Ulysses by James Joyce

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

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[Telemachus] [19] towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and
[Telemachus] [22] face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured
[Telemachus] [30] He added in a preacher's tone:
[Telemachus] [37] awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there
[Telemachus] [46] sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A
[Telemachus] [51] He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,
[Telemachus] [54] propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and
[Telemachus] [74] --How long is Haines going to stay in this tower?
[Telemachus] [89] --A woful lunatic! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk?
[Telemachus] [91] --I was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the dark
[Telemachus] [118] Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the
[Telemachus] [139] her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you ...
[Telemachus] [147] He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.
[Telemachus] [151] Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in
[Telemachus] [163] --Ah, poor dogsbody! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt and
[Telemachus] [172] stripe, grey. You'll look spiffing in them. I'm not joking, Kinch. You
[Telemachus] [177] --He can't wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror.
[Telemachus] [187] --That fellow I was with in the Ship last night, said Buck Mulligan, says
[Telemachus] [188] you have g.p.i. He's up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman. General
[Telemachus] [191] He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad
[Telemachus] [192] in sunlight now radiant on the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and
[Telemachus] [208] --The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If
[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] [239] Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. Palefaces:
[Telemachus] [247] Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf
[Telemachus] [266] He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow,
[Telemachus] [268] anxiety in his eyes.
[Telemachus] [278] sensations. Why? What happened in the name of God?
[Telemachus] [282] She asked you who was in your room.
[Telemachus] [297] only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and
[Telemachus] [298] Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom. It's a beastly
[Telemachus] [301] you have the cursed jesuit strain in you, only it's injected the wrong
[Telemachus] [304] off the quilt. Humour her till it's over. You crossed her last wish in
[Telemachus] [310] which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly:
[Telemachus] [324] dim. Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight, and he felt
[Telemachus] [360] A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in
[Telemachus] [362] I sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords. Her door
[Telemachus] [364] her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those words,
[Telemachus] [370] gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. A birdcage hung in the sunny
[Telemachus] [371] window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce sing in the
[Telemachus] [386] Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset his
[Telemachus] [393] In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its
[Telemachus] [399] face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on
[Telemachus] [411] heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly words.
[Telemachus] [451] He went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness,
[Telemachus] [452] smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck. So
[Telemachus] [456] In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan's gowned form
[Telemachus] [476] --It's in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.
[Telemachus] [487] come in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts.
[Telemachus] [491] the locker. Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.
[Telemachus] [495] --We can drink it black, Stephen said thirstily. There's a lemon in the
[Telemachus] [501] Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly:
[Telemachus] [506] chair. Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in the bag. Here, I
[Telemachus] [519] Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old woman's
[Telemachus] [530] YOU DON'T MAKE THEM IN THE ONE POT.
[Telemachus] [532] He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled
[Telemachus] [537] Dundrum. Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.
[Telemachus] [539] He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his
[Telemachus] [543] in the Mabinogion or is it in the Upanishads?
[Telemachus] [547] --Do you now? Buck Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasons, pray?
[Telemachus] [549] --I fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the
[Telemachus] [554] --Charming! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and
[Telemachus] [557] Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a hoarsened
[Telemachus] [572] --Come in, ma'am, Mulligan said. Kinch, get the jug.
[Telemachus] [593] Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her
[Telemachus] [596] woman, names given her in old times. A wandering crone, lowly form of an
[Telemachus] [609] guts. Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with
[Telemachus] [618] Stephen listened in scornful silence. She bows her old head to a voice
[Telemachus] [621] of her but her woman's unclean loins, of man's flesh made not in God's
[Telemachus] [639] in Ireland.
[Telemachus] [668] rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his
[Telemachus] [677] Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.
[Telemachus] [730] thinking of it when that poor old creature came in.
[Telemachus] [742] --You put your hoof in it now. What did you say that for?
[Telemachus] [756] In a suddenly changed tone he added:
[Telemachus] [773] rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief. God,
[Telemachus] [794] locked it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket.
[Telemachus] [817] --Rather bleak in wintertime, I should say. Martello you call it?
[Telemachus] [824] --No, no, Buck Mulligan shouted in pain. I'm not equal to Thomas Aquinas
[Telemachus] [826] a few pints in me first.
[Telemachus] [844] Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending in
[Telemachus] [847] --O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!
[Telemachus] [849] --We're always tired in the morning, Stephen said to Haines. And it is
[Telemachus] [861] speak. In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in cheap
[Telemachus] [879] to chant in a quiet happy foolish voice:
[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] [909] winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury's hat quivering in the fresh wind
[Telemachus] [925] --You're not a believer, are you? Haines asked. I mean, a believer in the
[Telemachus] [931] Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a green
[Telemachus] [936] Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his
[Telemachus] [939] towards Stephen in the shell of his hands.
[Telemachus] [945] --You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible
[Telemachus] [951] the path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark. He wants
[Telemachus] [953] the key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes.
[Telemachus] [979] like that, I daresay. We feel in England that we have treated you rather
[Telemachus] [985] a chemistry of stars. Symbol of the apostles in the mass for pope
[Telemachus] [986] Marcellus, the voices blended, singing alone loud in affirmation: and
[Telemachus] [993] Son. Words Mulligan had spoken a moment since in mockery to the stranger.
[Telemachus] [996] church, Michael's host, who defend her ever in the hour of conflict with
[Telemachus] [1012] when the tide comes in about one. It's nine days today.
[Telemachus] [1019] a stone, in shirtsleeves, his unclipped tie rippling over his shoulder. A
[Telemachus] [1021] green legs in the deep jelly of the water.
[Telemachus] [1025] --Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons.
[Telemachus] [1042] --Seymour's back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur of
[Telemachus] [1043] rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.
[Telemachus] [1065] He broke off in alarm, feeling his side under his flapping shirt.
[Telemachus] [1073] --Are you going in here, Malachi?
[Telemachus] [1075] --Yes. Make room in the bed.
[Telemachus] [1078] middle of the creek in two long clean strokes. Haines sat down on a
[Telemachus] [1081] --Are you not coming in? Buck Mulligan asked.
[Telemachus] [1121] The priest's grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. I will
[Nestor] [1146] Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as
[Nestor] [1153] --Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the gorescarred
[Nestor] [1170] A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. He curled them
[Nestor] [1173] that their eldest son was in the navy. Vico road, Dalkey.
[Nestor] [1178] his classmates, silly glee in profile. In a moment they will laugh more
[Nestor] [1184] --A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of a
[Nestor] [1187] Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back bench
[Nestor] [1191] in the struggle.
[Nestor] [1206] Had Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam's hand in Argos or Julius Caesar not
[Nestor] [1208] them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite
[Nestor] [1217] --Where do you begin in this? Stephen asked, opening another book.
[Nestor] [1241] about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers: and in
[Nestor] [1244] thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the
[Nestor] [1297] THE BELLS IN HEAVEN
[Nestor] [1321] A stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called:
[Nestor] [1354] bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in her heart.
[Nestor] [1357] her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in life? His mother's
[Nestor] [1358] prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. She was no
[Nestor] [1359] more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire, an odour of
[Nestor] [1362] and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur,
[Nestor] [1363] with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth, listened, scraped up the
[Nestor] [1368] askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the
[Nestor] [1371] Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery
[Nestor] [1374] the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and
[Nestor] [1375] movement, flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the
[Nestor] [1376] world, a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not
[Nestor] [1383] In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. Waiting always for a
[Nestor] [1392] sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their
[Nestor] [1409] In the corridor his name was heard, called from the playfield.
[Nestor] [1415] He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the
[Nestor] [1416] scrappy field where sharp voices were in strife. They were sorted in teams
[Nestor] [1425] --Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore
[Nestor] [1437] Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded
[Nestor] [1439] it was in the beginning, is now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart
[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] [1456] moved over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar: whelks and money
[Nestor] [1463] --Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox about in his hand.
[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] [1489] times now. Three nooses round me here. Well? I can break them in this
[Nestor] [1538] the shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs: Albert Edward, prince of
[Nestor] [1543] in '46. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the
[Nestor] [1547] Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in
[Nestor] [1554] --I have rebel blood in me too, Mr Deasy said. On the spindle side. But I
[Nestor] [1576] He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and
[Nestor] [1587] Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their
[Nestor] [1588] meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulse, the duke of
[Nestor] [1605] Again: a goal. I am among them, among their battling bodies in a
[Nestor] [1620] which so often in our history. Our cattle trade. The way of all our old
[Nestor] [1633] question. In every sense of the word take the bull by the horns. Thanking
[Nestor] [1639] regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there. They offer
[Nestor] [1646] --Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the
[Nestor] [1647] jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are the
[Nestor] [1663] His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in
[Nestor] [1670] the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the
[Nestor] [1706] --A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
[Nestor] [1725] Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.
[Nestor] [1764] --Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket.
[Nestor] [1775] toothless terrors. Still I will help him in his fight. Mulligan will dub
[Nestor] [1796] --Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly.
[Nestor] [1802] --She never let them in, he cried again through his laughter as he
[Proteus] [1815] coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he
[Proteus] [1818] DI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane,
[Proteus] [1828] nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with it: they do.
[Proteus] [1829] My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, NEBENEINANDER.
[Proteus] [1843] open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. BASTA! I will see if I can
[Proteus] [1851] sinking in the silted sand. Like me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty
[Proteus] [1853] poked in the beach. From the liberties, out for the day. Mrs Florence
[Proteus] [1856] nothing. What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a trailing navelcord,
[Proteus] [1857] hushed in ruddy wool. The cords of all link back, strandentwining cable of
[Proteus] [1858] all flesh. That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in your
[Proteus] [1867] Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the
[Proteus] [1874] heresiarch' In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. With
[Proteus] [1889] Stephen lately? No? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his aunt
[Proteus] [1893] De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer and his brother,
[Proteus] [1903] --Let him in. Let Stephen in.
[Proteus] [1909] In his broad bed nuncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over
[Proteus] [1941] --He has nowhere to put it, you mug. Bring in our chippendale chair.
[Proteus] [1944] We have nothing in the house but backache pills.
[Proteus] [1949] Stephen, in the whole opera. Listen.
[Proteus] [1957] you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of
[Proteus] [1958] them, Stephen. Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh's
[Proteus] [1961] kind ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the
[Proteus] [1969] jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat
[Proteus] [1974] Dringadring! And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own
[Proteus] [1978] bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) and, rising, heard
[Proteus] [1979] (now I am lifting) their two bells (he is kneeling) twang in diphthong.
[Proteus] [1983] not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the
[Proteus] [1984] fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the wet
[Proteus] [1992] young. You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause
[Proteus] [2007] sewage breath, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden
[Proteus] [2009] stogged to its waist, in the cakey sand dough. A sentinel: isle of
[Proteus] [2023] Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar
[Proteus] [2026] Lap, LAPIN. He hopes to win in the GROS LOTS. About the nature of women he
[Proteus] [2027] read in Michelet. But he must send me LA VIE DE JESUS by M. Leo Taxil.
