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1 ULYSSES
2
3 by James Joyce
4
5
6
7
8 -- I --
9
10 Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of
11 lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown,
12 ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He
13 held the bowl aloft and intoned:
14
15 --_Introibo ad altare Dei_.
16
17 Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
18
19 --Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!
20
21 Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about
22 and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the
23 awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent
24 towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat
25 and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned
26 his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking
27 gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light
28 untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.
29
30 Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the
31 bowl smartly.
32
33 --Back to barracks! he said sternly.
34
35 He added in a preacher's tone:
36
37 --For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul
38 and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One
39 moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.
40
41 He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused
42 awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there
43 with gold points. Chrysostomos. Two strong shrill whistles answered
44 through the calm.
45
46 --Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off
47 the current, will you?
48
49 He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering
50 about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and
51 sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages.
52 A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips.
53
54 --The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!
55
56 He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,
57 laughing to himself. Stephen Dedalus stepped up, followed him wearily
58 halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as
59 he propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and
60 lathered cheeks and neck.
61
62 Buck Mulligan's gay voice went on.
63
64 --My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls. But it has a
65 Hellenic ring, hasn't it? Tripping and sunny like the buck himself.
66 We must go to Athens. Will you come if I can get the aunt to fork out
67 twenty quid?
68
69 He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried:
70
71 --Will he come? The jejune jesuit!
72
73 Ceasing, he began to shave with care.
74
75 --Tell me, Mulligan, Stephen said quietly.
76
77 --Yes, my love?
78
79 --How long is Haines going to stay in this tower?
80
81 Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.
82
83 --God, isn't he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He thinks
84 you're not a gentleman. God, these bloody English! Bursting with money
85 and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You know, Dedalus, you
86 have the real Oxford manner. He can't make you out. O, my name for you
87 is the best: Kinch, the knife-blade.
88
89 He shaved warily over his chin.
90
91 --He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. Where is
92 his guncase?
93
94 --A woful lunatic! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk?
95
96 --I was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the dark
97 with a man I don't know raving and moaning to himself about shooting a
98 black panther. You saved men from drowning. I'm not a hero, however. If
99 he stays on here I am off.
100
101 Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped down
102 from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.
103
104 --Scutter! he cried thickly.
105
106 He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper
107 pocket, said:
108
109 --Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.
110
111 Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a
112 dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly.
113 Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said:
114
115 --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.
116 You can almost taste it, can't you?
117
118 He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair
119 oakpale hair stirring slightly.
120
121 --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a grey
122 sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. _Epi oinopa
123 ponton_. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them
124 in the original. _Thalatta! Thalatta_! She is our great sweet mother.
125 Come and look.
126
127 Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked
128 down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of
129 Kingstown.
130
131 --Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said.
132
133 He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's
134 face.
135
136 --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't
137 let me have anything to do with you.
138
139 --Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily.
140
141 --You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother
142 asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to
143 think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and
144 pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you...
145
146 He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant
147 smile curled his lips.
148
149 --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest
150 mummer of them all!
151
152 He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.
153
154 Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against
155 his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coat-sleeve.
156 Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in
157 a dream she had come to him after her death, her wasted body within its
158 loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her
159 breath, that had bent upon him, mute, reproachful, a faint odour of
160 wetted ashes. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a
161 great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him. The ring of bay
162 and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china had
163 stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had
164 torn up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.
165
166 Buck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade.
167
168 --Ah, poor dogsbody! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt
169 and a few noserags. How are the secondhand breeks?
170
171 --They fit well enough, Stephen answered.
172
173 Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip.
174
175 --The mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God
176 knows what poxy bowsy left them off. I have a lovely pair with a hair
177 stripe, grey. You'll look spiffing in them. I'm not joking, Kinch. You
178 look damn well when you're dressed.
179
180 --Thanks, Stephen said. I can't wear them if they are grey.
181
182 --He can't wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror.
183 Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey
184 trousers.
185
186 He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the
187 smooth skin.
188
189 Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its
190 smokeblue mobile eyes.
191
192 --That fellow I was with in the Ship last night, said Buck Mulligan,
193 says you have g.p.i. He's up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman. General
194 paralysis of the insane!
195
196 He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad
197 in sunlight now radiant on the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and
198 the edges of his white glittering teeth. Laughter seized all his strong
199 wellknit trunk.
200
201 --Look at yourself, he said, you dreadful bard!
202
203 Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft by
204 a crooked crack. Hair on end. As he and others see me. Who chose this
205 face for me? This dogsbody to rid of vermin. It asks me too.
206
207 --I pinched it out of the skivvy's room, Buck Mulligan said. It does her
208 all right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi. Lead
209 him not into temptation. And her name is Ursula.
210
211 Laughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes.
212
213 --The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If
214 Wilde were only alive to see you!
215
216 Drawing back and pointing, Stephen said with bitterness:
217
218 --It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.
219
220 Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with him
221 round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he
222 had thrust them.
223
224 --It's not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, is it? he said kindly.
225 God knows you have more spirit than any of them.
226
227 Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The
228 cold steelpen.
229
230 --Cracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that to the oxy chap
231 downstairs and touch him for a guinea. He's stinking with money and
232 thinks you're not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by selling
233 jalap to Zulus or some bloody swindle or other. God, Kinch, if you and I
234 could only work together we might do something for the island. Hellenise
235 it.
236
237 Cranly's arm. His arm.
238
239 --And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one
240 that knows what you are. Why don't you trust me more? What have you
241 up your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I'll
242 bring down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they gave
243 Clive Kempthorpe.
244
245 Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. Palefaces:
246 they hold their ribs with laughter, one clasping another. O, I shall
247 expire! Break the news to her gently, Aubrey! I shall die! With slit
248 ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the
249 table, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the
250 tailor's shears. A scared calf's face gilded with marmalade. I don't
251 want to be debagged! Don't you play the giddy ox with me!
252
253 Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf
254 gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, pushes his mower
255 on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.
256
257 To ourselves... new paganism... omphalos.
258
259 --Let him stay, Stephen said. There's nothing wrong with him except at
260 night.
261
262 --Then what is it? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I'm
263 quite frank with you. What have you against me now?
264
265 They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the
266 water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm quietly.
267
268 --Do you wish me to tell you? he asked.
269
270 --Yes, what is it? Buck Mulligan answered. I don't remember anything.
271
272 He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow,
273 fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of
274 anxiety in his eyes.
275
276 Stephen, depressed by his own voice, said:
277
278 --Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my mother's
279 death?
280
281 Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said:
282
283 --What? Where? I can't remember anything. I remember only ideas and
284 sensations. Why? What happened in the name of God?
285
286 --You were making tea, Stephen said, and went across the landing to
287 get more hot water. Your mother and some visitor came out of the
288 drawingroom. She asked you who was in your room.
289
290 --Yes? Buck Mulligan said. What did I say? I forget.
291
292 --You said, Stephen answered, _O, it's only Dedalus whose mother is
293 beastly dead._
294
295 A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck
296 Mulligan's cheek.
297
298 --Did I say that? he asked. Well? What harm is that?
299
300 He shook his constraint from him nervously.
301
302 --And what is death, he asked, your mother's or yours or my own? You
303 saw only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and
304 Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom. It's a beastly
305 thing and nothing else. It simply doesn't matter. You wouldn't kneel
306 down to pray for your mother on her deathbed when she asked you. Why?
307 Because you have the cursed jesuit strain in you, only it's injected the
308 wrong way. To me it's all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral lobes
309 are not functioning. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks
310 buttercups off the quilt. Humour her till it's over. You crossed her
311 last wish in death and yet you sulk with me because I don't whinge like
312 some hired mute from Lalouette's. Absurd! I suppose I did say it. I
313 didn't mean to offend the memory of your mother.
314
315 He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping
316 wounds which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly:
317
318 --I am not thinking of the offence to my mother.
319
320 --Of what then? Buck Mulligan asked.
321
322 --Of the offence to me, Stephen answered.
323
324 Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel.
325
326 --O, an impossible person! he exclaimed.
327
328 He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post,
329 gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Sea and headland now grew
330 dim. Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight, and he felt
331 the fever of his cheeks.
332
333 A voice within the tower called loudly:
334
335 --Are you up there, Mulligan?
336
337 --I'm coming, Buck Mulligan answered.
338
339 He turned towards Stephen and said:
340
341 --Look at the sea. What does it care about offences? Chuck Loyola,
342 Kinch, and come on down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.
343
344 His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level
345 with the roof:
346
347 --Don't mope over it all day, he said. I'm inconsequent. Give up the
348 moody brooding.
349
350 His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of
351 the stairhead:
352
353 _And no more turn aside and brood
354 Upon love's bitter mystery
355 For Fergus rules the brazen cars._
356
357
358 Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the
359 stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of
360 water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of
361 the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the
362 harpstrings, merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words
363 shimmering on the dim tide.
364
365 A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in
366 deeper green. It lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters. Fergus' song:
367 I sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords. Her
368 door was open: she wanted to hear my music. Silent with awe and pity
369 I went to her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those
370 words, Stephen: love's bitter mystery.
371
372 Where now?
373
374 Her secrets: old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with musk,
375 a gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. A birdcage hung in the sunny
376 window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce sing in the
377 pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others when he sang:
378
379 _I am the boy
380 That can enjoy
381 Invisibility._
382
383
384 Phantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed.
385
386 _And no more turn aside and brood._
387
388
389 Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset his
390 brooding brain. Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had
391 approached the sacrament. A cored apple, filled with brown sugar,
392 roasting for her at the hob on a dark autumn evening. Her shapely
393 fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children's
394 shirts.
395
396 In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its
397 loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath,
398 bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes.
399
400 Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On me
401 alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured
402 face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on
403 their knees. Her eyes on me to strike me down. _Liliata rutilantium te
404 confessorum turma circumdet: iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat._
405
406 Ghoul! Chewer of corpses!
407
408 No, mother! Let me be and let me live.
409
410 --Kinch ahoy!
411
412 Buck Mulligan's voice sang from within the tower. It came nearer up the
413 staircase, calling again. Stephen, still trembling at his soul's cry,
414 heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly words.
415
416 --Dedalus, come down, like a good mosey. Breakfast is ready. Haines is
417 apologising for waking us last night. It's all right.
418
419 --I'm coming, Stephen said, turning.
420
421 --Do, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan said. For my sake and for all our
422 sakes.
423
424 His head disappeared and reappeared.
425
426 --I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch
427 him for a quid, will you? A guinea, I mean.
428
429 --I get paid this morning, Stephen said.
430
431 --The school kip? Buck Mulligan said. How much? Four quid? Lend us one.
432
433 --If you want it, Stephen said.
434
435 --Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan cried with delight. We'll
436 have a glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent
437 sovereigns.
438
439 He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of
440 tune with a Cockney accent:
441
442 _O, won't we have a merry time,
443 Drinking whisky, beer and wine!
444 On coronation,
445 Coronation day!
446 O, won't we have a merry time
447 On coronation day!_
448
449
450 Warm sunshine merrying over the sea. The nickel shavingbowl shone,
451 forgotten, on the parapet. Why should I bring it down? Or leave it there
452 all day, forgotten friendship?
453
454 He went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness,
455 smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck.
456 So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and
457 yet the same. A servant too. A server of a servant.
458
459 In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan's gowned form
460 moved briskly to and fro about the hearth, hiding and revealing its
461 yellow glow. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor
462 from the high barbacans: and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of
463 coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning.
464
465 --We'll be choked, Buck Mulligan said. Haines, open that door, will you?
466
467 Stephen laid the shavingbowl on the locker. A tall figure rose from the
468 hammock where it had been sitting, went to the doorway and pulled open
469 the inner doors.
470
471 --Have you the key? a voice asked.
472
473 --Dedalus has it, Buck Mulligan said. Janey Mack, I'm choked!
474
475 He howled, without looking up from the fire:
476
477 --Kinch!
478
479 --It's in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.
480
481 The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been
482 set ajar, welcome light and bright air entered. Haines stood at the
483 doorway, looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and
484 sat down to wait. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside
485 him. Then he carried the dish and a large teapot over to the table, set
486 them down heavily and sighed with relief.
487
488 --I'm melting, he said, as the candle remarked when... But, hush! Not a
489 word more on that subject! Kinch, wake up! Bread, butter, honey. Haines,
490 come in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts.
491 Where's the sugar? O, jay, there's no milk.
492
493 Stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler from
494 the locker. Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.
495
496 --What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.
497
498 --We can drink it black, Stephen said thirstily. There's a lemon in the
499 locker.
500
501 --O, damn you and your Paris fads! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove
502 milk.
503
504 Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly:
505
506 --That woman is coming up with the milk.
507
508 --The blessings of God on you! Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from his
509 chair. Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in the bag. Here,
510 I can't go fumbling at the damned eggs.
511
512 He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three
513 plates, saying:
514
515 --_In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti._
516
517 Haines sat down to pour out the tea.
518
519 --I'm giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you do
520 make strong tea, don't you?
521
522 Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old woman's
523 wheedling voice:
524
525 --When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I
526 makes water I makes water.
527
528 --By Jove, it is tea, Haines said.
529
530 Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling:
531
532 --_So I do, Mrs Cahill,_ says she. _Begob, ma'am,_ says Mrs Cahill, _God
533 send you don't make them in the one pot._
534
535 He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled
536 on his knife.
537
538 --That's folk, he said very earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five
539 lines of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of
540 Dundrum. Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.
541
542 He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his
543 brows:
544
545 --Can you recall, brother, is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken
546 of in the Mabinogion or is it in the Upanishads?
547
548 --I doubt it, said Stephen gravely.
549
550 --Do you now? Buck Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasons, pray?
551
552 --I fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the
553 Mabinogion. Mother Grogan was, one imagines, a kinswoman of Mary Ann.
554
555 Buck Mulligan's face smiled with delight.
556
557 --Charming! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth
558 and blinking his eyes pleasantly. Do you think she was? Quite charming!
559
560 Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a hoarsened
561 rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf:
562
563 _--For old Mary Ann
564 She doesn't care a damn.
565 But, hising up her petticoats..._
566
567
568 He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.
569
570 The doorway was darkened by an entering form.
571
572 --The milk, sir!
573
574 --Come in, ma'am, Mulligan said. Kinch, get the jug.
575
576 An old woman came forward and stood by Stephen's elbow.
577
578 --That's a lovely morning, sir, she said. Glory be to God.
579
580 --To whom? Mulligan said, glancing at her. Ah, to be sure!
581
582 Stephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker.
583
584 --The islanders, Mulligan said to Haines casually, speak frequently of
585 the collector of prepuces.
586
587 --How much, sir? asked the old woman.
588
589 --A quart, Stephen said.
590
591 He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white
592 milk, not hers. Old shrunken paps. She poured again a measureful and
593 a tilly. Old and secret she had entered from a morning world, maybe
594 a messenger. She praised the goodness of the milk, pouring it out.
595 Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her
596 toadstool, her wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs. They lowed
597 about her whom they knew, dewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine and poor old
598 woman, names given her in old times. A wandering crone, lowly form of
599 an immortal serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer, their common
600 cuckquean, a messenger from the secret morning. To serve or to upbraid,
601 whether he could not tell: but scorned to beg her favour.
602
603 --It is indeed, ma'am, Buck Mulligan said, pouring milk into their cups.
604
605 --Taste it, sir, she said.
606
607 He drank at her bidding.
608
609 --If we could live on good food like that, he said to her somewhat
610 loudly, we wouldn't have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten
611 guts. Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with
612 dust, horsedung and consumptives' spits.
613
614 --Are you a medical student, sir? the old woman asked.
615
616 --I am, ma'am, Buck Mulligan answered.
617
618 --Look at that now, she said.
619
620 Stephen listened in scornful silence. She bows her old head to a voice
621 that speaks to her loudly, her bonesetter, her medicineman: me she
622 slights. To the voice that will shrive and oil for the grave all there
623 is of her but her woman's unclean loins, of man's flesh made not in
624 God's likeness, the serpent's prey. And to the loud voice that now bids
625 her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes.
626
627 --Do you understand what he says? Stephen asked her.
628
629 --Is it French you are talking, sir? the old woman said to Haines.
630
631 Haines spoke to her again a longer speech, confidently.
632
633 --Irish, Buck Mulligan said. Is there Gaelic on you?
634
635 --I thought it was Irish, she said, by the sound of it. Are you from the
636 west, sir?
637
638 --I am an Englishman, Haines answered.
639
640 --He's English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak
641 Irish in Ireland.
642
643 --Sure we ought to, the old woman said, and I'm ashamed I don't speak
644 the language myself. I'm told it's a grand language by them that knows.
645
646 --Grand is no name for it, said Buck Mulligan. Wonderful entirely. Fill
647 us out some more tea, Kinch. Would you like a cup, ma'am?
648
649 --No, thank you, sir, the old woman said, slipping the ring of the
650 milkcan on her forearm and about to go.
651
652 Haines said to her:
653
654 --Have you your bill? We had better pay her, Mulligan, hadn't we?
655
656 Stephen filled again the three cups.
657
658 --Bill, sir? she said, halting. Well, it's seven mornings a pint at
659 twopence is seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three
660 mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling. That's a
661 shilling and one and two is two and two, sir.
662
663 Buck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust thickly
664 buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to search his
665 trouser pockets.
666
667 --Pay up and look pleasant, Haines said to him, smiling.
668
669 Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the
670 thick rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in
671 his fingers and cried:
672
673 --A miracle!
674
675 He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying:
676
677 --Ask nothing more of me, sweet. All I can give you I give.
678
679 Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.
680
681 --We'll owe twopence, he said.
682
683 --Time enough, sir, she said, taking the coin. Time enough. Good
684 morning, sir.
685
686 She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan's tender chant:
687
688 _--Heart of my heart, were it more,
689 More would be laid at your feet._
690
691
692 He turned to Stephen and said:
693
694 --Seriously, Dedalus. I'm stony. Hurry out to your school kip and bring
695 us back some money. Today the bards must drink and junket. Ireland
696 expects that every man this day will do his duty.
697
698 --That reminds me, Haines said, rising, that I have to visit your
699 national library today.
700
701 --Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said.
702
703 He turned to Stephen and asked blandly:
704
705 --Is this the day for your monthly wash, Kinch?
706
707 Then he said to Haines:
708
709 --The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month.
710
711 --All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he let honey
712 trickle over a slice of the loaf.
713
714 Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the
715 loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke:
716
717 --I intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.
718
719 Speaking to me. They wash and tub and scrub. Agenbite of inwit.
720 Conscience. Yet here's a spot.
721
722 --That one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol
723 of Irish art is deuced good.
724
725 Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table and said with warmth
726 of tone:
727
728 --Wait till you hear him on Hamlet, Haines.
729
730 --Well, I mean it, Haines said, still speaking to Stephen. I was just
731 thinking of it when that poor old creature came in.
732
733 --Would I make any money by it? Stephen asked.
734
735 Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of
736 the hammock, said:
737
738 --I don't know, I'm sure.
739
740 He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen and
741 said with coarse vigour:
742
743 --You put your hoof in it now. What did you say that for?
744
745 --Well? Stephen said. The problem is to get money. From whom? From the
746 milkwoman or from him. It's a toss up, I think.
747
748 --I blow him out about you, Buck Mulligan said, and then you come along
749 with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.
750
751 --I see little hope, Stephen said, from her or from him.
752
753 Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen's arm.
754
755 --From me, Kinch, he said.
756
757 In a suddenly changed tone he added:
758
759 --To tell you the God's truth I think you're right. Damn all else they
760 are good for. Why don't you play them as I do? To hell with them all.
761 Let us get out of the kip.
762
763 He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown, saying
764 resignedly:
765
766 --Mulligan is stripped of his garments.
767
768 He emptied his pockets on to the table.
769
770 --There's your snotrag, he said.
771
772 And putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them,
773 chiding them, and to his dangling watchchain. His hands plunged and
774 rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief. God,
775 we'll simply have to dress the character. I want puce gloves and
776 green boots. Contradiction. Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I
777 contradict myself. Mercurial Malachi. A limp black missile flew out of
778 his talking hands.
779
780 --And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.
781
782 Stephen picked it up and put it on. Haines called to them from the
783 doorway:
784
785 --Are you coming, you fellows?
786
787 --I'm ready, Buck Mulligan answered, going towards the door. Come out,
788 Kinch. You have eaten all we left, I suppose. Resigned he passed out
789 with grave words and gait, saying, wellnigh with sorrow:
790
791 --And going forth he met Butterly.
792
793 Stephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out
794 and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to the slow iron door and
795 locked it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket.
796
797 At the foot of the ladder Buck Mulligan asked:
798
799 --Did you bring the key?
800
801 --I have it, Stephen said, preceding them.
802
803 He walked on. Behind him he heard Buck Mulligan club with his heavy
804 bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.
805
806 --Down, sir! How dare you, sir!
807
808 Haines asked:
809
810 --Do you pay rent for this tower?
811
812 --Twelve quid, Buck Mulligan said.
813
814 --To the secretary of state for war, Stephen added over his shoulder.
815
816 They halted while Haines surveyed the tower and said at last:
817
818 --Rather bleak in wintertime, I should say. Martello you call it?
819
820 --Billy Pitt had them built, Buck Mulligan said, when the French were on
821 the sea. But ours is the _omphalos_.
822
823 --What is your idea of Hamlet? Haines asked Stephen.
824
825 --No, no, Buck Mulligan shouted in pain. I'm not equal to Thomas Aquinas
826 and the fiftyfive reasons he has made out to prop it up. Wait till I
827 have a few pints in me first.
828
829 He turned to Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his
830 primrose waistcoat:
831
832 --You couldn't manage it under three pints, Kinch, could you?
833
834 --It has waited so long, Stephen said listlessly, it can wait longer.
835
836 --You pique my curiosity, Haines said amiably. Is it some paradox?
837
838 --Pooh! Buck Mulligan said. We have grown out of Wilde and paradoxes.
839 It's quite simple. He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is
840 Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own
841 father.
842
843 --What? Haines said, beginning to point at Stephen. He himself?
844
845 Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending in
846 loose laughter, said to Stephen's ear:
847
848 --O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!
849
850 --We're always tired in the morning, Stephen said to Haines. And it is
851 rather long to tell.
852
853 Buck Mulligan, walking forward again, raised his hands.
854
855 --The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said.
856
857 --I mean to say, Haines explained to Stephen as they followed, this
858 tower and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore. _That beetles
859 o'er his base into the sea,_ isn't it?
860
861 Buck Mulligan turned suddenly for an instant towards Stephen but did
862 not speak. In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in
863 cheap dusty mourning between their gay attires.
864
865 --It's a wonderful tale, Haines said, bringing them to halt again.
866
867 Eyes, pale as the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent.
868 The seas' ruler, he gazed southward over the bay, empty save for the
869 smokeplume of the mailboat vague on the bright skyline and a sail
870 tacking by the Muglins.
871
872 --I read a theological interpretation of it somewhere, he said bemused.
873 The Father and the Son idea. The Son striving to be atoned with the
874 Father.
875
876 Buck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He looked
877 at them, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes, from which he had
878 suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. He moved
879 a doll's head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and
880 began to chant in a quiet happy foolish voice:
881
882 _--I'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard.
883 My mother's a jew, my father's a bird.
884 With Joseph the joiner I cannot agree.
885 So here's to disciples and Calvary._
886
887
888 He held up a forefinger of warning.
889
890 _--If anyone thinks that I amn't divine
891 He'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wine
892 But have to drink water and wish it were plain
893 That i make when the wine becomes water again._
894
895
896 He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running forward
897 to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like fins or
898 wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted:
899
900 _--Goodbye, now, goodbye! Write down all I said
901 And tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the dead.
902 What's bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly
903 And Olivet's breezy... Goodbye, now, goodbye!_
904
905
906 He capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering his
907 winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury's hat quivering in the fresh
908 wind that bore back to them his brief birdsweet cries.
909
910 Haines, who had been laughing guardedly, walked on beside Stephen and
911 said:
912
913 --We oughtn't to laugh, I suppose. He's rather blasphemous. I'm not a
914 believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of
915 it somehow, doesn't it? What did he call it? Joseph the Joiner?
