards the barrow. Then
[Hades] [5241] eyes, old Ireland's hearts and hands. More sensible to spend the money on
[Hades] [5243] anybody really? Plant him and have done with him. Like down a coalshoot.
[Hades] [5249] More interesting if they told you what they were. So and So, wheelwright.
[Hades] [5255] Nice country residence. Newly plastered and painted. Ideal spot to
[Hades] [5256] have a quiet smoke and read the CHURCH TIMES. Marriage ads they never
[Hades] [5266] daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the grave.
[Hades] [5269] sideways and red it should be painted like a real heart. Ireland was
[Hades] [5271] infliction? Would birds come then and peck like the boy with the basket of
[Hades] [5304] meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. I read in that
[Hades] [5307] Wholesale burners and Dutch oven dealers. Time of the plague. Quicklime
[Hades] [5320] here was Mrs Sinico's funeral. Poor papa too. The love that kills. And
[Hades] [5326] other world she wrote. No more do I. Plenty to see and hear and feel yet.
[Hades] [5333] commissioner for oaths and affidavits. Dignam used to be in his office.
[Hades] [5338] sight. Molly and Floey Dillon linked under the lilactree, laughing.
[Hades] [5352] off his hat, bulged out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his
[Aeolus] [5379] for Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clonskea, Rathgar and Terenure,
[Aeolus] [5380] Palmerston Park and upper Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines,
[Aeolus] [5381] Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross. The hoarse Dublin
[Aeolus] [5384] --Rathgar and Terenure!
[Aeolus] [5388] Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a
[Aeolus] [5398] Under the porch of the general post office shoeblacks called and
[Aeolus] [5402] and paid, for local, provincial, British and overseas delivery.
[Aeolus] [5409] stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float
[Aeolus] [5415] --Just cut it out, will you? Mr Bloom said, and I'll take it round to the
[Aeolus] [5423] newspaper in four clean strokes. Scissors and paste.
[Aeolus] [5439] Red Murray touched Mr Bloom's arm with the shears and whispered:
[Aeolus] [5443] Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a
[Aeolus] [5444] stately figure entered between the newsboards of the WEEKLY FREEMAN AND
[Aeolus] [5465] Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Hand on his
[Aeolus] [5481] and stepped off posthaste with a word:
[Aeolus] [5490] passed in through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage,
[Aeolus] [5494] He pushed in the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn
[Aeolus] [5508] Working away, tearing away. And that old grey rat tearing to get in.
[Aeolus] [5518] worth. It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not the stale news in
[Aeolus] [5520] year one thousand and. Demesne situate in the townland of Rosenallis,
[Aeolus] [5522] statute showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from
[Aeolus] [5523] Ballina. Nature notes. Cartoons. Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story.
[Aeolus] [5532] Now if he got paralysed there and no-one knew how to stop them they'd
[Aeolus] [5533] clank on and on the same, print it over and over and up and back.
[Aeolus] [5541] sheet and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over
[Aeolus] [5553] --Mm, Mr Bloom said. Look sharp and you'll catch him.
[Aeolus] [5569] Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded.
[Aeolus] [5581] The foreman turned round to hear patiently and, lifting an elbow,
[Aeolus] [5589] foreman's sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice, and beyond the
[Aeolus] [5592] uses, thousand and one things.
[Aeolus] [5602] Alexander Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant. So on.
[Aeolus] [5609] The foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched
[Aeolus] [5622] there too. I'll just run out and ask him. Well, you can do that and just a
[Aeolus] [5674] --Then I'll get the design, Mr Nannetti, he said, and you'll give it a
[Aeolus] [5694] and washer. Daughter working the machine in the parlour. Plain Jane, no
[Aeolus] [5706] Egypt and into the house of bondage ALLELUIA. SHEMA ISRAEL ADONAI ELOHENU.
[Aeolus] [5707] No, that's the other. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons. And then the
[Aeolus] [5708] lamb and the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the butcher.
[Aeolus] [5709] And then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the ox and the
[Aeolus] [5716] to the landing. Now am I going to tram it out all the way and then catch
[Aeolus] [5731] handkerchief he took out the soap and stowed it away, buttoned, into the
[Aeolus] [5770] --And Xenophon looked upon Marathon, Mr Dedalus said, looking again
[Aeolus] [5771] on the fireplace and to the window, and Marathon looked on the sea.
[Aeolus] [5776] He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and,
[Aeolus] [5829] --Well. And yourself?
[Aeolus] [5838] That hectic flush spells finis for a man. Touch and go with him. What's in
[Aeolus] [5848] --Very much so, professor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He's in
[Aeolus] [5851] J. J. O'Molloy strolled to the sloping desk and began to turn back the
[Aeolus] [5855] of honour. Reaping the whirlwind. Used to get good retainers from D. and
[Aeolus] [5860] they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same
[Aeolus] [5862] next. Go for one another baldheaded in the papers and then all blows over.