[Proteus] [2040] want puce gloves. You were a student, weren't you? Of what in the other
[Proteus] [2043] Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Just say in the most natural tone:
[Proteus] [2044] when I was in Paris; BOUL' MICH', I used to. Yes, used to carry punched
[Proteus] [2052] of the post office slammed in your face by the usher. Hunger toothache.
[Proteus] [2055] buttons. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. Not hurt? O, that's all
[Proteus] [2060] fiery Columbanus. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt
[Proteus] [2078] His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows,
[Proteus] [2086] housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand. In Rodot's Yvonne
[Proteus] [2099] fellow I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call it his
[Proteus] [2111] who rubs male nakedness in the bath at Upsala. MOI FAIRE, she said, TOUS
[Proteus] [2128] in the fog. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. In gay Paree he hides,
[Proteus] [2131] night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the
[Proteus] [2133] outcast man, madame in rue Git-le-Coeur, canary and two buck lodgers.
[Proteus] [2150] boots. The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air
[Proteus] [2152] am I? He stood suddenly, his feet beginning to sink slowly in the quaking
[Proteus] [2155] Turning, he scanned the shore south, his feet sinking again slowly in
[Proteus] [2159] blue night. In the darkness of the dome they wait, their pushedback
[Proteus] [2165] soul walks with me, form of forms. So in the moon's midwatches I pace the
[Proteus] [2166] path above the rocks, in sable silvered, hearing Elsinore's tempting
[Proteus] [2172] in a grike.
[Proteus] [2175] gunwale of a boat, sunk in sand. UN COCHE ENSABLE Louis Veuillot called
[Proteus] [2190] Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their
[Proteus] [2193] gold. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting,
[Proteus] [2194] hobbling in the shallows. Then from the starving cagework city a horde of
[Proteus] [2196] hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. Famine, plague and slaughters. Their
[Proteus] [2197] blood is in me, their lusts my waves. I moved among them on the frozen
[Proteus] [2206] false scion, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder of a day, and
[Proteus] [2210] Guido in Or san Michele were in their own house. House of ... We don't
[Proteus] [2216] face into it in the basin at Clongowes. Can't see! Who's behind me? Out
[Proteus] [2217] quickly, quickly! Do you see the tide flowing quickly in on all sides,
[Proteus] [2226] on all sides. Looking for something lost in a past life. Suddenly he made
[Proteus] [2236] Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping,
[Proteus] [2251] kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight. He
[Proteus] [2252] slunk back in a curve. Doesn't see me. Along by the edge of the mole he
[Proteus] [2257] Something he buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the sand,
[Proteus] [2259] again with a fury of his claws, soon ceasing, a pard, a panther, got in
[Proteus] [2265] against my face. Smiled: creamfruit smell. That was the rule, said. In.
[Proteus] [2275] have mired. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of
[Proteus] [2276] Blackpitts. Buss her, wap in rogues' rum lingo, for, O, my dimber wapping
[Proteus] [2290] their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets.
[Proteus] [2297] trains, drags, trascines her load. A tide westering, moondrawn, in her
[Proteus] [2299] a winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon. In sleep the wet sign
[Proteus] [2305] Here. Put a pin in that chap, will you? My tablets. Mouth to her kiss.
[Proteus] [2320] shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there with
[Proteus] [2321] his augur's rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea,
[Proteus] [2322] unbeheld, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars.
[Proteus] [2326] to someone in your flutiest voice. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil
[Proteus] [2330] see now! Falls back suddenly, frozen in stereoscope. Click does the trick.
[Proteus] [2331] You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls do you not think?
[Proteus] [2338] at Hodges Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet
[Proteus] [2340] the braided jesse of her sunshade. She lives in Leeson park with
[Proteus] [2354] in May. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the
[Proteus] [2355] southing sun. I am caught in this burning scene. Pan's hour, the faunal
[Proteus] [2363] foot had nested warm. The foot that beat the ground in tripudium, foot I
[Proteus] [2365] girl I knew in Paris. TIENS, QUEL PETIT PIED! Staunch friend, a brother
[Proteus] [2369] In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering
[Proteus] [2374] waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. In cups of rocks it slops:
[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] [2385] wending back: loom of the moon. Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious
[Proteus] [2386] men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a toil of waters.
[Proteus] [2395] Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. A quiver of minnows, fat of a
[Proteus] [2412] Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me. All days make their end.
[Proteus] [2423] His hand groped vainly in his pockets. No, I didn't. Better buy one.
[Calypso] [2444] Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting
[Calypso] [2445] her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the
[Calypso] [2461] The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the
[Calypso] [2493] He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped
[Calypso] [2495] can't mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or
[Calypso] [2496] kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.
[Calypso] [2508] she likes in the morning. Still perhaps: once in a way.
[Calypso] [2510] He said softly in the bare hall:
[Calypso] [2512] --I'm going round the corner. Be back in a minute.
[Calypso] [2529] enough to make that corner in stamps. Now that was farseeing.
[Calypso] [2533] pictures. Daresay lots of officers are in the swim too. Course they do.
[Calypso] [2534] The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high
[Calypso] [2538] On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there. In
[Calypso] [2547] warm day I fancy. Specially in these black clothes feel it more. Black
[Calypso] [2548] conducts, reflects, (refracts is it?), the heat. But I couldn't go in
[Calypso] [2550] he walked in happy warmth. Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our
[Calypso] [2552] Makes you feel young. Somewhere in the east: early morning: set off at
[Calypso] [2553] dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep
[Calypso] [2559] pipe. Cries of sellers in the streets. Drink water scented with fennel,
[Calypso] [2564] doorway. She calls her children home in their dark language. High wall:
[Calypso] [2569] Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read: in the track
[Calypso] [2572] homerule sun rising up in the northwest from the laneway behind the bank
[Calypso] [2574] rising up in the north-west.
[Calypso] [2585] bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching the
[Calypso] [2594] Turning into Dorset street he said freshly in greeting through the
[Calypso] [2606] Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the cellar. Then, lo and behold,
[Calypso] [2614] How much would that tot to off the porter in the month? Say ten barrels
[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] [2643] young white heifer. Those mornings in the cattlemarket, the beasts lowing
[Calypso] [2644] in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in
[Calypso] [2646] ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their
[Calypso] [2662] slowly, behind her moving hams. Pleasant to see first thing in the
[Calypso] [2664] outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right. He sighed
[Calypso] [2666] too. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. The sting of
[Calypso] [2668] constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles lane. They like them sizeable.
[Calypso] [2669] Prime sausage. O please, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the wood.
[Calypso] [2696] for life as owner in the book of the union. Can pay ten down and the
[Calypso] [2697] balance in yearly instalments. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15.
[Calypso] [2701] He looked at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Silverpowdered
[Calypso] [2702] olivetrees. Quiet long days: pruning, ripening. Olives are packed in
[Calypso] [2704] the taste of them now. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. Citrons
[Calypso] [2705] too. Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. And Mastiansky
[Calypso] [2706] with the old cither. Pleasant evenings we had then. Molly in Citron's
[Calypso] [2707] basketchair. Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the hand, lift it to
[Calypso] [2713] ticking them off in a book, navvies handling them barefoot in soiled
[Calypso] [2717] rain. On earth as it is in heaven.
[Calypso] [2722] sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the earth. No wind could lift those
[Calypso] [2725] names. A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old. Old now. It bore the
[Calypso] [2745] Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim
[Calypso] [2787] linen: and lifted all in an armful on to the foot of the bed.
[Calypso] [2798] rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the
[Calypso] [2799] kettle then to let the water flow in. Having set it to draw he took off
[Calypso] [2815] folded brown paper in the letterbox for her. He smiled, pouring.
[Calypso] [2826] little mirror in his silk hat. The night Milly brought it into the
[Calypso] [2827] parlour. O, look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! All we laughed.
[Calypso] [2833] upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.
[Calypso] [2835] Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on
[Calypso] [2846] A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In the act
[Calypso] [2881] that right: VOGLIO. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and
[Calypso] [2885] --Show here, she said. I put a mark in it. There's a word I wanted to ask
[Calypso] [2905] --O, rocks! she said. Tell us in plain words.
[Calypso] [2920] --Yes, she said. There's nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the
[Calypso] [2932] --Some people believe, he said, that we go on living in another body
[Calypso] [2942] PHOTO BITS: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Tea before you put milk
[Calypso] [2943] in. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Three and six I gave for
[Calypso] [2963] up in an angry jet from a side of the pan. By prodding a prong of the
[Calypso] [2972] in the gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about some young
[Calypso] [2974] slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the gravy and
[Calypso] [2981] splendid. Everyone says I am quite the belle in my new tam. I got mummy's
[Calypso] [2983] swimming in the photo business now. Mr Coghlan took one of me and Mrs.
[Calypso] [2985] the beef to the heels were in. We are going to lough Owel on Monday with
[Calypso] [2988] There is to be a concert in the Greville Arms on Saturday. There is a
[Calypso] [2998] P. S. Excuse bad writing am in hurry. Byby. M.
[Calypso] [3003] born, running to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. Jolly old
[Calypso] [3009] Hurry. Piano downstairs. Coming out of her shell. Row with her in the XL
[Calypso] [3011] Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after
[Calypso] [3017] happened. Of course it might. Wait in any case till it does. A wild piece
[Calypso] [3023] in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a little. Was
[Calypso] [3025] old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky. Her pale blue scarf loose in the
[Calypso] [3033] Seaside girls. Torn envelope. Hands stuck in his trousers' pockets,
[Calypso] [3059] Has the fidgets. Electric. Thunder in the air. Was washing at her ear
[Calypso] [3065] --Miaow! he said in answer. Wait till I'm ready.
[Calypso] [3073] In the tabledrawer he found an old number of TITBITS. He folded it under
[Calypso] [3074] his armpit, went to the door and opened it. The cat went up in soft
[Calypso] [3075] bounds. Ah, wanted to go upstairs, curl up in a ball on the bed.
[Calypso] [3083] was in the garden. Fine morning.
[Calypso] [3089] hens in the next garden: their droppings are very good top dressing. Best
[Calypso] [3092] cleans. Ashes too. Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in that corner
[Calypso] [3101] have I time for a bath this morning. Tara street. Chap in the paybox
[Calypso] [3108] these trousers dirty for the funeral. He went in, bowing his head under
[Calypso] [3111] through a chink up at the nextdoor windows. The king was in his
[Calypso] [3130] LAUGHING WITCH WHO NOW. Begins and ends morally. HAND IN HAND. Smart. He
[Calypso] [3143] Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. Morning
[Calypso] [3150] mirror was in shadow. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen
[Calypso] [3151] vest against her full wagging bub. Peering into it. Lines in her eyes. It
[Calypso] [3154] Evening hours, girls in grey gauze. Night hours then: black with daggers
[Calypso] [3163] In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he eyed carefully his
[Calypso] [3165] is the funeral? Better find out in the paper.