916
917 --The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered.
918
919 --O, Haines said, you have heard it before?
920
921 --Three times a day, after meals, Stephen said drily.
922
923 --You're not a believer, are you? Haines asked. I mean, a believer in
924 the narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a
925 personal God.
926
927 --There's only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said.
928
929 Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a
930 green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.
931
932 --Thank you, Stephen said, taking a cigarette.
933
934 Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his
935 sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang
936 it open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk
937 towards Stephen in the shell of his hands.
938
939 --Yes, of course, he said, as they went on again. Either you believe
940 or you don't, isn't it? Personally I couldn't stomach that idea of a
941 personal God. You don't stand for that, I suppose?
942
943 --You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible
944 example of free thought.
945
946 He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his
947 side. Its ferrule followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels.
948 My familiar, after me, calling, Steeeeeeeeeeeephen! A wavering line
949 along the path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark.
950 He wants that key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt
951 bread. Give him the key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his
952 eyes.
953
954 --After all, Haines began...
955
956 Stephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him was not
957 all unkind.
958
959 --After all, I should think you are able to free yourself. You are your
960 own master, it seems to me.
961
962 --I am a servant of two masters, Stephen said, an English and an
963 Italian.
964
965 --Italian? Haines said.
966
967 A crazy queen, old and jealous. Kneel down before me.
968
969 --And a third, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs.
970
971 --Italian? Haines said again. What do you mean?
972
973 --The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and
974 the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church.
975
976 Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he
977 spoke.
978
979 --I can quite understand that, he said calmly. An Irishman must think
980 like that, I daresay. We feel in England that we have treated you rather
981 unfairly. It seems history is to blame.
982
983 The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph
984 of their brazen bells: _et unam sanctam catholicam et apostolicam
985 ecclesiam:_ the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own
986 rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars. Symbol of the apostles in the
987 mass for pope Marcellus, the voices blended, singing alone loud in
988 affirmation: and behind their chant the vigilant angel of the church
989 militant disarmed and menaced her heresiarchs. A horde of heresies
990 fleeing with mitres awry: Photius and the brood of mockers of
991 whom Mulligan was one, and Arius, warring his life long upon the
992 consubstantiality of the Son with the Father, and Valentine, spurning
993 Christ's terrene body, and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who
994 held that the Father was Himself His own Son. Words Mulligan had spoken
995 a moment since in mockery to the stranger. Idle mockery. The void
996 awaits surely all them that weave the wind: a menace, a disarming and a
997 worsting from those embattled angels of the church, Michael's host,
998 who defend her ever in the hour of conflict with their lances and their
999 shields.
1000
1001 Hear, hear! Prolonged applause. _Zut! Nom de Dieu!_
1002
1003 --Of course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, and I feel as one. I
1004 don't want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews either.
1005 That's our national problem, I'm afraid, just now.
1006
1007 Two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman, boatman.
1008
1009 --She's making for Bullock harbour.
1010
1011 The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.
1012
1013 --There's five fathoms out there, he said. It'll be swept up that way
1014 when the tide comes in about one. It's nine days today.
1015
1016 The man that was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay waiting
1017 for a swollen bundle to bob up, roll over to the sun a puffy face,
1018 saltwhite. Here I am.
1019
1020 They followed the winding path down to the creek. Buck Mulligan stood on
1021 a stone, in shirtsleeves, his unclipped tie rippling over his shoulder.
1022 A young man clinging to a spur of rock near him, moved slowly frogwise
1023 his green legs in the deep jelly of the water.
1024
1025 --Is the brother with you, Malachi?
1026
1027 --Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons.
1028
1029 --Still there? I got a card from Bannon. Says he found a sweet young
1030 thing down there. Photo girl he calls her.
1031
1032 --Snapshot, eh? Brief exposure.
1033
1034 Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots. An elderly man shot up near
1035 the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones,
1036 water glistening on his pate and on its garland of grey hair, water
1037 rilling over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black
1038 sagging loincloth.
1039
1040 Buck Mulligan made way for him to scramble past and, glancing at Haines
1041 and Stephen, crossed himself piously with his thumbnail at brow and lips
1042 and breastbone.
1043
1044 --Seymour's back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur of
1045 rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.
1046
1047 --Ah, go to God! Buck Mulligan said.
1048
1049 --Going over next week to stew. You know that red Carlisle girl, Lily?
1050
1051 --Yes.
1052
1053 --Spooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with
1054 money.
1055
1056 --Is she up the pole?
1057
1058 --Better ask Seymour that.
1059
1060 --Seymour a bleeding officer! Buck Mulligan said.
1061
1062 He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying
1063 tritely:
1064
1065 --Redheaded women buck like goats.
1066
1067 He broke off in alarm, feeling his side under his flapping shirt.
1068
1069 --My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I'm the _Uebermensch._ Toothless
1070 Kinch and I, the supermen.
1071
1072 He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his
1073 clothes lay.
1074
1075 --Are you going in here, Malachi?
1076
1077 --Yes. Make room in the bed.
1078
1079 The young man shoved himself backward through the water and reached
1080 the middle of the creek in two long clean strokes. Haines sat down on a
1081 stone, smoking.
1082
1083 --Are you not coming in? Buck Mulligan asked.
1084
1085 --Later on, Haines said. Not on my breakfast.
1086
1087 Stephen turned away.
1088
1089 --I'm going, Mulligan, he said.
1090
1091 --Give us that key, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said, to keep my chemise flat.
1092
1093 Stephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped
1094 clothes.
1095
1096 --And twopence, he said, for a pint. Throw it there.
1097
1098 Stephen threw two pennies on the soft heap. Dressing, undressing. Buck
1099 Mulligan erect, with joined hands before him, said solemnly:
1100
1101 --He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake
1102 Zarathustra.
1103
1104 His plump body plunged.
1105
1106 --We'll see you again, Haines said, turning as Stephen walked up the
1107 path and smiling at wild Irish.
1108
1109 Horn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon.
1110
1111 --The Ship, Buck Mulligan cried. Half twelve.
1112
1113 --Good, Stephen said.
1114
1115 He walked along the upwardcurving path.
1116
1117 _Liliata rutilantium.
1118 Turma circumdet.
1119 Iubilantium te virginum._
1120
1121
1122 The priest's grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. I will
1123 not sleep here tonight. Home also I cannot go.
1124
1125 A voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to him from the sea. Turning
1126 the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head, a
1127 seal's, far out on the water, round.
1128
1129 Usurper.
1130
1131
1132
1133 --You, Cochrane, what city sent for him?
1134
1135 --Tarentum, sir.
1136
1137 --Very good. Well?
1138
1139 --There was a battle, sir.
1140
1141 --Very good. Where?
1142
1143 The boy's blank face asked the blank window.
1144
1145 Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as
1146 memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings
1147 of excess. I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling
1148 masonry, and time one livid final flame. What's left us then?
1149
1150 --I forget the place, sir. 279 B. C.
1151
1152 --Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the
1153 gorescarred book.
1154
1155 --Yes, sir. And he said: _Another victory like that and we are done
1156 for._
1157
1158 That phrase the world had remembered. A dull ease of the mind. From
1159 a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his officers,
1160 leaned upon his spear. Any general to any officers. They lend ear.
1161
1162 --You, Armstrong, Stephen said. What was the end of Pyrrhus?
1163
1164 --End of Pyrrhus, sir?
1165
1166 --I know, sir. Ask me, sir, Comyn said.
1167
1168 --Wait. You, Armstrong. Do you know anything about Pyrrhus?
1169
1170 A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. He curled them
1171 between his palms at whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to
1172 the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy's breath. Welloff people, proud
1173 that their eldest son was in the navy. Vico road, Dalkey.
1174
1175 --Pyrrhus, sir? Pyrrhus, a pier.
1176
1177 All laughed. Mirthless high malicious laughter. Armstrong looked round
1178 at his classmates, silly glee in profile. In a moment they will laugh
1179 more loudly, aware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas pay.
1180
1181 --Tell me now, Stephen said, poking the boy's shoulder with the book,
1182 what is a pier.
1183
1184 --A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of a
1185 bridge. Kingstown pier, sir.
1186
1187 Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back bench
1188 whispered. Yes. They knew: had never learned nor ever been innocent.
1189 All. With envy he watched their faces: Edith, Ethel, Gerty, Lily. Their
1190 likes: their breaths, too, sweetened with tea and jam, their bracelets
1191 tittering in the struggle.
1192
1193 --Kingstown pier, Stephen said. Yes, a disappointed bridge.
1194
1195 The words troubled their gaze.
1196
1197 --How, sir? Comyn asked. A bridge is across a river.
1198
1199 For Haines's chapbook. No-one here to hear. Tonight deftly amid wild
1200 drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A
1201 jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a
1202 clement master's praise. Why had they chosen all that part? Not wholly
1203 for the smooth caress. For them too history was a tale like any other
1204 too often heard, their land a pawnshop.
1205
1206 Had Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam's hand in Argos or Julius Caesar not
1207 been knifed to death. They are not to be thought away. Time has
1208 branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite
1209 possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing
1210 that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass?
1211 Weave, weaver of the wind.
1212
1213 --Tell us a story, sir.
1214
1215 --O, do, sir. A ghoststory.
1216
1217 --Where do you begin in this? Stephen asked, opening another book.
1218
1219 -_-Weep no more,_ Comyn said.
1220
1221 --Go on then, Talbot.
1222
1223 --And the story, sir?
1224
1225 --After, Stephen said. Go on, Talbot.
1226
1227 A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork
1228 of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text:
1229
1230 _--Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more
1231 For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,
1232 Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor..._
1233
1234
1235 It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible.
1236 Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated
1237 out into the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he
1238 had read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night. By his elbow
1239 a delicate Siamese conned a handbook of strategy. Fed and feeding brains
1240 about me: under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers: and
1241 in my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of
1242 brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of
1243 thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the
1244 soul is the form of forms. Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent: form of
1245 forms.
1246
1247 Talbot repeated:
1248
1249 _--Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves,
1250 Through the dear might..._
1251
1252
1253 --Turn over, Stephen said quietly. I don't see anything.
1254
1255 --What, sir? Talbot asked simply, bending forward.
1256
1257 His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again, having
1258 just remembered. Of him that walked the waves. Here also over these
1259 craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer's heart and lips and
1260 on mine. It lies upon their eager faces who offered him a coin of the
1261 tribute. To Caesar what is Caesar's, to God what is God's. A long
1262 look from dark eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the
1263 church's looms. Ay.
1264
1265 _Riddle me, riddle me, randy ro.
1266 My father gave me seeds to sow._
1267
1268
1269 Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel.
1270
1271 --Have I heard all? Stephen asked.
1272
1273 --Yes, sir. Hockey at ten, sir.
1274
1275 --Half day, sir. Thursday.
1276
1277 --Who can answer a riddle? Stephen asked.
1278
1279 They bundled their books away, pencils clacking, pages rustling.
1280 Crowding together they strapped and buckled their satchels, all gabbling
1281 gaily:
1282
1283 --A riddle, sir? Ask me, sir.
1284
1285 --O, ask me, sir.
1286
1287 --A hard one, sir.
1288
1289 --This is the riddle, Stephen said:
1290
1291 _The cock crew,
1292 The sky was blue:
1293 The bells in heaven
1294 Were striking eleven.
1295 'Tis time for this poor soul
1296 To go to heaven._
1297
1298
1299 What is that?
1300
1301 --What, sir?
1302
1303 --Again, sir. We didn't hear.
1304
1305 Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence
1306 Cochrane said:
1307
1308 --What is it, sir? We give it up.
1309
1310 Stephen, his throat itching, answered:
1311
1312 --The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.
1313
1314 He stood up and gave a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries
1315 echoed dismay.
1316
1317 A stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called:
1318
1319 --Hockey!
1320
1321 They broke asunder, sidling out of their benches, leaping them. Quickly
1322 they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks and
1323 clamour of their boots and tongues.
1324
1325 Sargent who alone had lingered came forward slowly, showing an open
1326 copybook. His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of unreadiness
1327 and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up pleading. On his
1328 cheek, dull and bloodless, a soft stain of ink lay, dateshaped, recent
1329 and damp as a snail's bed.
1330
1331 He held out his copybook. The word _Sums_ was written on the headline.
1332 Beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature with
1333 blind loops and a blot. Cyril Sargent: his name and seal.
1334
1335 --Mr Deasy told me to write them out all again, he said, and show them
1336 to you, sir.
1337
1338 Stephen touched the edges of the book. Futility.
1339
1340 --Do you understand how to do them now? he asked.
1341
1342 --Numbers eleven to fifteen, Sargent answered. Mr Deasy said I was to
1343 copy them off the board, sir.
1344
1345 --Can you do them yourself? Stephen asked.
1346
1347 --No, sir.
1348
1349 Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink, a snail's
1350 bed. Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in her heart.
1351 But for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot,
1352 a squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood drained
1353 from her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in life? His
1354 mother's prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode.
1355 She was no more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire,
1356 an odour of rosewood and wetted ashes. She had saved him from being
1357 trampled underfoot and had gone, scarcely having been. A poor soul
1358 gone to heaven: and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek
1359 of rapine in his fur, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth,
1360 listened, scraped up the earth, listened, scraped and scraped.
1361
1362 Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by algebra
1363 that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. Sargent peered askance
1364 through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the lumberroom: the
1365 hollow knock of a ball and calls from the field.
1366
1367 Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery of
1368 their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes. Give hands,
1369 traverse, bow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the Moors. Gone too from
1370 the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and movement,
1371 flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the world, a
1372 darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.
1373
1374 --Do you understand now? Can you work the second for yourself?
1375
1376 --Yes, sir.
1377
1378 In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. Waiting always for a word
1379 of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a faint hue of
1380 shame flickering behind his dull skin. _Amor matris:_ subjective and
1381 objective genitive. With her weak blood and wheysour milk she had fed
1382 him and hid from sight of others his swaddling bands.
1383
1384 Like him was I, these sloping shoulders, this gracelessness. My
1385 childhood bends beside me. Too far for me to lay a hand there once or
1386 lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent, stony
1387 sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their
1388 tyranny: tyrants, willing to be dethroned.
1389
1390 The sum was done.
1391
1392 --It is very simple, Stephen said as he stood up.
1393
1394 --Yes, sir. Thanks, Sargent answered.
1395
1396 He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
1397 copybook back to his bench.
1398
1399 --You had better get your stick and go out to the others, Stephen said
1400 as he followed towards the door the boy's graceless form.
1401
1402 --Yes, sir.
1403
1404 In the corridor his name was heard, called from the playfield.
1405
1406 --Sargent!
1407
1408 --Run on, Stephen said. Mr Deasy is calling you.
1409
1410 He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the scrappy
1411 field where sharp voices were in strife. They were sorted in teams and
1412 Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet. When
1413 he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to him. He
1414 turned his angry white moustache.
1415
1416 --What is it now? he cried continually without listening.
1417
1418 --Cochrane and Halliday are on the same side, sir, Stephen said.
1419
1420 --Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore
1421 order here.
1422
1423 And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice
1424 cried sternly:
1425
1426 --What is the matter? What is it now?
1427
1428 Their sharp voices cried about him on all sides: their many forms closed
1429 round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed head.
1430
1431 Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded leather
1432 of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here. As it was
1433 in the beginning, is now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart coins,
1434 base treasure of a bog: and ever shall be. And snug in their spooncase
1435 of purple plush, faded, the twelve apostles having preached to all the
1436 gentiles: world without end.
1437
1438 A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his
1439 rare moustache Mr Deasy halted at the table.
1440
1441 --First, our little financial settlement, he said.
1442
1443 He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It
1444 slapped open and he took from it two notes, one of joined halves, and
1445 laid them carefully on the table.
1446
1447 --Two, he said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away.
1448
1449 And now his strongroom for the gold. Stephen's embarrassed hand moved
1450 over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar: whelks and money
1451 cowries and leopard shells: and this, whorled as an emir's turban, and
1452 this, the scallop of saint James. An old pilgrim's hoard, dead treasure,
1453 hollow shells.
1454
1455 A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the soft pile of the tablecloth.
1456
1457 --Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox about in his hand.
1458 These are handy things to have. See. This is for sovereigns. This is for
1459 shillings. Sixpences, halfcrowns. And here crowns. See.
1460
1461 He shot from it two crowns and two shillings.
1462
1463 --Three twelve, he said. I think you'll find that's right.
1464
1465 --Thank you, sir, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy
1466 haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers.
1467
1468 --No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said. You have earned it.
1469
1470 Stephen's hand, free again, went back to the hollow shells. Symbols too
1471 of beauty and of power. A lump in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed and
1472 misery.
1473
1474 --Don't carry it like that, Mr Deasy said. You'll pull it out somewhere
1475 and lose it. You just buy one of these machines. You'll find them very
1476 handy.
1477
1478 Answer something.
1479
1480 --Mine would be often empty, Stephen said.
1481
1482 The same room and hour, the same wisdom: and I the same. Three times
1483 now. Three nooses round me here. Well? I can break them in this instant
1484 if I will.
1485
1486 --Because you don't save, Mr Deasy said, pointing his finger. You don't
1487 know yet what money is. Money is power. When you have lived as long as I
1488 have. I know, I know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say?
1489 _Put but money in thy purse._
1490
1491 --Iago, Stephen murmured.
1492
1493 He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man's stare.
1494
1495 --He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said. He made money. A poet, yes, but
1496 an Englishman too. Do you know what is the pride of the English? Do you
1497 know what is the proudest word you will ever hear from an Englishman's
1498 mouth?
1499
1500 The seas' ruler. His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay: it seems
1501 history is to blame: on me and on my words, unhating.
1502
1503 --That on his empire, Stephen said, the sun never sets.
1504
1505 --Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That's not English. A French Celt said that. He
1506 tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail.
1507
1508 --I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest boast. _I paid
1509 my way._
1510
1511 Good man, good man.
1512
1513 _--I paid my way. I never borrowed a shilling in my life._ Can you feel
1514 that? _I owe nothing._ Can you?
1515
1516 Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one pair brogues, ties.
1517 Curran, ten guineas. McCann, one guinea. Fred Ryan, two shillings.
1518 Temple, two lunches. Russell, one guinea, Cousins, ten shillings, Bob
1519 Reynolds, half a guinea, Koehler, three guineas, Mrs MacKernan, five
1520 weeks' board. The lump I have is useless.
1521
1522 --For the moment, no, Stephen answered.
1523
1524 Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his savingsbox.
1525
1526 --I knew you couldn't, he said joyously. But one day you must feel it.
1527 We are a generous people but we must also be just.
1528
1529 --I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.
1530
1531 Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the mantelpiece at the
1532 shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs: Albert Edward, prince of
1533 Wales.
1534
1535 --You think me an old fogey and an old tory, his thoughtful voice said.
1536 I saw three generations since O'Connell's time. I remember the famine in
1537 '46. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the
1538 union twenty years before O'Connell did or before the prelates of your
1539 communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things.
1540
1541 Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the
1542 splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarse, masked and armed, the
1543 planters' covenant. The black north and true blue bible. Croppies lie
1544 down.
1545
1546 Stephen sketched a brief gesture.
1547
1548 --I have rebel blood in me too, Mr Deasy said. On the spindle side. But
1549 I am descended from sir John Blackwood who voted for the union. We are
1550 all Irish, all kings' sons.
1551
1552 --Alas, Stephen said.
1553
1554 --_Per vias rectas_, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. He voted for
1555 it and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do
1556 so.
1557
1558 _Lal the ral the ra
1559 The rocky road to Dublin._
1560
1561
1562 A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots. Soft day, sir John!
1563 Soft day, your honour!... Day!... Day!... Two topboots jog dangling
1564 on to Dublin. Lal the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy.
1565
1566 --That reminds me, Mr Deasy said. You can do me a favour, Mr Dedalus,
1567 with some of your literary friends. I have a letter here for the press.
1568 Sit down a moment. I have just to copy the end.
1569
1570 He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and read
1571 off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter.
1572
1573 --Sit down. Excuse me, he said over his shoulder, _the dictates of
1574 common sense._ Just a moment.
1575
1576 He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his elbow
1577 and, muttering, began to prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard slowly,
1578 sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.
1579
1580 Stephen seated himself noiselessly before the princely presence. Framed
1581 around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their meek
1582 heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulse, the duke of Westminster's
1583 Shotover, the duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, _prix de Paris_, 1866. Elfin
1584 riders sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their speeds, backing king's
1585 colours, and shouted with the shouts of vanished crowds.
1586
1587 --Full stop, Mr Deasy bade his keys. But prompt ventilation of this
1588 allimportant question...
1589
1590 Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among the
1591 mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and reek
1592 of the canteen, over the motley slush. Fair Rebel! Fair Rebel! Even
1593 money the favourite: ten to one the field. Dicers and thimbleriggers
1594 we hurried by after the hoofs, the vying caps and jackets and past
1595 the meatfaced woman, a butcher's dame, nuzzling thirstily her clove of
1596 orange.
1597
1598 Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a whirring whistle.
1599
1600 Again: a goal. I am among them, among their battling bodies in a medley,
1601 the joust of life. You mean that knockkneed mother's darling who seems
1602 to be slightly crawsick? Jousts. Time shocked rebounds, shock by shock.
1603 Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the frozen deathspew of the slain,
1604 a shout of spearspikes baited with men's bloodied guts.
1605
1606 --Now then, Mr Deasy said, rising.
1607
1608 He came to the table, pinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up.
1609
1610 --I have put the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy said. It's about
1611 the foot and mouth disease. Just look through it. There can be no two
1612 opinions on the matter.
1613
1614 May I trespass on your valuable space. That doctrine of _laissez faire_
1615 which so often in our history. Our cattle trade. The way of all our old
1616 industries. Liverpool ring which jockeyed the Galway harbour scheme.
1617 European conflagration. Grain supplies through the narrow waters of
1618 the channel. The pluterperfect imperturbability of the department of
1619 agriculture. Pardoned a classical allusion. Cassandra. By a woman who
1620 was no better than she should be. To come to the point at issue.
1621
1622 --I don't mince words, do I? Mr Deasy asked as Stephen read on.
1623
1624 Foot and mouth disease. Known as Koch's preparation. Serum and virus.
1625 Percentage of salted horses. Rinderpest. Emperor's horses at Murzsteg,
1626 lower Austria. Veterinary surgeons. Mr Henry Blackwood Price. Courteous
1627 offer a fair trial. Dictates of common sense. Allimportant question. In
1628 every sense of the word take the bull by the horns. Thanking you for the
1629 hospitality of your columns.
1630
1631 --I want that to be printed and read, Mr Deasy said. You will see at the
1632 next outbreak they will put an embargo on Irish cattle. And it can
1633 be cured. It is cured. My cousin, Blackwood Price, writes to me it is
1634 regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there. They
1635 offer to come over here. I am trying to work up influence with
1636 the department. Now I'm going to try publicity. I am surrounded by
1637 difficulties, by... intrigues by... backstairs influence by...
1638
1639 He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke.
1640
1641 --Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the
1642 jews. In all the highest places: her finance, her press. And they are
1643 the signs of a nation's decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the
1644 nation's vital strength. I have seen it coming these years. As sure
1645 as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of
1646 destruction. Old England is dying.
1647
1648 He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a
1649 broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again.
1650
1651 --Dying, he said again, if not dead by now.
1652
1653 _The harlot's cry from street to street
1654 Shall weave old England's windingsheet._
1655
1656
1657 His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in which
1658 he halted.
1659
1660 --A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or
1661 gentile, is he not?
1662
1663 --They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can see
1664 the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the
1665 earth to this day.
1666
1667 On the steps of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting
1668 prices on their gemmed fingers. Gabble of geese. They swarmed loud,
1669 uncouth about the temple, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk
1670 hats. Not theirs: these clothes, this speech, these gestures. Their full
1671 slow eyes belied the words, the gestures eager and unoffending, but
1672 knew the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain
1673 patience to heap and hoard. Time surely would scatter all. A hoard
1674 heaped by the roadside: plundered and passing on. Their eyes knew their
1675 years of wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their flesh.