[Aeolus] [5874] --Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he
[Aeolus] [5892] --O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and onions!
[Aeolus] [5895] He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy
[Aeolus] [5915] The inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face,
[Aeolus] [5917] stared about them and the harsh voice asked:
[Aeolus] [5921] --And here comes the sham squire himself! professor MacHugh said grandly.
[Aeolus] [5942] won every time! North Cork and Spanish officers!
[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] [5977] to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder.
[Aeolus] [6000] Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door
[Aeolus] [6005] Professor MacHugh strode across the room and seized the cringing
[Aeolus] [6006] urchin by the collar as the others scampered out of the hall and down the
[Aeolus] [6008] blue scrawls and under the table came to earth.
[Aeolus] [6012] --Throw him out and shut the door, the editor said. There's a hurricane
[Aeolus] [6027] He hustled the boy out and banged the door to.
[Aeolus] [6041] The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and
[Aeolus] [6044] --PARDON, MONSIEUR, Lenehan said, clutching him for an instant and making
[Aeolus] [6052] He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee:
[Aeolus] [6058] He went to the door and, holding it ajar, paused. J. J. O'Molloy
[Aeolus] [6082] J. J. O'Molloy took the tissues from Lenehan's hand and read them,
[Aeolus] [6099] --Look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cry, Lenehan said, and
[Aeolus] [6100] you'll kick. O, my rib risible! Taking off his flat spaugs and the walk.
[Aeolus] [6116] jingling his keys in his back pocket. They jingled then in the air and
[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] [6131] O'Molloy opened his case again and offered it.
[Aeolus] [6157] --That's it, he said. We are the fat. You and I are the fat in the fire.
[Aeolus] [6171] The Jews in the wilderness and on the mountaintop said: IT IS MEET TO BE
[Aeolus] [6175] about him in his toga and he said: IT IS MEET TO BE HERE. LET US CONSTRUCT
[Aeolus] [6185] --And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh responded.
[Aeolus] [6213] Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to the title and signature.
[Aeolus] [6225] FROM STORM AND SOUTH
[Aeolus] [6231] shoulders. Foot and mouth? Are you turned ...?
[Aeolus] [6242] --O, I know him, Myles Crawford said, and I knew his wife too. The
[Aeolus] [6243] bloodiest old tartar God ever made. By Jesus, she had the foot and mouth
[Aeolus] [6244] disease and no mistake! The night she threw the soup in the waiter's face
[Aeolus] [6245] in the Star and Garter. Oho!
[Aeolus] [6264] --And if not? he said.
[Aeolus] [6277] is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal
[Aeolus] [6291] and the Saxon know not. KYRIE! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to
[Aeolus] [6293] and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit. We are liege
[Aeolus] [6295] and of the empire of the spirit, not an IMPERIUM, that went under with the
[Aeolus] [6347] Stephen's and Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties.
[Aeolus] [6349] --Paris, past and present, he said. You look like communards.
[Aeolus] [6369] --And Madam Bloom, Mr O'Madden Burke added. The vocal muse. Dublin's
[Aeolus] [6388] --Foot and mouth disease! the editor cried in scornful invective. Great
[Aeolus] [6391] Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy.
[Aeolus] [6419] Where it took place. Tim Kelly, or Kavanagh I mean. Joe Brady and the
[Aeolus] [6426] --Hop and carry one, is it? Myles Crawford said.
[Aeolus] [6428] --And poor Gumley is down there too, so he told me, minding stones for
[Aeolus] [6440] He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.
[Aeolus] [6455] His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.
[Aeolus] [6461] dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his
[Aeolus] [6490] besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, and
[Aeolus] [6495] --Madam, I'm Adam. And Able was I ere I saw Elba.
[Aeolus] [6498] there first. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that. Out of an
[Aeolus] [6504] --The father of scare journalism, Lenehan confirmed, and the
[Aeolus] [6524] last year and thought she'd buy a view of Dublin. And it turned out to be
[Aeolus] [6528] --They're only in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said.
[Aeolus] [6529] Psha! Press and the bar! Where have you a man now at the bar like those
[Aeolus] [6539] RHYMES AND REASONS
[Aeolus] [6568] you. Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and
[Aeolus] [6569] Edmund Burke? Ignatius Gallaher we all know and his Chapelizod boss,
[Aeolus] [6570] Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his American cousin of the Bowery
[Aeolus] [6571] guttersheet not to mention PADDY KELLY'S BUDGET, PUE'S OCCURRENCES and our
[Aeolus] [6579] --Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his
[Aeolus] [6591] J. J. O'Molloy turned to Stephen and said quietly and slowly:
[Aeolus] [6611] as contrasted with the earlier Mosaic code, the LEX TALIONIS. And he cited
[Aeolus] [6622] Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar.
[Aeolus] [6640] His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall.
[Aeolus] [6648] Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed.
