Ulysses by James Joyce

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Wandering Rocks
Oxen of the Sun

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[Telemachus] [18] awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent
[Telemachus] [21] on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling
[Telemachus] [36] He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused
[Telemachus] [45] about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and
[Telemachus] [46] sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A
[Telemachus] [49] --The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!
[Telemachus] [53] halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he
[Telemachus] [104] --Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.
[Telemachus] [123] down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of
[Telemachus] [137] you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to think of
[Telemachus] [145] mummer of them all!
[Telemachus] [150] his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coat-sleeve.
[Telemachus] [151] Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in
[Telemachus] [153] loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her
[Telemachus] [154] breath, that had bent upon him, mute, reproachful, a faint odour of
[Telemachus] [156] great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him. The ring of bay and
[Telemachus] [157] skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china had stood
[Telemachus] [159] from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.
[Telemachus] [170] --The mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God
[Telemachus] [181] He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the
[Telemachus] [189] paralysis of the insane!
[Telemachus] [193] the edges of his white glittering teeth. Laughter seized all his strong
[Telemachus] [200] for me? This dogsbody to rid of vermin. It asks me too.
[Telemachus] [202] --I pinched it out of the skivvy's room, Buck Mulligan said. It does her
[Telemachus] [208] --The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If
[Telemachus] [213] --It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.
[Telemachus] [220] knows you have more spirit than any of them.
[Telemachus] [222] Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The
[Telemachus] [225] --Cracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that to the oxy chap downstairs
[Telemachus] [233] --And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one
[Telemachus] [239] Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. Palefaces:
[Telemachus] [242] ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the
[Telemachus] [243] table, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the
[Telemachus] [249] the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.
[Telemachus] [259] They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the
[Telemachus] [260] water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm quietly.
[Telemachus] [267] fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of
[Telemachus] [278] sensations. Why? What happened in the name of God?
[Telemachus] [281] more hot water. Your mother and some visitor came out of the drawingroom.
[Telemachus] [307] offend the memory of your mother.
[Telemachus] [312] --I am not thinking of the offence to my mother.
[Telemachus] [314] --Of what then? Buck Mulligan asked.
[Telemachus] [316] --Of the offence to me, Stephen answered.
[Telemachus] [325] the fever of his cheeks.
[Telemachus] [338] His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level
[Telemachus] [344] His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of the
[Telemachus] [354] stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of
[Telemachus] [355] water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the
[Telemachus] [361] deeper green. It lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters. Fergus' song:
[Telemachus] [370] gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. A birdcage hung in the sunny
[Telemachus] [371] window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce sing in the
[Telemachus] [372] pantomime of TURKO THE TERRIBLE and laughed with others when he sang:
[Telemachus] [386] Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset his
[Telemachus] [387] brooding brain. Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had
[Telemachus] [390] fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children's
[Telemachus] [394] loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath,
[Telemachus] [395] bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes.
[Telemachus] [397] Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me
[Telemachus] [403] Ghoul! Chewer of corpses!
[Telemachus] [423] --I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch
[Telemachus] [435] He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of
[Telemachus] [452] smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck. So
[Telemachus] [453] I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and yet
[Telemachus] [454] the same. A servant too. A server of a servant.
[Telemachus] [456] In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan's gowned form
[Telemachus] [458] yellow glow. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor
[Telemachus] [459] from the high barbacans: and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of
[Telemachus] [460] coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning.
[Telemachus] [490] Stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler from
[Telemachus] [493] --What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.
[Telemachus] [505] --The blessings of God on you! Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from his
[Telemachus] [532] He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled
[Telemachus] [536] of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of
[Telemachus] [537] Dundrum. Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.
[Telemachus] [542] --Can you recall, brother, is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken of
[Telemachus] [549] --I fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the
[Telemachus] [550] Mabinogion. Mother Grogan was, one imagines, a kinswoman of Mary Ann.
[Telemachus] [582] --The islanders, Mulligan said to Haines casually, speak frequently of
[Telemachus] [583] the collector of prepuces.
[Telemachus] [592] messenger. She praised the goodness of the milk, pouring it out.
[Telemachus] [595] about her whom they knew, dewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine and poor old
[Telemachus] [596] woman, names given her in old times. A wandering crone, lowly form of an
[Telemachus] [608] loudly, we wouldn't have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten
[Telemachus] [621] of her but her woman's unclean loins, of man's flesh made not in God's
[Telemachus] [633] --I thought it was Irish, she said, by the sound of it. Are you from the
[Telemachus] [647] --No, thank you, sir, the old woman said, slipping the ring of the
[Telemachus] [667] Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick
[Telemachus] [675] --Ask nothing more of me, sweet. All I can give you I give.
[Telemachus] [687] --HEART OF MY HEART, WERE IT MORE,
[Telemachus] [708] --The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month.
[Telemachus] [711] trickle over a slice of the loaf.
[Telemachus] [714] loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke:
[Telemachus] [716] --I intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.
[Telemachus] [718] Speaking to me. They wash and tub and scrub. Agenbite of inwit.
[Telemachus] [721] --That one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol
[Telemachus] [722] of Irish art is deuced good.
[Telemachus] [725] of tone:
[Telemachus] [730] thinking of it when that poor old creature came in.
[Telemachus] [734] Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of the
[Telemachus] [760] us get out of the kip.
[Telemachus] [762] He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown, saying
[Telemachus] [765] --Mulligan is stripped of his garments.
[Telemachus] [776] contradict myself. Mercurial Malachi. A limp black missile flew out of
[Telemachus] [796] At the foot of the ladder Buck Mulligan asked:
[Telemachus] [803] bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.
[Telemachus] [813] --To the secretary of state for war, Stephen added over his shoulder.
[Telemachus] [822] --What is your idea of Hamlet? Haines asked Stephen.
[Telemachus] [828] He turned to Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his
[Telemachus] [837] --Pooh! Buck Mulligan said. We have grown out of Wilde and paradoxes.
[Telemachus] [839] Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own
[Telemachus] [847] --O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!
[Telemachus] [854] --The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said.
[Telemachus] [857] and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore. THAT BEETLES O'ER
[Telemachus] [868] smokeplume of the mailboat vague on the bright skyline and a sail tacking
[Telemachus] [871] --I read a theological interpretation of it somewhere, he said bemused.
[Telemachus] [878] doll's head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and began
[Telemachus] [888] He held up a forefinger of warning.
[Telemachus] [898] to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like fins or
[Telemachus] [899] wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted:
[Telemachus] [916] believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of
[Telemachus] [919] --The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered.
[Telemachus] [926] narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a
[Telemachus] [929] --There's only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said.
[Telemachus] [939] towards Stephen in the shell of his hands.
[Telemachus] [941] --Yes, of course, he said, as they went on again. Either you believe or
[Telemachus] [942] you don't, isn't it? Personally I couldn't stomach that idea of a
[Telemachus] [946] example of free thought.
[Telemachus] [963] --I am a servant of two masters, Stephen said, an English and an Italian.
[Telemachus] [976] Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke.
[Telemachus] [982] The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph of
[Telemachus] [984] the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts,
[Telemachus] [985] a chemistry of stars. Symbol of the apostles in the mass for pope
[Telemachus] [987] behind their chant the vigilant angel of the church militant disarmed and
[Telemachus] [988] menaced her heresiarchs. A horde of heresies fleeing with mitres awry:
[Telemachus] [989] Photius and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and Arius,
[Telemachus] [990] warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the Son with the
[Telemachus] [995] menace, a disarming and a worsting from those embattled angels of the
[Telemachus] [996] church, Michael's host, who defend her ever in the hour of conflict with
[Telemachus] [1001] --Of course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, and I feel as one. I
[Telemachus] [1002] don't want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews either.
[Telemachus] [1005] Two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman, boatman.
[Telemachus] [1009] The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.
[Telemachus] [1020] young man clinging to a spur of rock near him, moved slowly frogwise his
[Telemachus] [1021] green legs in the deep jelly of the water.
[Telemachus] [1033] the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones, water
[Telemachus] [1034] glistening on his pate and on its garland of grey hair, water rilling
[Telemachus] [1035] over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black sagging
[Telemachus] [1042] --Seymour's back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur of
[Telemachus] [1070] He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his
[Telemachus] [1078] middle of the creek in two long clean strokes. Haines sat down on a
[Telemachus] [1107] Horn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon.
[Nestor] [1146] Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as
[Nestor] [1147] memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of
[Nestor] [1148] excess. I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling
[Nestor] [1158] That phrase the world had remembered. A dull ease of the mind. From a
[Nestor] [1162] --You, Armstrong, Stephen said. What was the end of Pyrrhus?
[Nestor] [1164] --End of Pyrrhus, sir?
[Nestor] [1170] A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. He curled them
[Nestor] [1172] the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy's breath. Welloff people, proud
[Nestor] [1179] loudly, aware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas pay.
[Nestor] [1184] --A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of a
[Nestor] [1200] drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A
[Nestor] [1201] jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a
[Nestor] [1208] them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite
[Nestor] [1211] Weave, weaver of the wind.
[Nestor] [1227] A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of
[Nestor] [1228] his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text:
[Nestor] [1236] It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible.
[Nestor] [1238] out into the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he
[Nestor] [1239] had read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night. By his elbow a
[Nestor] [1240] delicate Siamese conned a handbook of strategy. Fed and feeding brains
[Nestor] [1242] my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of
[Nestor] [1243] brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of
[Nestor] [1245] soul is the form of forms. Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent: form of
[Nestor] [1260] having just remembered. Of him that walked the waves. Here also over
[Nestor] [1262] and on mine. It lies upon their eager faces who offered him a coin of the
[Nestor] [1318] He stood up and gave a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries
[Nestor] [1325] They broke asunder, sidling out of their benches, leaping them.
[Nestor] [1326] Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks
[Nestor] [1327] and clamour of their boots and tongues.
[Nestor] [1330] open copybook. His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of
[Nestor] [1332] On his cheek, dull and bloodless, a soft stain of ink lay, dateshaped,
[Nestor] [1342] Stephen touched the edges of the book. Futility.
[Nestor] [1353] Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink, a snail's
[Nestor] [1355] But for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot, a
[Nestor] [1359] more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire, an odour of
[Nestor] [1362] and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur,
[Nestor] [1369] lumberroom: the hollow knock of a ball and calls from the field.
[Nestor] [1372] of their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes. Give hands,
[Nestor] [1373] traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the Moors. Gone too from
[Nestor] [1375] movement, flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the
[Nestor] [1384] word of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a faint hue
[Nestor] [1385] of shame flickering behind his dull skin. AMOR MATRIS: subjective and
[Nestor] [1387] and hid from sight of others his swaddling bands.
[Nestor] [1392] sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their
[Nestor] [1401] He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
[Nestor] [1417] and Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet.