1676
1677 --Who has not? Stephen said.
1678
1679 --What do you mean? Mr Deasy asked.
1680
1681 He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell
1682 sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom? He waits to hear from me.
1683
1684 --History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
1685
1686 From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: goal.
1687 What if that nightmare gave you a back kick?
1688
1689 --The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human
1690 history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.
1691
1692 Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
1693
1694 --That is God.
1695
1696 Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
1697
1698 --What? Mr Deasy asked.
1699
1700 --A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
1701
1702 Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose tweaked
1703 between his fingers. Looking up again he set them free.
1704
1705 --I am happier than you are, he said. We have committed many errors and
1706 many sins. A woman brought sin into the world. For a woman who was no
1707 better than she should be, Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten
1708 years the Greeks made war on Troy. A faithless wife first brought the
1709 strangers to our shore here, MacMurrough's wife and her leman, O'Rourke,
1710 prince of Breffni. A woman too brought Parnell low. Many errors, many
1711 failures but not the one sin. I am a struggler now at the end of my
1712 days. But I will fight for the right till the end.
1713
1714 _For Ulster will fight
1715 And Ulster will be right._
1716
1717
1718 Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.
1719
1720 --Well, sir, he began...
1721
1722 --I foresee, Mr Deasy said, that you will not remain here very long
1723 at this work. You were not born to be a teacher, I think. Perhaps I am
1724 wrong.
1725
1726 --A learner rather, Stephen said.
1727
1728 And here what will you learn more?
1729
1730 Mr Deasy shook his head.
1731
1732 --Who knows? he said. To learn one must be humble. But life is the great
1733 teacher.
1734
1735 Stephen rustled the sheets again.
1736
1737 --As regards these, he began.
1738
1739 --Yes, Mr Deasy said. You have two copies there. If you can have them
1740 published at once.
1741
1742 _ Telegraph. Irish Homestead._
1743
1744 --I will try, Stephen said, and let you know tomorrow. I know two
1745 editors slightly.
1746
1747 --That will do, Mr Deasy said briskly. I wrote last night to Mr Field,
1748 M.P. There is a meeting of the cattletraders' association today at the
1749 City Arms hotel. I asked him to lay my letter before the meeting. You
1750 see if you can get it into your two papers. What are they?
1751
1752 _--The Evening Telegraph..._
1753
1754 --That will do, Mr Deasy said. There is no time to lose. Now I have to
1755 answer that letter from my cousin.
1756
1757 --Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket.
1758 Thank you.
1759
1760 --Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I
1761 like to break a lance with you, old as I am.
1762
1763 --Good morning, sir, Stephen said again, bowing to his bent back.
1764
1765 He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the trees,
1766 hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield.
1767 The lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate:
1768 toothless terrors. Still I will help him in his fight. Mulligan will dub
1769 me a new name: the bullockbefriending bard.
1770
1771 --Mr Dedalus!
1772
1773 Running after me. No more letters, I hope.
1774
1775 --Just one moment.
1776
1777 --Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate.
1778
1779 Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.
1780
1781 --I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the honour of
1782 being the only country which never persecuted the jews. Do you know
1783 that? No. And do you know why?
1784
1785 He frowned sternly on the bright air.
1786
1787 --Why, sir? Stephen asked, beginning to smile.
1788
1789 --Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly.
1790
1791 A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a
1792 rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing,
1793 his lifted arms waving to the air.
1794
1795 --She never let them in, he cried again through his laughter as he
1796 stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That's why.
1797
1798 On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung
1799 spangles, dancing coins.
1800
1801
1802 Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought
1803 through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn
1804 and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver,
1805 rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies.
1806 Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By
1807 knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a
1808 millionaire, _maestro di color che sanno_. Limit of the diaphane in. Why
1809 in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it
1810 is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.
1811
1812
1813 Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and
1814 shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time.
1815 A very short space of time through very short times of space. Five, six:
1816 the _nacheinander_. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the
1817 audible. Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a cliff that beetles
1818 o'er his base, fell through the _nebeneinander_ ineluctably! I am
1819 getting on nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with
1820 it: they do. My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs,
1821 _nebeneinander_. Sounds solid: made by the mallet of _Los Demiurgos_.
1822 Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Crush, crack, crick,
1823 crick. Wild sea money. Dominie Deasy kens them a'. Won't you come to
1824 Sandymount, Madeline the mare?
1825
1826
1827 Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs
1828 marching. No, agallop: _deline the mare_.
1829
1830 Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I
1831 open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. _Basta_! I will see if I
1832 can see.
1833
1834 See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world
1835 without end.
1836
1837 They came down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently, _Frauenzimmer_:
1838 and down the shelving shore flabbily, their splayed feet sinking in
1839 the silted sand. Like me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty mother.
1840 Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the other's gamp poked in
1841 the beach. From the liberties, out for the day. Mrs Florence MacCabe,
1842 relict of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply lamented, of Bride Street. One
1843 of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Creation from nothing.
1844 What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a trailing navelcord, hushed
1845 in ruddy wool. The cords of all link back, strandentwining cable of
1846 all flesh. That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in your
1847 omphalos. Hello! Kinch here. Put me on to Edenville. Aleph, alpha:
1848 nought, nought, one.
1849
1850 Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. She had no navel.
1851 Gaze. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a buckler of taut vellum,
1852 no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to
1853 everlasting. Womb of sin.
1854
1855 Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the man
1856 with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath.
1857 They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will. From before the ages
1858 He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. A _lex eterna_ stays
1859 about Him. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are
1860 consubstantial? Where is poor dear Arius to try conclusions? Warring
1861 his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality. Illstarred
1862 heresiarch' In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia.
1863 With beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower of
1864 a widowed see, with upstiffed omophorion, with clotted hinderparts.
1865
1866 Airs romped round him, nipping and eager airs. They are coming, waves.
1867 The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the steeds of
1868 Mananaan.
1869
1870 I mustn't forget his letter for the press. And after? The Ship, half
1871 twelve. By the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile.
1872
1873 Yes, I must.
1874
1875 His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara's or not? My
1876 consubstantial father's voice. Did you see anything of your artist
1877 brother Stephen lately? No? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with
1878 his aunt Sally? Couldn't he fly a bit higher than that, eh? And and and
1879 and tell us, Stephen, how is uncle Si? O, weeping God, the things I
1880 married into! De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer
1881 and his brother, the cornet player. Highly respectable gondoliers! And
1882 skeweyed Walter sirring his father, no less! Sir. Yes, sir. No, sir.
1883 Jesus wept: and no wonder, by Christ!
1884
1885 I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage: and wait. They take
1886 me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.
1887
1888 --It's Stephen, sir.
1889
1890 --Let him in. Let Stephen in.
1891
1892 A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me.
1893
1894 --We thought you were someone else.
1895
1896 In his broad bed nuncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over the
1897 hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the
1898 upper moiety.
1899
1900 --Morrow, nephew.
1901
1902 He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for
1903 the eyes of master Goff and master Shapland Tandy, filing consents and
1904 common searches and a writ of _Duces Tecum_. A bogoak frame over his
1905 bald head: Wilde's _Requiescat_. The drone of his misleading whistle
1906 brings Walter back.
1907
1908 --Yes, sir?
1909
1910 --Malt for Richie and Stephen, tell mother. Where is she?
1911
1912 --Bathing Crissie, sir.
1913
1914 Papa's little bedpal. Lump of love.
1915
1916 --No, uncle Richie...
1917
1918 --Call me Richie. Damn your lithia water. It lowers. Whusky!
1919
1920 --Uncle Richie, really...
1921
1922 --Sit down or by the law Harry I'll knock you down.
1923
1924 Walter squints vainly for a chair.
1925
1926 --He has nothing to sit down on, sir.
1927
1928 --He has nowhere to put it, you mug. Bring in our chippendale chair.
1929 Would you like a bite of something? None of your damned lawdeedaw airs
1930 here. The rich of a rasher fried with a herring? Sure? So much the
1931 better. We have nothing in the house but backache pills.
1932
1933 _All'erta_!
1934
1935 He drones bars of Ferrando's _aria di sortita_. The grandest number,
1936 Stephen, in the whole opera. Listen.
1937
1938 His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the air,
1939 his fists bigdrumming on his padded knees.
1940
1941 This wind is sweeter.
1942
1943 Houses of decay, mine, his and all. You told the Clongowes gentry you
1944 had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of
1945 them, Stephen. Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh's
1946 library where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. For whom?
1947 The hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close. A hater of his kind
1948 ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the moon,
1949 his eyeballs stars. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. The oval equine
1950 faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. Abbas
1951 father,--furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains? Paff!
1952 _Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris_. A garland of grey hair
1953 on his comminated head see him me clambering down to the footpace
1954 (_descende_!), clutching a monstrance, basiliskeyed. Get down, baldpoll!
1955 A choir gives back menace and echo, assisting about the altar's horns,
1956 the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured
1957 and oiled and gelded, fat with the fat of kidneys of wheat.
1958
1959 And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating
1960 it. Dringdring! And two streets off another locking it into a pyx.
1961 Dringadring! And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own
1962 cheek. Dringdring! Down, up, forward, back. Dan Occam thought of that,
1963 invincible doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled
1964 his brain. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his
1965 second bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) and,
1966 rising, heard (now I am lifting) their two bells (he is kneeling) twang
1967 in diphthong.
1968
1969 Cousin Stephen, you will never be a saint. Isle of saints. You were
1970 awfully holy, weren't you? You prayed to the Blessed Virgin that you
1971 might not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue
1972 that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the
1973 wet street. _O si, certo_! Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinned
1974 round a squaw. More tell me, more still!! On the top of the Howth tram
1975 alone crying to the rain: Naked women! _naked women_! What about that,
1976 eh?
1977
1978 What about what? What else were they invented for?
1979
1980 Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? I was young.
1981 You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause
1982 earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! Hray! No-one
1983 saw: tell no-one. Books you were going to write with letters for titles.
1984 Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful. O
1985 yes, W. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, deeply
1986 deep, copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the
1987 world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them there after a few
1988 thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay, very
1989 like a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one
1990 feels that one is at one with one who once...
1991
1992 The grainy sand had gone from under his feet. His boots trod again
1993 a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the
1994 unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada.
1995 Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing
1996 upward sewage breath, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a
1997 midden of man's ashes. He coasted them, walking warily. A porterbottle
1998 stood up, stogged to its waist, in the cakey sand dough. A sentinel:
1999 isle of dreadful thirst. Broken hoops on the shore; at the land a maze
2000 of dark cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the
2001 higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts. Ringsend: wigwams
2002 of brown steersmen and master mariners. Human shells.
2003
2004 He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara's. Am I not going there?
2005 Seems not. No-one about. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand
2006 towards the Pigeonhouse.
2007
2008 _--Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position?_
2009
2010 _--c'est le pigeon, Joseph._
2011
2012 Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar MacMahon.
2013 Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris. My father's a bird, he
2014 lapped the sweet _lait chaud_ with pink young tongue, plump bunny's
2015 face. Lap, _lapin._ He hopes to win in the _gros lots_. About the nature
2016 of women he read in Michelet. But he must send me _La Vie de Jesus_ by
2017 M. Leo Taxil. Lent it to his friend.
2018
2019 _--C'est tordant, vous savez. Moi, je suis socialiste. Je ne crois pas
2020 en l'existence de Dieu. Faut pas le dire a mon p-re._
2021
2022 _--Il croit?_
2023
2024 _--Mon pere, oui._
2025
2026 _Schluss_. He laps.
2027
2028 My Latin quarter hat. God, we simply must dress the character. I want
2029 puce gloves. You were a student, weren't you? Of what in the other
2030 devil's name? Paysayenn. P. C. N., you know: _physiques, chimiques et
2031 naturelles_. Aha. Eating your groatsworth of _mou en civet_, fleshpots
2032 of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Just say in the most natural
2033 tone: when I was in Paris; _boul' Mich'_, I used to. Yes, used to
2034 carry punched tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for murder
2035 somewhere. Justice. On the night of the seventeenth of February 1904 the
2036 prisoner was seen by two witnesses. Other fellow did it: other me.
2037 Hat, tie, overcoat, nose. _Lui, c'est moi_. You seem to have enjoyed
2038 yourself.
2039
2040 Proudly walking. Whom were you trying to walk like? Forget: a
2041 dispossessed. With mother's money order, eight shillings, the banging
2042 door of the post office slammed in your face by the usher. Hunger
2043 toothache. _Encore deux minutes_. Look clock. Must get. _Ferme_. Hired
2044 dog! Shoot him to bloody bits with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered
2045 walls all brass buttons. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. Not
2046 hurt? O, that's all right. Shake hands. See what I meant, see? O, that's
2047 all right. Shake a shake. O, that's all only all right.
2048
2049 You were going to do wonders, what? Missionary to Europe after fiery
2050 Columbanus. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt from
2051 their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: _Euge! Euge_! Pretending to speak
2052 broken English as you dragged your valise, porter threepence, across
2053 the slimy pier at Newhaven. _Comment?_ Rich booty you brought back; _Le
2054 Tutu_, five tattered numbers of _Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge_; a
2055 blue French telegram, curiosity to show:
2056
2057 --Mother dying come home father.
2058
2059 The aunt thinks you killed your mother. That's why she won't.
2060
2061 _Then here's a health to Mulligan's aunt
2062 And I'll tell you the reason why.
2063 She always kept things decent in
2064 The Hannigan famileye._
2065
2066
2067 His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows, along by
2068 the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled stone
2069 mammoth skulls. Gold light on sea, on sand, on boulders. The sun is
2070 there, the slender trees, the lemon houses.
2071
2072 Paris rawly waking, crude sunlight on her lemon streets. Moist pith of
2073 farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court
2074 the air. Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife's lover's wife, the
2075 kerchiefed housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand. In
2076 Rodot's Yvonne and Madeleine newmake their tumbled beauties, shattering
2077 with gold teeth _chaussons_ of pastry, their mouths yellowed with the
2078 _pus_ of _flan breton_. Faces of Paris men go by, their wellpleased
2079 pleasers, curled conquistadores.
2080
2081 Noon slumbers. Kevin Egan rolls gunpowder cigarettes through fingers
2082 smeared with printer's ink, sipping his green fairy as Patrice his
2083 white. About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. _Un demi
2084 setier!_ A jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron. She serves me
2085 at his beck. _Il est irlandais. Hollandais? Non fromage. Deux irlandais,
2086 nous, Irlande, vous savez ah, oui!_ She thought you wanted a cheese
2087 _hollandais_. Your postprandial, do you know that word? Postprandial.
2088 There was a fellow I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call
2089 it his postprandial. Well: _slainte_! Around the slabbed tables the
2090 tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges. His breath hangs over our
2091 saucestained plates, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips.
2092 Of Ireland, the Dalcassians, of hopes, conspiracies, of Arthur Griffith
2093 now, A E, pimander, good shepherd of men. To yoke me as his yokefellow,
2094 our crimes our common cause. You're your father's son. I know the voice.
2095 His fustian shirt, sanguineflowered, trembles its Spanish tassels at
2096 his secrets. M. Drumont, famous journalist, Drumont, know what he called
2097 queen Victoria? Old hag with the yellow teeth. _Vieille ogresse_
2098 with the _dents jaunes_. Maud Gonne, beautiful woman, _La Patrie_, M.
2099 Millevoye, Felix Faure, know how he died? Licentious men. The froeken,
2100 _bonne a tout faire_, who rubs male nakedness in the bath at Upsala.
2101 _Moi faire_, she said, _Tous les messieurs_. Not this _Monsieur_, I
2102 said. Most licentious custom. Bath a most private thing. I wouldn't let
2103 my brother, not even my own brother, most lascivious thing. Green eyes,
2104 I see you. Fang, I feel. Lascivious people.
2105
2106 The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Loose
2107 tobaccoshreds catch fire: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Raw
2108 facebones under his peep of day boy's hat. How the head centre got away,
2109 authentic version. Got up as a young bride, man, veil, orangeblossoms,
2110 drove out the road to Malahide. Did, faith. Of lost leaders, the
2111 betrayed, wild escapes. Disguises, clutched at, gone, not here.
2112
2113 Spurned lover. I was a strapping young gossoon at that time, I tell you.
2114 I'll show you my likeness one day. I was, faith. Lover, for her love he
2115 prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the walls
2116 of Clerkenwell and, crouching, saw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward
2117 in the fog. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. In gay Paree he hides,
2118 Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Making his day's stations,
2119 the dingy printingcase, his three taverns, the Montmartre lair he sleeps
2120 short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of
2121 the gone. Loveless, landless, wifeless. She is quite nicey comfy
2122 without her outcast man, madame in rue Git-le-Coeur, canary and two
2123 buck lodgers. Peachy cheeks, a zebra skirt, frisky as a young thing's.
2124 Spurned and undespairing. Tell Pat you saw me, won't you? I wanted to
2125 get poor Pat a job one time. _Mon fils_, soldier of France. I taught him
2126 to sing _The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades_. Know that old
2127 lay? I taught Patrice that. Old Kilkenny: saint Canice, Strongbow's
2128 castle on the Nore. Goes like this. O, O. He takes me, Napper Tandy, by
2129 the hand.
2130
2131 _O, O THE BOYS OF
2132 KILKENNY..._
2133
2134
2135 Weak wasting hand on mine. They have forgotten Kevin Egan, not he them.
2136 Remembering thee, O Sion.
2137
2138 He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots.
2139 The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of
2140 seeds of brightness. Here, I am not walking out to the Kish lightship,
2141 am I? He stood suddenly, his feet beginning to sink slowly in the
2142 quaking soil. Turn back.
2143
2144 Turning, he scanned the shore south, his feet sinking again slowly
2145 in new sockets. The cold domed room of the tower waits. Through the
2146 barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my
2147 feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor. Blue dusk,
2148 nightfall, deep blue night. In the darkness of the dome they wait,
2149 their pushedback chairs, my obelisk valise, around a board of abandoned
2150 platters. Who to clear it? He has the key. I will not sleep there when
2151 this night comes. A shut door of a silent tower, entombing their--blind
2152 bodies, the panthersahib and his pointer. Call: no answer. He lifted his
2153 feet up from the suck and turned back by the mole of boulders. Take
2154 all, keep all. My soul walks with me, form of forms. So in the moon's
2155 midwatches I pace the path above the rocks, in sable silvered, hearing
2156 Elsinore's tempting flood.
2157
2158 The flood is following me. I can watch it flow past from here. Get back
2159 then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there. He climbed over the sedge
2160 and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant in a
2161 grike.
2162
2163 A bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Before him the
2164 gunwale of a boat, sunk in sand. _Un coche ensablé_ Louis Veuillot
2165 called Gautier's prose. These heavy sands are language tide and wind
2166 have silted here. And these, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a warren
2167 of weasel rats. Hide gold there. Try it. You have some. Sands and
2168 stones. Heavy of the past. Sir Lout's toys. Mind you don't get one
2169 bang on the ear. I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well
2170 boulders, bones for my steppingstones. Feefawfum. I zmellz de bloodz odz
2171 an Iridzman.
2172
2173 A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the sweep of sand.
2174 Lord, is he going to attack me? Respect his liberty. You will not
2175 be master of others or their slave. I have my stick. Sit tight. From
2176 farther away, walking shoreward across from the crested tide, figures,
2177 two. The two maries. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes.
2178 Peekaboo. I see you. No, the dog. He is running back to them. Who?
2179
2180 Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their
2181 bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf. Dane vikings,
2182 torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when Malachi wore the
2183 collar of gold. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon,
2184 spouting, hobbling in the shallows. Then from the starving cagework city
2185 a horde of jerkined dwarfs, my people, with flayers' knives, running,
2186 scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. Famine, plague and
2187 slaughters. Their blood is in me, their lusts my waves. I moved among
2188 them on the frozen Liffey, that I, a changeling, among the spluttering
2189 resin fires. I spoke to no-one: none to me.
2190
2191 The dog's bark ran towards him, stopped, ran back. Dog of my enemy. I
2192 just simply stood pale, silent, bayed about. _Terribilia meditans_. A
2193 primrose doublet, fortune's knave, smiled on my fear. For that are you
2194 pining, the bark of their applause? Pretenders: live their lives. The
2195 Bruce's brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck,
2196 York's false scion, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder of
2197 a day, and Lambert Simnel, with a tail of nans and sutlers, a scullion
2198 crowned. All kings' sons. Paradise of pretenders then and now. He saved
2199 men from drowning and you shake at a cur's yelping. But the courtiers
2200 who mocked Guido in Or san Michele were in their own house. House of...
2201 We don't want any of your medieval abstrusiosities. Would you do what he
2202 did? A boat would be near, a lifebuoy. _Natürlich_, put there for you.
2203 Would you or would you not? The man that was drowned nine days ago off
2204 Maiden's rock. They are waiting for him now. The truth, spit it out. I
2205 would want to. I would try. I am not a strong swimmer. Water cold soft.
2206 When I put my face into it in the basin at Clongowes. Can't see! Who's
2207 behind me? Out quickly, quickly! Do you see the tide flowing quickly in
2208 on all sides, sheeting the lows of sand quickly, shellcocoacoloured? If
2209 I had land under my feet. I want his life still to be his, mine to be
2210 mine. A drowning man. His human eyes scream to me out of horror of his
2211 death. I... With him together down... I could not save her. Waters:
2212 bitter death: lost.
2213
2214 A woman and a man. I see her skirties. Pinned up, I bet.
2215
2216 Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand, trotting, sniffing on
2217 all sides. Looking for something lost in a past life. Suddenly he made
2218 off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a
2219 lowskimming gull. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He
2220 turned, bounded back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks. On a
2221 field tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. At the lacefringe of
2222 the tide he halted with stiff forehoofs, seawardpointed ears. His
2223 snout lifted barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. They serpented
2224 towards his feet, curling, unfurling many crests, every ninth, breaking,
2225 plashing, from far, from farther out, waves and waves.
2226
2227 Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping,
2228 soused their bags and, lifting them again, waded out. The dog yelped
2229 running to them, reared up and pawed them, dropping on all fours, again
2230 reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. Unheeded he kept by them as
2231 they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from
2232 his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a
2233 calf's gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed, stalked
2234 round it, brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffling rapidly like
2235 a dog all over the dead dog's bedraggled fell. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes
2236 on the ground, moves to one great goal. Ah, poor dogsbody! Here lies
2237 poor dogsbody's body.
2238
2239 --Tatters! Out of that, you mongrel!
2240
2241 The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless
2242 kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight. He
2243 slunk back in a curve. Doesn't see me. Along by the edge of the mole he
2244 lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under a cocked hindleg pissed
2245 against it. He trotted forward and, lifting again his hindleg, pissed
2246 quick short at an unsmelt rock. The simple pleasures of the poor. His
2247 hindpaws then scattered the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved.
2248 Something he buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the sand,
2249 dabbling, delving and stopped to listen to the air, scraped up the sand
2250 again with a fury of his claws, soon ceasing, a pard, a panther, got in
2251 spousebreach, vulturing the dead.
2252
2253 After he woke me last night same dream or was it? Wait. Open hallway.
2254 Street of harlots. Remember. Haroun al Raschid. I am almosting it. That
2255 man led me, spoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had he held against my
2256 face. Smiled: creamfruit smell. That was the rule, said. In. Come. Red
2257 carpet spread. You will see who.
2258
2259 Shouldering their bags they trudged, the red Egyptians. His blued feet
2260 out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick muffler
2261 strangling his unshaven neck. With woman steps she followed: the
2262 ruffian and his strolling mort. Spoils slung at her back. Loose sand and
2263 shellgrit crusted her bare feet. About her windraw face hair trailed.
2264 Behind her lord, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. When night hides
2265 her body's flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway
2266 where dogs have mired. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in
2267 O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts. Buss her, wap in rogues' rum lingo, for, O,
2268 my dimber wapping dell! A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags.