[Calypso] [3167] A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George's
[Lotus-Eaters] [3197] Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a lark. Police tout. Her name
[Lotus-Eaters] [3199] bagged it. Bury him cheap in a whatyoumaycall. With my tooraloom,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3202] In Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and Oriental
[Lotus-Eaters] [3218] that. Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the sun in DOLCE FAR NIENTE, not
[Lotus-Eaters] [3221] feeds most. Azotes. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. Sensitive plants.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3222] Waterlilies. Petals too tired to. Sleeping sickness in the air. Walk on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3224] saw in that picture somewhere? Ah yes, in the dead sea floating on his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3227] body in the water is equal to the weight of the what? Or is it the volume
[Lotus-Eaters] [3228] is equal to the weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High
[Lotus-Eaters] [3237] from his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a baton and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3239] just drop in to see. Per second per second. Per second for every second
[Lotus-Eaters] [3241] the postoffice. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3275] felt its way under the flap of the envelope, ripping it open in jerks.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3277] letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something
[Lotus-Eaters] [3285] --Hello, M'Coy. Nowhere in particular.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3315] hands in those patch pockets. Like that haughty creature at the polo
[Lotus-Eaters] [3321] you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway's we were.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3323] Doran Lyons in Conway's. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In came
[Lotus-Eaters] [3325] his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3344] He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3349] it. I was with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3356] the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment. Girl in Eustace
[Lotus-Eaters] [3366] in the sun: flicker, flick.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3387] --My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3392] Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3420] would have to go down if the body is found. You just shove in my name if
[Lotus-Eaters] [3437] got an. Reedy freckled soprano. Cheeseparing nose. Nice enough in its
[Lotus-Eaters] [3438] way: for a little ballad. No guts in it. You and me, don't you know: in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3450] Palmer. Like to see her again in that. HAMLET she played last night. Male
[Lotus-Eaters] [3452] papa! How he used to talk of Kate Bateman in that. Outside the Adelphi in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3453] London waited all the afternoon to get in. Year before I was born that
[Lotus-Eaters] [3454] was: sixtyfive. And Ristori in Vienna. What is this the right name is? By
[Lotus-Eaters] [3460] father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3476] know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. Too
[Lotus-Eaters] [3496] in the lee of the station wall. No-one. Meade's timberyard. Piled balks.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3516] what is the real meaning of that word? Are you not happy in your home you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3535] and placed it in his heart pocket. Language of flowers. They like it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3541] read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3552] Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3557] Flat Dublin voices bawled in his head. Those two sluts that night in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3558] the Coombe, linked together in the rain.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3574] faked for money. He is sitting in their house, talking. Mysterious. Also
[Lotus-Eaters] [3575] the two sluts in the Coombe would listen.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3582] fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of a well, stonecold like the hole in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3588] in shreds and scattered them towards the road. The shreds fluttered away,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3589] sank in the dank air: a white flutter, then all sank.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3591] Henry Flower. You could tear up a cheque for a hundred pounds in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3593] cheque for a million in the bank of Ireland. Shows you the money to be
[Lotus-Eaters] [3604] Barrels bumped in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside. The
[Lotus-Eaters] [3620] them. Buddha their god lying on his side in the museum. Taking it easy
[Lotus-Eaters] [3626] out in bluey specs with the sweat rolling off him to baptise blacks, is
[Lotus-Eaters] [3628] round in a ring with blub lips, entranced, listening. Still life. Lap it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3637] music. That woman at midnight mass. Seventh heaven. Women knelt in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3640] thing in his hands. He stopped at each, took out a communion, shook a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3641] drop or two (are they in water?) off it and put it neatly into her mouth.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3651] one, and seek their places. He approached a bench and seated himself in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3654] there, with heads still bowed in their crimson halters, waiting for it to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3655] melt in their stomachs. Something like those mazzoth: it's that sort of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3660] same in the theatre, all in the same swim. They do. I'm sure of that. Not
[Lotus-Eaters] [3661] so lonely. In our confraternity. Then come out a bit spreeish. Let off
[Lotus-Eaters] [3662] steam. Thing is if you really believe in it. Lourdes cure, waters of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3664] near that confessionbox. Hence those snores. Blind faith. Safe in the arms
[Lotus-Eaters] [3667] He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel
[Lotus-Eaters] [3672] it is. And the other one? Iron nails ran in.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3698] that instrument talk, the VIBRATO: fifty pounds a year they say he had in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3699] Gardiner street. Molly was in fine voice that day, the STABAT MATER of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3703] I could feel the thrill in the air, the full, the people looking up:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3708] words. Mozart's twelfth mass: GLORIA in that. Those old popes keen on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3712] Chartreuse. Still, having eunuchs in their choir that was coming it a bit
[Lotus-Eaters] [3722] sat back quietly in his bench. The priest came down from the altar,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3724] in Latin. Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a card:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3733] to. Then I will tell you all. Penance. Punish me, please. Great weapon in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3742] in Rome: they work the whole show. And don't they rake in the money too?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3743] Bequests also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3745] Monasteries and convents. The priest in that Fermanagh will case in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3752] --Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be our
[Lotus-Eaters] [3771] while before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3772] low tide of holy water. Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3773] her weeds. Notice because I'm in mourning myself. He covered himself. How
[Lotus-Eaters] [3775] up. Where is this? Ah yes, the last time. Sweny's in Lincoln place.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3777] Hamilton Long's, founded in the year of the flood. Huguenot churchyard
[Lotus-Eaters] [3780] He walked southward along Westland row. But the recipe is in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3784] must have been or the second. O, he can look it up in the prescriptions
[Lotus-Eaters] [3790] Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3818] her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when I was fixing the links in my
[Lotus-Eaters] [3820] teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3826] Dirt gets rolled up in your navel. Nicer if a nice girl did it. Also I
[Lotus-Eaters] [3827] think I. Yes I. Do it in the bath. Curious longing I. Water to water.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3834] --No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I'll call later in the day and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3849] the coolwrappered soap in his left hand.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3891] soap in it, smiling. Silly lips of that chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3900] up like a cod in a pot. Damn bad ad. Now if they had made it round like a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3905] hands: might take a turn in there on the nod. How do you do, Mr
[Lotus-Eaters] [3910] Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare
[Lotus-Eaters] [3911] street club with a slog to square leg. Donnybrook fair more in their line.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3913] Heatwave. Won't last. Always passing, the stream of life, which in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3919] He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of
[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] [3949] over. Extraordinary the interest they take in a corpse. Glad to see us go
[Hades] [3950] we give them such trouble coming. Job seems to suit them. Huggermugger in
[Hades] [3951] corners. Slop about in slipperslappers for fear he'd wake. Then getting it
[Hades] [3955] in an envelope. Grows all the same after. Unclean job.
[Hades] [3957] All waited. Nothing was said. Stowing in the wreaths probably. I am
[Hades] [3958] sitting on something hard. Ah, that soap: in my hip pocket. Better shift
[Hades] [3961] All waited. Then wheels were heard from in front, turning: then
[Hades] [3970] rattling in the doorframes.
[Hades] [3982] road past Watery lane. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, clad in
[Hades] [4011] Waltzing in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a Sunday morning, the
[Hades] [4017] --He's in with a lowdown crowd, Mr Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan is a
[Hades] [4027] son. Selling tapes in my cousin, Peter Paul M'Swiney's. Not likely.
[Hades] [4032] hand on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the
[Hades] [4033] house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. My son. Me in his eyes.
[Hades] [4035] morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs
[Hades] [4041] her. I could have helped him on in life. I could. Make him independent.
[Hades] [4063] --What is this, he said, in the name of God? Crumbs?
[Hades] [4081] --After all, he said, it's the most natural thing in the world.
[Hades] [4107] got it. Poor children! Doubles them up black and blue in convulsions.
[Hades] [4111] Leopold, is my last wish. Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave. A
[Hades] [4152] --In the paper this morning.
[Hades] [4161] Peake is that? is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne's? no, Sexton,
[Hades] [4174] I tore up the envelope? Yes. Where did I put her letter after I read it in
[Hades] [4179] Nodding. Full as a tick. Too much bone in their skulls. The other trotting
[Hades] [4189] Antient concert rooms. Nothing on there. A man in a buff suit with a
[Hades] [4190] crape armlet. Not much grief there. Quarter mourning. People in law
[Hades] [4194] bridge, past the Queen's theatre: in silence. Hoardings: Eugene Stratton,
[Hades] [4201] He's coming in the afternoon. Her songs.
[Hades] [4206] in salute.
[Hades] [4220] hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees?
[Hades] [4221] Fascination. Worst man in Dublin. That keeps him alive. They sometimes
[Hades] [4241] --Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the
[Hades] [4250] topnobbers. J. C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The best, in
[Hades] [4255] Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and
[Hades] [4265] Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume
[Hades] [4271] And MADAME. Twenty past eleven. Up. Mrs Fleming is in to clean.
[Hades] [4283] rumpsteak. What is this she was? Barmaid in Jury's. Or the Moira, was it?
[Hades] [4294] --In all his pristine beauty, Mr Power said.
[Hades] [4300] Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as
[Hades] [4320] --There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined to send
[Hades] [4340] --For God's sake! Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Is he dead?
[Hades] [4359] Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the carriage.
[Hades] [4374] he was in his usual health that I'd be driving after him like this. He's
[Hades] [4396] --No suffering, he said. A moment and all is over. Like dying in sleep.
[Hades] [4407] corner, galloping. A tiny coffin flashed by. In a hurry to bury. A
[Hades] [4414] body, weak as putty, in a whitelined deal box. Burial friendly society
[Hades] [4424] --In the midst of life, Martin Cunningham said.
[Hades] [4430] --The greatest disgrace to have in the family, Mr Power added.
[Hades] [4443] used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it
[Hades] [4444] wasn't broken already. Yet sometimes they repent too late. Found in the
[Hades] [4450] Dedalus told me he was in there. Drunk about the place and capering with
[Hades] [4462] room in the hotel with hunting pictures. Stuffy it was. Sunlight through
[Hades] [4477] in Germany. The Gordon Bennett.
[Hades] [4490] that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. He's gone over to the lying-in
[Hades] [4510] lost: all that raw stuff, hide, hair, horns. Comes to a big thing in a
[Hades] [4518] parkgate to the quays, Mr Bloom said. All those animals could be taken in
[Hades] [4525] municipal funeral trams like they have in Milan, you know. Run the line
[Hades] [4537] --Well, there's something in that, Mr Dedalus granted.
[Hades] [4550] Dignam shot out and rolling over stiff in the dust in a brown habit too
[Hades] [4563] But suppose now it did happen. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him in
[Hades] [4566] would be better to bury them in red: a dark red.
[Hades] [4568] In silence they drove along Phibsborough road. An empty hearse
[Hades] [4603] knelt in grief, pointing. Fragments of shapes, hewn. In white silence:
[Hades] [4630] condemned. Murder. The murderer's image in the eye of the murdered.
[Hades] [4631] They love reading about it. Man's head found in a garden. Her clothing
[Hades] [4636] Cramped in this carriage. She mightn't like me to come that way
[Hades] [4677] Too many in the world.
[Hades] [4684] The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates. So
[Hades] [4687] with their wreaths. Who is that beside them? Ah, the brother-in-law.
[Hades] [4693] --I was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom.
[Hades] [4698] Queen's hotel in Ennis. You heard him say he was going to Clare.
[Hades] [4725] outlive the other. Wise men say. There are more women than men in the
[Hades] [4729] a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial mourning. But in
[Hades] [4730] the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of hearts.