[Nestor] [1434] closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed
[Nestor] [1437] Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded
[Nestor] [1438] leather of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here. As
[Nestor] [1439] it was in the beginning, is now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart
[Nestor] [1440] coins, base treasure of a bog: and ever shall be. And snug in their
[Nestor] [1441] spooncase of purple plush, faded, the twelve apostles having preached to
[Nestor] [1449] He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It
[Nestor] [1450] slapped open and he took from it two notes, one of joined halves, and laid
[Nestor] [1458] this, the scallop of saint James. An old pilgrim's hoard, dead treasure,
[Nestor] [1461] A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the soft pile of the tablecloth.
[Nestor] [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] [1481] and lose it. You just buy one of these machines. You'll find them very
[Nestor] [1502] but an Englishman too. Do you know what is the pride of the English? Do
[Nestor] [1522] Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one pair brogues, ties.
[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] [1544] union twenty years before O'Connell did or before the prelates of your
[Nestor] [1547] Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in
[Nestor] [1548] Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarse, masked and
[Nestor] [1561] and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do so.
[Nestor] [1573] with some of your literary friends. I have a letter here for the press.
[Nestor] [1577] read off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter.
[Nestor] [1579] --Sit down. Excuse me, he said over his shoulder, THE DICTATES OF COMMON
[Nestor] [1583] elbow and, muttering, began to prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard
[Nestor] [1587] Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their
[Nestor] [1588] meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulse, the duke of
[Nestor] [1589] Westminster's Shotover, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, PRIX DE PARIS,
[Nestor] [1590] 1866. Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their speeds,
[Nestor] [1591] backing king's colours, and shouted with the shouts of vanished crowds.
[Nestor] [1593] --Full stop, Mr Deasy bade his keys. But prompt ventilation of this
[Nestor] [1597] the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and
[Nestor] [1598] reek of the canteen, over the motley slush. Fair Rebel! Fair Rebel! Even
[Nestor] [1601] meatfaced woman, a butcher's dame, nuzzling thirstily her clove of orange.
[Nestor] [1606] medley, the joust of life. You mean that knockkneed mother's darling who
[Nestor] [1608] shock. Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the frozen deathspew of the
[Nestor] [1609] slain, a shout of spearspikes baited with men's bloodied guts.
[Nestor] [1619] May I trespass on your valuable space. That doctrine of LAISSEZ FAIRE
[Nestor] [1620] which so often in our history. Our cattle trade. The way of all our old
[Nestor] [1622] European conflagration. Grain supplies through the narrow waters of the
[Nestor] [1623] channel. The pluterperfect imperturbability of the department of
[Nestor] [1630] virus. Percentage of salted horses. Rinderpest. Emperor's horses at
[Nestor] [1632] Courteous offer a fair trial. Dictates of common sense. Allimportant
[Nestor] [1633] question. In every sense of the word take the bull by the horns. Thanking
[Nestor] [1634] you for the hospitality of your columns.
[Nestor] [1646] --Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the
[Nestor] [1648] signs of a nation's decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation's
[Nestor] [1650] standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction.
[Nestor] [1673] On the steps of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting
[Nestor] [1674] prices on their gemmed fingers. Gabble of geese. They swarmed loud,
[Nestor] [1680] roadside: plundered and passing on. Their eyes knew their years of
[Nestor] [1681] wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their flesh.
[Nestor] [1695] --The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human
[Nestor] [1696] history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.
[Nestor] [1708] Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose
[Nestor] [1713] better than she should be, Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten years
[Nestor] [1715] to our shore here, MacMurrough's wife and her leman, O'Rourke, prince of
[Nestor] [1717] not the one sin. I am a struggler now at the end of my days. But I will
[Nestor] [1755] M.P. There is a meeting of the cattletraders' association today at the
[Nestor] [1773] trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield.
[Nestor] [1788] --I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the honour of
[Nestor] [1798] A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a
[Nestor] [1799] rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his
[Nestor] [1803] stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That's why.
[Nestor] [1805] On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung
[Proteus] [1812] Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought
[Proteus] [1813] through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and
[Proteus] [1815] coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he
[Proteus] [1816] was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his
[Proteus] [1818] DI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane,
[Proteus] [1824] very short space of time through very short times of space. Five, six: the
[Proteus] [1825] NACHEINANDER. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the
[Proteus] [1829] My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, NEBENEINANDER.
[Proteus] [1830] Sounds solid: made by the mallet of LOS DEMIURGOS. Am I walking into
[Proteus] [1839] Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs
[Proteus] [1854] MacCabe, relict of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply lamented, of Bride
[Proteus] [1855] Street. One of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Creation from
[Proteus] [1857] hushed in ruddy wool. The cords of all link back, strandentwining cable of
[Proteus] [1862] Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. She had
[Proteus] [1863] no navel. Gaze. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a buckler of taut
[Proteus] [1865] everlasting to everlasting. Womb of sin.
[Proteus] [1875] beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower of a
[Proteus] [1880] of Mananaan.
[Proteus] [1888] consubstantial father's voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother
[Proteus] [1898] I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage: and wait. They take
[Proteus] [1899] me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.
[Proteus] [1910] the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the
[Proteus] [1915] He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the
[Proteus] [1916] eyes of master Goff and master Shapland Tandy, filing consents and
[Proteus] [1917] common searches and a writ of DUCES TECUM. A bogoak frame over his bald
[Proteus] [1918] head: Wilde's REQUIESCAT. The drone of his misleading whistle brings
[Proteus] [1927] Papa's little bedpal. Lump of love.
[Proteus] [1942] Would you like a bite of something? None of your damned lawdeedaw airs
[Proteus] [1943] here. The rich of a rasher fried with a herring? Sure? So much the better.
[Proteus] [1948] He drones bars of Ferrando's ARIA DI SORTITA. The grandest number,
[Proteus] [1951] His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the air,
[Proteus] [1956] Houses of decay, mine, his and all. You told the Clongowes gentry
[Proteus] [1957] you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of
[Proteus] [1958] them, Stephen. Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh's
[Proteus] [1959] library where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. For
[Proteus] [1960] whom? The hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close. A hater of his
[Proteus] [1961] kind ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the
[Proteus] [1965] CALVE, UT NE AMPLIUS DECALVERIS. A garland of grey hair on his comminated
[Proteus] [1968] and echo, assisting about the altar's horns, the snorted Latin of
[Proteus] [1970] with the fat of kidneys of wheat.
[Proteus] [1975] cheek. Dringdring! Down, up, forward, back. Dan Occam thought of that,
[Proteus] [1981] Cousin Stephen, you will never be a saint. Isle of saints. You were
[Proteus] [1986] squaw. More tell me, more still!! On the top of the Howth tram alone
[Proteus] [1991] Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? I was
[Proteus] [1997] deep, copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the
[Proteus] [2000] a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels
[Proteus] [2007] sewage breath, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden
[Proteus] [2008] of man's ashes. He coasted them, walking warily. A porterbottle stood up,
[Proteus] [2009] stogged to its waist, in the cakey sand dough. A sentinel: isle of
[Proteus] [2010] dreadful thirst. Broken hoops on the shore; at the land a maze of dark
[Proteus] [2012] a dryingline with two crucified shirts. Ringsend: wigwams of brown
[Proteus] [2024] MacMahon. Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris. My father's a bird,
[Proteus] [2026] Lap, LAPIN. He hopes to win in the GROS LOTS. About the nature of women he
[Proteus] [2040] want puce gloves. You were a student, weren't you? Of what in the other
[Proteus] [2042] NATURELLES. Aha. Eating your groatsworth of MOU EN CIVET, fleshpots of
[Proteus] [2046] Justice. On the night of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was
[Proteus] [2052] of the post office slammed in your face by the usher. Hunger toothache.
[Proteus] [2064] five tattered numbers of PANTALON BLANC ET CULOTTE ROUGE; a blue
[Proteus] [2079] along by the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled
[Proteus] [2083] Paris rawly waking, crude sunlight on her lemon streets. Moist pith of
[Proteus] [2084] farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court the air.
[Proteus] [2085] Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife's lover's wife, the kerchiefed
[Proteus] [2086] housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand. In Rodot's Yvonne
[Proteus] [2088] CHAUSSONS of pastry, their mouths yellowed with the PUS of FLAN BRETON.
[Proteus] [2089] Faces of Paris men go by, their wellpleased pleasers, curled
[Proteus] [2095] SETIER! A jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron. She serves me at
[Proteus] [2100] postprandial. Well: SLAINTE! Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined
[Proteus] [2102] plates, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips. Of Ireland, the
[Proteus] [2103] Dalcassians, of hopes, conspiracies, of Arthur Griffith now, A E,
[Proteus] [2104] pimander, good shepherd of men. To yoke me as his yokefellow, our crimes
[Proteus] [2119] facebones under his peep of day boy's hat. How the head centre got away,
[Proteus] [2121] drove out the road to Malahide. Did, faith. Of lost leaders, the betrayed,
[Proteus] [2126] he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the walls
[Proteus] [2127] of Clerkenwell and, crouching, saw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward
[Proteus] [2129] Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Making his day's stations, the
[Proteus] [2131] night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the
[Proteus] [2136] job one time. MON FILS, soldier of France. I taught him to sing THE BOYS
[Proteus] [2137] OF KILKENNY ARE STOUT ROARING BLADES. Know that old lay? I taught Patrice
[Proteus] [2142] O, O THE BOYS OF
[Proteus] [2149] He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his
[Proteus] [2150] boots. The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air
[Proteus] [2151] of seeds of brightness. Here, I am not walking out to the Kish lightship,
[Proteus] [2156] new sockets. The cold domed room of the tower waits. Through the
[Proteus] [2157] barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are
[Proteus] [2159] blue night. In the darkness of the dome they wait, their pushedback
[Proteus] [2160] chairs, my obelisk valise, around a board of abandoned platters. Who to
[Proteus] [2162] A shut door of a silent tower, entombing their--blind bodies, the
[Proteus] [2164] the suck and turned back by the mole of boulders. Take all, keep all. My
[Proteus] [2165] soul walks with me, form of forms. So in the moon's midwatches I pace the
[Proteus] [2171] sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant
[Proteus] [2174] A bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Before him the
[Proteus] [2175] gunwale of a boat, sunk in sand. UN COCHE ENSABLE Louis Veuillot called
[Proteus] [2177] here. And these, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a warren of weasel rats.
[Proteus] [2178] Hide gold there. Try it. You have some. Sands and stones. Heavy of the
[Proteus] [2183] A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the sweep of sand.
[Proteus] [2185] master of others or their slave. I have my stick. Sit tight. From farther
[Proteus] [2190] Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their
[Proteus] [2192] of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of
[Proteus] [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] [2201] The dog's bark ran towards him, stopped, ran back. Dog of my
[Proteus] [2204] pining, the bark of their applause? Pretenders: live their lives. The
[Proteus] [2206] false scion, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder of a day, and
[Proteus] [2207] Lambert Simnel, with a tail of nans and sutlers, a scullion crowned. All
[Proteus] [2208] kings' sons. Paradise of pretenders then and now. He saved men from
[Proteus] [2210] Guido in Or san Michele were in their own house. House of ... We don't
[Proteus] [2211] want any of your medieval abstrusiosities. Would you do what he did? A
[Proteus] [2218] sheeting the lows of sand quickly, shellcocoacoloured? If I had land under
[Proteus] [2220] His human eyes scream to me out of horror of his death. I ... With him
[Proteus] [2225] Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand, trotting, sniffing
[Proteus] [2227] off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a
[Proteus] [2230] tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. At the lacefringe of the tide
[Proteus] [2232] barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. They serpented towards his
[Proteus] [2240] they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from
[Proteus] [2241] his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a
[Proteus] [2248] --Tatters! Out of that, you mongrel!