[Aeolus] [6650] Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his
[Aeolus] [6674] spoken and the paper under debate was an essay (new for those days),
[Aeolus] [6677] He turned towards Myles Crawford and said:
[Aeolus] [6689] full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction I will not
[Aeolus] [6695] outspanned hand to his spectacles and, with trembling thumb and
[Aeolus] [6707] beard round it. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he
[Aeolus] [6711] Stephen's face and then bent at once to the ground, seeking. His unglazed
[Aeolus] [6719] Witless shellfish swam in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking outlet.
[Aeolus] [6731] ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our
[Aeolus] [6780] He ceased and looked at them, enjoying a silence.
[Aeolus] [6788] --And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.
[Aeolus] [6791] often--previously--expectorated--demise, Lenehan added. And with a
[Aeolus] [6794] The troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the hallway and
[Aeolus] [6798] Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the kings. Miles of ears of porches.
[Aeolus] [6799] The tribune's words, howled and scattered to the four winds. A people
[Aeolus] [6801] anywhere wherever was. Love and laud him: me no more.
[Aeolus] [6812] --That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All that are in favour
[Aeolus] [6831] --Foot and mouth. I know. That'll be all right. That'll go in. Where are
[Aeolus] [6834] He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office.
[Aeolus] [6850] The first newsboy came pattering down the stairs at their heels and
[Aeolus] [6874] --Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said, elderly and pious, have lived fifty
[Aeolus] [6875] and fiftythree years in Fumbally's lane.
[Aeolus] [6888] They save up three and tenpence in a red tin letterbox moneybox. They
[Aeolus] [6889] shake out the threepenny bits and sixpences and coax out the pennies with
[Aeolus] [6890] the blade of a knife. Two and three in silver and one and seven in
[Aeolus] [6891] coppers. They put on their bonnets and best clothes and take their
[Aeolus] [6900] --They buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and four slices of panloaf at
[Aeolus] [6902] proprietress ... They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at
[Aeolus] [6904] two threepenny bits to the gentleman at the turnstile and begin to waddle
[Aeolus] [6907] God and the Blessed Virgin, threatening to come down, peeping at the
[Aeolus] [6910] Their names are Anne Kearns and Florence MacCabe. Anne Kearns
[Aeolus] [6913] crubeen and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.
[Aeolus] [6936] offices of the IRISH CATHOLIC AND DUBLIN PENNY JOURNAL, called:
[Aeolus] [6954] puffing, and taking the cutting from his pocket. I spoke with Mr Keyes
[Aeolus] [6957] pink. And he wants it copied if it's not too late I told councillor
[Aeolus] [6988] While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode
[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] [7002] up on the others and walked abreast.
[Aeolus] [7004] --When they have eaten the brawn and the bread and wiped their twenty
[Aeolus] [7020] roofs and argue about where the different churches are: Rathmines' blue
[Aeolus] [7021] dome, Adam and Eve's, saint Laurence O'Toole's. But it makes them giddy to
[Aeolus] [7031] --And settle down on their striped petticoats, peering up at the statue
[Aeolus] [7042] --It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said, and they are too
[Aeolus] [7044] them and eat the plums out of it, one after another, wiping off with their
[Aeolus] [7045] handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of their mouths and spitting
[Aeolus] [7048] He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O'Madden
[Aeolus] [7049] Burke, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.
[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] [7063] from Argive Helen and handed it to poor Penelope.
[Aeolus] [7075] Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and
[Aeolus] [7076] Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston Park and Upper Rathmines,
[Aeolus] [7083] WHAT?--AND LIKEWISE--WHERE?
[Aeolus] [7104] --I see, he said again with new pleasure. Moses and the promised land. We
[Aeolus] [7111] J. J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and
[Aeolus] [7116] He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson
[Lestrygonians] [7137] Bad for their tummies. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty
[Lestrygonians] [7160] Paying game. Torry and Alexander last year. Polygamy. His wife will
[Lestrygonians] [7162] luminous crucifix. Our Saviour. Wake up in the dead of night and see him
[Lestrygonians] [7178] absolution. Increase and multiply. Did you ever hear such an idea? Eat you
[Lestrygonians] [7179] out of house and home. No families themselves to feed. Living on the fat
[Lestrygonians] [7180] of the land. Their butteries and larders. I'd like to see them do the
[Lestrygonians] [7181] black fast Yom Kippur. Crossbuns. One meal and a collation for fear he'd
[Lestrygonians] [7185] Bring your own bread and butter. His reverence: mum's the word.
[Lestrygonians] [7188] too. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. It's after they feel it.