[Hades] [4734] in her warm bed.
[Hades] [4739] --Never better. How are all in Cork's own town?
[Hades] [4748] --By the holy Paul! Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Dick Tivy bald?
[Hades] [4754] --Yes, yes, Mr Dedalus said dubiously. Is that the eldest boy in front?
[Hades] [4760] to mind that job. John Henry is not the worst in the world.
[Hades] [4774] After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened
[Hades] [4776] candles at its corners. Always in front of us. Corny Kelleher, laying a
[Hades] [4778] knelt here and there in prayingdesks. Mr Bloom stood behind near the font
[Hades] [4783] A server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through
[Hades] [4794] sideways like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. With a belly on him
[Hades] [4800] Makes them feel more important to be prayed over in Latin. Requiem
[Hades] [4802] Chilly place this. Want to feed well, sitting in there all the morning in
[Hades] [4807] Who was telling me? Mervyn Browne. Down in the vaults of saint Werburgh's
[Hades] [4808] lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to bore a hole in the coffins
[Hades] [4816] shook it again. Then he came back and put it back in the bucket. As you
[Hades] [4821] The server piped the answers in the treble. I often thought it would be
[Hades] [4828] fresh batch: middleaged men, old women, children, women dead in
[Hades] [4833] --IN PARADISUM.
[Hades] [4835] Said he was going to paradise or is in paradise. Says that over everybody.
[Hades] [4839] Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in, hoisted
[Hades] [4841] Kelleher gave one wreath to the boy and one to the brother-in-law. All
[Hades] [4854] --He's at rest, he said, in the middle of his people, old Dan O'. But his
[Hades] [4855] heart is buried in Rome. How many broken hearts are buried here, Simon!
[Hades] [4861] in his walk. Mr Power took his arm.
[Hades] [4865] --I suppose so, Mr Dedalus said with a weak gasp. I suppose she is in
[Hades] [4883] Mr Bloom nodded gravely looking in the quick bloodshot eyes. Secret
[Hades] [4885] the last. In the same boat. Hope he'll say something else.
[Hades] [4889] --The service of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome is simpler, more
[Hades] [4900] Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two
[Hades] [4909] traps. Find damn all of himself that morning. Pennyweight of powder in
[Hades] [4935] golden years ago, at Mat Dillon's in Roundtown. And a good armful she
[Hades] [4940] --What is he? he asked. What does he do? Wasn't he in the stationery line?
[Hades] [4945] --Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely's. A traveller for blottingpaper.
[Hades] [4947] --In God's name, John Henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon like
[Hades] [4948] that for? She had plenty of game in her then.
[Hades] [4955] the grasses, raised his hat in homage. The gravediggers touched their
[Hades] [4960] Mr O'Connell shook all their hands in silence. Mr Dedalus said:
[Hades] [4964] --My dear Simon, the caretaker answered in a low voice. I don't want your
[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] [4981] about in the fog they found the grave sure enough. One of the drunks spelt
[Hades] [5006] to Martha? Hope it's not chucked in the dead letter office. Be the better
[Hades] [5010] Come out and live in the graveyard. Dangle that before her. It might
[Hades] [5015] giant in the dark. Will o' the wisp. Gas of graves. Want to keep her mind
[Hades] [5017] ghost story in bed to make her sleep. Have you ever seen a ghost? Well, I
[Hades] [5019] Still they'd kiss all right if properly keyed up. Whores in Turkish
[Hades] [5022] pleasure. In the midst of death we are in life. Both ends meet.
[Hades] [5027] He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field
[Hades] [5030] ground in a landslip with his hand pointing. All honeycombed the ground
[Hades] [5035] are just over there. It's the blood sinking in the earth gives new life.
[Hades] [5044] quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy
[Hades] [5057] anyhow would like to hear an odd joke or the women to know what's in
[Hades] [5060] in HAMLET. Shows the profound knowledge of the human heart. Daren't joke
[Hades] [5070] The caretaker put the papers in his pocket. The barrow had ceased to
[Hades] [5077] Now who is that lankylooking galoot over there in the macintosh?
[Hades] [5091] Poor Dignam! His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of
[Hades] [5095] particular. Lay me in my native earth. Bit of clay from the holy land.
[Hades] [5096] Only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in the one coffin. I see what
[Hades] [5097] it means. I see. To protect him as long as possible even in the earth. The
[Hades] [5098] Irishman's house is his coffin. Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same
[Hades] [5101] Mr Bloom stood far back, his hat in his hand, counting the bared
[Hades] [5102] heads. Twelve. I'm thirteen. No. The chap in the macintosh is thirteen.
[Hades] [5103] Death's number. Where the deuce did he pop out of? He wasn't in the
[Hades] [5106] Nice soft tweed Ned Lambert has in that suit. Tinge of purple. I had
[Hades] [5107] one like that when we lived in Lombard street west. Dressy fellow he was
[Hades] [5108] once. Used to change three suits in the day. Must get that grey suit of
[Hades] [5122] Gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads in a whisper. Whisper.
[Hades] [5124] in the black open space. Mr Bloom moved behind the portly kindly
[Hades] [5134] floor since he's doomed. Devil in that picture of sinner's death showing
[Hades] [5135] him a woman. Dying to embrace her in his shirt. Last act of LUCIA.
[Hades] [5138] Remember him in your prayers. Even Parnell. Ivy day dying out. Then
[Hades] [5142] and not in hell. Nice change of air. Out of the fryingpan of life into the
[Hades] [5146] when you shiver in the sun. Someone walking over it. Callboy's warning.
[Hades] [5151] in on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all
[Hades] [5155] a telephone in the coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole. Flag of
[Hades] [5156] distress. Three days. Rather long to keep them in summer. Just as well
[Hades] [5167] Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ah, the names. But he
[Hades] [5178] So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne.
[Hades] [5185] --And tell us, Hynes said, do you know that fellow in the, fellow was
[Hades] [5186] over there in the ...
[Hades] [5209] Clay, brown, damp, began to be seen in the hole. It rose. Nearly over.
[Hades] [5212] against a corner: the brother-in-law his on a lump. The gravediggers put
[Hades] [5217] another coiled the coffinband. His navelcord. The brother-in-law, turning
[Hades] [5218] away, placed something in his free hand. Thanks in silence. Sorry, sir:
[Hades] [5231] --Some say he is not in that grave at all. That the coffin was filled
[Hades] [5250] I travelled for cork lino. I paid five shillings in the pound. Or a
[Hades] [5251] woman's with her saucepan. I cooked good Irish stew. Eulogy in a country
[Hades] [5265] Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the kitchen matchbox, a
[Hades] [5279] the voice, yes: gramophone. Have a gramophone in every grave or keep it
[Hades] [5280] in the house. After dinner on a Sunday. Put on poor old greatgrandfather.
[Hades] [5285] when I was in Wisdom Hely's.
[Hades] [5294] alive crushed itself in under the plinth, wriggled itself in under it.
[Hades] [5304] meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. I read in that
[Hades] [5305] VOYAGES IN CHINA that the Chinese say a white man smells like a corpse.
[Hades] [5310] Drowning they say is the pleasantest. See your whole life in a flash. But
[Hades] [5311] being brought back to life no. Can't bury in the air however. Out of a
[Hades] [5318] The gates glimmered in front: still open. Back to the world again.
[Hades] [5327] Feel live warm beings near you. Let them sleep in their maggoty beds. They
[Hades] [5333] commissioner for oaths and affidavits. Dignam used to be in his office.
[Hades] [5341] Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.
[Hades] [5357] John Henry Menton jerked his head down in acknowledgment.
[Aeolus] [5399] polished. Parked in North Prince's street His Majesty's vermilion
[Aeolus] [5419] in a large capecoat, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out
[Aeolus] [5423] newspaper in four clean strokes. Scissors and paste.
[Aeolus] [5430] --Right, Mr Bloom said with a nod. I'll rub that in.
[Aeolus] [5448] step: back. All his brains are in the nape of his neck, Simon Dedalus
[Aeolus] [5455] one door opposite another for the wind to. Way in. Way out.
[Aeolus] [5457] Our Saviour: beardframed oval face: talking in the dusk. Mary,
[Aeolus] [5466] heart. In MARTHA.
[Aeolus] [5480] A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the counter
[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] [5519] the official gazette. Queen Anne is dead. Published by authority in the
[Aeolus] [5520] year one thousand and. Demesne situate in the townland of Rosenallis,
[Aeolus] [5531] The machines clanked in threefour time. Thump, thump, thump.
[Aeolus] [5546] Mr Bloom stood in his way.
[Aeolus] [5559] Three bob I lent him in Meagher's. Three weeks. Third hint.
[Aeolus] [5571] --He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.
[Aeolus] [5582] began to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket.
[Aeolus] [5586] Let him take that in first.
[Aeolus] [5590] obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Clank it. Clank it. Miles of
[Aeolus] [5607] in leaded: the house of keys. You see? Do you think that's a good idea?
[Aeolus] [5621] --I can get it, Mr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a house
[Aeolus] [5642] under a cemetery wall. Silly, isn't it? Cemetery put in of course on
[Aeolus] [5652] That door too sllt creaking, asking to be shut. Everything speaks in its
[Aeolus] [5661] --Wait. Where's the archbishop's letter? It's to be repeated in the
[Aeolus] [5682] it anyhow. Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. Ballsbridge.
[Aeolus] [5691] have put through his hands in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads,
[Aeolus] [5693] Sober serious man with a bit in the savingsbank I'd say. Wife a good cook
[Aeolus] [5694] and washer. Daughter working the machine in the parlour. Plain Jane, no
[Aeolus] [5701] He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.
[Aeolus] [5704] backwards with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year in Jerusalem. Dear, O
[Aeolus] [5726] smell there always is in those works. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door
[Aeolus] [5738] who that is. What's up? Pop in a minute to phone. Ned Lambert it is.
[Aeolus] [5777] hungered, made ready to nibble the biscuit in his other hand.
[Aeolus] [5812] The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was
[Aeolus] [5813] pushed in.
[Aeolus] [5823] --Come in. Come in.
[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] [5857] like the statue in Glasnevin. Believe he does some literary work for the
[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] [5868] --Bombast! the professor broke in testily. Enough of the inflated
[Aeolus] [5908] All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot
[Aeolus] [5909] cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn't he? Why they call
[Aeolus] [5911] chap in the inland revenue office with the motor. Hooked that nicely.
[Aeolus] [5916] crested by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. The bold blue eyes
[Aeolus] [5923] --Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in recognition.
[Aeolus] [5947] --In Ohio! the editor shouted.
[Aeolus] [5955] --Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet face.
[Aeolus] [5974] He went in.
[Aeolus] [6000] Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door
[Aeolus] [6007] steps. The tissues rustled up in the draught, floated softly in the air
[Aeolus] [6021] He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.
[Aeolus] [6041] The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and
[Aeolus] [6047] --My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt? I'm in a
[Aeolus] [6060] mouthorgan, echoed in the bare hallway from the newsboys squatted on the
[Aeolus] [6072] of Keyes's. Want to fix it up. They tell me he's round there in Dillon's.