[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] [2255] quick short at an unsmelt rock. The simple pleasures of the poor. His
[Proteus] [2259] again with a fury of his claws, soon ceasing, a pard, a panther, got in
[Proteus] [2263] hallway. Street of harlots. Remember. Haroun al Raschid. I am almosting
[Proteus] [2269] feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick
[Proteus] [2275] have mired. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of
[Proteus] [2295] am not. Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun's flaming
[Proteus] [2299] a winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon. In sleep the wet sign
[Proteus] [2300] calls her hour, bids her rise. Bridebed, childbed, bed of death,
[Proteus] [2307] No. Must be two of em. Glue em well. Mouth to her mouth's kiss.
[Proteus] [2309] His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air: mouth to her
[Proteus] [2311] unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring
[Proteus] [2314] Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and
[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] [2324] Endless, would it be mine, form of my form? Who watches me here? Who ever
[Proteus] [2326] to someone in your flutiest voice. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil
[Proteus] [2327] of the temple out of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems
[Proteus] [2337] of the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she? The virgin
[Proteus] [2338] at Hodges Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet
[Proteus] [2340] the braided jesse of her sunshade. She lives in Leeson park with
[Proteus] [2341] a grief and kickshaws, a lady of letters. Talk that to someone else,
[Proteus] [2342] Stevie: a pickmeup. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders
[Proteus] [2362] NEBENEINANDER. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's
[Proteus] [2370] greengoldenly lagoons of sand, rising, flowing. My ashplant will float
[Proteus] [2373] fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Vehement breath of
[Proteus] [2374] waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. In cups of rocks it slops:
[Proteus] [2382] they sigh. Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and waves, waiting,
[Proteus] [2383] awaiting the fullness of their times, DIEBUS AC NOCTIBUS INIURIAS PATIENS
[Proteus] [2385] wending back: loom of the moon. Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious
[Proteus] [2386] men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a toil of waters.
[Proteus] [2390] drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. A corpse rising
[Proteus] [2395] Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. A quiver of minnows, fat of a
[Proteus] [2396] spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly. God
[Proteus] [2400] stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun.
[Proteus] [2402] A seachange this, brown eyes saltblue. Seadeath, mildest of all deaths
[Proteus] [2403] known to man. Old Father Ocean. PRIX DE PARIS: beware of imitations. Just
[Proteus] [2407] Thunderstorm. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect,
[Proteus] [2411] He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still.
[Proteus] [2413] By the way next when is it Tuesday will be the longest day. Of all the
[Proteus] [2425] He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock,
[Proteus] [2431] the air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the
[Calypso] [2438] Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He
[Calypso] [2440] liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he
[Calypso] [2441] liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of
[Calypso] [2446] kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel
[Calypso] [2451] Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. She didn't like
[Calypso] [2454] spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry. The cat walked stiffly
[Calypso] [2455] round a leg of the table with tail on high.
[Calypso] [2461] The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the
[Calypso] [2466] the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail,
[Calypso] [2476] look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.
[Calypso] [2478] --Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the
[Calypso] [2485] She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and
[Calypso] [2496] kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.
[Calypso] [2500] mutton kidney at Buckley's. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better
[Calypso] [2523] she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled. Must
[Calypso] [2526] Ah yes! of course. Bought it at the governor's auction. Got a short
[Calypso] [2528] was. I rose from the ranks, sir, and I'm proud of it. Still he had brains
[Calypso] [2533] pictures. Daresay lots of officers are in the swim too. Course they do.
[Calypso] [2534] The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high
[Calypso] [2535] grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip of
[Calypso] [2545] He crossed to the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number
[Calypso] [2546] seventyfive. The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. Be a
[Calypso] [2549] that light suit. Make a picnic of it. His eyelids sank quietly often as
[Calypso] [2553] dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep
[Calypso] [2556] Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning on a long kind of a spear. Wander
[Calypso] [2557] through awned streets. Turbaned faces going by. Dark caves of carpet
[Calypso] [2559] pipe. Cries of sellers in the streets. Drink water scented with fennel,
[Calypso] [2561] him. Getting on to sundown. The shadows of the mosques among the pillars:
[Calypso] [2562] priest with a scroll rolled up. A shiver of the trees, signal, the
[Calypso] [2565] beyond strings twanged. Night sky, moon, violet, colour of Molly's new
[Calypso] [2566] garters. Strings. Listen. A girl playing one of those instruments what do
[Calypso] [2569] Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read: in the track
[Calypso] [2570] of the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiled, pleasing himself. What
[Calypso] [2573] of Ireland. He prolonged his pleased smile. Ikey touch that: homerule sun
[Calypso] [2577] flabby gush of porter. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out
[Calypso] [2578] whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Good house, however: just the end
[Calypso] [2579] of the city traffic. For instance M'Auley's down there: n. g. as
[Calypso] [2580] position. Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from
[Calypso] [2607] they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Then thin of the
[Calypso] [2615] of stuff. Say he got ten per cent off. O more. Fifteen. He passed Saint
[Calypso] [2621] He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the hanks of sausages,
[Calypso] [2625] breath of cooked spicy pigs' blood.
[Calypso] [2630] half of Denny's sausages. His eyes rested on her vigorous hips. Woods his
[Calypso] [2632] allowed. Strong pair of arms. Whacking a carpet on the clothesline. She
[Calypso] [2638] He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets: the model farm at
[Calypso] [2639] Kinnereth on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Can become ideal winter
[Calypso] [2644] in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in
[Calypso] [2666] too. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. The sting of
[Calypso] [2680] A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his gaze
[Calypso] [2692] construction. Orangegroves and immense melonfields north of Jaffa. You
[Calypso] [2693] pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives,
[Calypso] [2695] irrigation. Every year you get a sending of the crop. Your name entered
[Calypso] [2696] for life as owner in the book of the union. Can pay ten down and the
[Calypso] [2704] the taste of them now. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. Citrons
[Calypso] [2714] dungarees. There's whatdoyoucallhim out of. How do you? Doesn't see. Chap
[Calypso] [2715] you know just to salute bit of a bore. His back is like that Norwegian
[Calypso] [2724] raining down: the cities of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. All dead
[Calypso] [2730] woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.
[Calypso] [2737] now. Yes, I am here now. Morning mouth bad images. Got up wrong side of
[Calypso] [2742] the gentle smoke of tea, fume of the pan, sizzling butter. Be near her
[Calypso] [2765] He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her
[Calypso] [2787] linen: and lifted all in an armful on to the foot of the bed.
[Calypso] [2797] On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. He scalded and
[Calypso] [2798] rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the
[Calypso] [2801] of butter slide and melt. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed
[Calypso] [2814] wait: four. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Putting pieces of
[Calypso] [2842] bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. The warmth of
[Calypso] [2843] her couched body rose on the air, mingling with the fragrance of the tea
[Calypso] [2846] A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In the act
[Calypso] [2847] of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread.
[Calypso] [2864] She doubled a slice of bread into her mouth, asking:
[Calypso] [2870] Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled
[Calypso] [2882] lifted the valance. The book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the
[Calypso] [2888] She swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by nothandle and, having
[Calypso] [2903] means the transmigration of souls.
[Calypso] [2909] smudged pages. RUBY: THE PRIDE OF THE RING. Hello. Illustration. Fierce
[Calypso] [2910] Italian with carriagewhip. Must be Ruby pride of the on the floor naked.
[Calypso] [2914] we'll break our sides. Families of them. Bone them young so they
[Calypso] [2925] --Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Nice name he has.
[Calypso] [2934] all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or some other
[Calypso] [2939] her of the word: metempsychosis. An example would be better. An example?
[Calypso] [2941] The BATH OF THE NYMPH over the bed. Given away with the Easter number of
[Calypso] [2956] --There's a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the fire?
[Calypso] [2963] up in an angry jet from a side of the pan. By prodding a prong of the
[Calypso] [2968] Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He
[Calypso] [2971] to a turn. A mouthful of tea. Then he cut away dies of bread, sopped one
[Calypso] [2974] slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the gravy and
[Calypso] [2982] Iovely box of creams and am writing. They are lovely. I am getting on
[Calypso] [2983] swimming in the photo business now. Mr Coghlan took one of me and Mrs.
[Calypso] [2990] something are big swells and he sings Boylan's (I was on the pop of
[Calypso] [3001] Fifteen yesterday. Curious, fifteenth of the month too. Her first
[Calypso] [3004] woman. Lot of babies she must have helped into the world. She knew from
[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] [3012] piece of kidney. Twelve and six a week. Not much. Still, she might do
[Calypso] [3013] worse. Music hall stage. Young student. He drank a draught of cooler tea
[Calypso] [3017] happened. Of course it might. Wait in any case till it does. A wild piece
[Calypso] [3018] of goods. Her slim legs running up the staircase. Destiny. Ripening now.
[Calypso] [3034] jarvey off for the day, singing. Friend of the family. Swurls, he says.
[Calypso] [3043] Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her hair, smiling,
[Calypso] [3062] He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up,
[Calypso] [3063] undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him.
[Calypso] [3073] In the tabledrawer he found an old number of TITBITS. He folded it under
[Calypso] [3085] He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall. Make
[Calypso] [3087] the whole place over, scabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur. All soil
[Calypso] [3090] of all though are the cattle, especially when they are fed on those
[Calypso] [3091] oilcakes. Mulch of dung. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Dirty
[Calypso] [3107] He kicked open the crazy door of the jakes. Better be careful not to get
[Calypso] [3109] the low lintel. Leaving the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy limewash
[Calypso] [3117] Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. Payment at the rate of one guinea a
[Calypso] [3124] patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Hope it's not
[Calypso] [3126] tabloid of cascara sagrada. Life might be so. It did not move or touch
[Calypso] [3133] payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.
[Calypso] [3138] nether lip, hooking the placket of her skirt. Timing her. 9.l5. Did
[Calypso] [3141] speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot.