2269 Fumbally's lane that night: the tanyard smells.
2270
2271 _White thy fambles, red thy gan
2272 And thy quarrons dainty is.
2273 Couch a hogshead with me then.
2274 In the darkmans clip and kiss._
2275
2276
2277 Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, _frate porcospino_.
2278 Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. Call away let him: _thy quarrons
2279 dainty is_. Language no whit worse than his. Monkwords, marybeads jabber
2280 on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets.
2281
2282 Passing now.
2283
2284 A side eye at my Hamlet hat. If I were suddenly naked here as I sit? I
2285 am not. Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun's flaming
2286 sword, to the west, trekking to evening lands. She trudges, schlepps,
2287 trains, drags, trascines her load. A tide westering, moondrawn, in
2288 her wake. Tides, myriadislanded, within her, blood not mine, _oinopa
2289 ponton_, a winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon. In sleep
2290 the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Bridebed, childbed, bed of
2291 death, ghostcandled. _Omnis caro ad te veniet_. He comes, pale vampire,
2292 through storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth to her
2293 mouth's kiss.
2294
2295 Here. Put a pin in that chap, will you? My tablets. Mouth to her kiss.
2296
2297 No. Must be two of em. Glue em well. Mouth to her mouth's kiss.
2298
2299 His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air: mouth to her moomb.
2300 Oomb, allwombing tomb. His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched:
2301 ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring
2302 wayawayawayawayaway. Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy's
2303 letter. Here. Thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off.
2304 Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and
2305 scribbled words. That's twice I forgot to take slips from the library
2306 counter.
2307
2308 His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till
2309 the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness
2310 shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there
2311 with his augur's rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid
2312 sea, unbeheld, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars.
2313 I throw this ended shadow from me, manshape ineluctable, call it back.
2314 Endless, would it be mine, form of my form? Who watches me here? Who
2315 ever anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field.
2316 Somewhere to someone in your flutiest voice. The good bishop of Cloyne
2317 took the veil of the temple out of his shovel hat: veil of space with
2318 coloured emblems hatched on its field. Hold hard. Coloured on a flat:
2319 yes, that's right. Flat I see, then think distance, near, far, flat
2320 I see, east, back. Ah, see now! Falls back suddenly, frozen in
2321 stereoscope. Click does the trick. You find my words dark. Darkness is
2322 in our souls do you not think? Flutier. Our souls, shamewounded by our
2323 sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the
2324 more.
2325
2326 She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the blue
2327 hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality of
2328 the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she? The virgin at Hodges
2329 Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet books you
2330 were going to write. Keen glance you gave her. Wrist through the
2331 braided jesse of her sunshade. She lives in Leeson park with a grief
2332 and kickshaws, a lady of letters. Talk that to someone else, Stevie: a
2333 pickmeup. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and
2334 yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. Talk about apple dumplings,
2335 _piuttosto_. Where are your wits?
2336
2337 Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me
2338 soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone.
2339 Sad too. Touch, touch me.
2340
2341 He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled
2342 note and pencil into a pock his hat. His hat down on his eyes. That is
2343 Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. _Et
2344 vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona_. Alo! _Bonjour_. Welcome as the flowers
2345 in May. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the
2346 southing sun. I am caught in this burning scene. Pan's hour, the faunal
2347 noon. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where on the
2348 tawny waters leaves lie wide. Pain is far.
2349
2350 _And no more turn aside and brood._
2351
2352 His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck's castoffs,
2353 _nebeneinander_. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein
2354 another's foot had nested warm. The foot that beat the ground in
2355 tripudium, foot I dislove. But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's
2356 shoe went on you: girl I knew in Paris. _Tiens, quel petit pied!_
2357 Staunch friend, a brother soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its
2358 name. His arm: Cranly's arm. He now will leave me. And the blame? As I
2359 am. As I am. All or not at all.
2360
2361 In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering
2362 greengoldenly lagoons of sand, rising, flowing. My ashplant will float
2363 away. I shall wait. No, they will pass on, passing, chafing against the
2364 low rocks, swirling, passing. Better get this job over quick. Listen: a
2365 fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Vehement breath of
2366 waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. In cups of rocks it slops:
2367 flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. And, spent, its speech ceases. It
2368 flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.
2369
2370 Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and
2371 sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water
2372 swaying and upturning coy silver fronds. Day by day: night by night:
2373 lifted, flooded and let fall. Lord, they are weary; and, whispered to,
2374 they sigh. Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and waves, waiting,
2375 awaiting the fullness of their times, _diebus ac noctibus iniurias
2376 patiens ingemiscit_. To no end gathered; vainly then released,
2377 forthflowing, wending back: loom of the moon. Weary too in sight of
2378 lovers, lascivious men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a
2379 toil of waters.
2380
2381 Five fathoms out there. Full fathom five thy father lies. At one, he
2382 said. Found drowned. High water at Dublin bar. Driving before it a loose
2383 drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. A corpse rising
2384 saltwhite from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward.
2385 There he is. Hook it quick. Pull. Sunk though he be beneath the watery
2386 floor. We have him. Easy now.
2387
2388 Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. A quiver of minnows, fat of a
2389 spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly.
2390 God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed
2391 mountain. Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a
2392 urinous offal from all dead. Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes
2393 upward the stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to
2394 the sun.
2395
2396 A seachange this, brown eyes saltblue. Seadeath, mildest of all deaths
2397 known to man. Old Father Ocean. _Prix de paris_: beware of imitations.
2398 Just you give it a fair trial. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.
2399
2400 Come. I thirst. Clouding over. No black clouds anywhere, are there?
2401 Thunderstorm. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect,
2402 _Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum_. No. My cockle hat and staff and
2403 hismy sandal shoon. Where? To evening lands. Evening will find itself.
2404
2405 He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying
2406 still. Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me. All days make
2407 their end. By the way next when is it Tuesday will be the longest
2408 day. Of all the glad new year, mother, the rum tum tiddledy tum. Lawn
2409 Tennyson, gentleman poet. _Già_. For the old hag with the yellow teeth.
2410 And Monsieur Drumont, gentleman journalist. _Già_. My teeth are very
2411 bad. Why, I wonder. Feel. That one is going too. Shells. Ought I go to a
2412 dentist, I wonder, with that money? That one. This. Toothless Kinch, the
2413 superman. Why is that, I wonder, or does it mean something perhaps?
2414
2415 My handkerchief. He threw it. I remember. Did I not take it up?
2416
2417 His hand groped vainly in his pockets. No, I didn't. Better buy one.
2418
2419 He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock,
2420 carefully. For the rest let look who will.
2421
2422 Behind. Perhaps there is someone.
2423
2424 He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through the
2425 air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the crosstrees,
2426 homing, upstream, silently moving, a silent ship. +
2427
2428
2429
2430
2431 -- II --
2432
2433 Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls.
2434 He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart,
2435 liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all
2436 he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of
2437 faintly scented urine.
2438
2439 Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting
2440 her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the
2441 kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel
2442 a bit peckish.
2443
2444 The coals were reddening.
2445
2446 Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. She didn't like
2447 her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off
2448 the hob and set it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat,
2449 its spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry. The cat walked
2450 stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high.
2451
2452 --Mkgnao!
2453
2454 --O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.
2455
2456 The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the
2457 table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my
2458 head. Prr.
2459
2460 Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Clean to see:
2461 the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her
2462 tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his
2463 knees.
2464
2465 --Milk for the pussens, he said.
2466
2467 --Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
2468
2469 They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we
2470 understand them. She understands all she wants to. Vindictive too.
2471 Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it. Wonder
2472 what I look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.
2473
2474 --Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the
2475 chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.
2476
2477 Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it.
2478
2479 --Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly.
2480
2481 She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively
2482 and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits
2483 narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to
2484 the dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him,
2485 poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.
2486
2487 --Gurrhr! she cried, running to lap.
2488
2489 He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped
2490 three times and licked lightly. Wonder is it true if you clip them they
2491 can't mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or
2492 kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.
2493
2494 He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this
2495 drouth. Want pure fresh water. Thursday: not a good day either for a
2496 mutton kidney at Buckley's. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better
2497 a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. She lapped
2498 slower, then licking the saucer clean. Why are their tongues so rough?
2499 To lap better, all porous holes. Nothing she can eat? He glanced round
2500 him. No.
2501
2502 On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by
2503 the bedroom door. She might like something tasty. Thin bread and butter
2504 she likes in the morning. Still perhaps: once in a way.
2505
2506 He said softly in the bare hall:
2507
2508 --I'm going round the corner. Be back in a minute.
2509
2510 And when he had heard his voice say it he added:
2511
2512 --You don't want anything for breakfast?
2513
2514 A sleepy soft grunt answered:
2515
2516 --Mn.
2517
2518 No. She didn't want anything. He heard then a warm heavy sigh, softer,
2519 as she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled.
2520 Must get those settled really. Pity. All the way from Gibraltar.
2521 Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Wonder what her father gave for
2522 it. Old style. Ah yes! of course. Bought it at the governor's auction.
2523 Got a short knock. Hard as nails at a bargain, old Tweedy. Yes, sir. At
2524 Plevna that was. I rose from the ranks, sir, and I'm proud of it.
2525 Still he had brains enough to make that corner in stamps. Now that was
2526 farseeing.
2527
2528 His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat
2529 and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Stamps: stickyback
2530 pictures. Daresay lots of officers are in the swim too. Course they do.
2531 The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's
2532 high grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip
2533 of paper. Quite safe.
2534
2535 On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there.
2536 In the trousers I left off. Must get it. Potato I have. Creaky wardrobe.
2537 No use disturbing her. She turned over sleepily that time. He pulled
2538 the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped
2539 gently over the threshold, a limp lid. Looked shut. All right till I
2540 come back anyhow.
2541
2542 He crossed to the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number
2543 seventyfive. The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. Be a
2544 warm day I fancy. Specially in these black clothes feel it more. Black
2545 conducts, reflects, (refracts is it?), the heat. But I couldn't go in
2546 that light suit. Make a picnic of it. His eyelids sank quietly often as
2547 he walked in happy warmth. Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our
2548 daily but she prefers yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot.
2549 Makes you feel young. Somewhere in the east: early morning: set off at
2550 dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep
2551 it up for ever never grow a day older technically. Walk along a strand,
2552 strange land, come to a city gate, sentry there, old ranker too, old
2553 Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning on a long kind of a spear. Wander
2554 through awned streets. Turbaned faces going by. Dark caves of carpet
2555 shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled
2556 pipe. Cries of sellers in the streets. Drink water scented with fennel,
2557 sherbet. Dander along all day. Might meet a robber or two. Well,
2558 meet him. Getting on to sundown. The shadows of the mosques among the
2559 pillars: priest with a scroll rolled up. A shiver of the trees, signal,
2560 the evening wind. I pass on. Fading gold sky. A mother watches me from
2561 her doorway. She calls her children home in their dark language. High
2562 wall: beyond strings twanged. Night sky, moon, violet, colour of Molly's
2563 new garters. Strings. Listen. A girl playing one of those instruments
2564 what do you call them: dulcimers. I pass.
2565
2566 Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read: in the track
2567 of the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiled, pleasing himself. What
2568 Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the _Freeman_ leader: a
2569 homerule sun rising up in the northwest from the laneway behind the bank
2570 of Ireland. He prolonged his pleased smile. Ikey touch that: homerule
2571 sun rising up in the north-west.
2572
2573 He approached Larry O'Rourke's. From the cellar grating floated up the
2574 flabby gush of porter. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out
2575 whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Good house, however: just the
2576 end of the city traffic. For instance M'Auley's down there: n. g. as
2577 position. Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from
2578 the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shot.
2579
2580 Baldhead over the blind. Cute old codger. No use canvassing him for an
2581 ad. Still he knows his own business best. There he is, sure enough, my
2582 bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching
2583 the aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket. Simon Dedalus takes him
2584 off to a tee with his eyes screwed up. Do you know what I'm going to
2585 tell you? What's that, Mr O'Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians,
2586 they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the Japanese.
2587
2588 Stop and say a word: about the funeral perhaps. Sad thing about poor
2589 Dignam, Mr O'Rourke.
2590
2591 Turning into Dorset street he said freshly in greeting through the
2592 doorway:
2593
2594 --Good day, Mr O'Rourke.
2595
2596 --Good day to you.
2597
2598 --Lovely weather, sir.
2599
2600 --'Tis all that.
2601
2602 Where do they get the money? Coming up redheaded curates from the county
2603 Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the cellar. Then, lo and behold,
2604 they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Then thin of the
2605 competition. General thirst. Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without
2606 passing a pub. Save it they can't. Off the drunks perhaps. Put down
2607 three and carry five. What is that, a bob here and there, dribs and
2608 drabs. On the wholesale orders perhaps. Doing a double shuffle with the
2609 town travellers. Square it you with the boss and we'll split the job,
2610 see?
2611
2612 How much would that tot to off the porter in the month? Say ten barrels
2613 of stuff. Say he got ten per cent off. O more. Fifteen. He passed Saint
2614 Joseph's National school. Brats' clamour. Windows open. Fresh air
2615 helps memory. Or a lilt. Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee
2616 doubleyou. Boys are they? Yes. Inishturk. Inishark. Inishboffin. At
2617 their joggerfry. Mine. Slieve Bloom.
2618
2619 He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the hanks of sausages,
2620 polonies, black and white. Fifteen multiplied by. The figures whitened
2621 in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. The shiny links,
2622 packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the
2623 lukewarm breath of cooked spicy pigs' blood.
2624
2625 A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish: the last. He
2626 stood by the nextdoor girl at the counter. Would she buy it too, calling
2627 the items from a slip in her hand? Chapped: washingsoda. And a pound and
2628 a half of Denny's sausages. His eyes rested on her vigorous hips.
2629 Woods his name is. Wonder what he does. Wife is oldish. New blood.
2630 No followers allowed. Strong pair of arms. Whacking a carpet on the
2631 clothesline. She does whack it, by George. The way her crooked skirt
2632 swings at each whack.
2633
2634 The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with
2635 blotchy fingers, sausagepink. Sound meat there: like a stallfed heifer.
2636
2637 He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets: the model farm at
2638 Kinnereth on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Can become ideal winter
2639 sanatorium. Moses Montefiore. I thought he was. Farmhouse, wall round
2640 it, blurred cattle cropping. He held the page from him: interesting:
2641 read it nearer, the title, the blurred cropping cattle, the page
2642 rustling. A young white heifer. Those mornings in the cattlemarket, the
2643 beasts lowing in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the
2644 breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm
2645 on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in
2646 their hands. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and
2647 his will, his soft subject gaze at rest. The crooked skirt swinging,
2648 whack by whack by whack.
2649
2650 The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pile, wrapped up her prime
2651 sausages and made a red grimace.
2652
2653 --Now, my miss, he said.
2654
2655 She tendered a coin, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out.
2656
2657 --Thank you, my miss. And one shilling threepence change. For you,
2658 please?
2659
2660 Mr Bloom pointed quickly. To catch up and walk behind her if she went
2661 slowly, behind her moving hams. Pleasant to see first thing in the
2662 morning. Hurry up, damn it. Make hay while the sun shines. She stood
2663 outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right. He
2664 sighed down his nose: they never understand. Sodachapped hands. Crusted
2665 toenails too. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways.
2666 The sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast. For
2667 another: a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles lane. They like
2668 them sizeable. Prime sausage. O please, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the
2669 wood.
2670
2671 --Threepence, please.
2672
2673 His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket.
2674 Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them
2675 on the rubber prickles. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid,
2676 disc by disc, into the till.
2677
2678 --Thank you, sir. Another time.
2679
2680 A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his gaze
2681 after an instant. No: better not: another time.
2682
2683 --Good morning, he said, moving away.
2684
2685 --Good morning, sir.
2686
2687 No sign. Gone. What matter?
2688
2689 He walked back along Dorset street, reading gravely. Agendath Netaim:
2690 planters' company. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish
2691 government and plant with eucalyptus trees. Excellent for shade, fuel
2692 and construction. Orangegroves and immense melonfields north of Jaffa.
2693 You pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives,
2694 oranges, almonds or citrons. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial
2695 irrigation. Every year you get a sending of the crop. Your name entered
2696 for life as owner in the book of the union. Can pay ten down and the
2697 balance in yearly instalments. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15.
2698
2699 Nothing doing. Still an idea behind it.
2700
2701 He looked at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Silverpowdered
2702 olivetrees. Quiet long days: pruning, ripening. Olives are packed in
2703 jars, eh? I have a few left from Andrews. Molly spitting them out. Knows
2704 the taste of them now. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. Citrons
2705 too. Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. And Mastiansky
2706 with the old cither. Pleasant evenings we had then. Molly in Citron's
2707 basketchair. Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the hand, lift it
2708 to the nostrils and smell the perfume. Like that, heavy, sweet, wild
2709 perfume. Always the same, year after year. They fetched high prices too,
2710 Moisel told me. Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times.
2711 Must be without a flaw, he said. Coming all that way: Spain, Gibraltar,
2712 Mediterranean, the Levant. Crates lined up on the quayside at Jaffa,
2713 chap ticking them off in a book, navvies handling them barefoot in
2714 soiled dungarees. There's whatdoyoucallhim out of. How do you? Doesn't
2715 see. Chap you know just to salute bit of a bore. His back is like that
2716 Norwegian captain's. Wonder if I'll meet him today. Watering cart. To
2717 provoke the rain. On earth as it is in heaven.
2718
2719 A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly. Grey. Far.
2720
2721 No, not like that. A barren land, bare waste. Vulcanic lake, the dead
2722 sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the earth. No wind could lift those
2723 waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Brimstone they called it
2724 raining down: the cities of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. All dead
2725 names. A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old. Old now. It bore the
2726 oldest, the first race. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a
2727 naggin bottle by the neck. The oldest people. Wandered far away over
2728 all the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born
2729 everywhere. It lay there now. Now it could bear no more. Dead: an old
2730 woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.
2731
2732 Desolation.
2733
2734 Grey horror seared his flesh. Folding the page into his pocket he turned
2735 into Eccles street, hurrying homeward. Cold oils slid along his veins,
2736 chilling his blood: age crusting him with a salt cloak. Well, I am here
2737 now. Yes, I am here now. Morning mouth bad images. Got up wrong side of
2738 the bed. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises. On the hands down.
2739 Blotchy brown brick houses. Number eighty still unlet. Why is that?
2740 Valuation is only twenty-eight. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur:
2741 parlour windows plastered with bills. Plasters on a sore eye. To smell
2742 the gentle smoke of tea, fume of the pan, sizzling butter. Be near her
2743 ample bedwarmed flesh. Yes, yes.
2744
2745 Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim
2746 sandals, along the brightening footpath. Runs, she runs to meet me, a
2747 girl with gold hair on the wind.
2748
2749 Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered
2750 them. Mrs Marion Bloom. His quickened heart slowed at once. Bold hand.
2751 Mrs Marion.
2752
2753 --Poldy!
2754
2755 Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm
2756 yellow twilight towards her tousled head.
2757
2758 --Who are the letters for?
2759
2760 He looked at them. Mullingar. Milly.
2761
2762 --A letter for me from Milly, he said carefully, and a card to you. And
2763 a letter for you.
2764
2765 He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her
2766 knees.
2767
2768 --Do you want the blind up?
2769
2770 Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her
2771 glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow.
2772
2773 --That do? he asked, turning.
2774
2775 She was reading the card, propped on her elbow.
2776
2777 --She got the things, she said.
2778
2779 He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back
2780 slowly with a snug sigh.
2781
2782 --Hurry up with that tea, she said. I'm parched.
2783
2784 --The kettle is boiling, he said.
2785
2786 But he delayed to clear the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled
2787 linen: and lifted all in an armful on to the foot of the bed.
2788
2789 As he went down the kitchen stairs she called:
2790
2791 --Poldy!
2792
2793 --What?
2794
2795 --Scald the teapot.
2796
2797 On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. He scalded and
2798 rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the
2799 kettle then to let the water flow in. Having set it to draw he took off
2800 the kettle, crushed the pan flat on the live coals and watched the lump
2801 of butter slide and melt. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed
2802 hungrily against him. Give her too much meat she won't mouse. Say they
2803 won't eat pork. Kosher. Here. He let the bloodsmeared paper fall to
2804 her and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. Pepper. He
2805 sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the chipped eggcup.
2806
2807 Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page and over. Thanks:
2808 new tam: Mr Coghlan: lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan's
2809 seaside girls.
2810
2811 The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown
2812
2813 Derby, smiling. Silly Milly's birthday gift. Only five she was then. No,
2814 wait: four. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Putting pieces
2815 of folded brown paper in the letterbox for her. He smiled, pouring.
2816
2817 _O, Milly Bloom, you are my darling.
2818 You are my lookingglass from night to morning.
2819 I'd rather have you without a farthing
2820 Than Katey Keogh with her ass and garden._
2821
2822
2823 Poor old professor Goodwin. Dreadful old case. Still he was a courteous
2824 old chap. Oldfashioned way he used to bow Molly off the platform. And
2825 the little mirror in his silk hat. The night Milly brought it into
2826 the parlour. O, look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! All we
2827 laughed. Sex breaking out even then. Pert little piece she was.
2828
2829 He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the
2830 teapot on the tray. Its hump bumped as he took it up. Everything on
2831 it? Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes. He carried it
2832 upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.
2833
2834 Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on
2835 the chair by the bedhead.
2836
2837 --What a time you were! she said.
2838
2839 She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on
2840 the pillow. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft
2841 bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. The warmth
2842 of her couched body rose on the air, mingling with the fragrance of the
2843 tea she poured.
2844
2845 A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In the
2846 act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread.
2847
2848 --Who was the letter from? he asked.
2849
2850 Bold hand. Marion.
2851
2852 --O, Boylan, she said. He's bringing the programme.
2853
2854 --What are you singing?
2855
2856 --_La ci darem_ with J. C. Doyle, she said, and _Love's Old Sweet Song_.
2857
2858 Her full lips, drinking, smiled. Rather stale smell that incense leaves
2859 next day. Like foul flowerwater.
2860
2861 --Would you like the window open a little?
2862
2863 She doubled a slice of bread into her mouth, asking:
2864
2865 --What time is the funeral?
2866
2867 --Eleven, I think, he answered. I didn't see the paper.
2868
2869 Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled
2870 drawers from the bed. No? Then, a twisted grey garter looped round a
2871 stocking: rumpled, shiny sole.
2872
2873 --No: that book.
2874
2875 Other stocking. Her petticoat.
2876
2877 --It must have fell down, she said.
2878
2879 He felt here and there. _Voglio e non vorrei_. Wonder if she pronounces
2880 that right: _voglio_. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped
2881 and lifted the valance. The book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of
2882 the orangekeyed chamberpot.
2883
2884 --Show here, she said. I put a mark in it. There's a word I wanted to
2885 ask you.
2886
2887 She swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by nothandle and,
2888 having wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanket, began to search the
2889 text with the hairpin till she reached the word.
2890
2891 --Met him what? he asked.
2892
2893 --Here, she said. What does that mean?
2894
2895 He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.
2896
2897 --Metempsychosis?
2898
2899 --Yes. Who's he when he's at home?
2900
2901 --Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It's Greek: from the Greek. That
2902 means the transmigration of souls.
2903
2904 --O, rocks! she said. Tell us in plain words.
2905
2906 He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. The same young eyes.
2907 The first night after the charades. Dolphin's Barn. He turned over
2908 the smudged pages. _Ruby: the Pride of the Ring_. Hello. Illustration.
2909 Fierce Italian with carriagewhip. Must be Ruby pride of the on the floor
2910 naked. Sheet kindly lent. _The monster Maffei desisted and flung his
2911 victim from him with an oath_. Cruelty behind it all. Doped animals.
2912 Trapeze at Hengler's. Had to look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your
2913 neck and we'll break our sides. Families of them. Bone them young so
2914 they metamspychosis. That we live after death. Our souls. That a man's
2915 soul after he dies. Dignam's soul...
2916
2917 --Did you finish it? he asked.
2918
2919 --Yes, she said. There's nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the
2920 first fellow all the time?
2921
2922 --Never read it. Do you want another?
2923
2924 --Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Nice name he has.