[Aeolus] [6080] --Back in no time, Mr Bloom said, hurrying out.
[Aeolus] [6095] Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr
[Aeolus] [6103] He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding
[Aeolus] [6104] feet past the fireplace to J. J. O'Molloy who placed the tissues in his
[Aeolus] [6116] jingling his keys in his back pocket. They jingled then in the air and
[Aeolus] [6119] --He's pretty well on, professor MacHugh said in a low voice.
[Aeolus] [6121] --Seems to be, J. J. O'Molloy said, taking out a cigarettecase in
[Aeolus] [6130] promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J. J.
[Aeolus] [6136] He declaimed in song, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh:
[Aeolus] [6153] British or Brixton. The word reminds one somehow of fat in the fire.
[Aeolus] [6157] --That's it, he said. We are the fat. You and I are the fat in the fire.
[Aeolus] [6158] We haven't got the chance of a snowball in hell.
[Aeolus] [6171] The Jews in the wilderness and on the mountaintop said: IT IS MEET TO BE
[Aeolus] [6173] follows in his footsteps, brought to every new shore on which he set his
[Aeolus] [6175] about him in his toga and he said: IT IS MEET TO BE HERE. LET US CONSTRUCT
[Aeolus] [6179] as we read in the first chapter of Guinness's, were partial to the running
[Aeolus] [6193] Mr O'Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in
[Aeolus] [6201] --How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in. Your
[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] [6255] von Tirconnell in Ireland. Sent his heir over to make the king an Austrian
[Aeolus] [6281] Lord Jesus? Lord Salisbury? A sofa in a westend club. But the Greek!
[Aeolus] [6305] --Boohoo! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in
[Aeolus] [6320] In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead.
[Aeolus] [6327] Lenehan extended his hands in protest.
[Aeolus] [6338] He poked Mr O'Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O'Madden Burke
[Aeolus] [6351] --Like fellows who had blown up the Bastile, J. J. O'Molloy said in quiet
[Aeolus] [6363] --The turf, Lenehan put in.
[Aeolus] [6375] cold in the park. The gate was open.
[Aeolus] [6383] --I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite in
[Aeolus] [6384] it. You can do it. I see it in your face. IN THE LEXICON OF YOUTH ...
[Aeolus] [6386] See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.
[Aeolus] [6388] --Foot and mouth disease! the editor cried in scornful invective. Great
[Aeolus] [6389] nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. All balls! Bulldosing the public!
[Aeolus] [6390] Give them something with a bite in it. Put us all into it, damn its soul.
[Aeolus] [6403] --You can do it, Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in emphasis.
[Aeolus] [6405] he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the Clarence. Gallaher,
[Aeolus] [6408] That was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of the invincibles, murder in
[Aeolus] [6431] Stephen turned in surprise.
[Aeolus] [6469] X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.
[Aeolus] [6490] besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, and
[Aeolus] [6501] Now he's got in with Blumenfeld. That's press. That's talent. Pyatt! He
[Aeolus] [6505] brother-in-law of Chris Callinan.
[Aeolus] [6528] --They're only in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said.
[Aeolus] [6531] Ah, bloody nonsense. Psha! Only in the halfpenny place.
[Aeolus] [6533] His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.
[Aeolus] [6552] He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose, in
[Aeolus] [6553] russet, entwining, PER L'AER PERSO, in mauve, in purple, QUELLA PACIFICA
[Aeolus] [6568] you. Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and
[Aeolus] [6572] watchful friend THE SKIBBEREEN EAGLE. Why bring in a master of forensic
[Aeolus] [6579] --Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his
[Aeolus] [6585] --Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it in
[Aeolus] [6593] --One of the most polished periods I think I ever listened to in my life
[Aeolus] [6594] fell from the lips of Seymour Bushe. It was in that case of fratricide,
[Aeolus] [6601] By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the
[Aeolus] [6612] the Moses of Michelangelo in the vatican.
[Aeolus] [6625] it was that small act, trivial in itself, that striking of that match,
[Aeolus] [6663] that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to ask him about
[Aeolus] [6685] --He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child's
[Aeolus] [6689] full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction I will not
[Aeolus] [6702] In ferial tone he addressed J. J. O'Molloy:
[Aeolus] [6706] shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy
[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] [6760] supple in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone.
[Aeolus] [6810] metaphorically speaking, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry.
[Aeolus] [6812] --That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All that are in favour
[Aeolus] [6829] He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.
[Aeolus] [6831] --Foot and mouth. I know. That'll be all right. That'll go in. Where are
[Aeolus] [6840] J. J. O'Molloy, about to follow him in, said quietly to Stephen:
[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] [6890] the blade of a knife. Two and three in silver and one and seven in
[Aeolus] [6901] the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins,
[Aeolus] [6920] A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps, scattering in
[Aeolus] [6935] Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the
[Aeolus] [6944] A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom's face:
[Aeolus] [6946] --Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! A child bit by a bellows!
[Aeolus] [6956] But he wants a par to call attention in the TELEGRAPH too, the Saturday
[Aeolus] [6958] Nannetti from the KILKENNY PEOPLE. I can have access to it in the national
[Aeolus] [6971] A bit nervy. Look out for squalls. All off for a drink. Arm in arm.
[Aeolus] [6974] today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in muck
[Aeolus] [6975] somewhere. Careless chap. What was he doing in Irishtown?
[Aeolus] [7005] fingers in the paper the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the
[Aeolus] [7028] --Easy all, Myles Crawford said. No poetic licence. We're in the
[Aeolus] [7042] --It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said, and they are too
[Aeolus] [7062] a bondwoman. And he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of beauty
[Aeolus] [7074] trolleys stood in their tracks, bound for or from Rathmines, Rathfarnham,
[Aeolus] [7077] all still, becalmed in short circuit. Hackney cars, cabs, delivery
[Lestrygonians] [7141] fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.
[Lestrygonians] [7150] washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim. Birth, hymen,
[Lestrygonians] [7153] church in Zion is coming.
[Lestrygonians] [7162] luminous crucifix. Our Saviour. Wake up in the dead of night and see him
[Lestrygonians] [7163] on the wall, hanging. Pepper's ghost idea. Iron nails ran in.
[Lestrygonians] [7167] pantry in the kitchen. Don't like all the smells in it waiting to rush
[Lestrygonians] [7176] goes. Fifteen children he had. Birth every year almost. That's in their
[Lestrygonians] [7187] Good Lord, that poor child's dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks
[Lestrygonians] [7194] brewery. Regular world in itself. Vats of porter wonderful. Rats get in
[Lestrygonians] [7210] day I threw that stale cake out of the Erin's King picked it up in the
[Lestrygonians] [7259] you own water really? It's always flowing in a stream, never the same,
[Lestrygonians] [7260] which in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream. All kinds
[Lestrygonians] [7262] stuck up in all the greenhouses. Never see it now. Strictly confidential.
[Lestrygonians] [7265] that matter on the q. t. running in to loosen a button. Flybynight. Just
[Lestrygonians] [7307] no, M Glade's men. Doesn't bring in any business either. I suggested
[Lestrygonians] [7312] if you stare at nothing. Have a finger in the pie. Women too. Curiosity.
[Lestrygonians] [7322] small head. Sister? Sister? I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes.
[Lestrygonians] [7328] money. Fried everything in the best butter all the same. No lard for them.
[Lestrygonians] [7329] My heart's broke eating dripping. They like buttering themselves in and
[Lestrygonians] [7335] Phil Gilligan died. We were in Lombard street west. Wait: was in Thom's.
[Lestrygonians] [7336] Got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. Six years. Ten years ago:
[Lestrygonians] [7358] always squinting in when he passed? Weak eyes, woman. Stopped in
[Lestrygonians] [7368] on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the supperroom
[Lestrygonians] [7372] her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell concerts.
[Lestrygonians] [7376] her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. She did get flushed in the wind.
[Lestrygonians] [7379] mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth unclamping the
[Lestrygonians] [7384] taking out her hairpins. Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy.
[Lestrygonians] [7393] --In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in
[Lestrygonians] [7398] --Yes. In a photographer's there. Getting on like a house on fire. How are
[Lestrygonians] [7403] How many has she? No other in sight.
[Lestrygonians] [7405] --You're in black, I see. You have no ...
[Lestrygonians] [7434] --O, don't be talking! she said. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. He's in
[Lestrygonians] [7442] arab stood over the grating, breathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of
[Lestrygonians] [7447] guard on those things. Stick it in a chap's eye in the tram. Rummaging.
[Lestrygonians] [7457] in alarm, yet smiling.
[Lestrygonians] [7461] Let her speak. Look straight in her eyes. I believe you. Trust me.
[Lestrygonians] [7463] --Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had, a nightmare.
[Lestrygonians] [7500] was. In Luke Doyle's long ago. Dolphin's Barn, the charades. U.P.: up.
[Lestrygonians] [7513] --I just called to ask on the way in is she over it. She's in the lying-in
[Lestrygonians] [7514] hospital in Holles street. Dr Horne got her in. She's three days bad now.
[Lestrygonians] [7523] His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. His tongue clacked in
[Lestrygonians] [7560] Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's
[Lestrygonians] [7561] hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs. Blown in from the bay. Like old
[Lestrygonians] [7567] Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of him in sunlight the
[Lestrygonians] [7569] Watch him! Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world. And
[Lestrygonians] [7570] that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Hard time she must have with
[Lestrygonians] [7574] Wrote it for a lark in the Scotch house I bet anything. Round to Menton's
[Lestrygonians] [7581] lady typist to aid gentleman in literary work. I called you naughty
[Lestrygonians] [7591] counter. Resp. girl (R.C.) wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop.
[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] [7608] my handling them. As if I was her clotheshorse. Saw her in the
[Lestrygonians] [7609] viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in with Whelan of the
[Lestrygonians] [7615] Poor Mrs Purefoy! Methodist husband. Method in his madness.
[Lestrygonians] [7616] Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy. Y. M. C. A.
[Lestrygonians] [7619] cousin in Dublin Castle. One tony relative in every family. Hardy annuals
[Lestrygonians] [7621] bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet. The squallers.
[Lestrygonians] [7623] the night. Selfish those t.t's are. Dog in the manger. Only one lump of
[Lestrygonians] [7624] sugar in my tea, if you please.
[Lestrygonians] [7627] Rowe's? Must look up that ad in the national library. An eightpenny in the
[Lestrygonians] [7639] was given that. Nine she had. A good layer. Old woman that lived in a shoe
[Lestrygonians] [7657] my babies, she said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed
[Lestrygonians] [7660] People knocking them up at all hours. For God' sake, doctor. Wife in
[Lestrygonians] [7662] on your wife. No gratitude in people. Humane doctors, most of them.
[Lestrygonians] [7666] pick the fellow in black. Here goes. Here's good luck. Must be thrilling
[Lestrygonians] [7667] from the air. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the trees near Goose
[Lestrygonians] [7670] A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in
[Lestrygonians] [7673] belts. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. They split up in groups and
[Lestrygonians] [7675] attack one in pudding time. A punch in his dinner. A squad of others,
[Lestrygonians] [7682] women. Running into cakeshops. Settle my hat straight. THERE IS NOT IN
[Lestrygonians] [7688] being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell. Can't
[Lestrygonians] [7690] That horsepoliceman the day Joe Chamberlain was given his degree in
[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] [7698] where Mrs Purefoy. Wheels within wheels. Police whistle in my ears still.