[Calypso] [3144] after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the
[Calypso] [3149] humming then. Allude to it. Strange kind of music that last night. The
[Calypso] [3160] the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom into the
[Calypso] [3164] black trousers: the ends, the knees, the houghs of the knees. What time
[Calypso] [3167] A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George's
[Lotus-Eaters] [3187] from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime street.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3188] By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal
[Lotus-Eaters] [3189] linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on
[Lotus-Eaters] [3191] if he smokes he won't grow. O let him! His life isn't such a bed of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3194] frowning face of Bethel. El, yes: house of: Aleph, Beth. And past
[Lotus-Eaters] [3202] In Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and Oriental
[Lotus-Eaters] [3203] Tea Company and read the legends of leadpapered packets: choice blend,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3208] Under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather
[Lotus-Eaters] [3210] into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3215] blend, made of the finest Ceylon brands. The far east. Lovely spot it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3216] must be: the garden of the world, big lazy leaves to float about on,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3219] doing a hand's turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3220] quarrel. Influence of the climate. Lethargy. Flowers of idleness. The air
[Lotus-Eaters] [3226] thick with salt. Because the weight of the water, no, the weight of the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3227] body in the water is equal to the weight of the what? Or is it the volume
[Lotus-Eaters] [3231] Thirtytwo feet per second per second. Law of falling bodies: per second
[Lotus-Eaters] [3232] per second. They all fall to the ground. The earth. It's the force of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3233] gravity of the earth is the weight.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3240] it means. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3248] poster with soldiers of all arms on parade: and held the tip of his baton
[Lotus-Eaters] [3273] He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right. Talk: as if
[Lotus-Eaters] [3275] felt its way under the flap of the envelope, ripping it open in jerks.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3276] Women will pay a lot of heed, I don't think. His fingers drew forth the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3280] M'Coy. Get rid of him quickly. Take me out of my way. Hate company when
[Lotus-Eaters] [3311] of the Grosvenor. The porter hoisted the valise up on the well. She stood
[Lotus-Eaters] [3313] pockets for change. Stylish kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for
[Lotus-Eaters] [3314] a day like this, looks like blanketcloth. Careless stand of her with her
[Lotus-Eaters] [3318] an honourable man. Possess her once take the starch out of her.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3320] --I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and what do
[Lotus-Eaters] [3327] perhaps. Talking of one thing or another. Lady's hand. Which side will
[Lotus-Eaters] [3344] He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a
[Lotus-Eaters] [3355] Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and
[Lotus-Eaters] [3358] display of. ESPRIT DE CORPS. Well, what are you gaping at?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3362] --One of the best, M'Coy said.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3365] gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat
[Lotus-Eaters] [3378] WITH IT AN ABODE OF BLISS.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3394] and fair man. Letter. Cat furry black ball. Torn strip of envelope.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3404] --It's a kind of a tour, don't you see, Mr Bloom said thoughtfully.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3433] Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of it from that
[Lotus-Eaters] [3452] papa! How he used to talk of Kate Bateman in that. Outside the Adelphi in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3459] Nathan's voice! His son's voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who left his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3460] father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of his
[Lotus-Eaters] [3461] father and left the God of his father.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3469] Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3470] hazard. No use thinking of it any more. Nosebag time. Wish I hadn't met
[Lotus-Eaters] [3473] He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing
[Lotus-Eaters] [3475] oaten reek of horsepiss. Their Eldorado. Poor jugginses! Damn all they
[Lotus-Eaters] [3478] Gelded too: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their
[Lotus-Eaters] [3485] He passed the cabman's shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies. All
[Lotus-Eaters] [3486] weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. VOGLIO E
[Lotus-Eaters] [3496] in the lee of the station wall. No-one. Meade's timberyard. Piled balks.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3501] them. Mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her. Open it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3516] what is the real meaning of that word? Are you not happy in your home you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3518] tell me what you think of poor me. I often think of the beautiful name you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3519] have. Dear Henry, when will we meet? I think of you so often you have no
[Lotus-Eaters] [3531] P. S. Do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use. I want to know.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3535] and placed it in his heart pocket. Language of flowers. They like it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3545] did she wrote it herself. Doing the indignant: a girl of good
[Lotus-Eaters] [3549] Narcotic. Go further next time. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3552] Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3553] Common pin, eh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3554] pinned together. Queer the number of pins they always have. No roses
[Lotus-Eaters] [3561] O, MARY LOST THE PIN OF HER DRAWERS.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3579] Nice kind of evening feeling. No more wandering about. Just loll there:
[Lotus-Eaters] [3582] fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of a well, stonecold like the hole in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3592] the same way. Simple bit of paper. Lord Iveagh once cashed a sevenfigure
[Lotus-Eaters] [3593] cheque for a million in the bank of Ireland. Shows you the money to be
[Lotus-Eaters] [3594] made out of porter. Still the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change
[Lotus-Eaters] [3597] eightpence a gallon of porter, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3598] One and four into twenty: fifteen about. Yes, exactly. Fifteen millions of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3599] barrels of porter.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3606] winding through mudflats all over the level land, a lazy pooling swirl of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3607] liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3609] He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Stepping into the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3616] conversion of Gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3619] heathen Chinee. Prefer an ounce of opium. Celestials. Rank heresy for
[Lotus-Eaters] [3622] of thorns and cross. Clever idea Saint Patrick the shamrock. Chopsticks?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3624] didn't work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of that Father
[Lotus-Eaters] [3632] The cold smell of sacred stone called him. He trod the worn steps,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3647] only swallow it down. Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse. Why the cannibals
[Lotus-Eaters] [3655] melt in their stomachs. Something like those mazzoth: it's that sort of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3657] happy. Lollipop. It does. Yes, bread of angels it's called. There's a big
[Lotus-Eaters] [3658] idea behind it, kind of kingdom of God is within you feel. First
[Lotus-Eaters] [3660] same in the theatre, all in the same swim. They do. I'm sure of that. Not
[Lotus-Eaters] [3662] steam. Thing is if you really believe in it. Lourdes cure, waters of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3665] of kingdom come. Lulls all pain. Wake this time next year.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3669] affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn't know what to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3680] thinking of. Denis Carey. And just imagine that. Wife and six children
[Lotus-Eaters] [3683] about them. They're not straight men of business either. O, no, she's
[Lotus-Eaters] [3691] (aromatic). Doesn't give them any of it: shew wine: only the other. Cold
[Lotus-Eaters] [3694] atmosphere of the. Quite right. Perfectly right that is.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3699] Gardiner street. Molly was in fine voice that day, the STABAT MATER of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3707] Some of that old sacred music splendid. Mercadante: seven last
[Lotus-Eaters] [3709] music, on art and statues and pictures of all kinds. Palestrina for
[Lotus-Eaters] [3713] thick. What kind of voice is it? Must be curious to hear after their own
[Lotus-Eaters] [3715] Kind of a placid. No worry. Fall into flesh, don't they? Gluttons, tall,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3716] long legs. Who knows? Eunuch. One way out of it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3721] at the gospel of course. Then all settled down on their knees again and he
[Lotus-Eaters] [3744] Masses for the repose of my soul to be said publicly with open doors.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3747] Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The doctors of the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3748] church: they mapped out the whole theology of it.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3752] --Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be our
[Lotus-Eaters] [3753] safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God restrain
[Lotus-Eaters] [3754] him, we humbly pray!): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3755] power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those other wicked
[Lotus-Eaters] [3756] spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3764] He stood up. Hello. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all
[Lotus-Eaters] [3767] Glimpses of the moon. Annoyed if you don't. Why didn't you tell me
[Lotus-Eaters] [3772] low tide of holy water. Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in
[Lotus-Eaters] [3777] Hamilton Long's, founded in the year of the flood. Huguenot churchyard
[Lotus-Eaters] [3783] up last? Wait. I changed a sovereign I remember. First of the month it
[Lotus-Eaters] [3795] picked an herb to cure himself had a bit of pluck. Simples. Want to be
[Lotus-Eaters] [3797] paper red. Chloroform. Overdose of laudanum. Sleeping draughts.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3800] of nature.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3806] He waited by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3807] dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. Lot of time taken up telling your
[Lotus-Eaters] [3810] --Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom said, and then
[Lotus-Eaters] [3817] Brings out the darkness of her eyes. Looking at me, the sheet up to
[Lotus-Eaters] [3821] Skinfood. One of the old queen's sons, duke of Albany was it? had only one
[Lotus-Eaters] [3835] I'll take one of these soaps. How much are they?
[Lotus-Eaters] [3848] He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit,
[Lotus-Eaters] [3867] paper and get shut of him.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3891] soap in it, smiling. Silly lips of that chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3895] never come back. Fleshpots of Egypt.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3897] He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you
[Lotus-Eaters] [3898] of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see. He
[Lotus-Eaters] [3899] eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled
[Lotus-Eaters] [3913] Heatwave. Won't last. Always passing, the stream of life, which in the
[Lotus-Eaters] [3914] stream of life we trace is dearer than them all.
[Lotus-Eaters] [3916] Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle
[Lotus-Eaters] [3919] He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of
[Lotus-Eaters] [3922] his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush
[Lotus-Eaters] [3923] floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands,
[Hades] [3947] the lowered blinds of the avenue. One dragged aside: an old woman peeping.
[Hades] [3959] it out of that. Wait for an opportunity.
[Hades] [3964] of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar.
[Hades] [3985] --There's a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, he said.
[Hades] [3993] The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup
[Hades] [4003] faction, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of
[Hades] [4013] Beginning to tell on him now: that backache of his, I fear. Wife ironing
[Hades] [4019] all over Dublin. But with the help of God and His blessed mother I'll make
[Hades] [4020] it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother or his
[Hades] [4024] He cried above the clatter of the wheels:
[Hades] [4026] --I won't have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son. A counterjumper's
[Hades] [4031] Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to
[Hades] [4036] at it by the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up.
[Hades] [4063] --What is this, he said, in the name of God? Crumbs?
[Hades] [4069] buttonless leather of the seats. Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned
[Hades] [4084] of his beard gently.
[Hades] [4102] Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.
[Hades] [4115] A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of
[Hades] [4133] gently. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.
[Hades] [4139] Simon, on Ben Dollard's singing of THE CROPPY BOY.
[Hades] [4141] --Immense, Martin Cunningham said pompously. HIS SINGING OF THAT SIMPLE
[Hades] [4159] Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the edge of the paper, scanning the
[Hades] [4163] Thanks to the Little Flower. Sadly missed. To the inexpressible grief of
[Hades] [4193] They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark's, under the railway
[Hades] [4196] Or the LILY OF KILLARNEY? Elster Grimes Opera Company. Big powerful
[Hades] [4216] Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. From the door of the Red Bank the
[Hades] [4217] white disc of a straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed.
[Hades] [4219] Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right
[Hades] [4226] shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of
[Hades] [4236] --O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It's a good
[Hades] [4241] --Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the
[Hades] [4255] Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and
[Hades] [4256] clasped them. Smith O'Brien. Someone has laid a bunch of flowers there.
[Hades] [4267] Waterford. Has that silk hat ever since. Relics of old decency. Mourning
[Hades] [4273] at the tips of her hairs to see if they are split. MI TREMA UN POCO IL.
[Hades] [4282] quick. Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of
[Hades] [4289] --Of the tribe of Reuben, he said.
[Hades] [4292] of Elvery's Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his spine.
[Hades] [4298] --The devil break the hasp of your back!
[Hades] [4307] --Well, nearly all of us.
[Hades] [4321] him to the Isle of Man out of harm's way but when they were both ...
[Hades] [4337] way to the Isle of Man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and
[Hades] [4343] fished him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the
[Hades] [4385] nose. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent
[Hades] [4400] Dead side of the street this. Dull business by day, land agents,
[Hades] [4403] night too. Chummies and slaveys. Under the patronage of the late Father
[Hades] [4415] pays. Penny a week for a sod of turf. Our. Little. Beggar. Baby.