2925
2926 She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways.
2927
2928 Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to
2929 Kearney, my guarantor. Reincarnation: that's the word.
2930
2931 --Some people believe, he said, that we go on living in another body
2932 after death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That
2933 we all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or some other
2934 planet. They say we have forgotten it. Some say they remember their past
2935 lives.
2936
2937 The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. Better remind
2938 her of the word: metempsychosis. An example would be better. An example?
2939
2940 The _Bath of the Nymph_ over the bed. Given away with the Easter number
2941 of _Photo Bits_: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Tea before you
2942 put milk in. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Three and six
2943 I gave for the frame. She said it would look nice over the bed. Naked
2944 nymphs: Greece: and for instance all the people that lived then.
2945
2946 He turned the pages back.
2947
2948 --Metempsychosis, he said, is what the ancient Greeks called it. They
2949 used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for
2950 instance. What they called nymphs, for example.
2951
2952 Her spoon ceased to stir up the sugar. She gazed straight before her,
2953 inhaling through her arched nostrils.
2954
2955 --There's a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the fire?
2956
2957 --The kidney! he cried suddenly.
2958
2959 He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes
2960 against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping
2961 hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork's legs. Pungent smoke shot
2962 up in an angry jet from a side of the pan. By prodding a prong of the
2963 fork under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back.
2964 Only a little burnt. He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the
2965 scanty brown gravy trickle over it.
2966
2967 Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf.
2968 He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat. Then he put a
2969 forkful into his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant
2970 meat. Done to a turn. A mouthful of tea. Then he cut away dies of bread,
2971 sopped one in the gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about
2972 some young student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side,
2973 reading it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the
2974 gravy and raising it to his mouth.
2975
2976 Dearest Papli
2977
2978 Thanks ever so much for the lovely birthday present. It suits me
2979 splendid. Everyone says I am quite the belle in my new tam. I got
2980 mummy's Iovely box of creams and am writing. They are lovely. I am
2981 getting on swimming in the photo business now. Mr Coghlan took one of me
2982 and Mrs. Will send when developed. We did great biz yesterday. Fair day
2983 and all the beef to the heels were in. We are going to lough Owel on
2984 Monday with a few friends to make a scrap picnic. Give my love to
2985 mummy and to yourself a big kiss and thanks. I hear them at the piano
2986 downstairs. There is to be a concert in the Greville Arms on Saturday.
2987 There is a young student comes here some evenings named Bannon his
2988 cousins or something are big swells and he sings Boylan's (I was on the
2989 pop of writing Blazes Boylan's) song about those seaside girls. Tell him
2990 silly Milly sends my best respects. I must now close with fondest love
2991
2992 Your fond daughter, MILLY.
2993
2994 P. S. Excuse bad writing am in hurry. Byby. M.
2995
2996 Fifteen yesterday. Curious, fifteenth of the month too. Her first
2997 birthday away from home. Separation. Remember the summer morning she
2998 was born, running to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. Jolly old
2999 woman. Lot of babies she must have helped into the world. She knew from
3000 the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. Well, God is good, sir. She
3001 knew at once. He would be eleven now if he had lived.
3002
3003 His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. Excuse bad writing.
3004 Hurry. Piano downstairs. Coming out of her shell. Row with her in the
3005 XL Cafe about the bracelet. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look.
3006 Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after
3007 piece of kidney. Twelve and six a week. Not much. Still, she might do
3008 worse. Music hall stage. Young student. He drank a draught of cooler tea
3009 to wash down his meal. Then he read the letter again: twice.
3010
3011 O, well: she knows how to mind herself. But if not? No, nothing has
3012 happened. Of course it might. Wait in any case till it does. A wild
3013 piece of goods. Her slim legs running up the staircase. Destiny.
3014 Ripening now.
3015
3016 Vain: very.
3017
3018 He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window. Day I caught
3019 her in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a little.
3020 Was given milk too long. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the Kish.
3021 Damned old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky. Her pale blue scarf
3022 loose in the wind with her hair. _All dimpled cheeks and curls, Your
3023 head it simply swirls._
3024
3025
3026 Seaside girls. Torn envelope. Hands stuck in his trousers' pockets,
3027 jarvey off for the day, singing. Friend of the family. Swurls, he says.
3028 Pier with lamps, summer evening, band,
3029
3030 _Those girls, those girls,
3031 Those lovely seaside girls._
3032
3033
3034 Milly too. Young kisses: the first. Far away now past. Mrs Marion.
3035 Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her hair, smiling,
3036 braiding.
3037
3038 A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. Will happen,
3039 yes. Prevent. Useless: can't move. Girl's sweet light lips. Will happen
3040 too. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move now.
3041 Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. Full gluey woman's lips.
3042
3043 Better where she is down there: away. Occupy her. Wanted a dog to pass
3044 the time. Might take a trip down there. August bank holiday, only two
3045 and six return. Six weeks off, however. Might work a press pass. Or
3046 through M'Coy.
3047
3048 The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the meatstained paper,
3049 nosed at it and stalked to the door. She looked back at him, mewing.
3050 Wants to go out. Wait before a door sometime it will open. Let her wait.
3051 Has the fidgets. Electric. Thunder in the air. Was washing at her ear
3052 with her back to the fire too.
3053
3054 He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up,
3055 undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him.
3056
3057 --Miaow! he said in answer. Wait till I'm ready.
3058
3059 Heaviness: hot day coming. Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the
3060 landing.
3061
3062 A paper. He liked to read at stool. Hope no ape comes knocking just as
3063 I'm.
3064
3065 In the tabledrawer he found an old number of _Titbits_. He folded it
3066 under his armpit, went to the door and opened it. The cat went up in
3067 soft bounds. Ah, wanted to go upstairs, curl up in a ball on the bed.
3068
3069 Listening, he heard her voice:
3070
3071 --Come, come, pussy. Come.
3072
3073 He went out through the backdoor into the garden: stood to listen
3074 towards the next garden. No sound. Perhaps hanging clothes out to dry.
3075 The maid was in the garden. Fine morning.
3076
3077 He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall.
3078 Make a summerhouse here. Scarlet runners. Virginia creepers. Want to
3079 manure the whole place over, scabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur.
3080 All soil like that without dung. Household slops. Loam, what is this
3081 that is? The hens in the next garden: their droppings are very good top
3082 dressing. Best of all though are the cattle, especially when they are
3083 fed on those oilcakes. Mulch of dung. Best thing to clean ladies' kid
3084 gloves. Dirty cleans. Ashes too. Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in
3085 that corner there. Lettuce. Always have fresh greens then. Still gardens
3086 have their drawbacks. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday.
3087
3088 He walked on. Where is my hat, by the way? Must have put it back on the
3089 peg. Or hanging up on the floor. Funny I don't remember that. Hallstand
3090 too full. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Picking up the letters.
3091 Drago's shopbell ringing. Queer I was just thinking that moment. Brown
3092 brillantined hair over his collar. Just had a wash and brushup. Wonder
3093 have I time for a bath this morning. Tara street. Chap in the paybox
3094 there got away James Stephens, they say. O'Brien.
3095
3096 Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Agendath what is it? Now, my miss.
3097 Enthusiast.
3098
3099 He kicked open the crazy door of the jakes. Better be careful not to get
3100 these trousers dirty for the funeral. He went in, bowing his head
3101 under the low lintel. Leaving the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy
3102 limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Before sitting down he
3103 peered through a chink up at the nextdoor windows. The king was in his
3104 countinghouse. Nobody.
3105
3106 Asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over
3107 on his bared knees. Something new and easy. No great hurry. Keep it a
3108 bit. Our prize titbit: _Matcham's Masterstroke_. Written by Mr Philip
3109 Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. Payment at the rate of one guinea
3110 a column has been made to the writer. Three and a half. Three pounds
3111 three. Three pounds, thirteen and six.
3112
3113 Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding but
3114 resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he
3115 allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading still
3116 patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Hope it's
3117 not too big bring on piles again. No, just right. So. Ah! Costive. One
3118 tabloid of cascara sagrada. Life might be so. It did not move or touch
3119 him but it was something quick and neat. Print anything now. Silly
3120 season. He read on, seated calm above his own rising smell. Neat
3121 certainly. _Matcham often thinks of the masterstroke by which he won the
3122 laughing witch who now_. Begins and ends morally. _Hand in hand_. Smart.
3123 He glanced back through what he had read and, while feeling his water
3124 flow quietly, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and
3125 received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.
3126
3127 Might manage a sketch. By Mr and Mrs L. M. Bloom. Invent a story for
3128 some proverb. Which? Time I used to try jotting down on my cuff what she
3129 said dressing. Dislike dressing together. Nicked myself shaving. Biting
3130 her nether lip, hooking the placket of her skirt. Timing her. 9.l5.
3131 Did Roberts pay you yet? 9.20. What had Gretta Conroy on? 9.23. What
3132 possessed me to buy this comb? 9.24. I'm swelled after that cabbage. A
3133 speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot.
3134
3135 Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. Morning
3136 after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the
3137 hours. Explain that: morning hours, noon, then evening coming on, then
3138 night hours. Washing her teeth. That was the first night. Her head
3139 dancing. Her fansticks clicking. Is that Boylan well off? He has money.
3140 Why? I noticed he had a good rich smell off his breath dancing. No use
3141 humming then. Allude to it. Strange kind of music that last night. The
3142 mirror was in shadow. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen
3143 vest against her full wagging bub. Peering into it. Lines in her eyes.
3144 It wouldn't pan out somehow.
3145
3146 Evening hours, girls in grey gauze. Night hours then: black with daggers
3147 and eyemasks. Poetical idea: pink, then golden, then grey, then black.
3148 Still, true to life also. Day: then the night.
3149
3150 He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it.
3151 Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. He pulled
3152 back the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom
3153 into the air.
3154
3155 In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he eyed carefully his
3156 black trousers: the ends, the knees, the houghs of the knees. What time
3157 is the funeral? Better find out in the paper.
3158
3159 A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George's
3160 church. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron.
3161
3162 _Heigho! Heigho!
3163 Heigho! Heigho!
3164 Heigho! Heigho!_
3165
3166
3167 Quarter to. There again: the overtone following through the air, third.
3168
3169 Poor Dignam!
3170
3171
3172 By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom walked soberly, past
3173 Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the postal telegraph office.
3174 Could have given that address too. And past the sailors' home. He turned
3175 from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime street.
3176 By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal
3177 linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. A smaller girl with scars of eczema
3178 on her forehead eyed him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. Tell
3179 him if he smokes he won't grow. O let him! His life isn't such a bed of
3180 roses. Waiting outside pubs to bring da home. Come home to ma, da.
3181 Slack hour: won't be many there. He crossed Townsend street, passed
3182 the frowning face of Bethel. El, yes: house of: Aleph, Beth. And past
3183 Nichols' the undertaker. At eleven it is. Time enough. Daresay Corny
3184 Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. Singing with his eyes shut.
3185 Corny. Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a lark. Police tout.
3186 Her name and address she then told with my tooraloom tooraloom tay.
3187 O, surely he bagged it. Bury him cheap in a whatyoumaycall. With my
3188 tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom.
3189
3190
3191 In Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and Oriental
3192 Tea Company and read the legends of leadpapered packets: choice blend,
3193 finest quality, family tea. Rather warm. Tea. Must get some from Tom
3194 Kernan. Couldn't ask him at a funeral, though. While his eyes still read
3195 blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his
3196 right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. Very warm morning.
3197 Under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather
3198 headband inside his high grade ha. Just there. His right hand came down
3199 into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the
3200 headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket.
3201
3202 So warm. His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and
3203 hair. Then he put on his hat again, relieved: and read again: choice
3204 blend, made of the finest Ceylon brands. The far east. Lovely spot it
3205 must be: the garden of the world, big lazy leaves to float about on,
3206 cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. Wonder is it like
3207 that. Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the sun in _dolce far niente_,
3208 not doing a hand's turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot
3209 to quarrel. Influence of the climate. Lethargy. Flowers of idleness. The
3210 air feeds most. Azotes. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. Sensitive plants.
3211 Waterlilies. Petals too tired to. Sleeping sickness in the air. Walk on
3212 roseleaves. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. Where was the chap
3213 I saw in that picture somewhere? Ah yes, in the dead sea floating on his
3214 back, reading a book with a parasol open. Couldn't sink if you tried: so
3215 thick with salt. Because the weight of the water, no, the weight of
3216 the body in the water is equal to the weight of the what? Or is it the
3217 volume is equal to the weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in
3218 High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college curriculum.
3219 Cracking curriculum. What is weight really when you say the weight?
3220 Thirtytwo feet per second per second. Law of falling bodies: per second
3221 per second. They all fall to the ground. The earth. It's the force of
3222 gravity of the earth is the weight.
3223
3224 He turned away and sauntered across the road. How did she walk with her
3225 sausages? Like that something. As he walked he took the folded _Freeman_
3226 from his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a baton and
3227 tapped it at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. Careless air:
3228 just drop in to see. Per second per second. Per second for every second
3229 it means. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of
3230 the postoffice. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In.
3231
3232 He handed the card through the brass grill.
3233
3234 --Are there any letters for me? he asked.
3235
3236 While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the recruiting
3237 poster with soldiers of all arms on parade: and held the tip of his
3238 baton against his nostrils, smelling freshprinted rag paper. No answer
3239 probably. Went too far last time.
3240
3241 The postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a
3242 letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope.
3243
3244 Henry Flower Esq, c/o P. O. Westland Row, City.
3245
3246 Answered anyhow. He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket,
3247 reviewing again the soldiers on parade. Where's old Tweedy's regiment?
3248 Castoff soldier. There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. No, he's a
3249 grenadier. Pointed cuffs. There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. Redcoats.
3250 Too showy. That must be why the women go after them. Uniform. Easier to
3251 enlist and drill. Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell
3252 street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Griffith's paper is on
3253 the same tack now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or
3254 halfseasover empire. Half baked they look: hypnotised like. Eyes front.
3255 Mark time. Table: able. Bed: ed. The King's own. Never see him dressed
3256 up as a fireman or a bobby. A mason, yes.
3257
3258 He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right. Talk: as if
3259 that would mend matters. His hand went into his pocket and a forefinger
3260 felt its way under the flap of the envelope, ripping it open in jerks.
3261 Women will pay a lot of heed, I don't think. His fingers drew forth the
3262 letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something
3263 pinned on: photo perhaps. Hair? No.
3264
3265 M'Coy. Get rid of him quickly. Take me out of my way. Hate company when
3266 you.
3267
3268 --Hello, Bloom. Where are you off to?
3269
3270 --Hello, M'Coy. Nowhere in particular.
3271
3272 --How's the body?
3273
3274 --Fine. How are you?
3275
3276 --Just keeping alive, M'Coy said.
3277
3278 His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:
3279
3280 --Is there any... no trouble I hope? I see you're...
3281
3282 --O, no, Mr Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.
3283
3284 --To be sure, poor fellow. So it is. What time?
3285
3286 A photo it isn't. A badge maybe.
3287
3288 --E... eleven, Mr Bloom answered.
3289
3290 --I must try to get out there, M'Coy said. Eleven, is it? I only heard
3291 it last night. Who was telling me? Holohan. You know Hoppy?
3292
3293 --I know.
3294
3295 Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door
3296 of the Grosvenor. The porter hoisted the valise up on the well. She
3297 stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her,
3298 searched his pockets for change. Stylish kind of coat with that roll
3299 collar, warm for a day like this, looks like blanketcloth. Careless
3300 stand of her with her hands in those patch pockets. Like that haughty
3301 creature at the polo match. Women all for caste till you touch the spot.
3302 Handsome is and handsome does. Reserved about to yield. The honourable
3303 Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. Possess her once take the starch
3304 out of her.
3305
3306 --I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and what do
3307 you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway's we were.
3308
3309 Doran Lyons in Conway's. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In came
3310 Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath
3311 his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the
3312 braided drums. Clearly I can see today. Moisture about gives long sight
3313 perhaps. Talking of one thing or another. Lady's hand. Which side will
3314 she get up?
3315
3316 --And he said: _Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy! What Paddy?_ I
3317 said. _Poor little Paddy Dignam_, he said.
3318
3319 Off to the country: Broadstone probably. High brown boots with laces
3320 dangling. Wellturned foot. What is he foostering over that change for?
3321 Sees me looking. Eye out for other fellow always. Good fallback. Two
3322 strings to her bow.
3323
3324 --_Why?_ I said. _What's wrong with him?_ I said.
3325
3326 Proud: rich: silk stockings.
3327
3328 --Yes, Mr Bloom said.
3329
3330 He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a
3331 minute.
3332
3333 --_What's wrong with him_? He said. _He's dead_, he said. And, faith,
3334 he filled up. _Is it Paddy Dignam_? I said. I couldn't believe it when I
3335 heard it. I was with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it in
3336 the Arch. _Yes,_ he said. _He's gone. He died on Monday, poor fellow_.
3337 Watch! Watch! Silk flash rich stockings white. Watch!
3338
3339 A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between.
3340
3341 Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and
3342 the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment. Girl in Eustace
3343 street hallway Monday was it settling her garter. Her friend covering
3344 the display of _esprit de corps_. Well, what are you gaping at?
3345
3346 --Yes, yes, Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Another gone.
3347
3348 --One of the best, M'Coy said.
3349
3350 The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich
3351 gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her
3352 hat in the sun: flicker, flick.
3353
3354 --Wife well, I suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.
3355
3356 --O, yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks.
3357
3358 He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:
3359
3360 _What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete With it an
3361 abode of bliss._
3362
3363 --My missus has just got an engagement. At least it's not settled yet.
3364
3365 Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I'm off that, thanks.
3366
3367 Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.
3368
3369 --My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the
3370 Ulster Hall, Belfast, on the twenty-fifth.
3371
3372 --That so? M'Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who's getting it up?
3373
3374 Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and.
3375 No book. Blackened court cards laid along her thigh by sevens. Dark lady
3376 and fair man. Letter. Cat furry black ball. Torn strip of envelope.
3377
3378 _Love's
3379 Old
3380 Sweet
3381 Song
3382 Comes lo-ove's old..._
3383
3384 --It's a kind of a tour, don't you see, Mr Bloom said thoughtfully.
3385 _Sweeeet song_. There's a committee formed. Part shares and part
3386 profits.
3387
3388 M'Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble.
3389
3390 --O, well, he said. That's good news.
3391
3392 He moved to go.
3393
3394 --Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around.
3395
3396 --Yes, Mr Bloom said.
3397
3398 --Tell you what, M'Coy said. You might put down my name at the funeral,
3399 will you? I'd like to go but I mightn't be able, you see. There's a
3400 drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself
3401 would have to go down if the body is found. You just shove in my name if
3402 I'm not there, will you?
3403
3404 --I'll do that, Mr Bloom said, moving to get off. That'll be all right.
3405
3406 --Right, M'Coy said brightly. Thanks, old man. I'd go if I possibly
3407 could. Well, tolloll. Just C. P. M'Coy will do.
3408
3409 --That will be done, Mr Bloom answered firmly.
3410
3411 Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. The quick touch. Soft mark. I'd
3412 like my job. Valise I have a particular fancy for. Leather. Capped
3413 corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. Bob Cowley lent him
3414 his for the Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of
3415 it from that good day to this.
3416
3417 Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled. My missus has just
3418 got an. Reedy freckled soprano. Cheeseparing nose. Nice enough in its
3419 way: for a little ballad. No guts in it. You and me, don't you know:
3420 in the same boat. Softsoaping. Give you the needle that would. Can't
3421 he hear the difference? Think he's that way inclined a bit. Against
3422 my grain somehow. Thought that Belfast would fetch him. I hope that
3423 smallpox up there doesn't get worse. Suppose she wouldn't let herself be
3424 vaccinated again. Your wife and my wife.
3425
3426 Wonder is he pimping after me?
3427
3428 Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the multicoloured
3429 hoardings. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale (Aromatic). Clery's Summer
3430 Sale. No, he's going on straight. Hello. _Leah_ tonight. Mrs Bandmann
3431 Palmer. Like to see her again in that. _Hamlet_ she played last night.
3432 Male impersonator. Perhaps he was a woman. Why Ophelia committed
3433 suicide. Poor papa! How he used to talk of Kate Bateman in that. Outside
3434 the Adelphi in London waited all the afternoon to get in. Year before
3435 I was born that was: sixtyfive. And Ristori in Vienna. What is this the
3436 right name is? By Mosenthal it is. Rachel, is it? No. The scene he was
3437 always talking about where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice
3438 and puts his fingers on his face.
3439
3440 Nathan's voice! His son's voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who left his
3441 father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of his
3442 father and left the God of his father.
3443
3444 Every word is so deep, Leopold.
3445
3446 Poor papa! Poor man! I'm glad I didn't go into the room to look at his
3447 face. That day! O, dear! O, dear! Ffoo! Well, perhaps it was best for
3448 him.
3449
3450 Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the
3451 hazard. No use thinking of it any more. Nosebag time. Wish I hadn't met
3452 that M'Coy fellow.
3453
3454 He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing
3455 teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet
3456 oaten reek of horsepiss. Their Eldorado. Poor jugginses! Damn all they
3457 know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags.
3458 Too full for words. Still they get their feed all right and their doss.
3459 Gelded too: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their
3460 haunches. Might be happy all the same that way. Good poor brutes they
3461 look. Still their neigh can be very irritating.
3462
3463 He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he
3464 carried. Might just walk into her here. The lane is safer.
3465
3466 He passed the cabman's shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies.
3467 All weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. _Voglio
3468 e non_. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Sociable. Shout a few flying
3469 syllables as they pass. He hummed:
3470
3471 _La ci darem la mano
3472 La la lala la la._
3473
3474 He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted in the
3475 lee of the station wall. No-one. Meade's timberyard. Piled balks. Ruins
3476 and tenements. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with
3477 its forgotten pickeystone. Not a sinner. Near the timberyard a squatted
3478 child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a cunnythumb. A wise
3479 tabby, a blinking sphinx, watched from her warm sill. Pity to disturb
3480 them. Mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her. Open it.
3481 And once I played marbles when I went to that old dame's school. She
3482 liked mignonette. Mrs Ellis's. And Mr? He opened the letter within the
3483 newspaper.
3484
3485 A flower. I think it's a. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Not
3486 annoyed then? What does she say?
3487
3488 Dear Henry
3489
3490 I got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it. I am sorry
3491 you did not like my last letter. Why did you enclose the stamps? I am
3492 awfully angry with you. I do wish I could punish you for that. I called
3493 you naughty boy because I do not like that other world. Please tell me
3494 what is the real meaning of that word? Are you not happy in your home
3495 you poor little naughty boy? I do wish I could do something for you.
3496 Please tell me what you think of poor me. I often think of the beautiful
3497 name you have. Dear Henry, when will we meet? I think of you so often
3498 you have no idea. I have never felt myself so much drawn to a man as
3499 you. I feel so bad about. Please write me a long letter and tell me
3500 more. Remember if you do not I will punish you. So now you know what I
3501 will do to you, you naughty boy, if you do not wrote. O how I long to
3502 meet you. Henry dear, do not deny my request before my patience are
3503 exhausted. Then I will tell you all. Goodbye now, naughty darling, I
3504 have such a bad headache. today. and write _by return_ to your longing
3505
3506 Martha
3507
3508 P. S. Do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use. I want to
3509 know.
3510
3511 He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell
3512 and placed it in his heart pocket. Language of flowers. They like it
3513 because no-one can hear. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Then
3514 walking slowly forward he read the letter again, murmuring here and
3515 there a word. Angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus
3516 if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long violets to dear roses
3517 when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume.
3518 Having read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his
3519 sidepocket.
3520
3521 Weak joy opened his lips. Changed since the first letter. Wonder did she
3522 wrote it herself. Doing the indignant: a girl of good family like me,
3523 respectable character. Could meet one Sunday after the rosary. Thank
3524 you: not having any. Usual love scrimmage. Then running round corners.
3525 Bad as a row with Molly. Cigar has a cooling effect. Narcotic. Go
3526 further next time. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of course.
3527 Brutal, why not? Try it anyhow. A bit at a time.
3528
3529 Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it.