[Lestrygonians] [7201] Reuben J's son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. One and
[Lestrygonians] [7234] He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury
[Lestrygonians] [7235] cakes for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down
[Lestrygonians] [7239] Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his
[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] [7292] barreltone voice. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was singing
[Lestrygonians] [7304] foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. Our staple
[Lestrygonians] [7306] Just keep skin and bone together, bread and skilly. They are not Boyl:
[Lestrygonians] [7329] My heart's broke eating dripping. They like buttering themselves in and
[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] [7369] or oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew
[Lestrygonians] [7373] Positively last appearance on any stage. May be for months and may be for
[Lestrygonians] [7375] of Harcourt road remember that gust. Brrfoo! Blew up all her skirts and
[Lestrygonians] [7377] Remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up those pieces
[Lestrygonians] [7378] of lap of mutton for her supper with the Chutney sauce she liked. And the
[Lestrygonians] [7382] Swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed. Always warm from
[Lestrygonians] [7409] Going to crop up all day, I foresee. Who's dead, when and what did
[Lestrygonians] [7430] --And your lord and master?
[Lestrygonians] [7438] Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly
[Lestrygonians] [7443] hunger that way. Pleasure or pain is it? Penny dinner. Knife and fork
[Lestrygonians] [7484] --And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He's going to take an
[Lestrygonians] [7487] She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.
[Lestrygonians] [7490] its best days. Wispish hair over her ears. And that dowdy toque: three old
[Lestrygonians] [7518] --Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It's a very stiff
[Lestrygonians] [7540] stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride.
[Lestrygonians] [7560] Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's
[Lestrygonians] [7562] times. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his
[Lestrygonians] [7569] Watch him! Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world. And
[Lestrygonians] [7584] world. The way they spring those questions on you. And the other one
[Lestrygonians] [7590] Cook and general, exc. cuisine, housemaid kept. Wanted live man for spirit
[Lestrygonians] [7592] James Carlisle made that. Six and a half per cent dividend. Made a big
[Lestrygonians] [7594] toady news. Our gracious and popular vicereine. Bought the IRISH FIELD
[Lestrygonians] [7595] now. Lady Mountcashel has quite recovered after her confinement and rode
[Lestrygonians] [7600] First to the meet and in at the death. Strong as a brood mare some of
[Lestrygonians] [7606] her old wraps and black underclothes in the Shelbourne hotel.
[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] [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] [7653] Funny sight two of them together, their bellies out. Molly and Mrs
[Lestrygonians] [7667] from the air. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the trees near Goose
[Lestrygonians] [7673] belts. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. They split up in groups and
[Lestrygonians] [7688] being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell. Can't
[Lestrygonians] [7695] myself swept along with those medicals. And the Trinity jibs in their
[Lestrygonians] [7697] who dressed that sting for me in the Mater and now he's in Holles street
[Lestrygonians] [7709] The Butter exchange band. Few years' time half of them magistrates and
[Lestrygonians] [7719] against a backdoor. Maul her a bit. Then the next thing on the menu. And
[Lestrygonians] [7743] lovely land. Gammon and spinach. Dublin Bakery Company's tearoom.
[Lestrygonians] [7747] up with meat and drink. Michaelmas goose. Here's a good lump of thyme
[Lestrygonians] [7749] before it gets too cold. Halffed enthusiasts. Penny roll and a walk with
[Lestrygonians] [7769] his notice to quit. They buy the place up with gold and still they
[Lestrygonians] [7771] away age after age. Pyramids in sand. Built on bread and onions.
[Lestrygonians] [7779] this hour. Feel as if I had been eaten and spewed.
[Lestrygonians] [7783] me. Hope they have liver and bacon today. Nature abhors a vacuum.
[Lestrygonians] [7785] The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware
[Lestrygonians] [7790] coincidence. Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don't
[Lestrygonians] [7794] high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Look at the
[Lestrygonians] [7800] fascination: the name. All a bit touched. Mad Fanny and his other sister
[Lestrygonians] [7803] Apply for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. The patriot's
[Lestrygonians] [7805] him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the grave and lead
[Lestrygonians] [7812] They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Beard and
[Lestrygonians] [7815] And there he is too. Now that's really a coincidence: second time.
[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] [7847] He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of
[Lestrygonians] [7848] Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Or will I drop into old Harris's
[Lestrygonians] [7849] and have a chat with young Sinclair? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his
[Lestrygonians] [7854] and cloakrooms. What do they be thinking about? Women too. Incredible.
[Lestrygonians] [7856] and hand it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed money too. There's a
[Lestrygonians] [7862] He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right
[Lestrygonians] [7876] with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land. Not go in and blurt out
[Lestrygonians] [7905] FEMME. Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the
[Lestrygonians] [7914] power, Pat. Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke. Take off that
[Lestrygonians] [7926] prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing
[Lestrygonians] [7952] home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Agendath
[Lestrygonians] [7985] young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. New
[Lestrygonians] [7991] Hungry man is an angry man. Working tooth and jaw. Don't! O! A bone! That
[Lestrygonians] [7997] --Roast beef and cabbage.
[Lestrygonians] [8006] Couldn't eat a morsel here. Fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat
[Lestrygonians] [8008] the cud. Before and after. Grace after meals. Look on this picture then on
[Lestrygonians] [8012] He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of
[Lestrygonians] [8017] --One corned and cabbage.