[Hades] [4416] Meant nothing. Mistake of nature. If it's healthy it's from the mother.
[Hades] [4419] --Poor little thing, Mr Dedalus said. It's well out of it.
[Hades] [4421] The carriage climbed more slowly the hill of Rutland square. Rattle
[Hades] [4424] --In the midst of life, Martin Cunningham said.
[Hades] [4426] --But the worst of all, Mr Power said, is the man who takes his own life.
[Hades] [4432] --Temporary insanity, of course, Martin Cunningham said decisively. We
[Hades] [4433] must take a charitable view of it.
[Hades] [4443] used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it
[Hades] [4445] riverbed clutching rushes. He looked at me. And that awful drunkard of a
[Hades] [4446] wife of his. Setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the
[Hades] [4447] furniture on him every Saturday almost. Leading him the life of the
[Hades] [4448] damned. Wear the heart out of a stone, that. Monday morning. Start afresh.
[Hades] [4455] OF ASIA,
[Hades] [4461] That afternoon of the inquest. The redlabelled bottle on the table. The
[Hades] [4463] the slats of the Venetian blind. The coroner's sunlit ears, big and hairy.
[Hades] [4465] streaks on his face. Had slipped down to the foot of the bed. Verdict:
[Hades] [4482] over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls. Has anybody
[Hades] [4496] A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing,
[Hades] [4505] Huuuh! out of that!
[Hades] [4507] Thursday, of course. Tomorrow is killing day. Springers. Cuffe sold
[Hades] [4511] year. Dead meat trade. Byproducts of the slaughterhouses for tanneries,
[Hades] [4521] --Instead of blocking up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said. Quite
[Hades] [4561] Elixir of life.
[Hades] [4565] where. The circulation stops. Still some might ooze out of an artery. It
[Hades] [4574] dropping barge, between clamps of turf. On the towpath by the lock a
[Hades] [4575] slacktethered horse. Aboard of the BUGABU.
[Hades] [4578] on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of
[Hades] [4601] The stonecutter's yard on the right. Last lap. Crowded on the spit of
[Hades] [4603] knelt in grief, pointing. Fragments of shapes, hewn. In white silence:
[Hades] [4610] grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown
[Hades] [4624] --Only circumstantial, Martin Cunningham added. That's the maxim of
[Hades] [4630] condemned. Murder. The murderer's image in the eye of the murdered.
[Hades] [4632] consisted of. How she met her death. Recent outrage. The weapon used.
[Hades] [4640] The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Dark poplars,
[Hades] [4652] pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other
[Hades] [4656] Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley. Pomp of death.
[Hades] [4657] Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit.
[Hades] [4667] A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread,
[Hades] [4685] much dead weight. Felt heavier myself stepping out of that bath. First the
[Hades] [4686] stiff: then the friends of the stiff. Corny Kelleher and the boy followed
[Hades] [4693] --I was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom.
[Hades] [4701] --O God! Mr Power whispered. First I heard of it. Poisoned himself?
[Hades] [4713] --Five. Ned Lambert says he'll try to get one of the girls into Todd's.
[Hades] [4730] the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of hearts.
[Hades] [4737] seen you for a month of Sundays.
[Hades] [4766] They halted about the door of the mortuary chapel. Mr Bloom stood
[Hades] [4776] candles at its corners. Always in front of us. Corny Kelleher, laying a
[Hades] [4788] They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book
[Hades] [4803] the gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please. Eyes of a toad
[Hades] [4804] too. What swells him up that way? Molly gets swelled after cabbage. Air of
[Hades] [4805] the place maybe. Looks full up of bad gas. Must be an infernal lot of bad
[Hades] [4807] Who was telling me? Mervyn Browne. Down in the vaults of saint Werburgh's
[Hades] [4810] whiff of that and you're a doner.
[Hades] [4814] The priest took a stick with a knob at the end of it out of the boy's
[Hades] [4822] better to have boy servants. Up to fifteen or so. After that, of
[Hades] [4825] Holy water that was, I expect. Shaking sleep out of it. He must be fed
[Hades] [4831] over them all and shook water on top of them: sleep. On Dignam now.
[Hades] [4836] Tiresome kind of a job. But he has to say something.
[Hades] [4842] followed them out of the sidedoors into the mild grey air. Mr Bloom came
[Hades] [4845] ground the gravel with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots
[Hades] [4846] followed the trundled barrow along a lane of sepulchres.
[Hades] [4852] Mr Power's soft eyes went up to the apex of the lofty cone.
[Hades] [4854] --He's at rest, he said, in the middle of his people, old Dan O'. But his
[Hades] [4889] --The service of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome is simpler, more
[Hades] [4892] Mr Bloom gave prudent assent. The language of course was another thing.
[Hades] [4901] with his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections.
[Hades] [4902] Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood
[Hades] [4903] every day. One fine day it gets bunged up: and there you are. Lots of
[Hades] [4906] That last day idea. Knocking them all up out of their graves. Come forth,
[Hades] [4908] fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his
[Hades] [4909] traps. Find damn all of himself that morning. Pennyweight of powder in
[Hades] [4941] I fell foul of him one evening, I remember, at bowls.
[Hades] [4948] that for? She had plenty of game in her then.
[Hades] [4975] caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke in
[Hades] [4979] evening to look for the grave of a friend of theirs. They asked for
[Hades] [4981] about in the fog they found the grave sure enough. One of the drunks spelt
[Hades] [4983] of Our Saviour the widow had got put up.
[Hades] [4985] The caretaker blinked up at one of the sepulchres they passed. He
[Hades] [5003] like Keyes's ad: no fear of anyone getting out. No passout checks. HABEAS
[Hades] [5007] of a shave. Grey sprouting beard. That's the first sign when the hairs
[Hades] [5011] thrill her first. Courting death ... Shades of night hovering here with
[Hades] [5012] all the dead stretched about. The shadows of the tombs when churchyards
[Hades] [5015] giant in the dark. Will o' the wisp. Gas of graves. Want to keep her mind
[Hades] [5018] have. It was a pitchdark night. The clock was on the stroke of twelve.
[Hades] [5021] widow here. Men like that. Love among the tombstones. Romeo. Spice of
[Hades] [5022] pleasure. In the midst of death we are in life. Both ends meet.
[Hades] [5023] Tantalising for the poor dead. Smell of grilled beefsteaks to the
[Hades] [5033] Ought to be flowers of sleep. Chinese cemeteries with giant poppies
[Hades] [5038] for fruit garden. A bargain. By carcass of William Wilkinson, auditor
[Hades] [5044] quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy
[Hades] [5045] kind of a cheesy. Then begin to get black, black treacle oozing out of
[Hades] [5046] them. Then dried up. Deathmoths. Of course the cells or whatever they are
[Hades] [5050] But they must breed a devil of a lot of maggots. Soil must be simply
[Hades] [5052] seaside gurls. He looks cheerful enough over it. Gives him a sense of
[Hades] [5054] Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his heart. The one about the
[Hades] [5060] in HAMLET. Shows the profound knowledge of the human heart. Daren't joke
[Hades] [5062] of mourning first. Hard to imagine his funeral. Seems a sort of a joke.
[Hades] [5064] wind. New lease of life.
[Hades] [5071] trundle. The mourners split and moved to each side of the hole, stepping
[Hades] [5075] Burying him. We come to bury Caesar. His ides of March or June.
[Hades] [5079] Always someone turns up you never dreamt of. A fellow could live on his
[Hades] [5091] Poor Dignam! His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of
[Hades] [5092] them all it does seem a waste of wood. All gnawed through. They could
[Hades] [5093] invent a handsome bier with a kind of panel sliding, let it down that way.
[Hades] [5094] Ay but they might object to be buried out of another fellow's. They're so
[Hades] [5095] particular. Lay me in my native earth. Bit of clay from the holy land.
[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] [5108] once. Used to change three suits in the day. Must get that grey suit of
[Hades] [5112] The coffin dived out of sight, eased down by the men straddled on the
[Hades] [5120] they say. Shame of death. They hide. Also poor papa went away.
[Hades] [5133] soles of his feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on the
[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] [5141] We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you're well
[Hades] [5142] and not in hell. Nice change of air. Out of the fryingpan of life into the
[Hades] [5143] fire of purgatory.
[Hades] [5145] Does he ever think of the hole waiting for himself? They say you do
[Hades] [5150] The gravediggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay
[Hades] [5152] the time? Whew! By jingo, that would be awful! No, no: he is dead, of
[Hades] [5153] course. Of course he is dead. Monday he died. They ought to have
[Hades] [5155] a telephone in the coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole. Flag of
[Hades] [5157] to get shut of them as soon as you are sure there's no.
[Hades] [5159] The clay fell softer. Begin to be forgotten. Out of sight, out of mind.
[Hades] [5162] enough of it. The mourners took heart of grace, one by one, covering
[Hades] [5164] figure make its way deftly through the maze of graves. Quietly, sure of
[Hades] [5180] know. He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few
[Hades] [5199] Didn't hear. What? Where has he disappeared to? Not a sign. Well of
[Hades] [5201] Lord, what became of him?
[Hades] [5210] A mound of damp clods rose more, rose, and the gravediggers rested their
[Hades] [5215] haft a long tuft of grass. One, leaving his mates, walked slowly on with
[Hades] [5237] of him. Peace to his ashes.
[Hades] [5242] some charity for the living. Pray for the repose of the soul of. Does
[Hades] [5245] be at his grave. Ten shillings for the gardener. He keeps it free of
[Hades] [5248] of their own accord. Got the shove, all of them. Who kicked the bucket.
[Hades] [5252] churchyard it ought to be that poem of whose is it Wordsworth or Thomas
[Hades] [5257] try to beautify. Rusty wreaths hung on knobs, garlands of bronzefoil.
[Hades] [5263] wedding present alderman Hooper gave us. Hoo! Not a budge out of him.
[Hades] [5266] daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the grave.
[Hades] [5271] infliction? Would birds come then and peck like the boy with the basket of
[Hades] [5272] fruit but he said no because they ought to have been afraid of the boy.
[Hades] [5282] hellohello amawf krpthsth. Remind you of the voice like the photograph
[Hades] [5283] reminds you of the face. Otherwise you couldn't remember the face after
[Hades] [5287] Rtststr! A rattle of pebbles. Wait. Stop!
[Hades] [5292] An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the crypt, moving the
[Hades] [5297] Who lives there? Are laid the remains of Robert Emery. Robert
[Hades] [5302] One of those chaps would make short work of a fellow. Pick the
[Hades] [5304] meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. I read in that
[Hades] [5307] Wholesale burners and Dutch oven dealers. Time of the plague. Quicklime
[Hades] [5309] Where is that Parsee tower of silence? Eaten by birds. Earth, fire, water.
[Hades] [5311] being brought back to life no. Can't bury in the air however. Out of a
[Hades] [5315] Got wind of Dignam. They wouldn't care about the smell of it. Saltwhite
[Hades] [5316] crumbling mush of corpse: smell, taste like raw white turnips.