3530 Common pin, eh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere:
3531 pinned together. Queer the number of pins they always have. No roses
3532 without thorns.
3533
3534 Flat Dublin voices bawled in his head. Those two sluts that night in the
3535 Coombe, linked together in the rain.
3536
3537 _O, Mary lost the pin of her drawers.
3538 She didn't know what to do
3539 To keep it up
3540 To keep it up._
3541
3542 It? Them. Such a bad headache. Has her roses probably. Or sitting all
3543 day typing. Eyefocus bad for stomach nerves. What perfume does your wife
3544 use. Now could you make out a thing like that?
3545
3546 _To keep it up._
3547
3548 Martha, Mary. I saw that picture somewhere I forget now old master or
3549 faked for money. He is sitting in their house, talking. Mysterious. Also
3550 the two sluts in the Coombe would listen.
3551
3552 _To keep it up._
3553
3554 Nice kind of evening feeling. No more wandering about. Just loll there:
3555 quiet dusk: let everything rip. Forget. Tell about places you have been,
3556 strange customs. The other one, jar on her head, was getting the supper:
3557 fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of a well, stonecold like the hole
3558 in the wall at Ashtown. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to the
3559 trottingmatches. She listens with big dark soft eyes. Tell her: more and
3560 more: all. Then a sigh: silence. Long long long rest.
3561
3562 Going under the railway arch he took out the envelope, tore it swiftly
3563 in shreds and scattered them towards the road. The shreds fluttered
3564 away, sank in the dank air: a white flutter, then all sank.
3565
3566 Henry Flower. You could tear up a cheque for a hundred pounds in the
3567 same way. Simple bit of paper. Lord Iveagh once cashed a sevenfigure
3568 cheque for a million in the bank of Ireland. Shows you the money to be
3569 made out of porter. Still the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change
3570 his shirt four times a day, they say. Skin breeds lice or vermin. A
3571 million pounds, wait a moment. Twopence a pint, fourpence a quart,
3572 eightpence a gallon of porter, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter.
3573 One and four into twenty: fifteen about. Yes, exactly. Fifteen millions
3574 of barrels of porter.
3575
3576 What am I saying barrels? Gallons. About a million barrels all the same.
3577
3578 An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, coach after coach.
3579 Barrels bumped in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside.
3580 The bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing
3581 together, winding through mudflats all over the level land, a lazy
3582 pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth.
3583
3584 He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Stepping into the porch
3585 he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again
3586 behind the leather headband. Damn it. I might have tried to work M'Coy
3587 for a pass to Mullingar.
3588
3589 Same notice on the door. Sermon by the very reverend John Conmee S.J.
3590 on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African Mission. Prayers for the
3591 conversion of Gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious. The
3592 protestants are the same. Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the true
3593 religion. Save China's millions. Wonder how they explain it to the
3594 heathen Chinee. Prefer an ounce of opium. Celestials. Rank heresy for
3595 them. Buddha their god lying on his side in the museum. Taking it easy
3596 with hand under his cheek. Josssticks burning. Not like Ecce Homo. Crown
3597 of thorns and cross. Clever idea Saint Patrick the shamrock. Chopsticks?
3598 Conmee: Martin Cunningham knows him: distinguishedlooking. Sorry I
3599 didn't work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of that
3600 Father Farley who looked a fool but wasn't. They're taught that. He's
3601 not going out in bluey specs with the sweat rolling off him to baptise
3602 blacks, is he? The glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Like to see
3603 them sitting round in a ring with blub lips, entranced, listening. Still
3604 life. Lap it up like milk, I suppose.
3605
3606 The cold smell of sacred stone called him. He trod the worn steps,
3607 pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the rere.
3608
3609 Something going on: some sodality. Pity so empty. Nice discreet place
3610 to be next some girl. Who is my neighbour? Jammed by the hour to slow
3611 music. That woman at midnight mass. Seventh heaven. Women knelt in the
3612 benches with crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed. A batch
3613 knelt at the altarrails. The priest went along by them, murmuring,
3614 holding the thing in his hands. He stopped at each, took out a
3615 communion, shook a drop or two (are they in water?) off it and put it
3616 neatly into her mouth. Her hat and head sank. Then the next one. Her hat
3617 sank at once. Then the next one: a small old woman. The priest bent down
3618 to put it into her mouth, murmuring all the time. Latin. The next one.
3619 Shut your eyes and open your mouth. What? _Corpus:_ body. Corpse. Good
3620 idea the Latin. Stupefies them first. Hospice for the dying. They
3621 don't seem to chew it: only swallow it down. Rum idea: eating bits of a
3622 corpse. Why the cannibals cotton to it.
3623
3624 He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle, one by
3625 one, and seek their places. He approached a bench and seated himself in
3626 its corner, nursing his hat and newspaper. These pots we have to wear.
3627 We ought to have hats modelled on our heads. They were about him here
3628 and there, with heads still bowed in their crimson halters, waiting for
3629 it to melt in their stomachs. Something like those mazzoth: it's that
3630 sort of bread: unleavened shewbread. Look at them. Now I bet it makes
3631 them feel happy. Lollipop. It does. Yes, bread of angels it's called.
3632 There's a big idea behind it, kind of kingdom of God is within you feel.
3633 First communicants. Hokypoky penny a lump. Then feel all like one family
3634 party, same in the theatre, all in the same swim. They do. I'm sure of
3635 that. Not so lonely. In our confraternity. Then come out a bit spreeish.
3636 Let off steam. Thing is if you really believe in it. Lourdes cure,
3637 waters of oblivion, and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Old
3638 fellow asleep near that confessionbox. Hence those snores. Blind faith.
3639 Safe in the arms of kingdom come. Lulls all pain. Wake this time next
3640 year.
3641
3642 He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel an
3643 instant before it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace
3644 affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn't know what
3645 to do to. Bald spot behind. Letters on his back: I.N.R.I? No: I.H.S.
3646 Molly told me one time I asked her. I have sinned: or no: I have
3647 suffered, it is. And the other one? Iron nails ran in.
3648
3649 Meet one Sunday after the rosary. Do not deny my request. Turn up with
3650 a veil and black bag. Dusk and the light behind her. She might be here
3651 with a ribbon round her neck and do the other thing all the same on the
3652 sly. Their character. That fellow that turned queen's evidence on the
3653 invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the communion
3654 every morning. This very church. Peter Carey, yes. No, Peter Claver I am
3655 thinking of. Denis Carey. And just imagine that. Wife and six children
3656 at home. And plotting that murder all the time. Those crawthumpers,
3657 now that's a good name for them, there's always something shiftylooking
3658 about them. They're not straight men of business either. O, no, she's
3659 not here: the flower: no, no. By the way, did I tear up that envelope?
3660 Yes: under the bridge.
3661
3662 The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then he tossed off the dregs
3663 smartly. Wine. Makes it more aristocratic than for example if he drank
3664 what they are used to Guinness's porter or some temperance beverage
3665 Wheatley's Dublin hop bitters or Cantrell and Cochrane's ginger ale
3666 (aromatic). Doesn't give them any of it: shew wine: only the other.
3667 Cold comfort. Pious fraud but quite right: otherwise they'd have one old
3668 booser worse than another coming along, cadging for a drink. Queer the
3669 whole atmosphere of the. Quite right. Perfectly right that is.
3670
3671 Mr Bloom looked back towards the choir. Not going to be any music. Pity.
3672 Who has the organ here I wonder? Old Glynn he knew how to make that
3673 instrument talk, the _vibrato_: fifty pounds a year they say he had in
3674 Gardiner street. Molly was in fine voice that day, the _Stabat Mater_
3675 of Rossini. Father Bernard Vaughan's sermon first. Christ or Pilate?
3676 Christ, but don't keep us all night over it. Music they wanted.
3677 Footdrill stopped. Could hear a pin drop. I told her to pitch her voice
3678 against that corner. I could feel the thrill in the air, the full, the
3679 people looking up:
3680
3681 _Quis est homo._
3682
3683 Some of that old sacred music splendid. Mercadante: seven last words.
3684 Mozart's twelfth mass: _Gloria_ in that. Those old popes keen on music,
3685 on art and statues and pictures of all kinds. Palestrina for example
3686 too. They had a gay old time while it lasted. Healthy too, chanting,
3687 regular hours, then brew liqueurs. Benedictine. Green Chartreuse. Still,
3688 having eunuchs in their choir that was coming it a bit thick. What kind
3689 of voice is it? Must be curious to hear after their own strong basses.
3690 Connoisseurs. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. Kind of a
3691 placid. No worry. Fall into flesh, don't they? Gluttons, tall, long
3692 legs. Who knows? Eunuch. One way out of it.
3693
3694 He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about and
3695 bless all the people. All crossed themselves and stood up. Mr Bloom
3696 glanced about him and then stood up, looking over the risen hats. Stand
3697 up at the gospel of course. Then all settled down on their knees again
3698 and he sat back quietly in his bench. The priest came down from the
3699 altar, holding the thing out from him, and he and the massboy answered
3700 each other in Latin. Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a
3701 card:
3702
3703 --O God, our refuge and our strength...
3704
3705 Mr Bloom put his face forward to catch the words. English. Throw them
3706 the bone. I remember slightly. How long since your last mass? Glorious
3707 and immaculate virgin. Joseph, her spouse. Peter and Paul. More
3708 interesting if you understood what it was all about. Wonderful
3709 organisation certainly, goes like clockwork. Confession. Everyone wants
3710 to. Then I will tell you all. Penance. Punish me, please. Great weapon
3711 in their hands. More than doctor or solicitor. Woman dying to. And I
3712 schschschschschsch. And did you chachachachacha? And why did you? Look
3713 down at her ring to find an excuse. Whispering gallery walls have ears.
3714 Husband learn to his surprise. God's little joke. Then out she comes.
3715 Repentance skindeep. Lovely shame. Pray at an altar. Hail Mary and Holy
3716 Mary. Flowers, incense, candles melting. Hide her blushes. Salvation
3717 army blatant imitation. Reformed prostitute will address the meeting.
3718 How I found the Lord. Squareheaded chaps those must be in Rome: they
3719 work the whole show. And don't they rake in the money too? Bequests
3720 also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion.
3721 Masses for the repose of my soul to be said publicly with open doors.
3722 Monasteries and convents. The priest in that Fermanagh will case in the
3723 witnessbox. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything.
3724 Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The doctors of the
3725 church: they mapped out the whole theology of it.
3726
3727 The priest prayed:
3728
3729 --Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the hour of conflict. Be
3730 our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God
3731 restrain him, we humbly pray!): and do thou, O prince of the heavenly
3732 host, by the power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those
3733 other wicked spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.
3734
3735 The priest and the massboy stood up and walked off. All over. The women
3736 remained behind: thanksgiving.
3737
3738 Better be shoving along. Brother Buzz. Come around with the plate
3739 perhaps. Pay your Easter duty.
3740
3741 He stood up. Hello. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all the
3742 time? Women enjoy it. Never tell you. But we. Excuse, miss, there's a
3743 (whh!) just a (whh!) fluff. Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked.
3744 Glimpses of the moon. Annoyed if you don't. Why didn't you tell me
3745 before. Still like you better untidy. Good job it wasn't farther south.
3746 He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through the main
3747 door into the light. He stood a moment unseeing by the cold black marble
3748 bowl while before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in
3749 the low tide of holy water. Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow
3750 in her weeds. Notice because I'm in mourning myself. He covered himself.
3751 How goes the time? Quarter past. Time enough yet. Better get that lotion
3752 made up. Where is this? Ah yes, the last time. Sweny's in Lincoln place.
3753 Chemists rarely move. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir.
3754 Hamilton Long's, founded in the year of the flood. Huguenot churchyard
3755 near there. Visit some day.
3756
3757 He walked southward along Westland row. But the recipe is in the other
3758 trousers. O, and I forgot that latchkey too. Bore this funeral affair.
3759 O well, poor fellow, it's not his fault. When was it I got it made up
3760 last? Wait. I changed a sovereign I remember. First of the month it must
3761 have been or the second. O, he can look it up in the prescriptions book.
3762
3763 The chemist turned back page after page. Sandy shrivelled smell he seems
3764 to have. Shrunken skull. And old. Quest for the philosopher's stone. The
3765 alchemists. Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why?
3766 Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.
3767 Living all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. All his
3768 alabaster lilypots. Mortar and pestle. Aq. Dist. Fol. Laur. Te Virid.
3769 Smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell. Doctor Whack. He
3770 ought to physic himself a bit. Electuary or emulsion. The first fellow
3771 that picked an herb to cure himself had a bit of pluck. Simples. Want to
3772 be careful. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Test: turns blue
3773 litmus paper red. Chloroform. Overdose of laudanum. Sleeping draughts.
3774 Lovephiltres. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough. Clogs the pores or the
3775 phlegm. Poisons the only cures. Remedy where you least expect it. Clever
3776 of nature.
3777
3778 --About a fortnight ago, sir?
3779
3780 --Yes, Mr Bloom said.
3781
3782 He waited by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the
3783 dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. Lot of time taken up telling
3784 your aches and pains.
3785
3786 --Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom said, and then
3787 orangeflower water...
3788
3789 It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax.
3790
3791 --And white wax also, he said.
3792
3793 Brings out the darkness of her eyes. Looking at me, the sheet up to
3794 her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when I was fixing the links in my
3795 cuffs. Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the
3796 teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk.
3797 Skinfood. One of the old queen's sons, duke of Albany was it? had only
3798 one skin. Leopold, yes. Three we have. Warts, bunions and pimples to
3799 make it worse. But you want a perfume too. What perfume does your? _Peau
3800 d'Espagne_. That orangeflower water is so fresh. Nice smell these soaps
3801 have. Pure curd soap. Time to get a bath round the corner. Hammam.
3802 Turkish. Massage. Dirt gets rolled up in your navel. Nicer if a nice
3803 girl did it. Also I think I. Yes I. Do it in the bath. Curious longing
3804 I. Water to water. Combine business with pleasure. Pity no time for
3805 massage. Feel fresh then all the day. Funeral be rather glum.
3806
3807 --Yes, sir, the chemist said. That was two and nine. Have you brought a
3808 bottle?
3809
3810 --No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I'll call later in the day and
3811 I'll take one of these soaps. How much are they?
3812
3813 --Fourpence, sir.
3814
3815 Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.
3816
3817 --I'll take this one, he said. That makes three and a penny.
3818
3819 --Yes, sir, the chemist said. You can pay all together, sir, when you
3820 come back.
3821
3822 --Good, Mr Bloom said.
3823
3824 He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit, the
3825 coolwrappered soap in his left hand.
3826
3827 At his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said:
3828
3829 --Hello, Bloom. What's the best news? Is that today's? Show us a minute.
3830
3831 Shaved off his moustache again, by Jove! Long cold upper lip. To look
3832 younger. He does look balmy. Younger than I am.
3833
3834 Bantam Lyons's yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton. Wants a
3835 wash too. Take off the rough dirt. Good morning, have you used Pears'
3836 soap? Dandruff on his shoulders. Scalp wants oiling.
3837
3838 --I want to see about that French horse that's running today, Bantam
3839 Lyons said. Where the bugger is it?
3840
3841 He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar.
3842 Barber's itch. Tight collar he'll lose his hair. Better leave him the
3843 paper and get shut of him.
3844
3845 --You can keep it, Mr Bloom said.
3846
3847 --Ascot. Gold cup. Wait, Bantam Lyons muttered. Half a mo. Maximum the
3848 second.
3849
3850 --I was just going to throw it away, Mr Bloom said.
3851
3852 Bantam Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly.
3853
3854 --What's that? his sharp voice said.
3855
3856 --I say you can keep it, Mr Bloom answered. I was going to throw it away
3857 that moment.
3858
3859 Bantam Lyons doubted an instant, leering: then thrust the outspread
3860 sheets back on Mr Bloom's arms.
3861
3862 --I'll risk it, he said. Here, thanks.
3863
3864 He sped off towards Conway's corner. God speed scut.
3865
3866 Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the soap
3867 in it, smiling. Silly lips of that chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of it
3868 lately. Messenger boys stealing to put on sixpence. Raffle for large
3869 tender turkey. Your Christmas dinner for threepence. Jack Fleming
3870 embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America. Keeps a hotel now.
3871 They never come back. Fleshpots of Egypt.
3872
3873 He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you of a
3874 mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see. He
3875 eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled
3876 up like a cod in a pot. Damn bad ad. Now if they had made it round
3877 like a wheel. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and the hub big:
3878 college. Something to catch the eye.
3879
3880 There's Hornblower standing at the porter's lodge. Keep him on hands:
3881 might take a turn in there on the nod. How do you do, Mr Hornblower? How
3882 do you do, sir?
3883
3884 Heavenly weather really. If life was always like that. Cricket weather.
3885 Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can't play it
3886 here. Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the
3887 Kildare street club with a slog to square leg. Donnybrook fair more
3888 in their line. And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the
3889 floor. Heatwave. Won't last. Always passing, the stream of life, which
3890 in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all.
3891
3892 Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle tepid
3893 stream. This is my body.
3894
3895 He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of
3896 warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his
3897 trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward,
3898 lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of
3899 his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of
3900 thousands, a languid floating flower.
3901
3902
3903
3904 Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking
3905 carriage and, entering deftly, seated himself. Mr Power stepped in after
3906 him, curving his height with care.
3907
3908 --Come on, Simon.
3909
3910 --After you, Mr Bloom said.
3911
3912 Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, saying:
3913
3914 Yes, yes.
3915
3916 --Are we all here now? Martin Cunningham asked. Come along, Bloom.
3917
3918 Mr Bloom entered and sat in the vacant place. He pulled the door to
3919 after him and slammed it twice till it shut tight. He passed an arm
3920 through the armstrap and looked seriously from the open carriagewindow
3921 at the lowered blinds of the avenue. One dragged aside: an old woman
3922 peeping. Nose whiteflattened against the pane. Thanking her stars she
3923 was passed over. Extraordinary the interest they take in a corpse. Glad
3924 to see us go we give them such trouble coming. Job seems to suit them.
3925 Huggermugger in corners. Slop about in slipperslappers for fear he'd
3926 wake. Then getting it ready. Laying it out. Molly and Mrs Fleming making
3927 the bed. Pull it more to your side. Our windingsheet. Never know who
3928 will touch you dead. Wash and shampoo. I believe they clip the nails and
3929 the hair. Keep a bit in an envelope. Grows all the same after. Unclean
3930 job.
3931
3932 All waited. Nothing was said. Stowing in the wreaths probably. I am
3933 sitting on something hard. Ah, that soap: in my hip pocket. Better shift
3934 it out of that. Wait for an opportunity.
3935
3936 All waited. Then wheels were heard from in front, turning: then nearer:
3937 then horses' hoofs. A jolt. Their carriage began to move, creaking and
3938 swaying. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. The blinds of
3939 the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar. At
3940 walking pace.
3941
3942 They waited still, their knees jogging, till they had turned and were
3943 passing along the tramtracks. Tritonville road. Quicker. The wheels
3944 rattled rolling over the cobbled causeway and the crazy glasses shook
3945 rattling in the doorframes.
3946
3947 --What way is he taking us? Mr Power asked through both windows.
3948
3949 --Irishtown, Martin Cunningham said. Ringsend. Brunswick street.
3950
3951 Mr Dedalus nodded, looking out.
3952
3953 --That's a fine old custom, he said. I am glad to see it has not died
3954 out.
3955
3956 All watched awhile through their windows caps and hats lifted by
3957 passers. Respect. The carriage swerved from the tramtrack to the
3958 smoother road past Watery lane. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man,
3959 clad in mourning, a wide hat.
3960
3961 --There's a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, he said.
3962
3963 --Who is that?
3964
3965 --Your son and heir.
3966
3967 --Where is he? Mr Dedalus said, stretching over across.
3968
3969 The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway
3970 before the tenement houses, lurched round the corner and, swerving back
3971 to the tramtrack, rolled on noisily with chattering wheels. Mr Dedalus
3972 fell back, saying:
3973
3974 --Was that Mulligan cad with him? His _fidus Achates_!
3975
3976 --No, Mr Bloom said. He was alone.
3977
3978 --Down with his aunt Sally, I suppose, Mr Dedalus said, the Goulding
3979 faction, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump
3980 of dung, the wise child that knows her own father.
3981
3982 Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. Wallace Bros: the
3983 bottleworks: Dodder bridge.
3984
3985 Richie Goulding and the legal bag. Goulding, Collis and Ward he calls
3986 the firm. His jokes are getting a bit damp. Great card he was. Waltzing
3987 in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a Sunday morning, the
3988 landlady's two hats pinned on his head. Out on the rampage all night.
3989 Beginning to tell on him now: that backache of his, I fear. Wife ironing
3990 his back. Thinks he'll cure it with pills. All breadcrumbs they are.
3991 About six hundred per cent profit.
3992
3993 --He's in with a lowdown crowd, Mr Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan is a
3994 contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by all accounts. His name stinks
3995 all over Dublin. But with the help of God and His blessed mother I'll
3996 make it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother
3997 or his aunt or whatever she is that will open her eye as wide as a gate.
3998 I'll tickle his catastrophe, believe you me.
3999
4000 He cried above the clatter of the wheels:
4001
4002 --I won't have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son. A counterjumper's
4003 son. Selling tapes in my cousin, Peter Paul M'Swiney's. Not likely.
4004
4005 He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power's mild
4006 face and Martin Cunningham's eyes and beard, gravely shaking. Noisy
4007 selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to hand on. If
4008 little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the house.
4009 Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. My son. Me in his eyes. Strange
4010 feeling it would be. From me. Just a chance. Must have been that morning
4011 in Raymond terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs at it by
4012 the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up. She had
4013 that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched. Give us a touch,
4014 Poldy. God, I'm dying for it. How life begins.
4015
4016 Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside her.
4017 I could have helped him on in life. I could. Make him independent. Learn
4018 German too.
4019
4020 --Are we late? Mr Power asked.
4021
4022 --Ten minutes, Martin Cunningham said, looking at his watch.
4023
4024 Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O jumping
4025 Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Still, she's a dear girl. Soon be a
4026 woman. Mullingar. Dearest Papli. Young student. Yes, yes: a woman too.
4027 Life, life.
4028
4029 The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying.
4030
4031 --Corny might have given us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power said.
4032
4033 --He might, Mr Dedalus said, if he hadn't that squint troubling him. Do
4034 you follow me?
4035
4036 He closed his left eye. Martin Cunningham began to brush away
4037 crustcrumbs from under his thighs.
4038
4039 --What is this, he said, in the name of God? Crumbs?
4040
4041 --Someone seems to have been making a picnic party here lately, Mr Power
4042 said.
4043
4044 All raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed buttonless
4045 leather of the seats. Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned downward
4046 and said:
4047
4048 --Unless I'm greatly mistaken. What do you think, Martin?
4049
4050 --It struck me too, Martin Cunningham said.
4051
4052 Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Glad I took that bath. Feel my feet quite
4053 clean. But I wish Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better.
4054
4055 Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly.
4056
4057 --After all, he said, it's the most natural thing in the world.
4058
4059 --Did Tom Kernan turn up? Martin Cunningham asked, twirling the peak of
4060 his beard gently.
4061
4062 --Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He's behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.
4063
4064 --And Corny Kelleher himself? Mr Power asked.
4065
4066 --At the cemetery, Martin Cunningham said.
4067
4068 --I met M'Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said. He said he'd try to come.
4069
4070 The carriage halted short.
4071
4072 --What's wrong?
4073
4074 --We're stopped.
4075
4076 --Where are we?
4077
4078 Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.
4079
4080 --The grand canal, he said.
4081
4082 Gasworks. Whooping cough they say it cures. Good job Milly never got
4083 it. Poor children! Doubles them up black and blue in convulsions. Shame
4084 really. Got off lightly with illnesses compared. Only measles. Flaxseed
4085 tea. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Canvassing for death. Don't miss
4086 this chance. Dogs' home over there. Poor old Athos! Be good to Athos,
4087 Leopold, is my last wish. Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave.
4088 A dying scrawl. He took it to heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men's
4089 dogs usually are.
4090
4091 A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of shower
4092 spray dots over the grey flags. Apart. Curious. Like through a colander.