[Lestrygonians] [8027] up: it splashed yellow near his boot. A diner, knife and fork upright,
[Lestrygonians] [8042] --Roast and mashed here.
[Lestrygonians] [8046] Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.
[Lestrygonians] [8048] He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street.
[Lestrygonians] [8052] down with porringers and tommycans to be filled. Devour contents in the
[Lestrygonians] [8054] son don't talk of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children
[Lestrygonians] [8063] and hindquarters out of it. Hate people all round you. City Arms hotel
[Lestrygonians] [8064] TABLE D'HOTE she called it. Soup, joint and sweet. Never know whose
[Lestrygonians] [8065] thoughts you're chewing. Then who'd wash up all the plates and forks?
[Lestrygonians] [8066] Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Teeth getting worse and worse.
[Lestrygonians] [8070] onions mushrooms truffles. Pain to the animal too. Pluck and draw fowl.
[Lestrygonians] [8073] and squeak. Butchers' buckets wobbly lights. Give us that brisket off the
[Lestrygonians] [8074] hook. Plup. Rawhead and bloody bones. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from
[Lestrygonians] [8076] Top and lashers going out. Don't maul them pieces, young one.
[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] [8099] Ham and his descendants musterred and bred there. Potted meats. What is
[Lestrygonians] [8102] potted meat. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. White missionary too
[Lestrygonians] [8107] concoction. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. Puzzle
[Lestrygonians] [8108] find the meat. Kosher. No meat and milk together. Hygiene that was what
[Lestrygonians] [8109] they call now. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. Peace and war
[Lestrygonians] [8110] depend on some fellow's digestion. Religions. Christmas turkeys and geese.
[Lestrygonians] [8111] Slaughter of innocents. Eat drink and be merry. Then casual wards full
[Lestrygonians] [8161] shares and part profits.
[Lestrygonians] [8168] He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock
[Lestrygonians] [8176] He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to
[Lestrygonians] [8183] Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Flea having a good square meal.
[Lestrygonians] [8199] blush. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete.
[Lestrygonians] [8202] --And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Can you give
[Lestrygonians] [8221] Vintners' sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits
[Lestrygonians] [8232] He went towards the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned
[Lestrygonians] [8237] Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow cap.
[Lestrygonians] [8238] Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O'Gaunt. He put me off it. Ay.
[Lestrygonians] [8246] let him forget. Go and lose more. Fool and his money. Dewdrop coming down
[Lestrygonians] [8252] Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment
[Lestrygonians] [8264] Gaudy colour warns you off. One fellow told another and so on. Try it on
[Lestrygonians] [8269] out? Garbage, sewage they feed on. Fizz and Red bank oysters. Effect on
[Lestrygonians] [8274] and green again. Dinner of thirty courses. Each dish harmless might mix
[Lestrygonians] [8278] others copy to be in the fashion. Milly too rock oil and flour. Raw
[Lestrygonians] [8294] bedad. And she did bedad. Huguenot name I expect that. A miss Dubedat
[Lestrygonians] [8314] in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Mawkish pulp her mouth had
[Lestrygonians] [8325] Me. And me now.
[Lestrygonians] [8334] did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Mortal! Put you in
[Lestrygonians] [8336] ambrosial. Not like a tanner lunch we have, boiled mutton, carrots and
[Lestrygonians] [8338] food. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. Immortal lovely. And we
[Lestrygonians] [8339] stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung,
[Lestrygonians] [8345] there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked,
[Lestrygonians] [8370] yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's
[Lestrygonians] [8374] --And is he doing for the FREEMAN? Davy Byrne said.
[Lestrygonians] [8390] --Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. Ancient free and accepted order. He's
[Lestrygonians] [8391] an excellent brother. Light, life and love, by God. They give him a leg
[Lestrygonians] [8405] out what they do be doing. But be damned but they smelt her out and swore
[Lestrygonians] [8411] --And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and
[Lestrygonians] [8430] --Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.
[Lestrygonians] [8432] Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a
[Lestrygonians] [8454] For answer Tom Rochford pressed his hand to his breastbone and hiccupped.
[Lestrygonians] [8463] water and gingerpop! Two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore leg.
[Lestrygonians] [8475] Tom Rochford nodded and drank.
[Lestrygonians] [8482] --Tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned to you, Paddy Leonard
[Lestrygonians] [8494] your small Jamesons after that and a ...
[Lestrygonians] [8505] cobblestones and lapped it with new zest. Surfeit. Returned with thanks
[Lestrygonians] [8510] Ought to be a hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent
[Lestrygonians] [8525] turned back his thoughts. They could: and watch it all the way down,
[Lestrygonians] [8559] Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts and
[Lestrygonians] [8578] line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. Where I saw
[Lestrygonians] [8611] The blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on his way, drawing his
[Lestrygonians] [8638] And with a woman, for instance. More shameless not seeing. That girl
[Lestrygonians] [8657] Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat and
[Lestrygonians] [8658] trousers and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his
[Lestrygonians] [8661] He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to.