[Hades] [5319] Enough of this place. Brings you a bit nearer every time. Last time I was
[Hades] [5322] of to get at fresh buried females or even putrefied with running
[Hades] [5335] the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really. Yes, Menton. Got his rag out
[Hades] [5337] of mine: the bias. Why he took such a rooted dislike to me. Hate at first
[Hades] [5341] Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.
[Aeolus] [5398] Under the porch of the general post office shoeblacks called and
[Aeolus] [5401] loudly flung sacks of letters, postcards, lettercards, parcels, insured
[Aeolus] [5408] Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's
[Aeolus] [5410] bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of
[Aeolus] [5418] The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again. Davy Stephens, minute
[Aeolus] [5420] with a roll of papers under his cape, a king's courier.
[Aeolus] [5427] --Of course, if he wants a par, Red Murray said earnestly, a pen behind
[Aeolus] [5444] stately figure entered between the newsboards of the WEEKLY FREEMAN AND
[Aeolus] [5448] step: back. All his brains are in the nape of his neck, Simon Dedalus
[Aeolus] [5449] says. Welts of flesh behind on him. Fat folds of neck, fat, neck, fat,
[Aeolus] [5454] The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree. They always build
[Aeolus] [5462] --Yes, Red Murray agreed. But Mario was said to be the picture of Our
[Aeolus] [5487] --Well, he is one of our saviours also.
[Aeolus] [5495] packing paper. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards
[Aeolus] [5498] Hynes here too: account of the funeral probably. Thumping. Thump.
[Aeolus] [5505] This morning the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. Machines.
[Aeolus] [5507] machineries are pegging away too. Like these, got out of hand: fermenting.
[Aeolus] [5520] year one thousand and. Demesne situate in the townland of Rosenallis,
[Aeolus] [5521] barony of Tinnahinch. To all whom it may concern schedule pursuant to
[Aeolus] [5522] statute showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from
[Aeolus] [5528] of sisters celebrated. Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other.
[Aeolus] [5540] The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a corner of the
[Aeolus] [5578] Hell of a racket they make. He doesn't hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves.
[Aeolus] [5582] began to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket.
[Aeolus] [5589] foreman's sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice, and beyond the
[Aeolus] [5590] obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Clank it. Clank it. Miles of
[Aeolus] [5591] it unreeled. What becomes of it after? O, wrap up meat, parcels: various
[Aeolus] [5594] Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew
[Aeolus] [5598] HOUSE OF KEY(E)S
[Aeolus] [5607] in leaded: the house of keys. You see? Do you think that's a good idea?
[Aeolus] [5612] --The idea, Mr Bloom said, is the house of keys. You know, councillor,
[Aeolus] [5613] the Manx parliament. Innuendo of home rule. Tourists, you know, from the
[Aeolus] [5614] isle of Man. Catches the eye, you see. Can you do that?
[Aeolus] [5631] silently. Mr Bloom stood by, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching
[Aeolus] [5638] Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin Cunningham
[Aeolus] [5640] view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a
[Aeolus] [5641] harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear
[Aeolus] [5642] under a cemetery wall. Silly, isn't it? Cemetery put in of course on
[Aeolus] [5643] account of the symmetry.
[Aeolus] [5649] Sllt. The nethermost deck of the first machine jogged forward its
[Aeolus] [5650] flyboard with sllt the first batch of quirefolded papers. Sllt. Almost
[Aeolus] [5690] spectacled, aproned. Old Monks, the dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must
[Aeolus] [5692] speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. Nearing the end of his tether now.
[Aeolus] [5705] dear! All that long business about that brought us out of the land of
[Aeolus] [5706] Egypt and into the house of bondage ALLELUIA. SHEMA ISRAEL ADONAI ELOHENU.
[Aeolus] [5709] And then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the ox and the
[Aeolus] [5715] Mr Bloom passed on out of the clanking noises through the gallery on
[Aeolus] [5730] soap I put there. Lose it out of that pocket. Putting back his
[Aeolus] [5732] hip pocket of his trousers.
[Aeolus] [5737] A sudden screech of laughter came from the EVENING TELEGRAPH office. Know
[Aeolus] [5750] quizzing face, asked of it sourly:
[Aeolus] [5761] about that, Simon? he asked over the fringe of his newspaper. How's that
[Aeolus] [5774] hear any more of the stuff.
[Aeolus] [5776] He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and,
[Aeolus] [5792] --A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh answered
[Aeolus] [5793] with pomp of tone. OUR LOVELY LAND.
[Aeolus] [5812] The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was
[Aeolus] [5852] pink pages of the file.
[Aeolus] [5855] of honour. Reaping the whirlwind. Used to get good retainers from D. and
[Aeolus] [5860] they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same
[Aeolus] [5868] --Bombast! the professor broke in testily. Enough of the inflated
[Aeolus] [5899] instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's
[Aeolus] [5913] a grip of them by the stomach.
[Aeolus] [5916] crested by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. The bold blue eyes
[Aeolus] [5964] He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking
[Aeolus] [5965] off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant
[Aeolus] [5993] Lenehan came out of the inner office with SPORT'S tissues.
[Aeolus] [6000] Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door
[Aeolus] [6006] urchin by the collar as the others scampered out of the hall and down the
[Aeolus] [6025] --Out of this with you, professor MacHugh said gruffly.
[Aeolus] [6054] --The accumulation of the ANNO DOMINI.
[Aeolus] [6059] slapped the heavy pages over. The noise of two shrill voices, a
[Aeolus] [6064] --WE ARE THE BOYS OF WEXFORD
[Aeolus] [6072] of Keyes's. Want to fix it up. They tell me he's round there in Dillon's.
[Aeolus] [6095] Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr
[Aeolus] [6097] tail of white bowknots.
[Aeolus] [6115] He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket,
[Aeolus] [6126] THE CALUMET OF PEACE
[Aeolus] [6153] British or Brixton. The word reminds one somehow of fat in the fire.
[Aeolus] [6158] We haven't got the chance of a snowball in hell.
[Aeolus] [6165] mustn't be led away by words, by sounds of words. We think of Rome,
[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] [6247] A woman brought sin into the world. For Helen, the runaway wife of
[Aeolus] [6248] Menelaus, ten years the Greeks. O'Rourke, prince of Breffni.
[Aeolus] [6254] ramparts of Vienna. Don't you forget! Maximilian Karl O'Donnell, graf
[Aeolus] [6277] is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal
[Aeolus] [6279] speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is the maxim: time
[Aeolus] [6287] A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long
[Aeolus] [6291] and the Saxon know not. KYRIE! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to
[Aeolus] [6292] profess Greek, the language of the mind. KYRIE ELEISON! The closetmaker
[Aeolus] [6293] and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit. We are liege
[Aeolus] [6294] subjects of the catholic chivalry of Europe that foundered at Trafalgar
[Aeolus] [6295] and of the empire of the spirit, not an IMPERIUM, that went under with the
[Aeolus] [6297] by an oracle, made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece.
[Aeolus] [6306] the latter half of the MATINEE. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus!
[Aeolus] [6336] --THE ROSE OF CASTILE. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!
[Aeolus] [6346] The professor, returning by way of the files, swept his hand across
[Aeolus] [6352] mockery. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you?
[Aeolus] [6367] --If Bloom were here, the professor said. The gentle art of advertisement.
[Aeolus] [6374] --Ahem! he said very softly. O, for a fresh of breath air! I caught a
[Aeolus] [6384] it. You can do it. I see it in your face. IN THE LEXICON OF YOUTH ...
[Aeolus] [6407] mark? I'll tell you. That was the smartest piece of journalism ever known.
[Aeolus] [6408] That was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of the invincibles, murder in
[Aeolus] [6420] rest of them. Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Whole route, see?
[Aeolus] [6433] --Gumley? he said. You don't say so? A friend of my father's, is it?
[Aeolus] [6437] Gallaher do? I'll tell you. Inspiration of genius. Cabled right away. Have
[Aeolus] [6438] you WEEKLY FREEMAN of 17 March? Right. Have you got that?
[Aeolus] [6440] He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.
[Aeolus] [6460] The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock's wattles. An illstarched
[Aeolus] [6490] besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, and
[Aeolus] [6493] Lenehan bowed to a shape of air, announcing:
[Aeolus] [6497] --History! Myles Crawford cried. The Old Woman of Prince's street was
[Aeolus] [6498] there first. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that. Out of an
[Aeolus] [6504] --The father of scare journalism, Lenehan confirmed, and the
[Aeolus] [6505] brother-in-law of Chris Callinan.
[Aeolus] [6524] last year and thought she'd buy a view of Dublin. And it turned out to be
[Aeolus] [6525] a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat.
[Aeolus] [6533] His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.
[Aeolus] [6554] ORIAFIAMMA, gold of oriflamme, DI RIMIRAR FE PIU ARDENTI. But I old men,
[Aeolus] [6570] Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his American cousin of the Bowery
[Aeolus] [6572] watchful friend THE SKIBBEREEN EAGLE. Why bring in a master of forensic
[Aeolus] [6585] --Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it in
[Aeolus] [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] [6610] --He spoke on the law of evidence, J. J. O'Molloy said, of Roman justice
[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] [6626] that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives.
[Aeolus] [6648] Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed.
[Aeolus] [6656] A MAN OF HIGH MORALE
[Aeolus] [6660] Stephen. What do you think really of that hermetic crowd, the opal hush
[Aeolus] [6662] nice old bag of tricks. A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer
[Aeolus] [6663] that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to ask him about
[Aeolus] [6664] planes of consciousness. Magennis thinks you must have been pulling
[Aeolus] [6665] A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis.
[Aeolus] [6671] Wait a moment. Let me say one thing. The finest display of oratory I ever
[Aeolus] [6673] society. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, the present lord justice of appeal, had
[Aeolus] [6675] advocating the revival of the Irish tongue.
[Aeolus] [6679] --You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his
[Aeolus] [6688] --It was the speech, mark you, the professor said, of a finished orator,
[Aeolus] [6689] full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction I will not
[Aeolus] [6690] say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the
[Aeolus] [6706] shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy
[Aeolus] [6759] By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man
[Aeolus] [6760] supple in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone.
[Aeolus] [6768] A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it
[Aeolus] [6788] --And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.
[Aeolus] [6794] The troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the hallway and
[Aeolus] [6798] Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the kings. Miles of ears of porches.
[Aeolus] [6800] sheltered within his voice. Dead noise. Akasic records of all that ever
[Aeolus] [6818] --We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will we not? Yes,
[Aeolus] [6819] we will not. By no manner of means.
[Aeolus] [6821] Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally's lunge of his
[Aeolus] [6826] --Chip of the old block! the editor cried, clapping Stephen on the
[Aeolus] [6847] the prophetic vision. FUIT ILIUM! The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms of this
[Aeolus] [6848] world. The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.
[Aeolus] [6881] Damp night reeking of hungry dough. Against the wall. Face
[Aeolus] [6887] --They want to see the views of Dublin from the top of Nelson's pillar.
[Aeolus] [6890] the blade of a knife. Two and three in silver and one and seven in
[Aeolus] [6900] --They buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and four slices of panloaf at
[Aeolus] [6903] the foot of Nelson's pillar to take off the thirst of the brawn. They give
[Aeolus] [6906] of the dark, panting, one asking the other have you the brawn, praising
[Aeolus] [6913] crubeen and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.