4093 I thought it would. My boots were creaking I remember now.
4094
4095 --The weather is changing, he said quietly.
4096
4097 --A pity it did not keep up fine, Martin Cunningham said.
4098
4099 --Wanted for the country, Mr Power said. There's the sun again coming
4100 out.
4101
4102 Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a
4103 mute curse at the sky.
4104
4105 --It's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he said.
4106
4107 --We're off again.
4108
4109 The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed
4110 gently. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.
4111
4112 --Tom Kernan was immense last night, he said. And Paddy Leonard taking
4113 him off to his face.
4114
4115 --O, draw him out, Martin, Mr Power said eagerly. Wait till you hear
4116 him, Simon, on Ben Dollard's singing of _The Croppy Boy_.
4117
4118 --Immense, Martin Cunningham said pompously. _His singing of that simple
4119 ballad, Martin, is the most trenchant rendering I ever heard in the
4120 whole course of my experience._
4121
4122 --Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He's dead nuts on that. And the
4123 retrospective arrangement.
4124
4125 --Did you read Dan Dawson's speech? Martin Cunningham asked.
4126
4127 --I did not then, Mr Dedalus said. Where is it?
4128
4129 --In the paper this morning.
4130
4131 Mr Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. That book I must change
4132 for her.
4133
4134 --No, no, Mr Dedalus said quickly. Later on please.
4135
4136 Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the edge of the paper, scanning the
4137 deaths: Callan, Coleman, Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, what
4138 Peake is that? is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne's? no, Sexton,
4139 Urbright. Inked characters fast fading on the frayed breaking paper.
4140 Thanks to the Little Flower. Sadly missed. To the inexpressible grief of
4141 his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month's mind: Quinlan. On
4142 whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy.
4143
4144 _It is now a month since dear Henry fled To his home up above in the sky
4145 While his family weeps and mourns his loss Hoping some day to meet him
4146 on high._
4147
4148 I tore up the envelope? Yes. Where did I put her letter after I read it
4149 in the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry
4150 fled. Before my patience are exhausted.
4151
4152 National school. Meade's yard. The hazard. Only two there now. Nodding.
4153 Full as a tick. Too much bone in their skulls. The other trotting round
4154 with a fare. An hour ago I was passing there. The jarvies raised their
4155 hats.
4156
4157 A pointsman's back straightened itself upright suddenly against a
4158 tramway standard by Mr Bloom's window. Couldn't they invent something
4159 automatic so that the wheel itself much handier? Well but that fellow
4160 would lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job
4161 making the new invention?
4162
4163 Antient concert rooms. Nothing on there. A man in a buff suit with a
4164 crape armlet. Not much grief there. Quarter mourning. People in law
4165 perhaps.
4166
4167 They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark's, under the railway
4168 bridge, past the Queen's theatre: in silence. Hoardings: Eugene
4169 Stratton, Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Could I go to see LEAH tonight, I wonder.
4170 I said I. Or the _Lily of Killarney_? Elster Grimes Opera Company. Big
4171 powerful change. Wet bright bills for next week. _Fun on the Bristol_.
4172 Martin Cunningham could work a pass for the Gaiety. Have to stand a
4173 drink or two. As broad as it's long.
4174
4175 He's coming in the afternoon. Her songs.
4176
4177 Plasto's. Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust. Who was he?
4178
4179 --How do you do? Martin Cunningham said, raising his palm to his brow in
4180 salute.
4181
4182 --He doesn't see us, Mr Power said. Yes, he does. How do you do?
4183
4184 --Who? Mr Dedalus asked.
4185
4186 --Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.
4187
4188 Just that moment I was thinking.
4189
4190 Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. From the door of the Red Bank the
4191 white disc of a straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed.
4192
4193 Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right
4194 hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees?
4195 Fascination. Worst man in Dublin. That keeps him alive. They sometimes
4196 feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that. My nails. I
4197 am just looking at them: well pared. And after: thinking alone. Body
4198 getting a bit softy. I would notice that: from remembering. What causes
4199 that? I suppose the skin can't contract quickly enough when the flesh
4200 falls off. But the shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders.
4201 Hips. Plump. Night of the dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks
4202 behind.
4203
4204 He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant
4205 glance over their faces.
4206
4207 Mr Power asked:
4208
4209 --How is the concert tour getting on, Bloom?
4210
4211 --O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It's a good
4212 idea, you see...
4213
4214 --Are you going yourself?
4215
4216 --Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the
4217 county Clare on some private business. You see the idea is to tour the
4218 chief towns. What you lose on one you can make up on the other.
4219
4220 --Quite so, Martin Cunningham said. Mary Anderson is up there now.
4221
4222 Have you good artists?
4223
4224 --Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom said. O yes, we'll have all
4225 topnobbers. J. C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The best, in
4226 fact.
4227
4228 --And _Madame_, Mr Power said smiling. Last but not least.
4229
4230 Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped
4231 them. Smith O'Brien. Someone has laid a bunch of flowers there. Woman.
4232 Must be his deathday. For many happy returns. The carriage wheeling by
4233 Farrell's statue united noiselessly their unresisting knees.
4234
4235 Oot: a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares, his
4236 mouth opening: oot.
4237
4238 --Four bootlaces for a penny.
4239
4240 Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume street.
4241 Same house as Molly's namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for Waterford.
4242 Has that silk hat ever since. Relics of old decency. Mourning too.
4243 Terrible comedown, poor wretch! Kicked about like snuff at a wake.
4244 O'Callaghan on his last legs.
4245
4246 And _Madame_. Twenty past eleven. Up. Mrs Fleming is in to clean. Doing
4247 her hair, humming. _voglio e non vorrei_. No. _vorrei e non_. Looking at
4248 the tips of her hairs to see if they are split. _Mi trema un poco
4249 il_. Beautiful on that _tre_ her voice is: weeping tone. A thrush. A
4250 throstle. There is a word throstle that expresses that.
4251
4252 His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power's goodlooking face. Greyish over
4253 the ears. _Madame_: smiling. I smiled back. A smile goes a long way.
4254 Only politeness perhaps. Nice fellow. Who knows is that true about the
4255 woman he keeps? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they say, who was it
4256 told me, there is no carnal. You would imagine that would get played
4257 out pretty quick. Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her
4258 a pound of rumpsteak. What is this she was? Barmaid in Jury's. Or the
4259 Moira, was it?
4260
4261 They passed under the hugecloaked Liberator's form.
4262
4263 Martin Cunningham nudged Mr Power.
4264
4265 --Of the tribe of Reuben, he said.
4266
4267 A tall blackbearded figure, bent on a stick, stumping round the corner
4268 of Elvery's Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his spine.
4269
4270 --In all his pristine beauty, Mr Power said.
4271
4272 Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly:
4273
4274 --The devil break the hasp of your back!
4275
4276 Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as the
4277 carriage passed Gray's statue.
4278
4279 --We have all been there, Martin Cunningham said broadly.
4280
4281 His eyes met Mr Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:
4282
4283 --Well, nearly all of us.
4284
4285 Mr Bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his companions' faces.
4286
4287 --That's an awfully good one that's going the rounds about Reuben J and
4288 the son.
4289
4290 --About the boatman? Mr Power asked.
4291
4292 --Yes. Isn't it awfully good?
4293
4294 --What is that? Mr Dedalus asked. I didn't hear it.
4295
4296 --There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined to
4297 send him to the Isle of Man out of harm's way but when they were both
4298 ...
4299
4300 --What? Mr Dedalus asked. That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it?
4301
4302 --Yes, Mr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he tried
4303 to drown...
4304
4305 --Drown Barabbas! Mr Dedalus cried. I wish to Christ he did!
4306
4307 Mr Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.
4308
4309 --No, Mr Bloom said, the son himself...
4310
4311 Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely:
4312
4313 --Reuben and the son were piking it down the quay next the river on
4314 their way to the Isle of Man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got
4315 loose and over the wall with him into the Liffey.
4316
4317 --For God's sake! Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Is he dead?
4318
4319 --Dead! Martin Cunningham cried. Not he! A boatman got a pole and fished
4320 him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the father
4321 on the quay more dead than alive. Half the town was there.
4322
4323 --Yes, Mr Bloom said. But the funny part is...
4324
4325 --And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said, gave the boatman a florin for
4326 saving his son's life.
4327
4328 A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power's hand.
4329
4330 --O, he did, Martin Cunningham affirmed. Like a hero. A silver florin.
4331
4332 --Isn't it awfully good? Mr Bloom said eagerly.
4333
4334 --One and eightpence too much, Mr Dedalus said drily.
4335
4336 Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the carriage.
4337
4338 Nelson's pillar.
4339
4340 --Eight plums a penny! Eight for a penny!
4341
4342 --We had better look a little serious, Martin Cunningham said.
4343
4344 Mr Dedalus sighed.
4345
4346 --Ah then indeed, he said, poor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a laugh.
4347 Many a good one he told himself.
4348
4349 --The Lord forgive me! Mr Power said, wiping his wet eyes with his
4350 fingers. Poor Paddy! I little thought a week ago when I saw him last and
4351 he was in his usual health that I'd be driving after him like this. He's
4352 gone from us.
4353
4354 --As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, Mr Dedalus said. He went
4355 very suddenly.
4356
4357 --Breakdown, Martin Cunningham said. Heart.
4358
4359 He tapped his chest sadly.
4360
4361 Blazing face: redhot. Too much John Barleycorn. Cure for a red nose.
4362 Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent
4363 colouring it.
4364
4365 Mr Power gazed at the passing houses with rueful apprehension.
4366
4367 --He had a sudden death, poor fellow, he said.
4368
4369 --The best death, Mr Bloom said.
4370
4371 Their wide open eyes looked at him.
4372
4373 --No suffering, he said. A moment and all is over. Like dying in sleep.
4374
4375 No-one spoke.
4376
4377 Dead side of the street this. Dull business by day, land agents,
4378 temperance hotel, Falconer's railway guide, civil service college,
4379 Gill's, catholic club, the industrious blind. Why? Some reason. Sun or
4380 wind. At night too. Chummies and slaveys. Under the patronage of the
4381 late Father Mathew. Foundation stone for Parnell. Breakdown. Heart.
4382
4383 White horses with white frontlet plumes came round the Rotunda corner,
4384 galloping. A tiny coffin flashed by. In a hurry to bury. A mourning
4385 coach. Unmarried. Black for the married. Piebald for bachelors. Dun for
4386 a nun.
4387
4388 --Sad, Martin Cunningham said. A child.
4389
4390 A dwarf's face, mauve and wrinkled like little Rudy's was. Dwarf's body,
4391 weak as putty, in a whitelined deal box. Burial friendly society
4392 pays. Penny a week for a sod of turf. Our. Little. Beggar. Baby. Meant
4393 nothing. Mistake of nature. If it's healthy it's from the mother. If not
4394 from the man. Better luck next time.
4395
4396 --Poor little thing, Mr Dedalus said. It's well out of it.
4397
4398 The carriage climbed more slowly the hill of Rutland square. Rattle his
4399 bones. Over the stones. Only a pauper. Nobody owns.
4400
4401 --In the midst of life, Martin Cunningham said.
4402
4403 --But the worst of all, Mr Power said, is the man who takes his own
4404 life.
4405
4406 Martin Cunningham drew out his watch briskly, coughed and put it back.
4407
4408 --The greatest disgrace to have in the family, Mr Power added.
4409
4410 --Temporary insanity, of course, Martin Cunningham said decisively. We
4411 must take a charitable view of it.
4412
4413 --They say a man who does it is a coward, Mr Dedalus said.
4414
4415 --It is not for us to judge, Martin Cunningham said.
4416
4417 Mr Bloom, about to speak, closed his lips again. Martin Cunningham's
4418 large eyes. Looking away now. Sympathetic human man he is. Intelligent.
4419 Like Shakespeare's face. Always a good word to say. They have no mercy
4420 on that here or infanticide. Refuse christian burial. They used to drive
4421 a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it wasn't broken
4422 already. Yet sometimes they repent too late. Found in the riverbed
4423 clutching rushes. He looked at me. And that awful drunkard of a wife
4424 of his. Setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the
4425 furniture on him every Saturday almost. Leading him the life of the
4426 damned. Wear the heart out of a stone, that. Monday morning. Start
4427 afresh. Shoulder to the wheel. Lord, she must have looked a sight
4428 that night Dedalus told me he was in there. Drunk about the place and
4429 capering with Martin's umbrella.
4430
4431 _And they call me the jewel of Asia,
4432 Of Asia,
4433 The Geisha._
4434
4435 He looked away from me. He knows. Rattle his bones.
4436
4437 That afternoon of the inquest. The redlabelled bottle on the table. The
4438 room in the hotel with hunting pictures. Stuffy it was. Sunlight through
4439 the slats of the Venetian blind. The coroner's sunlit ears, big and
4440 hairy. Boots giving evidence. Thought he was asleep first. Then saw like
4441 yellow streaks on his face. Had slipped down to the foot of the bed.
4442 Verdict: overdose. Death by misadventure. The letter. For my son
4443 Leopold.
4444
4445 No more pain. Wake no more. Nobody owns.
4446
4447 The carriage rattled swiftly along Blessington street. Over the stones.
4448
4449 --We are going the pace, I think, Martin Cunningham said.
4450
4451 --God grant he doesn't upset us on the road, Mr Power said.
4452
4453 --I hope not, Martin Cunningham said. That will be a great race tomorrow
4454 in Germany. The Gordon Bennett.
4455
4456 --Yes, by Jove, Mr Dedalus said. That will be worth seeing, faith.
4457
4458 As they turned into Berkeley street a streetorgan near the Basin sent
4459 over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls. Has anybody
4460 here seen Kelly? Kay ee double ell wy. Dead March from _Saul._ He's
4461 as bad as old Antonio. He left me on my ownio. Pirouette! The _Mater
4462 Misericordiae_. Eccles street. My house down there. Big place. Ward for
4463 incurables there. Very encouraging. Our Lady's Hospice for the dying.
4464 Deadhouse handy underneath. Where old Mrs Riordan died. They look
4465 terrible the women. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the
4466 spoon. Then the screen round her bed for her to die. Nice young student
4467 that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. He's gone over to the
4468 lying-in hospital they told me. From one extreme to the other. The
4469 carriage galloped round a corner: stopped.
4470
4471 --What's wrong now?
4472
4473 A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing, slouching
4474 by on padded hoofs, whisking their tails slowly on their clotted bony
4475 croups. Outside them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating their
4476 fear.
4477
4478 --Emigrants, Mr Power said.
4479
4480 --Huuuh! the drover's voice cried, his switch sounding on their flanks.
4481
4482 Huuuh! out of that!
4483
4484 Thursday, of course. Tomorrow is killing day. Springers. Cuffe sold them
4485 about twentyseven quid each. For Liverpool probably. Roastbeef for old
4486 England. They buy up all the juicy ones. And then the fifth quarter
4487 lost: all that raw stuff, hide, hair, horns. Comes to a big thing in a
4488 year. Dead meat trade. Byproducts of the slaughterhouses for tanneries,
4489 soap, margarine. Wonder if that dodge works now getting dicky meat off
4490 the train at Clonsilla.
4491
4492 The carriage moved on through the drove.
4493
4494 --I can't make out why the corporation doesn't run a tramline from the
4495 parkgate to the quays, Mr Bloom said. All those animals could be taken
4496 in trucks down to the boats.
4497
4498 --Instead of blocking up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said. Quite
4499 right. They ought to.
4500
4501 --Yes, Mr Bloom said, and another thing I often thought, is to have
4502 municipal funeral trams like they have in Milan, you know. Run the line
4503 out to the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and carriage
4504 and all. Don't you see what I mean?
4505
4506 --O, that be damned for a story, Mr Dedalus said. Pullman car and saloon
4507 diningroom.
4508
4509 --A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Power added.
4510
4511 --Why? Mr Bloom asked, turning to Mr Dedalus. Wouldn't it be more decent
4512 than galloping two abreast?
4513
4514 --Well, there's something in that, Mr Dedalus granted.
4515
4516 --And, Martin Cunningham said, we wouldn't have scenes like that when
4517 the hearse capsized round Dunphy's and upset the coffin on to the road.
4518
4519 --That was terrible, Mr Power's shocked face said, and the corpse fell
4520 about the road. Terrible!
4521
4522 --First round Dunphy's, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Gordon Bennett cup.
4523
4524 --Praises be to God! Martin Cunningham said piously.
4525
4526 Bom! Upset. A coffin bumped out on to the road. Burst open. Paddy Dignam
4527 shot out and rolling over stiff in the dust in a brown habit too large
4528 for him. Red face: grey now. Mouth fallen open. Asking what's up now.
4529 Quite right to close it. Looks horrid open. Then the insides decompose
4530 quickly. Much better to close up all the orifices. Yes, also. With wax.
4531 The sphincter loose. Seal up all.
4532
4533 --Dunphy's, Mr Power announced as the carriage turned right.
4534
4535 Dunphy's corner. Mourning coaches drawn up, drowning their grief. A
4536 pause by the wayside. Tiptop position for a pub. Expect we'll pull up
4537 here on the way back to drink his health. Pass round the consolation.
4538 Elixir of life.
4539
4540 But suppose now it did happen. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him
4541 in the knocking about? He would and he wouldn't, I suppose. Depends on
4542 where. The circulation stops. Still some might ooze out of an artery. It
4543 would be better to bury them in red: a dark red.
4544
4545 In silence they drove along Phibsborough road. An empty hearse trotted
4546 by, coming from the cemetery: looks relieved.
4547
4548 Crossguns bridge: the royal canal.
4549
4550 Water rushed roaring through the sluices. A man stood on his
4551 dropping barge, between clamps of turf. On the towpath by the lock a
4552 slacktethered horse. Aboard of the _Bugabu._
4553
4554 Their eyes watched him. On the slow weedy waterway he had floated on his
4555 raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of
4556 reeds, over slime, mudchoked bottles, carrion dogs. Athlone, Mullingar,
4557 Moyvalley, I could make a walking tour to see Milly by the canal. Or
4558 cycle down. Hire some old crock, safety. Wren had one the other day at
4559 the auction but a lady's. Developing waterways. James M'Cann's hobby
4560 to row me o'er the ferry. Cheaper transit. By easy stages. Houseboats.
4561 Camping out. Also hearses. To heaven by water. Perhaps I will without
4562 writing. Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Dropping down lock by
4563 lock to Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his
4564 brown straw hat, saluting Paddy Dignam.
4565
4566 They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house. Near it now.
4567
4568 --I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Mr Power said.
4569
4570 --Better ask Tom Kernan, Mr Dedalus said.
4571
4572 --How is that? Martin Cunningham said. Left him weeping, I suppose?
4573
4574 --Though lost to sight, Mr Dedalus said, to memory dear.
4575
4576 The carriage steered left for Finglas road.
4577
4578 The stonecutter's yard on the right. Last lap. Crowded on the spit of
4579 land silent shapes appeared, white, sorrowful, holding out calm hands,
4580 knelt in grief, pointing. Fragments of shapes, hewn. In white silence:
4581 appealing. The best obtainable. Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and
4582 sculptor.
4583
4584 Passed.
4585
4586 On the curbstone before Jimmy Geary, the sexton's, an old tramp sat,
4587 grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown
4588 yawning boot. After life's journey.
4589
4590 Gloomy gardens then went by: one by one: gloomy houses.
4591
4592 Mr Power pointed.
4593
4594 --That is where Childs was murdered, he said. The last house.
4595
4596 --So it is, Mr Dedalus said. A gruesome case. Seymour Bushe got him off.
4597 Murdered his brother. Or so they said.
4598
4599 --The crown had no evidence, Mr Power said.
4600
4601 --Only circumstantial, Martin Cunningham added. That's the maxim of the
4602 law. Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one innocent person
4603 to be wrongfully condemned.
4604
4605 They looked. Murderer's ground. It passed darkly. Shuttered, tenantless,
4606 unweeded garden. Whole place gone to hell. Wrongfully condemned. Murder.
4607 The murderer's image in the eye of the murdered. They love reading about
4608 it. Man's head found in a garden. Her clothing consisted of. How she met
4609 her death. Recent outrage. The weapon used. Murderer is still at large.
4610 Clues. A shoelace. The body to be exhumed. Murder will out.
4611
4612 Cramped in this carriage. She mightn't like me to come that way without
4613 letting her know. Must be careful about women. Catch them once with
4614 their pants down. Never forgive you after. Fifteen.
4615
4616 The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Dark poplars,
4617 rare white forms. Forms more frequent, white shapes thronged amid the
4618 trees, white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain
4619 gestures on the air.
4620
4621 The felly harshed against the curbstone: stopped. Martin Cunningham put
4622 out his arm and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the door open with
4623 his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus followed.
4624
4625 Change that soap now. Mr Bloom's hand unbuttoned his hip pocket swiftly
4626 and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief pocket.
4627 He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other hand
4628 still held.
4629
4630 Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. It's all the same.
4631 Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley. Pomp of death.
4632 Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and
4633 fruit. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together: cakes for the dead.
4634 Dogbiscuits. Who ate them? Mourners coming out.
4635
4636 He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed, Hynes
4637 walking after them. Corny Kelleher stood by the opened hearse and took
4638 out the two wreaths. He handed one to the boy.
4639
4640 Where is that child's funeral disappeared to?
4641
4642 A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread,
4643 dragging through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which lay a
4644 granite block. The waggoner marching at their head saluted.
4645
4646 Coffin now. Got here before us, dead as he is. Horse looking round at it
4647 with his plume skeowways. Dull eye: collar tight on his neck, pressing
4648 on a bloodvessel or something. Do they know what they cart out here
4649 every day? Must be twenty or thirty funerals every day. Then Mount
4650 Jerome for the protestants. Funerals all over the world everywhere every
4651 minute. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands
4652 every hour. Too many in the world.
4653
4654 Mourners came out through the gates: woman and a girl. Leanjawed harpy,
4655 hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry. Girl's face stained with dirt
4656 and tears, holding the woman's arm, looking up at her for a sign to cry.
4657 Fish's face, bloodless and livid.
4658
4659 The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates. So
4660 much dead weight. Felt heavier myself stepping out of that bath. First
4661 the stiff: then the friends of the stiff. Corny Kelleher and the
4662 boy followed with their wreaths. Who is that beside them? Ah, the
4663 brother-in-law.
4664
4665 All walked after.
4666
4667 Martin Cunningham whispered:
4668
4669 --I was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom.
4670
4671 --What? Mr Power whispered. How so?
4672
4673 --His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham whispered. Had the
4674 Queen's hotel in Ennis. You heard him say he was going to Clare.
4675 Anniversary.
4676
4677 --O God! Mr Power whispered. First I heard of it. Poisoned himself?
4678
4679 He glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes followed
4680 towards the cardinal's mausoleum. Speaking.
4681
4682 --Was he insured? Mr Bloom asked.
4683
4684 --I believe so, Mr Kernan answered. But the policy was heavily
4685 mortgaged. Martin is trying to get the youngster into Artane.
4686
4687 --How many children did he leave?
4688
4689 --Five. Ned Lambert says he'll try to get one of the girls into Todd's.
4690
4691 --A sad case, Mr Bloom said gently. Five young children.
4692
4693 --A great blow to the poor wife, Mr Kernan added.
4694
4695 --Indeed yes, Mr Bloom agreed.
4696
4697 Has the laugh at him now.
4698
4699 He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had
4700 outlived him. Lost her husband. More dead for her than for me. One must
4701 outlive the other. Wise men say. There are more women than men in the
4702 world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you'll soon follow
4703 him. For Hindu widows only. She would marry another. Him? No. Yet who
4704 knows after. Widowhood not the thing since the old queen died. Drawn on
4705 a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial mourning. But
4706 in the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of
4707 hearts. All for a shadow. Consort not even a king. Her son was the
4708 substance. Something new to hope for not like the past she wanted back,
4709 waiting. It never comes. One must go first: alone, under the ground: and
4710 lie no more in her warm bed.
4711
4712 --How are you, Simon? Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands. Haven't
4713 seen you for a month of Sundays.
4714
4715 --Never better. How are all in Cork's own town?