[Lestrygonians] [8665] that way? All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and
[Lestrygonians] [8673] magnum. Tales of the bench and assizes and annals of the bluecoat school.
[Lestrygonians] [8681] wigs. Bear with a sore paw. And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8741] --And we have, have we not, those priceless pages of WILHELM MEISTER. A
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8745] He came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a step
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8756] he gave his large ear all to the attendant's words: heard them: and was
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8794] Kathleen, her four beautiful green fields, the stranger in her house. And
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8823] --And has remained so, one should hope, John Eglinton sedately said. One
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8828] Formless spiritual. Father, Word and Holy Breath. Allfather, the heavenly
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8849] the afterlife of his princely soul, the improbable, insignificant and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8861] Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8891] world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8893] mother. The rarefied air of the academy and the arena produce the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8927] Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8930] nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8942] Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp. The devil and the deep sea.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8976] --Shakespeare has left the huguenot's house in Silver street and walks by
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8985] ghost, the king, a king and no king, and the player is Shakespeare who
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8994] young Hamlet and to the son of his body, Hamnet Shakespeare, who has died
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8997] Is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a ghost by absence, and in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9013] said. Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the day, the poet's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9014] drinking, the poet's debts. We have KING LEAR: and it is immortal.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9055] I that sinned and prayed and fasted.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9059] I, I and I. I.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9068] saw him into and out of the world. She took his first embraces. She bore
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9069] his children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep his eyelids closed
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9080] --The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistake, he said, and got
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9081] out of it as quickly and as best he could.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9084] errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9087] softcreakfooted, bald, eared and assiduous.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9093] --Dialectic, Stephen answered: and from his mother how to bring thoughts
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9097] archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9106] --He had a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, and no truant memory.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9110] studded bridle and her blue windows. That memory, VENUS AND ADONIS, lay
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9112] shrew illfavoured? Hortensio calls her young and beautiful. Do you think
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9113] the writer of ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9115] to lie withal? Good: he left her and gained the world of men. But his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9119] comether on him, sweet and twentysix. The greyeyed goddess who bends over
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9124] And my turn? When?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9140] A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9172] friendly and earnest. Mr Russell, rumour has it, is gathering together a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9181] ashplanthandle over his knee. My casque and sword. Touch lightly with two
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9188] Young Colum and Starkey. George Roberts is doing the commercial part.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9194] joke about Moore and Martyn? That Moore is Martyn's wild oats? Awfully
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9195] clever, isn't it? They remind one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Our
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9198] kilt? O'Neill Russell? O, yes, he must speak the grand old tongue. And
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9226] He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9227] chopine, and, covered by the noise of outgoing, said low:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9239] hue and cry. Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the chase. Women he won
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9241] tapsters' wives. Fox and geese. And in New Place a slack dishonoured body
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9243] falling, all, bare, frighted of the narrow grave and unforgiven.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9249] Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of warm and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9260] Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the voice
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9268] enigmatic. We know nothing but that he lived and suffered. Not even so
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9291] --As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, from
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9292] day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so does the artist weave
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9293] and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where it was
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9298] and that which in possibility I may come to be. So in the future, the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9326] the hell of time of KING LEAR, OTHELLO, HAMLET, TROILUS AND CRESSIDA,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9327] look to see when and how the shadow lifts. What softens the heart of a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9342] of the moon: TIR NA N-OG. Booted the twain and staved.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9346] THREE SCORE AND TEN, SIR.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9371] all experience, material and moral. Such an appeal will touch him. The
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9378] public. And we ought to mention another Irish commentator, Mr George
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9386] Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, auk's egg, prize
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9389] He thous and thees her with grave husbandwords. Dost love, Miriam? Dost
[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] [9399] cornfield first (ryefield, I should say) and he will never be a victor in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9400] his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9406] even his own understanding of himself. A like fate awaits him and the two
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9409] They list. And in the porches of their ears I pour.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9414] with that knowledge in the life to come. The poisoning and the beast with
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9417] unlovely English) is always turned elsewhere, backward. Ravisher and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9447] He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9448] Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who, put upon by His fiends,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9449] stripped and whipped, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9451] and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the right hand of His
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9452] Own Self but yet shall come in the latter day to doom the quick and dead
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9461] Mr Mulligan, I'll be bound, has his theory too of the play and of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9498] course it's all paradox, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9510] For a plump of pressmen. Humour wet and dry.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9540] Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9543] --It's what I'm telling you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9544] Haines and myself, the time himself brought it in. 'Twas murmur we did
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9545] for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and he limp with
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9546] leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9551] --And we to be there, mavrone, and you to be unbeknownst sending us your