[Aeolus] [6920] A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps, scattering in
[Aeolus] [6930] RETURN OF BLOOM
[Aeolus] [6935] Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the
[Aeolus] [6936] offices of the IRISH CATHOLIC AND DUBLIN PENNY JOURNAL, called:
[Aeolus] [6959] library. House of keys, don't you see? His name is Keyes. It's a play on
[Aeolus] [6973] that young Dedalus the moving spirit. Has a good pair of boots on him
[Aeolus] [7009] Dublin women on the top of Nelson's pillar.
[Aeolus] [7032] of the onehandled adulterer.
[Aeolus] [7043] tired to look up or down or to speak. They put the bag of plums between
[Aeolus] [7044] them and eat the plums out of it, one after another, wiping off with their
[Aeolus] [7045] handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of their mouths and spitting
[Aeolus] [7059] --You remind me of Antisthenes, the professor said, a disciple of
[Aeolus] [7060] Gorgias, the sophist. It is said of him that none could tell if he were
[Aeolus] [7061] bitterer against others or against himself. He was the son of a noble and
[Aeolus] [7062] a bondwoman. And he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of beauty
[Aeolus] [7079] rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly.
[Aeolus] [7097] --No, Stephen said. I call it A PISGAH SIGHT OF PALESTINE OR THE PARABLE
[Aeolus] [7098] OF THE PLUMS.
[Aeolus] [7117] through the meshes of his wry smile.
[Lestrygonians] [7136] shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school treat.
[Lestrygonians] [7141] fumes of Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.
[Lestrygonians] [7147] Blood of the Lamb.
[Lestrygonians] [7150] washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim. Birth, hymen,
[Lestrygonians] [7151] martyr, war, foundation of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering,
[Lestrygonians] [7152] druids' altars. Elijah is coming. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the
[Lestrygonians] [7162] luminous crucifix. Our Saviour. Wake up in the dead of night and see him
[Lestrygonians] [7165] Phosphorus it must be done with. If you leave a bit of codfish for
[Lestrygonians] [7168] out. What was it she wanted? The Malaga raisins. Thinking of Spain. Before
[Lestrygonians] [7179] out of house and home. No families themselves to feed. Living on the fat
[Lestrygonians] [7180] of the land. Their butteries and larders. I'd like to see them do the
[Lestrygonians] [7182] collapse on the altar. A housekeeper of one of those fellows if you could
[Lestrygonians] [7183] pick it out of her. Never pick it out of her. Like getting l.s.d. out of
[Lestrygonians] [7189] Proof of the pudding. Undermines the constitution.
[Lestrygonians] [7191] As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up
[Lestrygonians] [7194] brewery. Regular world in itself. Vats of porter wonderful. Rats get in
[Lestrygonians] [7197] that! Rats: vats. Well, of course, if we knew all the things.
[Lestrygonians] [7201] Reuben J's son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. One and
[Lestrygonians] [7208] feet per sec is com. Not a bit. The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of
[Lestrygonians] [7210] day I threw that stale cake out of the Erin's King picked it up in the
[Lestrygonians] [7218] no rhymes: blank verse. The flow of the language it is. The thoughts.
[Lestrygonians] [7229] Australians they must be this time of year. Shiny peels: polishes them up
[Lestrygonians] [7239] Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his
[Lestrygonians] [7246] Penny quite enough. Lot of thanks I get. Not even a caw. They spread foot
[Lestrygonians] [7260] which in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream. All kinds
[Lestrygonians] [7261] of places are good for ads. That quack doctor for the clap used to be
[Lestrygonians] [7283] Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's. Parallax. I never
[Lestrygonians] [7288] Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballastoffice. She's
[Lestrygonians] [7289] right after all. Only big words for ordinary things on account of the
[Lestrygonians] [7295] Get outside of a baron of beef. Powerful man he was at stowing away number
[Lestrygonians] [7296] one Bass. Barrel of Bass. See? It all works out.
[Lestrygonians] [7299] A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards
[Lestrygonians] [7303] Wisdom Hely's. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his
[Lestrygonians] [7311] Everyone dying to know what she's writing. Get twenty of them round you
[Lestrygonians] [7313] Pillar of salt. Wouldn't have it of course because he didn't think
[Lestrygonians] [7314] of it himself first. Or the inkbottle I suggested with a false stain
[Lestrygonians] [7315] of black celluloid. His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under
[Lestrygonians] [7319] sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street. Well out of that ruck I am.
[Lestrygonians] [7320] Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents. Tranquilla
[Lestrygonians] [7323] Very hard to bargain with that sort of a woman. I disturbed her at her
[Lestrygonians] [7325] Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Sweet name
[Lestrygonians] [7327] married she would have changed. I suppose they really were short of
[Lestrygonians] [7351] American soap I bought: elderflower. Cosy smell of her bathwater. Funny
[Lestrygonians] [7353] daguerreotype atelier he told me of. Hereditary taste.
[Lestrygonians] [7357] Stream of life. What was the name of that priestylooking chap was
[Lestrygonians] [7360] getting. Pen ...? Of course it's years ago. Noise of the trams probably.
[Lestrygonians] [7369] or oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew
[Lestrygonians] [7370] out of my hand against the High school railings. Lucky it didn't. Thing
[Lestrygonians] [7371] like that spoils the effect of a night for her. Professor Goodwin linking
[Lestrygonians] [7375] of Harcourt road remember that gust. Brrfoo! Blew up all her skirts and
[Lestrygonians] [7378] of lap of mutton for her supper with the Chutney sauce she liked. And the
[Lestrygonians] [7380] busk of her stays: white.
[Lestrygonians] [7410] he die of? Turn up like a bad penny.
[Lestrygonians] [7416] --Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly,
[Lestrygonians] [7435] there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me
[Lestrygonians] [7438] Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly
[Lestrygonians] [7439] poured out from Harrison's. The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr
[Lestrygonians] [7442] arab stood over the grating, breathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of
[Lestrygonians] [7467] --Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs.
[Lestrygonians] [7469] --The ace of spades! Mr Bloom said.
[Lestrygonians] [7477] --U.P.: up, she said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It's a great shame
[Lestrygonians] [7491] grapes to take the harm out of it. Shabby genteel. She used to be a tasty
[Lestrygonians] [7497] Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. I'm hungry too. Flakes of pastry
[Lestrygonians] [7498] on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek.
[Lestrygonians] [7504] --Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Mr Bloom asked.
[Lestrygonians] [7509] thinks of the masterstroke. Did I pull the chain? Yes. The last act.
[Lestrygonians] [7518] --Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It's a very stiff
[Lestrygonians] [7549] --He has enough of them, she said. Denis will be like that one of these
[Lestrygonians] [7560] Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's
[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] [7580] simmer. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them. Wanted, smart
[Lestrygonians] [7586] the approval of the eminent poet A. E. (Mr Geo. Russell). No time to do
[Lestrygonians] [7587] her hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry.
[Lestrygonians] [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] [7601] those horsey women. Swagger around livery stables. Toss off a glass of
[Lestrygonians] [7604] put her mount to it. Think that pugnosed driver did it out of spite.
[Lestrygonians] [7607] Divorced Spanish American. Didn't take a feather out of her
[Lestrygonians] [7609] viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in with Whelan of the
[Lestrygonians] [7622] Poor thing! Then having to give the breast year after year all hours of
[Lestrygonians] [7623] the night. Selfish those t.t's are. Dog in the manger. Only one lump of
[Lestrygonians] [7641] about it instead of gassing about the what was it the pensive bosom of the
[Lestrygonians] [7643] establishments whole thing quite painless out of all the taxes give every
[Lestrygonians] [7650] Not stillborn of course. They are not even registered. Trouble for
[Lestrygonians] [7653] Funny sight two of them together, their bellies out. Molly and Mrs
[Lestrygonians] [7655] returns. How flat they look all of a sudden after. Peaceful eyes.
[Lestrygonians] [7657] my babies, she said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed
[Lestrygonians] [7662] on your wife. No gratitude in people. Humane doctors, most of them.
[Lestrygonians] [7664] Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of
[Lestrygonians] [7670] A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in
[Lestrygonians] [7672] truncheons. After their feed with a good load of fat soup under their
[Lestrygonians] [7675] attack one in pudding time. A punch in his dinner. A squad of others,
[Lestrygonians] [7681] put him up over a urinal: meeting of the waters. Ought to be places for
[Lestrygonians] [7683] THIS WIDE WORLD A VALLEE. Great song of Julia Morkan's. Kept her voice up
[Lestrygonians] [7684] to the very last. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?
[Lestrygonians] [7692] clattering after us down Abbey street. Lucky I had the presence of mind to
[Lestrygonians] [7708] Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out. Vinegar hill.
[Lestrygonians] [7709] The Butter exchange band. Few years' time half of them magistrates and
[Lestrygonians] [7715] gaff on the invincibles. Member of the corporation too. Egging raw youths
[Lestrygonians] [7735] James Stephens' idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so
[Lestrygonians] [7738] daughter got him out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Putting up in the
[Lestrygonians] [7744] Debating societies. That republicanism is the best form of government.
[Lestrygonians] [7745] That the language question should take precedence of the economic
[Lestrygonians] [7747] up with meat and drink. Michaelmas goose. Here's a good lump of thyme
[Lestrygonians] [7748] seasoning under the apron for you. Have another quart of goosegrease
[Lestrygonians] [7758] squads of police marching out, back: trams in, out. Those two loonies
[Lestrygonians] [7760] groaning to have a child tugged out of her. One born every second
[Lestrygonians] [7763] blood off, all are washed in the blood of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.
[Lestrygonians] [7766] coming on, passing on. Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of
[Lestrygonians] [7773] sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt. Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze.
[Lestrygonians] [7778] This is the very worst hour of the day. Vitality. Dull, gloomy: hate
[Lestrygonians] [7785] The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware
[Lestrygonians] [7789] There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that's a
[Lestrygonians] [7790] coincidence. Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don't
[Lestrygonians] [7795] woebegone walk of him. Eaten a bad egg. Poached eyes on ghost. I have a
[Lestrygonians] [7799] pass a remark on him. Freeze them up with that eye of his. That's the
[Lestrygonians] [7806] him out of the house of commons by the arm.
[Lestrygonians] [7808] --Of the twoheaded octopus, one of whose heads is the head upon which
[Lestrygonians] [7809] the ends of the world have forgotten to come while the other speaks with a
[Lestrygonians] [7816] Coming events cast their shadows before. With the approval of the eminent
[Lestrygonians] [7819] Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. What was he saying? The ends of the world
[Lestrygonians] [7826] weggebobbles and fruit. Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that
[Lestrygonians] [7836] Esthetes they are. I wouldn't be surprised if it was that kind of food you
[Lestrygonians] [7837] see produces the like waves of the brain the poetical. For example one of
[Lestrygonians] [7839] a line of poetry out of him. Don't know what poetry is even. Must be in a
[Lestrygonians] [7847] He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of
[Lestrygonians] [7850] lunch. Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Goerz lenses six
[Lestrygonians] [7857] little watch up there on the roof of the bank to test those glasses by.