[Lestrygonians] [7699] All skedaddled. Why he fixed on me. Give me in charge. Right here it
[Lestrygonians] [7714] Duff in his eye. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the
[Lestrygonians] [7716] on to get in the know all the time drawing secret service pay from the
[Lestrygonians] [7737] out you get the knife. Hidden hand. Stay in. The firing squad. Turnkey's
[Lestrygonians] [7738] daughter got him out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Putting up in the
[Lestrygonians] [7742] squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob. Or gas about our
[Lestrygonians] [7751] best sauce in the world. Make themselves thoroughly at home. Show us over
[Lestrygonians] [7753] rising up in the northwest.
[Lestrygonians] [7758] squads of police marching out, back: trams in, out. Those two loonies
[Lestrygonians] [7763] blood off, all are washed in the blood of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.
[Lestrygonians] [7770] have all the gold. Swindle in it somewhere. Piled up in cities, worn
[Lestrygonians] [7771] away age after age. Pyramids in sand. Built on bread and onions.
[Lestrygonians] [7782] tinned in there. Like a mortuary chapel. Wouldn't live in it if they paid
[Lestrygonians] [7786] opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell passed,
[Lestrygonians] [7791] meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a
[Lestrygonians] [7804] banquet. Eating orangepeels in the park. Simon Dedalus said when they put
[Lestrygonians] [7805] him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the grave and lead
[Lestrygonians] [7821] Holding forth. She's taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid gentleman
[Lestrygonians] [7822] in literary work.
[Lestrygonians] [7824] His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle, a
[Lestrygonians] [7831] rumpsteak. Absurd. Salty too. They cook in soda. Keep you sitting by the
[Lestrygonians] [7839] a line of poetry out of him. Don't know what poetry is even. Must be in a
[Lestrygonians] [7852] capture trade. Undercutting. Might chance on a pair in the railway lost
[Lestrygonians] [7853] property office. Astonishing the things people leave behind them in trains
[Lestrygonians] [7866] There was a lot of talk about those sunspots when we were in Lombard
[Lestrygonians] [7876] with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land. Not go in and blurt out
[Lestrygonians] [7904] M Coy said. They drink in order to say or do something or CHERCHEZ LA
[Lestrygonians] [7905] FEMME. Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the
[Lestrygonians] [7911] harvestmoon face in a poky bonnet. Three Purty Maids from School. How
[Lestrygonians] [7921] water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then.
[Lestrygonians] [7922] Would you? Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy?
[Lestrygonians] [7923] Wants to sew on buttons for me. I must answer. Write it in the library.
[Lestrygonians] [7927] in the baking causeway. Thick feet that woman has in the white stockings.
[Lestrygonians] [7929] to the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of
[Lestrygonians] [7936] Must be washed in rainwater. Meyerbeer. Tara: bom bom bom.
[Lestrygonians] [7939] over the place. Needles in window curtains.
[Lestrygonians] [7962] Perfumed bodies, warm, full. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields,
[Lestrygonians] [7963] tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas,
[Lestrygonians] [7976] His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink
[Lestrygonians] [7992] last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the schoolpoem choked himself at
[Lestrygonians] [8022] with a silver knife in his mouth. That's witty, I think. Or no. Silver
[Lestrygonians] [8039] He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Stopgap.
[Lestrygonians] [8052] down with porringers and tommycans to be filled. Devour contents in the
[Lestrygonians] [8056] Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his
[Lestrygonians] [8057] gingerbread coach, old queen in a bathchair. My plate's empty. After you
[Lestrygonians] [8068] After all there's a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the
[Lestrygonians] [8084] drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me
[Lestrygonians] [8104] Ought to be tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect.
[Lestrygonians] [8134] Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear. Flap ears to match.
[Lestrygonians] [8163] --Ay, now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand in his pocket to
[Lestrygonians] [8165] up in it?
[Lestrygonians] [8179] --Yes, he said. He's the organiser in point of fact.
[Lestrygonians] [8186] boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the Portobello
[Lestrygonians] [8187] barracks. By God, he had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he
[Lestrygonians] [8197] Davy Byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched
[Lestrygonians] [8215] Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed.
[Lestrygonians] [8218] --I wouldn't do anything at all in that line, Davy Byrne said. It ruined
[Lestrygonians] [8224] --True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Unless you're in the know. There's no
[Lestrygonians] [8236] horseflesh. Saint Frusquin was her sire. She won in a thunderstorm,
[Lestrygonians] [8237] Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow cap.
[Lestrygonians] [8249] stomach's Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel. Molly fondling him in her
[Lestrygonians] [8262] in a thousand years. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your
[Lestrygonians] [8270] the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red Bank this morning. Was he oysters
[Lestrygonians] [8271] old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no ar no
[Lestrygonians] [8277] off his own head? Cheapest lunch in town. Of course aristocrats, then the
[Lestrygonians] [8278] others copy to be in the fashion. Milly too rock oil and flour. Raw
[Lestrygonians] [8279] pastry I like myself. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the
[Lestrygonians] [8281] Hock in green glasses. Swell blowout. Lady this. Powdered bosom pearls.
[Lestrygonians] [8286] half of a cow. Spread I saw down in the Master of the Rolls' kitchen
[Lestrygonians] [8292] a waiter in a swell hotel. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies. May I
[Lestrygonians] [8295] lived in Killiney, I remember. DU, DE LA French. Still it's the same fish
[Lestrygonians] [8297] money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills can't write his name on a
[Lestrygonians] [8304] Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress
[Lestrygonians] [8309] undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities. Pillowed on my
[Lestrygonians] [8310] coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her
[Lestrygonians] [8314] in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Mawkish pulp her mouth had
[Lestrygonians] [8321] woman's breasts full in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.
[Lestrygonians] [8331] world admires. Can see them library museum standing in the round hall,
[Lestrygonians] [8334] did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Mortal! Put you in
[Lestrygonians] [8339] stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung,
[Lestrygonians] [8351] --What is this he is? Isn't he in the insurance line?
[Lestrygonians] [8356] --I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble?
[Lestrygonians] [8360] --I noticed he was in mourning.
[Lestrygonians] [8366] gentleman is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their
[Lestrygonians] [8371] wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home
[Lestrygonians] [8383] Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He
[Lestrygonians] [8386] --He's in the craft, he said.
[Lestrygonians] [8400] Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one:
[Lestrygonians] [8404] --There was one woman, Nosey Flynn said, hid herself in a clock to find
[Lestrygonians] [8406] her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the saint Legers of
[Lestrygonians] [8411] --And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and
[Lestrygonians] [8430] --Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.
[Lestrygonians] [8432] Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Tom Rochford followed frowning, a
[Lestrygonians] [8485] Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.
[Lestrygonians] [8510] Ought to be a hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent
[Lestrygonians] [8513] He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars:
[Lestrygonians] [8520] Feel better. Burgundy. Good pick me up. Who distilled first? Some chap in
[Lestrygonians] [8521] the blues. Dutch courage. That KILKENNY PEOPLE in the national library
[Lestrygonians] [8524] Bare clean closestools waiting in the window of William Miller, plumber,
[Lestrygonians] [8555] girls. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought,
[Lestrygonians] [8562] children soup to change to protestants in the time of the potato blight.
[Lestrygonians] [8567] tram in sight. Wants to cross.
[Lestrygonians] [8574] --You're in Dawson street, Mr Bloom said. Molesworth street is opposite.
[Lestrygonians] [8575] Do you want to cross? There's nothing in the way.
[Lestrygonians] [8579] his brillantined hair just when I was. Horse drooping. Driver in John
[Lestrygonians] [8603] get his doze. That's right. Clear. Behind a bull: in front of a horse.
[Lestrygonians] [8616] Must have felt it. See things in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of
[Lestrygonians] [8620] in a beeline if he hadn't that cane? Bloodless pious face like a fellow
[Lestrygonians] [8621] going in to be a priest.
[Lestrygonians] [8635] shut or a cold in the head. Also smoke in the dark they say get no
[Lestrygonians] [8639] passing the Stewart institution, head in the air. Look at me. I have them
[Lestrygonians] [8640] all on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his mind's eye.
[Lestrygonians] [8659] belly. But I know it's whitey yellow. Want to try in the dark to see.
[Lestrygonians] [8666] drowned in New York. Holocaust. Karma they call that transmigration for
[Lestrygonians] [8667] sins you did in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses. Dear,
[Lestrygonians] [8672] After his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Old legal cronies cracking a
[Lestrygonians] [8676] Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder's court. Wellmeaning old
[Lestrygonians] [8680] they call a dirty jew. Power those judges have. Crusty old topers in
[Lestrygonians] [8684] Sixteenth. Today it is. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. THE
[Lestrygonians] [8686] there: Ballsbridge. Drop in on Keyes. No use sticking to him like a
[Lestrygonians] [8691] Straw hat in sunlight. Tan shoes. Turnedup trousers. It is. It is.
[Lestrygonians] [8696] Is it? Almost certain. Won't look. Wine in my face. Why did I? Too heady.
[Lestrygonians] [8702] Didn't see me perhaps. Light in his eyes.
[Lestrygonians] [8704] The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold statues:
[Lestrygonians] [8705] quiet there. Safe in a minute.