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9582] --There's a gentleman here, sir, the attendant said, coming forward and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9614] He jumped up and snatched the card.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9638] whom a score of heroes slept, and handed it to poor Penelope. Twenty
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9639] years he lived in London and, during part of that time, he drew a salary
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9647] love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9649] to her bed after she had seen him in RICHARD III and how Shakespeare,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9651] and, when Burbage came knocking at the gate, answered from the capon's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9652] blankets: WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR CAME BEFORE RICHARD III. And the gay
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9653] lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, and his dainty birdsnies, lady
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9654] Penelope Rich, a clean quality woman is suited for a player, and the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9660] --The height of fine society. And sir William Davenant of oxford's mother
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9667] --And Harry of six wives' daughter. And other lady friends from neighbour
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9672] Do and do. Thing done. In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard, herbalist,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9675] a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9691] --It seems so, Stephen said, when he wants to do for him, and for all
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9692] other and singular uneared wombs, the holy office an ostler does for the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9695] deeds are rank in that ghost's mind: a broken vow and the dullbrained
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9704] between the day she married him and the day she buried him. All those
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9705] women saw their men down and under: Mary, her goodman John, Ann, her poor
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9706] dear Willun, when he went and died on her, raging that he was the first
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9707] to go, Joan, her four brothers, Judith, her husband and all her sons,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9728] And therefore he left out her name
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9732] And in London. And therefore when he was urged,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9765] wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions. He means that the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9796] motorcar is now and that its carvings were the wonder of seven parishes.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9798] and drank a quart of sack the town council paid for but in which bed he
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9799] slept it skills not to ask) and heard she had a soul. She read or had
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9800] read to her his chapbooks preferring them to the MERRY WIVES and, loosing
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9801] her nightly waters on the jordan, she thought over HOOKS AND EYES FOR
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9809] worst enemies shall be those of his own house and family. I feel that
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9835] rots and rots. He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having devised that
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9836] mystical estate upon his son. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9840] mystery and not on the madonna which the cunning Italian intellect flung
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9841] to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9842] because founded, like the world, macro and microcosm, upon the void. Upon
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9843] incertitude, upon unlikelihood. AMOR MATRIS, subjective and objective
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9857] annals of the world, stained with all other incests and bestialities,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9879] his own son merely but, being no more a son, he was and felt himself the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9900] fleshpot of Egypt, and Cressid and Venus are we may guess. But there is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9918] one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9920] filled Gilbert's soul. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a Richard are
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9951] dear to him, as dear as the coat and crest he toadied for, on a bend
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9956] by day in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the night, and by
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9960] slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from her
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9968] And from her arms.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9970] Wait to be wooed and won. Ay, meacock. Who will woo you?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9991] Me, Magee and Mulligan.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9994] Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. Paris and back. Lapwing. Icarus.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10002] brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best prize.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10024] --Come, he said. Let us hear what you have to say of Richard and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10027] --In asking you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10046] Ann (what's in a name?), woos and wins her, a whoreson merry widow.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10051] figures lifted out of Sidney's ARCADIA and spatchcocked on to a Celtic
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10056] QUE VOULEZ-VOUS? Moore would say. He puts Bohemia on the seacoast and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10064] buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his book. It doubles
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10070] will and left in him a strong inclination to evil. The words are
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10071] those of my lords bishops of Maynooth. An original sin and, like original
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10075] Beauty and peace have not done it away. It is in infinite variety
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10077] in AS YOU LIKE IT, in THE TEMPEST, in HAMLET, in MEASURE FOR MEASURE--and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10084] --The truth is midway, he affirmed. He is the ghost and the prince. He is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10088] All in all. In CYMBELINE, in OTHELLO he is bawd and cuckold. He acts and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10097] --And what a character is Iago! undaunted John Eglinton exclaimed.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10103] always been, man and boy, a silent witness and there, his journey of life
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10105] ended. Gravediggers bury Hamlet PERE and Hamlet FILS. A king and a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10106] prince at last in death, with incidental music. And, what though murdered
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10107] and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for, Dane or Dubliner,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10110] the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of love, and nuncle Richie,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10118] ourselves. The playwright who wrote the folio of this world and wrote it
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10119] badly (He gave us light first and the sun two days later), the lord of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10121] hangman god, is doubtless all in all in all of us, ostler and butcher,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10122] and would be bawd and cuckold too but that in the economy of heaven,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10128] Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10161] duke, Piper says, and prove to him that his ancestor wrote the plays.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10176] Buck Mulligan stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10180] Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the study of the SUMMA CONTRA
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10181] GENTILES in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and Rosalie,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10189] and offals.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10198] Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10249] playbox, Haines and I, the plumbers' hall. Our players are creating a new
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10256] And left the FEMME DE TRENTE ANS. And why no other children born? And his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10261] The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10266] --Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there ...