[Lestrygonians] [7859] His lids came down on the lower rims of his irides. Can't see it. If you
[Lestrygonians] [7864] completely. The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. Must
[Lestrygonians] [7866] There was a lot of talk about those sunspots when we were in Lombard
[Lestrygonians] [7870] Now that I come to think of it that ball falls at Greenwich time. It's
[Lestrygonians] [7872] some first Saturday of the month. If I could get an introduction to
[Lestrygonians] [7884] Never know anything about it. Waste of time. Gasballs spinning
[Lestrygonians] [7895] other side of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love.
[Lestrygonians] [7903] middle of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. On his annual bend,
[Lestrygonians] [7906] rest of the year sober as a judge.
[Lestrygonians] [7910] the Queen's. Broth of a boy. Dion Boucicault business with his
[Lestrygonians] [7926] prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing
[Lestrygonians] [7929] to the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of
[Lestrygonians] [7932] He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers.
[Lestrygonians] [7933] Cascades of ribbons. Flimsy China silks. A tilted urn poured from its
[Lestrygonians] [7934] mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. The huguenots brought
[Lestrygonians] [7946] Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk
[Lestrygonians] [7953] Netaim. Wealth of the world.
[Lestrygonians] [7956] yielded. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh
[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] [7977] gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens. See the
[Lestrygonians] [7983] calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy
[Lestrygonians] [7986] set of microbes. A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round
[Lestrygonians] [7992] last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the schoolpoem choked himself at
[Lestrygonians] [7993] Sletty southward of the Boyne. Wonder what he was eating. Something
[Lestrygonians] [8001] Smells of men. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarette smoke, reek of
[Lestrygonians] [8002] plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment.
[Lestrygonians] [8009] that. Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread. Lick it off the
[Lestrygonians] [8010] plate, man! Get out of this.
[Lestrygonians] [8012] He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of
[Lestrygonians] [8019] That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life
[Lestrygonians] [8029] across his stained square of newspaper. Other chap telling him something
[Lestrygonians] [8044] --Pint of stout.
[Lestrygonians] [8053] street. John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every mother's
[Lestrygonians] [8054] son don't talk of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children
[Lestrygonians] [8060] batch with his. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them all. Have rows
[Lestrygonians] [8061] all the same. All for number one. Children fighting for the scrapings of
[Lestrygonians] [8063] and hindquarters out of it. Hate people all round you. City Arms hotel
[Lestrygonians] [8068] After all there's a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the
[Lestrygonians] [8069] earth garlic of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of
[Lestrygonians] [8095] --Tiptop ... Let me see. I'll take a glass of burgundy and ... let
[Lestrygonians] [8103] salty. Like pickled pork. Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour.
[Lestrygonians] [8106] THE REVEREND MR MACTRIGGER. With it an abode of bliss. Lord knows what
[Lestrygonians] [8109] they call now. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. Peace and war
[Lestrygonians] [8111] Slaughter of innocents. Eat drink and be merry. Then casual wards full
[Lestrygonians] [8118] Like a few olives too if they had them. Italian I prefer. Good glass of
[Lestrygonians] [8121] cutlet with a sprig of parsley. Take one Spanish onion. God made food, the
[Lestrygonians] [8138] --She's engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard
[Lestrygonians] [8150] than the dreamy creamy stuff. HIS FIVE HUNDRED WIVES. HAD THE TIME OF
[Lestrygonians] [8167] A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's heart.
[Lestrygonians] [8168] He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock
[Lestrygonians] [8179] --Yes, he said. He's the organiser in point of fact.
[Lestrygonians] [8185] --He had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, over that
[Lestrygonians] [8198] shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring's
[Lestrygonians] [8210] Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of
[Lestrygonians] [8211] disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his
[Lestrygonians] [8215] Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed.
[Lestrygonians] [8221] Vintners' sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits
[Lestrygonians] [8235] --I could, faith, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. That was a rare bit of
[Lestrygonians] [8252] Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment
[Lestrygonians] [8254] Bath of course does that. Just a bite or two. Then about six o'clock I can.
[Lestrygonians] [8257] Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that badly. Felt so off
[Lestrygonians] [8258] colour. His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy
[Lestrygonians] [8259] lobsters' claws. All the odd things people pick up for food. Out of
[Lestrygonians] [8260] shells, periwinkles with a pin, off trees, snails out of the ground the
[Lestrygonians] [8261] French eat, out of the sea with bait on a hook. Silly fish learn nothing
[Lestrygonians] [8268] a clot of phlegm. Filthy shells. Devil to open them too. Who found them
[Lestrygonians] [8274] and green again. Dinner of thirty courses. Each dish harmless might mix
[Lestrygonians] [8276] was it Otto one of those Habsburgs? Or who was it used to eat the scruff
[Lestrygonians] [8277] off his own head? Cheapest lunch in town. Of course aristocrats, then the
[Lestrygonians] [8279] pastry I like myself. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the
[Lestrygonians] [8283] they're. Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the
[Lestrygonians] [8285] butcher, right to venisons of the forest from his ex. Send him back the
[Lestrygonians] [8286] half of a cow. Spread I saw down in the Master of the Rolls' kitchen
[Lestrygonians] [8288] DUCHESSE DE PARME. Just as well to write it on the bill of fare so you
[Lestrygonians] [8296] perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out of making
[Lestrygonians] [8299] Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand
[Lestrygonians] [8305] grapes of Burgundy. Sun's heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me
[Lestrygonians] [8308] the Lion's head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Fields of
[Lestrygonians] [8315] mumbled sweetsour of her spittle. Joy: I ate it: joy. Young life, her
[Lestrygonians] [8321] woman's breasts full in her blouse of nun's veiling, fat nipples upright.
[Lestrygonians] [8329] His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab. Beauty:
[Lestrygonians] [8337] turnips, bottle of Allsop. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods'
[Lestrygonians] [8338] food. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. Immortal lovely. And we
[Lestrygonians] [8349] When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book:
[Lestrygonians] [8353] --He's out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the
[Lestrygonians] [8358] --Trouble? Nosey Flynn said. Not that I heard of. Why?
[Lestrygonians] [8370] yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's
[Lestrygonians] [8371] wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home
[Lestrygonians] [8378] ---He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of
[Lestrygonians] [8398] damn it. By God they did right to keep the women out of it.
[Lestrygonians] [8406] her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the saint Legers of
[Lestrygonians] [8456] --Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne? he said.
[Lestrygonians] [8493] --Prrwht! Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Mr Byrne, sir, we'll take two of
[Lestrygonians] [8508] Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything with that invention of his?
[Lestrygonians] [8513] He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars:
[Lestrygonians] [8524] Bare clean closestools waiting in the window of William Miller, plumber,
[Lestrygonians] [8526] swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after, tour round the
[Lestrygonians] [8527] body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of
[Lestrygonians] [8548] Could buy one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her new
[Lestrygonians] [8559] Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts and
[Lestrygonians] [8561] OF ROME? BIRDS' NEST. Women run him. They say they used to give pauper
[Lestrygonians] [8562] children soup to change to protestants in the time of the potato blight.
[Lestrygonians] [8563] Society over the way papa went to for the conversion of poor jews. Same
[Lestrygonians] [8564] bait. Why we left the church of Rome.
[Lestrygonians] [8602] has a name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs: tired drudge
[Lestrygonians] [8603] get his doze. That's right. Clear. Behind a bull: in front of a horse.
[Lestrygonians] [8614] Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a flatcut suit of herringbone
[Lestrygonians] [8616] Must have felt it. See things in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of
[Lestrygonians] [8617] volume. Weight or size of it, something blacker than the dark. Wonder
[Lestrygonians] [8618] would he feel it if something was removed. Feel a gap. Queer idea of
[Lestrygonians] [8628] Of course the other senses are more. Embroider. Plait baskets. People
[Lestrygonians] [8632] Sense of smell must be stronger too. Smells on all sides, bunched
[Lestrygonians] [8640] all on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his mind's eye.
[Lestrygonians] [8644] white skin. Different feel perhaps. Feeling of white.
[Lestrygonians] [8651] his ears. Again. Fibres of fine fine straw. Then gently his finger felt
[Lestrygonians] [8652] the skin of his right cheek. Downy hair there too. Not smooth enough. The
[Lestrygonians] [8658] trousers and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his
[Lestrygonians] [8668] dear, dear. Pity, of course: but somehow you can't cotton on to them
[Lestrygonians] [8673] magnum. Tales of the bench and assizes and annals of the bluecoat school.
[Lestrygonians] [8676] Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder's court. Wellmeaning old
[Lestrygonians] [8684] Sixteenth. Today it is. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. THE
[Lestrygonians] [8704] The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold statues:
[Lestrygonians] [8711] His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Sir Thomas
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8741] --And we have, have we not, those priceless pages of WILHELM MEISTER. A
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8743] a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as one sees in real life.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8765] elder's gall, to write PARADISE LOST at your dictation? THE SORROWS OF
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8783] a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8795] one more to hail him: AVE, RABBI: the Tinahely twelve. In the shadow of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8807] --All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8809] Clergymen's discussions of the historicity of Jesus. Art has to reveal to
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8811] of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. The painting of Gustave
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8812] Moreau is the painting of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8813] of Hamlet bring our minds into contact with the eternal wisdom, Plato's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8814] world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8829] man. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the beautiful, the Logos who suffers in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8833] Dunlop, Judge, the noblest Roman of them all, A.E., Arval, the Name
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8835] secret to adepts. Brothers of the great white lodge always watching to
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8836] see if they can help. The Christ with the bridesister, moisture of light,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8837] born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the plane of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8843] naughtn't when a lady's ashowing of her elemental.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8849] the afterlife of his princely soul, the improbable, insignificant and
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8857] --Which of the two, Stephen asked, would have banished me from his
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8860] Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of allhorse.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8861] Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8863] smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after Blake's
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8864] buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a shadow.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8874] you know, about Hyde's LOVESONGS OF CONNACHT. I couldn't bring him in to
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8887] twinkling stone. An emerald set in the ring of the sea.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8889] --People do not know how dangerous lovesongs can be, the auric egg of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8891] world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8893] mother. The rarefied air of the academy and the arena produce the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8895] of corruption in Mallarme but the desirable life is revealed only to the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8896] poor of heart, the life of Homer's Phaeacians.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8903] READING THE BOOK OF HIMSELF. He describes HAMLET given in a French town,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8918] of view. HAMLET OU ...
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8927] Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8929] --A deathsman of the soul Robert Greene called him, Stephen said. Not for
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8933] bloodboltered shambles in act five is a forecast of the concentration
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8959] into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8968] --It is this hour of a day in mid June, Stephen said, begging with a
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8978] chivying her game of cygnets towards the rushes. The swan of Avon has
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8981] Composition of place. Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me!
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8984] castoff mail of a court buck, a wellset man with a bass voice. It is the
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8986] has studied HAMLET all the years of his life which were not vanity in
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8987] order to play the part of the spectre. He speaks the words to Burbage,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8988] the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth,
[Scylla and Charybdis] [8993] bidding him list. To a son he speaks, the son of his