[Lestrygonians] [8730] His hand looking for the where did I put found in his hip pocket soap
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8743] a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as one sees in real life.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8753] feels that Goethe's judgments are so true. True in the larger analysis.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8794] Kathleen, her four beautiful green fields, the stranger in her house. And
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8795] one more to hail him: AVE, RABBI: the Tinahely twelve. In the shadow of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8829] man. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the beautiful, the Logos who suffers in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8834] Ineffable, in heaven hight: K.H., their master, whose identity is no
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8845] Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light. He bore in his hand with grace
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8861] Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8874] you know, about Hyde's LOVESONGS OF CONNACHT. I couldn't bring him in to
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8881] IN LEAN UNLOVELY ENGLISH.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8886] We feel in England. Penitent thief. Gone. I smoked his baccy. Green
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8887] twinkling stone. An emerald set in the ring of the sea.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8890] Russell warned occultly. The movements which work revolutions in the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8891] world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8895] of corruption in Mallarme but the desirable life is revealed only to the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8901] poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to me in Paris. The one about HAMLET.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8903] READING THE BOOK OF HIMSELF. He describes HAMLET given in a French town,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8906] His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8925] distressingly shortsighted in some matters.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8931] in his palms. Nine lives are taken off for his father's one. Our Father
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8932] who art in purgatory. Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot. The
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8933] bloodboltered shambles in act five is a forecast of the concentration
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8945] Best's behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our flesh
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8968] --It is this hour of a day in mid June, Stephen said, begging with a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8970] bankside. The bear Sackerson growls in the pit near it, Paris garden.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8974] Local colour. Work in all you know. Make them accomplices.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8976] --Shakespeare has left the huguenot's house in Silver street and walks by
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8983] --The play begins. A player comes on under the shadow, made up in the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8986] has studied HAMLET all the years of his life which were not vanity in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8995] in Stratford that his namesake may live for ever.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8997] Is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a ghost by absence, and in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9029] Go to! You spent most of it in Georgina Johnson's bed, clergyman's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9063] --Do you mean to fly in the face of the tradition of three centuries?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9078] John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9086] Portals of discovery opened to let in the quaker librarian,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9107] He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9109] know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his form, the cry of hounds, the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9111] in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London. Is Katharine the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9113] the writer of ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9114] the back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all Warwickshire
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9121] a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9140] A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9155] in time.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9157] Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. ISIS UNVEILED. Their Pali book we tried
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9167] IN QUINTESSENTIAL TRIVIALITY
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9175] Anxiously he glanced in the cone of lamplight where three faces, lighted,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9182] index fingers. Aristotle's experiment. One or two? Necessity is that in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9189] Longworth will give it a good puff in the EXPRESS. O, will he? I liked
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9191] he has genius really? Yeats admired his line: AS IN WILD EARTH A GRECIAN
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9197] for it. A knight of the rueful countenance here in Dublin. With a saffron
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9209] --O, yes. If he considers it important it will go in. We have so much
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9217] feel we are. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. I hope you will
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9238] Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from
[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] [9259] Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9261] of that Egyptian highpriest. IN PAINTED CHAMBERS LOADED WITH TILEBOOKS.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9263] They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9264] death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9276] His private papers in the original. TA AN BAD AR AN TIR. TAIM IN MO
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9296] unliving son looks forth. In the intense instant of imagination, when the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9298] and that which in possibility I may come to be. So in the future, the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9308] Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9315] in the market. The plays of Shakespeare's later years which Renan admired
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9328] man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like another Ulysses, Pericles,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9333] --A child, a girl, placed in his arms, Marina.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9341] Mummed in names: A. E., eon: Magee, John Eglinton. East of the sun, west
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9364] --Will he not see reborn in her, with the memory of his own youth added,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9372] images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in them
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9380] Shakespeare in the SATURDAY REVIEW were surely brilliant. Oddly enough he
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9383] the poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in harmony
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9393] Magee likes to quote. Beware of what you wish for in youth because you
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9394] will get it in middle life. Why does he send to one who is a BUONAROBA, a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9398] Belief in himself has been untimely killed. He was overborne in a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9399] cornfield first (ryefield, I should say) and he will never be a victor in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9404] invisible weapon. There is, I feel in the words, some goad of the flesh
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9407] rages commingle in a whirlpool.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9409] They list. And in the porches of their ears I pour.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9411] --The soul has been before stricken mortally, a poison poured in the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9412] porch of a sleeping ear. But those who are done to death in sleep cannot
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9414] with that knowledge in the life to come. The poisoning and the beast with
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9422] is his gain, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9425] or what you will, the sea's voice, a voice heard only in the heart of him
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9436] blithe in motley, towards the greeting of their smiles. My telegram.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9452] Own Self but yet shall come in the latter day to doom the quick and dead
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9455] Glo--o--ri--a in ex--cel--sis De--o.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9470] A flying sunny smile rayed in his loose features.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9484] Hamlet for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in Dublin. Vining
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9512] Wit. You would give your five wits for youth's proud livery he pranks in.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9515] There be many mo. Take her for me. In pairing time. Jove, a cool ruttime
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9540] Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9544] Haines and myself, the time himself brought it in. 'Twas murmur we did
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9546] leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9560] you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He's out in pampooties to murder
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9571] lights in rue Saint-Andre-des-Arts. In words of words for words,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9572] palabras. Oisin with Patrick. Faunman he met in Clamart woods,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9578] -- ... in which everyone can find his own. So Mr Justice Madden in his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9593] Brisk in a galliard he was off, out. In the daylit corridor he talked
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9594] with voluble pains of zeal, in duty bound, most fair, most kind, most
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9620] --Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is no more. I found him over in the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9622] has never been twisted in prayer. Every day we must do homage to her.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9633] begin to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had thought of her, if at
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9637] from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the wooden mare of Troy in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9639] years he lived in London and, during part of that time, he drew a salary
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9649] to her bed after she had seen him in RICHARD III and how Shakespeare,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9669] what do you suppose poor Penelope in Stratford was doing behind the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9672] Do and do. Thing done. In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard, herbalist,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9674] eyes, violets. He walks. One life is all. One body. Do. But do. Afar, in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9681] --Say that he is the spurned lover in the sonnets. Once spurned twice
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9686] --As an Englishman, you mean, John sturdy Eglinton put in, he loved a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9695] deeds are rank in that ghost's mind: a broken vow and the dullbrained
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9697] Ann, I take it, was hot in the blood. Once a wooer, twice a wooer.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9699] Stephen turned boldly in his chair.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9702] deny that in the fifth scene of HAMLET he has branded her with infamy
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9711] O, yes, mention there is. In the years when he was living richly in royal
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9731] For his sister, for his old cronies in Stratford
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9732] And in London. And therefore when he was urged,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9763] reading in the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9764] from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9766] love so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9769] are made in anger. The christian laws which built up the hoards of the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9794] --She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that secondbest bed, the mobled
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9795] queen, even though you prove that a bed in those days was as rare as a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9797] In old age she takes up with gospellers (one stayed with her at New Place
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9798] and drank a quart of sack the town council paid for but in which bed he
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9803] DEVOUT SOULS SNEEZE. Venus has twisted her lips in prayer. Agenbite of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9815] with the godless, he sneaks the cup. A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade it
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9818] Magee Mor Matthew, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in strossers with a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9820] a wand of wilding in his hand.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9829] evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father's death.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9837] last man who felt himself with child. Fatherhood, in the sense of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9844] genitive, may be the only true thing in life. Paternity may be a legal
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9865] In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought it.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9867] --What links them in nature? An instant of blind rut.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9878] same name in the comedy of errors wrote HAMLET he was not the father of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9890] child. I have an unborn child in my brain. Pallas Athena! A play! The
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9895] --As for his family, Stephen said, his mother's name lives in the forest
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9896] of Arden. Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9897] CORIOLANUS. His boyson's death is the deathscene of young Arthur in KING
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9898] JOHN. Hamlet, the black prince, is Hamnet Shakespeare. Who the girls in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9899] THE TEMPEST, in PERICLES, in WINTER'S TALE are we know. Who Cleopatra,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9905] The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, quake, his mask, quake, with
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9916] STEPHEN: He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9919] in Lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man on's back. The playhouse sausage
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9921] recorded in the works of sweet William.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9923] MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! What's in a name?
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9935] STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the villain shakebags, Iago,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9936] Richard Crookback, Edmund in KING LEAR, two bear the wicked uncles'
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9938] Edmund lay dying in Southwark.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9948] in the plays, a super here, a clown there, as a painter of old Italy set
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9949] his face in a dark corner of his canvas. He has revealed it in the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9950] sonnets where there is Will in overplus. Like John o'Gaunt his name is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9953] his glory of greatest shakescene in the country. What's in a name? That
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9954] is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9956] by day in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the night, and by
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9957] night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the recumbent constellation
[Scylla and Charybdis] [9986] my feet. Buy a pair. Holes in my socks. Handkerchief too.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10000] find also in the old Irish myths. Just what you say. The three brothers
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10001] Shakespeare. In Grimm too, don't you know, the fairytales. The third
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10012] He caught himself in the act: looked at all: refrained.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10027] --In asking you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10043] --You will say those names were already in the chronicles from which he
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10046] Ann (what's in a name?), woos and wins her, a whoreson merry widow.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10050] the angel of the world. Why is the underplot of KING LEAR in which Edmund
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10060] usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to Shakespeare,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10064] buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his book. It doubles
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10065] itself in the middle of his life, reflects itself in another, repeats
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10070] will and left in him a strong inclination to evil. The words are
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10072] sin, committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned. It is between
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10075] Beauty and peace have not done it away. It is in infinite variety
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10076] everywhere in the world he has created, in MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, twice
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10077] in AS YOU LIKE IT, in THE TEMPEST, in HAMLET, in MEASURE FOR MEASURE--and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10078] in all the other plays which I have not read.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10085] all in all.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10088] All in all. In CYMBELINE, in OTHELLO he is bawd and cuckold. He acts and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10091] willing that the moor in him shall suffer.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10104] ended, he plants his mulberrytree in the earth. Then dies. The motion is
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10106] prince at last in death, with incidental music. And, what though murdered
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10112] go. Strong curtain. He found in the world without as actual what was in his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10117] old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting
[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] [10156] --Well, in that case, he said, I don't see why you should expect payment
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10158] mystery in HAMLET but will say no more. Herr Bleibtreu, the man Piper met
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10159] in Berlin, who is working up that Rutland theory, believes that the secret
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10160] is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is going to visit the present
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10179] --I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper
[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] [10212] One day in the national library we had a discussion. Shakes. After.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10223] The constant readers' room. In the readers' book Cashel Boyle
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10225] Hamlet mad? The quaker's pate godlily with a priesteen in booktalk.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10229] Amused Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, selfnodding:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10297] --The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10307] In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet:
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10312] A HONEYMOON IN THE HAND
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10313] (A NATIONAL IMMORALITY IN THREE ORGASMS)
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10341] --O, the night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to lift
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10342] their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10351] today, if Judas go forth tonight. Why? That lies in space which I in time
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10364] after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10368] mariner. O, Kinch, thou art in peril. Get thee a breechpad.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10381] Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. No birds. Frail
[Scylla and Charybdis] [10382] from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in a flaw
[Wandering Rocks] [10398] watch in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps. Five to
[Wandering Rocks] [10407] reverend John Conmee S. J. Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his
[Wandering Rocks] [10412] cannonballs, ending their days in some pauper ward, and of cardinal
[Wandering Rocks] [10414] NOT HAVE ABANDONED ME IN MY OLD DAYS. He walked by the treeshade of
[Wandering Rocks] [10423] And Mr Sheehy himself? Still in London. The house was still sitting, to be
[Wandering Rocks] [10435] jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun. And smiled yet again, in
[Wandering Rocks] [10443] A zealous man, however. Really he was. And really did great good in.
[Wandering Rocks] [10472] Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c, in silk hat, slate
[Wandering Rocks] [10495] Circular road. It was a wonder that there was not a tramline in such an
[Wandering Rocks] [10511] saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop.
[Wandering Rocks] [10515] dreadful catastrophe in New York. In America those things were
[Wandering Rocks] [10524] Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade of
[Wandering Rocks] [10526] saluted the constable. In Youkstetter's, the porkbutcher's, Father Conmee
[Wandering Rocks] [10527] observed pig's puddings, white and black and red, lie neatly curled in
[Wandering Rocks] [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] [10548] Father Conmee sat in a corner of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked
[Wandering Rocks] [10549] with care in the eye of one plump kid glove, while four shillings, a
[Wandering Rocks] [10564] Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car. He perceived also
[Wandering Rocks] [10568] Father Conmee at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the
[Wandering Rocks] [10578] FOR ME. But they had so many worries in life, so many cares, poor
[Wandering Rocks] [10588] hour came like a thief in the night. That book by the Belgian jesuit, LE
[Wandering Rocks] [10590] millions of human souls created by God in His Own likeness to whom the
[Wandering Rocks] [10596] conductor and saluted in his turn.