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10275] AND THAT FILIBUSTERING FILIBEG
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10286] black to be like nature. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10292] the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus. Couldn't you do
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10295] He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10330] and ) (two birds with one stone)
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10334] and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10338] He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, walking on, followed by Stephen:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10339] and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10382] from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in a flaw
[Wandering Rocks] [10406] sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the very
[Wandering Rocks] [10411] long, of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by
[Wandering Rocks] [10412] cannonballs, ending their days in some pauper ward, and of cardinal
[Wandering Rocks] [10415] sunnywinking leaves: and towards him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy
[Wandering Rocks] [10418] --Very well, indeed, father. And you, father?
[Wandering Rocks] [10421] probably for the waters. And her boys, were they getting on well at
[Wandering Rocks] [10423] And Mr Sheehy himself? Still in London. The house was still sitting, to be
[Wandering Rocks] [10429] M.P. Iooking so well and he begged to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy
[Wandering Rocks] [10434] Father Conmee doffed his silk hat and smiled, as he took leave, at the
[Wandering Rocks] [10435] jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun. And smiled yet again, in
[Wandering Rocks] [10438] Father Conmee walked and, walking, smiled for he thought on Father
[Wandering Rocks] [10439] Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and cockney voice.
[Wandering Rocks] [10443] A zealous man, however. Really he was. And really did great good in.
[Wandering Rocks] [10444] his way. Beyond a doubt. He loved Ireland, he said, and he loved the
[Wandering Rocks] [10451] And were they good boys at school? O. That was very good now. And what
[Wandering Rocks] [10452] was his name? Jack Sohan. And his name? Ger. Gallaher. And the other
[Wandering Rocks] [10457] and pointed to the red pillarbox at the corner of Fitzgibbon street.
[Wandering Rocks] [10461] The boys sixeyed Father Conmee and laughed:
[Wandering Rocks] [10467] Master Brunny Lynam ran across the road and put Father Conmee's
[Wandering Rocks] [10469] Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled and walked along Mountjoy
[Wandering Rocks] [10474] canary gloves and pointed patent boots, walking with grave deportment
[Wandering Rocks] [10481] the farther footpath along which she sailed. And Father Conmee smiled and
[Wandering Rocks] [10484] A fine carriage she had. Like Mary, queen of Scots, something. And to
[Wandering Rocks] [10488] Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the
[Wandering Rocks] [10494] Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North
[Wandering Rocks] [10503] Joseph's church, Portland row. For aged and virtuous females. Father
[Wandering Rocks] [10508] nobleman. And now it was an office or something.
[Wandering Rocks] [10510] Father Conmee began to walk along the North Strand road and was
[Wandering Rocks] [10512] Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours
[Wandering Rocks] [10513] that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter. He passed
[Wandering Rocks] [10514] Grogan's the Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a
[Wandering Rocks] [10520] window of which two unlabouring men lounged. They saluted him and
[Wandering Rocks] [10525] hay. A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee and Father Conmee
[Wandering Rocks] [10527] observed pig's puddings, white and black and red, lie neatly curled in
[Wandering Rocks] [10532] straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a branch of poplar above
[Wandering Rocks] [10533] him. It was idyllic: and Father Conmee reflected on the providence of the
[Wandering Rocks] [10534] Creator who had made turf to be in bogs whence men might dig it out and
[Wandering Rocks] [10535] bring it to town and hamlet to make fires in the houses of poor people.
[Wandering Rocks] [10550] sixpence and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his
[Wandering Rocks] [10554] excessive for a journey so short and cheap. Father Conmee liked cheerful
[Wandering Rocks] [10558] Conmee had finished explaining and looked down. His wife, Father
[Wandering Rocks] [10561] tiptapping her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled tinily,
[Wandering Rocks] [10571] At Annesley bridge the tram halted and, when it was about to go, an
[Wandering Rocks] [10573] the bellstrap to stay the car for her. She passed out with her basket and
[Wandering Rocks] [10574] a marketnet: and Father Conmee saw the conductor help her and net and
[Wandering Rocks] [10575] basket down: and Father Conmee thought that, as she had nearly passed
[Wandering Rocks] [10584] Father Conmee thought of the souls of black and brown and yellow
[Wandering Rocks] [10585] men and of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African mission
[Wandering Rocks] [10586] and of the propagation of the faith and of the millions of black and brown
[Wandering Rocks] [10587] and yellow souls that had not received the baptism of water when their last
[Wandering Rocks] [10596] conductor and saluted in his turn.
[Wandering Rocks] [10598] The Malahide road was quiet. It pleased Father Conmee, road and
[Wandering Rocks] [10600] immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the seas adjoining.
[Wandering Rocks] [10601] Then came the call to arms and she was maid, wife and widow in one day.
[Wandering Rocks] [10606] BARONY and of the book that might be written about jesuit houses and of
[Wandering Rocks] [10612] Not the jealous lord Belvedere and not her confessor if she had not
[Wandering Rocks] [10615] sinned as women did. Only God knew and she and he, her husband's brother.
[Wandering Rocks] [10618] however for man's race on earth, and of the ways of God which were not
[Wandering Rocks] [10621] Don John Conmee walked