[Wandering Rocks] [10599] name. The joybells were ringing in gay Malahide. Lord Talbot de Malahide,
[Wandering Rocks] [10601] Then came the call to arms and she was maid, wife and widow in one day.
[Wandering Rocks] [10602] Those were old worldish days, loyal times in joyous townlands, old times
[Wandering Rocks] [10603] in the barony.
[Wandering Rocks] [10605] Father Conmee, walking, thought of his little book OLD TIMES IN THE
[Wandering Rocks] [10610] Ennel, Mary, first countess of Belvedere, listlessly walking in the
[Wandering Rocks] [10621] Don John Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. He was
[Wandering Rocks] [10622] humane and honoured there. He bore in mind secrets confessed and he
[Wandering Rocks] [10623] smiled at smiling noble faces in a beeswaxed drawingroom, ceiled with full
[Wandering Rocks] [10636] of Clongowes field. He walked there, reading in the evening, and heard the
[Wandering Rocks] [10637] cries of the boys' lines at their play, young cries in the quiet evening.
[Wandering Rocks] [10645] Father Conmee read in secret PATER and AVE and crossed his breast.
[Wandering Rocks] [10646] DEUS IN ADIUTORIUM.
[Wandering Rocks] [10653] a young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. The young man
[Wandering Rocks] [10666] drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. He pulled himself
[Wandering Rocks] [10687] while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a
[Wandering Rocks] [10701] Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he growled
[Wandering Rocks] [10712] in the warehouse with a visitor.
[Wandering Rocks] [10726] He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head
[Wandering Rocks] [10746] Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming
[Wandering Rocks] [10749] --Did you put in the books? Boody asked.
[Wandering Rocks] [10769] --What's in the pot? she asked.
[Wandering Rocks] [10777] Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked:
[Wandering Rocks] [10779] --And what's in this?
[Wandering Rocks] [10781] A heavy fume gushed in answer.
[Wandering Rocks] [10807] --Our father who art not in heaven.
[Wandering Rocks] [10809] Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed:
[Wandering Rocks] [10821] The blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling
[Wandering Rocks] [10822] fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper
[Wandering Rocks] [10825] --Put these in first, will you? he said.
[Wandering Rocks] [10834] Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the
[Wandering Rocks] [10849] --Certainly, sir. Is it in the city?
[Wandering Rocks] [10863] Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket.
[Wandering Rocks] [10881] Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse with more favour, the stalk of the
[Wandering Rocks] [10904] --SACRIFIZIO INCRUENTO, Stephen said smiling, swaying his ashplant in slow
[Wandering Rocks] [10920] --ECCOLO, Almidano Artifoni said in friendly haste. VENGA A TROVARMI E CI
[Wandering Rocks] [10929] trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. In vain he trotted,
[Wandering Rocks] [10930] signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling
[Wandering Rocks] [10937] Miss Dunne hid the Capel street library copy of THE WOMAN IN WHITE
[Wandering Rocks] [10938] far back in her drawer and rolled a sheet of gaudy notepaper into her
[Wandering Rocks] [10941] Too much mystery business in it. Is he in love with that one, Marion?
[Wandering Rocks] [10974] --Mr Boylan! Hello! That gentleman from SPORT was in looking for you.
[Wandering Rocks] [10975] Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he'll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes,
[Wandering Rocks] [10982] Two pink faces turned in the flare of the tiny torch.
[Wandering Rocks] [10988] --Hello, Jack, is that yourself? Ned Lambert said, raising in salute his
[Wandering Rocks] [10991] The vesta in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long soft
[Wandering Rocks] [10995] --How interesting! a refined accent said in the gloom.
[Wandering Rocks] [10997] --Yes, sir, Ned Lambert said heartily. We are standing in the historic
[Wandering Rocks] [10999] himself a rebel in 1534. This is the most historic spot in all Dublin.
[Wandering Rocks] [11003] in Adelaide road. You were never here before, Jack, were you?
[Wandering Rocks] [11008] memory serves me. The mansion of the Kildares was in Thomas court.
[Wandering Rocks] [11019] In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled
[Wandering Rocks] [11027] --You're welcome, sir, Ned Lambert said. Drop in whenever you like. Next
[Wandering Rocks] [11039] He stood to read the card in his hand.
[Wandering Rocks] [11043] Fitzgeralds he told me. He's well up in history, faith.
[Wandering Rocks] [11050] Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the air.
[Wandering Rocks] [11091] --See? he said. Say it's turn six. In here, see. Turn Now On.
[Wandering Rocks] [11103] --See? he said. See now the last one I put in is over here: Turns Over.
[Wandering Rocks] [11108] --Smart idea, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. So a fellow coming in late can
[Wandering Rocks] [11113] He slid in a disk for himself: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop:
[Wandering Rocks] [11116] --I'll see him now in the Ormond, Lenehan said, and sound him. One good
[Wandering Rocks] [11142] like a bloody gaspipe and there was the poor devil stuck down in it, half
[Wandering Rocks] [11163] While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with
[Wandering Rocks] [11165] easy get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the dark.
[Wandering Rocks] [11170] --Even money, Lenehan said returning. I knocked against Bantam Lyons in
[Wandering Rocks] [11184] bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. There were
[Wandering Rocks] [11185] fine plates in it worth double the money, the stars and the moon and
[Wandering Rocks] [11190] --I'll tell you a damn good one about comets' tails, he said. Come over in
[Wandering Rocks] [11204] --I know, M'Coy broke in. My missus sang there once.
[Wandering Rocks] [11211] He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.
[Wandering Rocks] [11239] His hands moulded ample curves of air. He shut his eyes tight in
[Wandering Rocks] [11244] in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the jarvey: the great bear and
[Wandering Rocks] [11246] lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At last she
[Wandering Rocks] [11259] hindhead rapidly. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M'Coy.
[Wandering Rocks] [11271] infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered
[Wandering Rocks] [11301] He read the other title: SWEETS OF SIN. More in her line. Let us see.
[Wandering Rocks] [11331] chancery, king's bench, exchequer and common pleas, having heard in the
[Wandering Rocks] [11332] lord chancellor's court the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the admiralty
[Wandering Rocks] [11334] versus the owners of the barque Mona, in the court of appeal reservation
[Wandering Rocks] [11335] of judgment in the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident and Guarantee
[Wandering Rocks] [11359] twice again and viewed himself in the chalked mirror of the cabinet.
[Wandering Rocks] [11398] --Where would I get money? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin
[Wandering Rocks] [11401] --You got some, Dilly said, looking in his eyes.
[Wandering Rocks] [11403] --How do you know that? Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.
[Wandering Rocks] [11408] --I know you did, Dilly answered. Were you in the Scotch house now?
[Wandering Rocks] [11457] --I will, he said gravely. I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell
[Wandering Rocks] [11465] He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.
[Wandering Rocks] [11487] Crimmins? First rate, sir. I was afraid you might be up in your other
[Wandering Rocks] [11488] establishment in Pimlico. How are things going? Just keeping alive.
[Wandering Rocks] [11532] Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. High colour, of course.
[Wandering Rocks] [11536] it. No. The windscreen of that motorcar in the sun there. Just a flash
[Wandering Rocks] [11540] drop of gin, that was. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his
[Wandering Rocks] [11545] in her noddy.
[Wandering Rocks] [11550] Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan's? Or no, there was a midnight
[Wandering Rocks] [11551] burial in Glasnevin. Corpse brought in through a secret door in the wall.
[Wandering Rocks] [11552] Dignam is there now. Went out in a puff. Well, well. Better turn down
[Wandering Rocks] [11561] Denis Breen with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John Henry
[Wandering Rocks] [11569] in a kind of retrospective arrangement. Gaming at Daly's. No cardsharping
[Wandering Rocks] [11578] the wrong side. They rose in dark and evil days. Fine poem that is:
[Wandering Rocks] [11586] A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders leaping,
[Wandering Rocks] [11587] leaping in their, in their saddles. Frockcoats. Cream sunshades.
[Wandering Rocks] [11604] Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights
[Wandering Rocks] [11605] shining in the darkness. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their
[Wandering Rocks] [11608] She dances in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. A sailorman,
[Wandering Rocks] [11623] with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.
[Wandering Rocks] [11629] Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me
[Wandering Rocks] [11637] shoulderblade. In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing
[Wandering Rocks] [11639] roped prizering. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently
[Wandering Rocks] [11738] He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in
[Wandering Rocks] [11749] the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards them at an
[Wandering Rocks] [11765] threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw.
[Wandering Rocks] [11770] --They were made for a man in his health, Ben, anyhow.
[Wandering Rocks] [11799] his joyful fingers in the air.
[Wandering Rocks] [11804] Henry Menton casually in the Bodega just now and it will cost me a fall
[Wandering Rocks] [11823] in the country somewhere. But are you sure of that?
[Wandering Rocks] [11877] --I'll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted, elegantly.
[Wandering Rocks] [11885] Outside LA MAISON CLAIRE Blazes Boylan waylaid Jack Mooney's brother-in-
[Wandering Rocks] [11889] elbow of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit, who walked
[Wandering Rocks] [11896] empty castle car fronted them at rest in Essex gate. Martin Cunningham,
[Wandering Rocks] [11917] know, to keep order in the council chamber. And old Barlow the macebearer
[Wandering Rocks] [11918] laid up with asthma, no mace on the table, nothing in order, no quorum
[Wandering Rocks] [11919] even, and Hutchinson, the lord mayor, in Llandudno and little Lorcan
[Wandering Rocks] [11937] passed in and up the stairs.
[Wandering Rocks] [11942] With John Wyse Nolan Mr Power followed them in.
[Wandering Rocks] [11945] John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning in the mirror.
[Wandering Rocks] [11958] harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. Gaily they went past
[Wandering Rocks] [11959] before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly. In saddles of the leaders,
[Wandering Rocks] [11974] --Parnell's brother. There in the corner.
[Wandering Rocks] [11979] --Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.
[Wandering Rocks] [12031] --He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, amid
[Wandering Rocks] [12037] cream. Buck Mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter
[Wandering Rocks] [12041] in ten years.
[Wandering Rocks] [12072] duke's lawn. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun. With ratsteeth
[Wandering Rocks] [12094] blooming dull sitting in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley and
[Wandering Rocks] [12101] milliner, stopped him. He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to
[Wandering Rocks] [12108] left turned as he turned. That's me in mourning. When is it? May the
[Wandering Rocks] [12112] charming soubrette, beside the two puckers. One of them mots that do be in
[Wandering Rocks] [12117] going for strength was Fitzsimons. One puck in the wind from that fellow
[Wandering Rocks] [12122] In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff's mouth
[Wandering Rocks] [12132] stay away till Monday. He met other schoolboys. Do they notice I'm in
[Wandering Rocks] [12134] they'll all see it in the paper and read