4716
4717 --I was down there for the Cork park races on Easter Monday, Ned Lambert
4718 said. Same old six and eightpence. Stopped with Dick Tivy.
4719
4720 --And how is Dick, the solid man?
4721
4722 --Nothing between himself and heaven, Ned Lambert answered.
4723
4724 --By the holy Paul! Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Dick Tivy bald?
4725
4726 --Martin is going to get up a whip for the youngsters, Ned Lambert said,
4727 pointing ahead. A few bob a skull. Just to keep them going till the
4728 insurance is cleared up.
4729
4730 --Yes, yes, Mr Dedalus said dubiously. Is that the eldest boy in front?
4731
4732 --Yes, Ned Lambert said, with the wife's brother. John Henry Menton is
4733 behind. He put down his name for a quid.
4734
4735 --I'll engage he did, Mr Dedalus said. I often told poor Paddy he ought
4736 to mind that job. John Henry is not the worst in the world.
4737
4738 --How did he lose it? Ned Lambert asked. Liquor, what?
4739
4740 --Many a good man's fault, Mr Dedalus said with a sigh.
4741
4742 They halted about the door of the mortuary chapel. Mr Bloom stood behind
4743 the boy with the wreath looking down at his sleekcombed hair and at the
4744 slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar. Poor boy! Was he there
4745 when the father? Both unconscious. Lighten up at the last moment
4746 and recognise for the last time. All he might have done. I owe three
4747 shillings to O'Grady. Would he understand? The mutes bore the coffin
4748 into the chapel. Which end is his head?
4749
4750 After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened
4751 light. The coffin lay on its bier before the chancel, four tall yellow
4752 candles at its corners. Always in front of us. Corny Kelleher, laying a
4753 wreath at each fore corner, beckoned to the boy to kneel. The mourners
4754 knelt here and there in prayingdesks. Mr Bloom stood behind near the
4755 font and, when all had knelt, dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper
4756 from his pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. He fitted his black
4757 hat gently on his left knee and, holding its brim, bent over piously.
4758
4759 A server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through a
4760 door. The whitesmocked priest came after him, tidying his stole with one
4761 hand, balancing with the other a little book against his toad's belly.
4762 Who'll read the book? I, said the rook.
4763
4764 They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book
4765 with a fluent croak.
4766
4767 Father Coffey. I knew his name was like a coffin. _Domine-namine._ Bully
4768 about the muzzle he looks. Bosses the show. Muscular christian. Woe
4769 betide anyone that looks crooked at him: priest. Thou art Peter. Burst
4770 sideways like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. With a belly on
4771 him like a poisoned pup. Most amusing expressions that man finds. Hhhn:
4772 burst sideways.
4773
4774 _--Non intres in judicium cum servo tuo, Domine._
4775
4776 Makes them feel more important to be prayed over in Latin. Requiem mass.
4777 Crape weepers. Blackedged notepaper. Your name on the altarlist. Chilly
4778 place this. Want to feed well, sitting in there all the morning in the
4779 gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please. Eyes of a toad too.
4780 What swells him up that way? Molly gets swelled after cabbage. Air of
4781 the place maybe. Looks full up of bad gas. Must be an infernal lot
4782 of bad gas round the place. Butchers, for instance: they get like raw
4783 beefsteaks. Who was telling me? Mervyn Browne. Down in the vaults of
4784 saint Werburgh's lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to bore a
4785 hole in the coffins sometimes to let out the bad gas and burn it. Out it
4786 rushes: blue. One whiff of that and you're a goner.
4787
4788 My kneecap is hurting me. Ow. That's better.
4789
4790 The priest took a stick with a knob at the end of it out of the boy's
4791 bucket and shook it over the coffin. Then he walked to the other end and
4792 shook it again. Then he came back and put it back in the bucket. As you
4793 were before you rested. It's all written down: he has to do it.
4794
4795 _--Et ne nos inducas in tentationem._
4796
4797 The server piped the answers in the treble. I often thought it would be
4798 better to have boy servants. Up to fifteen or so. After that, of course
4799 ...
4800
4801 Holy water that was, I expect. Shaking sleep out of it. He must be fed
4802 up with that job, shaking that thing over all the corpses they trot up.
4803 What harm if he could see what he was shaking it over. Every mortal
4804 day a fresh batch: middleaged men, old women, children, women dead in
4805 childbirth, men with beards, baldheaded businessmen, consumptive girls
4806 with little sparrows' breasts. All the year round he prayed the same
4807 thing over them all and shook water on top of them: sleep. On Dignam
4808 now.
4809
4810 _--In paradisum._
4811
4812 Said he was going to paradise or is in paradise. Says that over
4813 everybody. Tiresome kind of a job. But he has to say something.
4814
4815 The priest closed his book and went off, followed by the server. Corny
4816 Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in, hoisted the
4817 coffin again, carried it out and shoved it on their cart. Corny Kelleher
4818 gave one wreath to the boy and one to the brother-in-law. All followed
4819 them out of the sidedoors into the mild grey air. Mr Bloom came last
4820 folding his paper again into his pocket. He gazed gravely at the ground
4821 till the coffincart wheeled off to the left. The metal wheels ground the
4822 gravel with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots followed the
4823 trundled barrow along a lane of sepulchres.
4824
4825 The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Lord, I mustn't lilt here.
4826
4827 --The O'Connell circle, Mr Dedalus said about him.
4828
4829 Mr Power's soft eyes went up to the apex of the lofty cone.
4830
4831 --He's at rest, he said, in the middle of his people, old Dan O'. But
4832 his heart is buried in Rome. How many broken hearts are buried here,
4833 Simon!
4834
4835 --Her grave is over there, Jack, Mr Dedalus said. I'll soon be stretched
4836 beside her. Let Him take me whenever He likes.
4837
4838 Breaking down, he began to weep to himself quietly, stumbling a little
4839 in his walk. Mr Power took his arm.
4840
4841 --She's better where she is, he said kindly.
4842
4843 --I suppose so, Mr Dedalus said with a weak gasp. I suppose she is in
4844 heaven if there is a heaven.
4845
4846 Corny Kelleher stepped aside from his rank and allowed the mourners to
4847 plod by.
4848
4849 --Sad occasions, Mr Kernan began politely.
4850
4851 Mr Bloom closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head.
4852
4853 --The others are putting on their hats, Mr Kernan said. I suppose we can
4854 do so too. We are the last. This cemetery is a treacherous place.
4855
4856 They covered their heads.
4857
4858 --The reverend gentleman read the service too quickly, don't you think?
4859 Mr Kernan said with reproof.
4860
4861 Mr Bloom nodded gravely looking in the quick bloodshot eyes. Secret
4862 eyes, secretsearching. Mason, I think: not sure. Beside him again. We
4863 are the last. In the same boat. Hope he'll say something else.
4864
4865 Mr Kernan added:
4866
4867 --The service of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome is simpler, more
4868 impressive I must say.
4869
4870 Mr Bloom gave prudent assent. The language of course was another thing.
4871
4872 Mr Kernan said with solemnity:
4873
4874 --_I am the resurrection and the life_. That touches a man's inmost
4875 heart.
4876
4877 --It does, Mr Bloom said.
4878
4879 Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two
4880 with his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections.
4881 Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood
4882 every day. One fine day it gets bunged up: and there you are. Lots of
4883 them lying around here: lungs, hearts, livers. Old rusty pumps: damn
4884 the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are
4885 dead. That last day idea. Knocking them all up out of their graves. Come
4886 forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day!
4887 Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the
4888 rest of his traps. Find damn all of himself that morning. Pennyweight of
4889 powder in a skull. Twelve grammes one pennyweight. Troy measure.
4890
4891 Corny Kelleher fell into step at their side.
4892
4893 --Everything went off A1, he said. What?
4894
4895 He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman's shoulders. With
4896 your tooraloom tooraloom.
4897
4898 --As it should be, Mr Kernan said.
4899
4900 --What? Eh? Corny Kelleher said.
4901
4902 Mr Kernan assured him.
4903
4904 --Who is that chap behind with Tom Kernan? John Henry Menton asked. I
4905 know his face.
4906
4907 Ned Lambert glanced back.
4908
4909 --Bloom, he said, Madame Marion Tweedy that was, is, I mean, the
4910 soprano. She's his wife.
4911
4912 --O, to be sure, John Henry Menton said. I haven't seen her for some
4913 time. He was a finelooking woman. I danced with her, wait, fifteen
4914 seventeen golden years ago, at Mat Dillon's in Roundtown. And a good
4915 armful she was.
4916
4917 He looked behind through the others.
4918
4919 --What is he? he asked. What does he do? Wasn't he in the stationery
4920 line? I fell foul of him one evening, I remember, at bowls.
4921
4922 Ned Lambert smiled.
4923
4924 --Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely's. A traveller for blottingpaper.
4925
4926 --In God's name, John Henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon like
4927 that for? She had plenty of game in her then.
4928
4929 --Has still, Ned Lambert said. He does some canvassing for ads.
4930
4931 John Henry Menton's large eyes stared ahead.
4932
4933 The barrow turned into a side lane. A portly man, ambushed among the
4934 grasses, raised his hat in homage. The gravediggers touched their caps.
4935
4936 --John O'Connell, Mr Power said pleased. He never forgets a friend.
4937
4938 Mr O'Connell shook all their hands in silence. Mr Dedalus said:
4939
4940 --I am come to pay you another visit.
4941
4942 --My dear Simon, the caretaker answered in a low voice. I don't want
4943 your custom at all.
4944
4945 Saluting Ned Lambert and John Henry Menton he walked on at Martin
4946 Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his back.
4947
4948 --Did you hear that one, he asked them, about Mulcahy from the Coombe?
4949
4950 --I did not, Martin Cunningham said.
4951
4952 They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes inclined his ear. The
4953 caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke
4954 in a discreet tone to their vacant smiles.
4955
4956 --They tell the story, he said, that two drunks came out here one foggy
4957 evening to look for the grave of a friend of theirs. They asked for
4958 Mulcahy from the Coombe and were told where he was buried. After
4959 traipsing about in the fog they found the grave sure enough. One of the
4960 drunks spelt out the name: Terence Mulcahy. The other drunk was blinking
4961 up at a statue of Our Saviour the widow had got put up.
4962
4963 The caretaker blinked up at one of the sepulchres they passed. He
4964 resumed:
4965
4966 --And, after blinking up at the sacred figure, _Not a bloody bit like
4967 the man_, says he. _That's not Mulcahy_, says he, _whoever done it_.
4968
4969 Rewarded by smiles he fell back and spoke with Corny Kelleher, accepting
4970 the dockets given him, turning them over and scanning them as he walked.
4971
4972 --That's all done with a purpose, Martin Cunningham explained to Hynes.
4973
4974 --I know, Hynes said. I know that.
4975
4976 --To cheer a fellow up, Martin Cunningham said. It's pure
4977 goodheartedness: damn the thing else.
4978
4979 Mr Bloom admired the caretaker's prosperous bulk. All want to be on good
4980 terms with him. Decent fellow, John O'Connell, real good sort. Keys:
4981 like Keyes's ad: no fear of anyone getting out. No passout checks.
4982 _Habeas corpus_. I must see about that ad after the funeral. Did I
4983 write Ballsbridge on the envelope I took to cover when she disturbed me
4984 writing to Martha? Hope it's not chucked in the dead letter office. Be
4985 the better of a shave. Grey sprouting beard. That's the first sign when
4986 the hairs come out grey. And temper getting cross. Silver threads among
4987 the grey. Fancy being his wife. Wonder he had the gumption to propose to
4988 any girl. Come out and live in the graveyard. Dangle that before her. It
4989 might thrill her first. Courting death... Shades of night hovering
4990 here with all the dead stretched about. The shadows of the tombs when
4991 churchyards yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be a descendant I suppose
4992 who is this used to say he was a queer breedy man great catholic all the
4993 same like a big giant in the dark. Will o' the wisp. Gas of graves.
4994 Want to keep her mind off it to conceive at all. Women especially are so
4995 touchy. Tell her a ghost story in bed to make her sleep. Have you ever
4996 seen a ghost? Well, I have. It was a pitchdark night. The clock was on
4997 the stroke of twelve. Still they'd kiss all right if properly keyed up.
4998 Whores in Turkish graveyards. Learn anything if taken young. You might
4999 pick up a young widow here. Men like that. Love among the tombstones.
5000 Romeo. Spice of pleasure. In the midst of death we are in life. Both
5001 ends meet. Tantalising for the poor dead. Smell of grilled beefsteaks to
5002 the starving. Gnawing their vitals. Desire to grig people. Molly wanting
5003 to do it at the window. Eight children he has anyway.
5004
5005 He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field
5006 after field. Holy fields. More room if they buried them standing.
5007 Sitting or kneeling you couldn't. Standing? His head might come up some
5008 day above ground in a landslip with his hand pointing. All honeycombed
5009 the ground must be: oblong cells. And very neat he keeps it too: trim
5010 grass and edgings. His garden Major Gamble calls Mount Jerome. Well,
5011 so it is. Ought to be flowers of sleep. Chinese cemeteries with giant
5012 poppies growing produce the best opium Mastiansky told me. The Botanic
5013 Gardens are just over there. It's the blood sinking in the earth gives
5014 new life. Same idea those jews they said killed the christian boy. Every
5015 man his price. Well preserved fat corpse, gentleman, epicure, invaluable
5016 for fruit garden. A bargain. By carcass of William Wilkinson, auditor
5017 and accountant, lately deceased, three pounds thirteen and six. With
5018 thanks.
5019
5020 I daresay the soil would be quite fat with corpsemanure, bones, flesh,
5021 nails. Charnelhouses. Dreadful. Turning green and pink decomposing. Rot
5022 quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy
5023 kind of a cheesy. Then begin to get black, black treacle oozing out of
5024 them. Then dried up. Deathmoths. Of course the cells or whatever they
5025 are go on living. Changing about. Live for ever practically. Nothing to
5026 feed on feed on themselves.
5027
5028 But they must breed a devil of a lot of maggots. Soil must be simply
5029 swirling with them. Your head it simply swurls. Those pretty little
5030 seaside gurls. He looks cheerful enough over it. Gives him a sense of
5031 power seeing all the others go under first. Wonder how he looks at life.
5032 Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his heart. The one about
5033 the bulletin. Spurgeon went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning. 11 p.m.
5034 (closing time). Not arrived yet. Peter. The dead themselves the men
5035 anyhow would like to hear an odd joke or the women to know what's in
5036 fashion. A juicy pear or ladies' punch, hot, strong and sweet. Keep
5037 out the damp. You must laugh sometimes so better do it that way.
5038 Gravediggers in _Hamlet_. Shows the profound knowledge of the human
5039 heart. Daren't joke about the dead for two years at least. _De mortuis
5040 nil nisi prius_. Go out of mourning first. Hard to imagine his funeral.
5041 Seems a sort of a joke. Read your own obituary notice they say you live
5042 longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.
5043
5044 --How many have-you for tomorrow? the caretaker asked.
5045
5046 --Two, Corny Kelleher said. Half ten and eleven.
5047
5048 The caretaker put the papers in his pocket. The barrow had ceased to
5049 trundle. The mourners split and moved to each side of the hole, stepping
5050 with care round the graves. The gravediggers bore the coffin and set its
5051 nose on the brink, looping the bands round it.
5052
5053 Burying him. We come to bury Caesar. His ides of March or June. He
5054 doesn't know who is here nor care. Now who is that lankylooking galoot
5055 over there in the macintosh? Now who is he I'd like to know? Now I'd
5056 give a trifle to know who he is. Always someone turns up you never
5057 dreamt of. A fellow could live on his lonesome all his life. Yes, he
5058 could. Still he'd have to get someone to sod him after he died though he
5059 could dig his own grave. We all do. Only man buries. No, ants too. First
5060 thing strikes anybody. Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to
5061 life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you
5062 come to look at it.
5063
5064 _O, poor Robinson Crusoe!
5065 How could you possibly do so?_
5066
5067 Poor Dignam! His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of
5068 them all it does seem a waste of wood. All gnawed through. They could
5069 invent a handsome bier with a kind of panel sliding, let it down that
5070 way. Ay but they might object to be buried out of another fellow's.
5071 They're so particular. Lay me in my native earth. Bit of clay from
5072 the holy land. Only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in the one
5073 coffin. I see what it means. I see. To protect him as long as possible
5074 even in the earth. The Irishman's house is his coffin. Embalming in
5075 catacombs, mummies the same idea.
5076
5077 Mr Bloom stood far back, his hat in his hand, counting the bared heads.
5078 Twelve. I'm thirteen. No. The chap in the macintosh is thirteen. Death's
5079 number. Where the deuce did he pop out of? He wasn't in the chapel, that
5080 I'll swear. Silly superstition that about thirteen.
5081
5082 Nice soft tweed Ned Lambert has in that suit. Tinge of purple. I had
5083 one like that when we lived in Lombard street west. Dressy fellow he was
5084 once. Used to change three suits in the day. Must get that grey suit
5085 of mine turned by Mesias. Hello. It's dyed. His wife I forgot he's not
5086 married or his landlady ought to have picked out those threads for him.
5087
5088 The coffin dived out of sight, eased down by the men straddled on the
5089 gravetrestles. They struggled up and out: and all uncovered. Twenty.
5090
5091 Pause.
5092
5093 If we were all suddenly somebody else.
5094
5095 Far away a donkey brayed. Rain. No such ass. Never see a dead one, they
5096 say. Shame of death. They hide. Also poor papa went away.
5097
5098 Gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads in a whisper. Whisper. The
5099 boy by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in
5100 the black open space. Mr Bloom moved behind the portly kindly caretaker.
5101 Wellcut frockcoat. Weighing them up perhaps to see which will go next.
5102 Well, it is a long rest. Feel no more. It's the moment you feel. Must be
5103 damned unpleasant. Can't believe it at first. Mistake must be: someone
5104 else. Try the house opposite. Wait, I wanted to. I haven't yet. Then
5105 darkened deathchamber. Light they want. Whispering around you. Would you
5106 like to see a priest? Then rambling and wandering. Delirium all you hid
5107 all your life. The death struggle. His sleep is not natural. Press his
5108 lower eyelid. Watching is his nose pointed is his jaw sinking are the
5109 soles of his feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on the
5110 floor since he's doomed. Devil in that picture of sinner's death showing
5111 him a woman. Dying to embrace her in his shirt. Last act of _Lucia.
5112 Shall i nevermore behold thee_? Bam! He expires. Gone at last. People
5113 talk about you a bit: forget you. Don't forget to pray for him. Remember
5114 him in your prayers. Even Parnell. Ivy day dying out. Then they follow:
5115 dropping into a hole, one after the other.
5116
5117 We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you're well and
5118 not in hell. Nice change of air. Out of the fryingpan of life into the
5119 fire of purgatory.
5120
5121 Does he ever think of the hole waiting for himself? They say you do when
5122 you shiver in the sun. Someone walking over it. Callboy's warning. Near
5123 you. Mine over there towards Finglas, the plot I bought. Mamma, poor
5124 mamma, and little Rudy.
5125
5126 The gravediggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay in
5127 on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all
5128 the time? Whew! By jingo, that would be awful! No, no: he is dead, of
5129 course. Of course he is dead. Monday he died. They ought to have
5130 some law to pierce the heart and make sure or an electric clock or
5131 a telephone in the coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole. Flag of
5132 distress. Three days. Rather long to keep them in summer. Just as well
5133 to get shut of them as soon as you are sure there's no.
5134
5135 The clay fell softer. Begin to be forgotten. Out of sight, out of mind.
5136
5137 The caretaker moved away a few paces and put on his hat. Had enough of
5138 it. The mourners took heart of grace, one by one, covering themselves
5139 without show. Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly figure make its
5140 way deftly through the maze of graves. Quietly, sure of his ground, he
5141 traversed the dismal fields.
5142
5143 Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ah, the names. But he
5144 knows them all. No: coming to me.
5145
5146 --I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your
5147 christian name? I'm not sure.
5148
5149 --L, Mr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M'Coy's name too. He
5150 asked me to.
5151
5152 --Charley, Hynes said writing. I know. He was on the _Freeman_ once.
5153
5154 So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne. Good
5155 idea a postmortem for doctors. Find out what they imagine they know.
5156 He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few ads.
5157 Charley, you're my darling. That was why he asked me to. O well, does
5158 no harm. I saw to that, M'Coy. Thanks, old chap: much obliged. Leave him
5159 under an obligation: costs nothing.
5160
5161 --And tell us, Hynes said, do you know that fellow in the, fellow was
5162 over there in the...
5163
5164 He looked around.
5165
5166 --Macintosh. Yes, I saw him, Mr Bloom said. Where is he now?
5167
5168 --M'Intosh, Hynes said scribbling. I don't know who he is. Is that his
5169 name?
5170
5171 He moved away, looking about him.
5172
5173 --No, Mr Bloom began, turning and stopping. I say, Hynes!
5174
5175 Didn't hear. What? Where has he disappeared to? Not a sign. Well of all
5176 the. Has anybody here seen? Kay ee double ell. Become invisible. Good
5177 Lord, what became of him?
5178
5179 A seventh gravedigger came beside Mr Bloom to take up an idle spade.
5180
5181 --O, excuse me!
5182
5183 He stepped aside nimbly.
5184
5185 Clay, brown, damp, began to be seen in the hole. It rose. Nearly over.
5186 A mound of damp clods rose more, rose, and the gravediggers rested their
5187 spades. All uncovered again for a few instants. The boy propped
5188 his wreath against a corner: the brother-in-law his on a lump. The
5189 gravediggers put on their caps and carried their earthy spades towards
5190 the barrow. Then knocked the blades lightly on the turf: clean. One bent
5191 to pluck from the haft a long tuft of grass. One, leaving his mates,
5192 walked slowly on with shouldered weapon, its blade blueglancing.
5193 Silently at the gravehead another coiled the coffinband. His navelcord.
5194 The brother-in-law, turning away, placed something in his free hand.
5195 Thanks in silence. Sorry, sir: trouble. Headshake. I know that. For
5196 yourselves just.
5197
5198 The mourners moved away slowly without aim, by devious paths, staying at
5199 whiles to read a name on a tomb.
5200
5201 --Let us go round by the chief's grave, Hynes said. We have time.
5202
5203 --Let us, Mr Power said.
5204
5205 They turned to the right, following their slow thoughts. With awe Mr
5206 Power's blank voice spoke:
5207
5208 --Some say he is not in that grave at all. That the coffin was filled
5209 with stones. That one day he will come again.
5210
5211 Hynes shook his head.
5212
5213 --Parnell will never come again, he said. He's there, all that was
5214 mortal of him. Peace to his ashes.
5215
5216 Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses,
5217 broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes,
5218 old Ireland's hearts and hands. More sensible to spend the money on some
5219 charity for the living. Pray for the repose of the soul of. Does anybody
5220 really? Plant him and have done with him. Like down a coalshoot. Then
5221 lump them together to save time. All souls' day. Twentyseventh I'll be
5222 at his grave. Ten shillings for the gardener. He keeps it free of weeds.
5223 Old man himself. Bent down double with his shears clipping. Near death's
5224 door. Who passed away. Who departed this life. As if they did it of
5225 their own accord. Got the shove, all of them. Who kicked the
5226 bucket. More interesting if they told you what they were. So and So,
5227 wheelwright. I travelled for cork lino. I paid five shillings in the
5228 pound. Or a woman's with her saucepan. I cooked good Irish stew.
5229 Eulogy in a country churchyard it ought to be that poem of whose is it
5230 Wordsworth or Thomas Campbell. Entered into rest the protestants put it.
5231 Old Dr Murren's. The great physician called him home. Well it's God's
5232 acre for them. Nice country residence. Newly plastered and painted.
5233 Ideal spot to have a quiet smoke and read the _Church Times._ Marriage
5234 ads they never try to beautify. Rusty wreaths hung on knobs, garlands of
5235 bronzefoil. Better value that for the money. Still, the flowers are more
5236 poetical. The other gets rather tiresome, never withering. Expresses
5237 nothing. Immortelles.
5238
5239 A bird sat tamely perched on a poplar branch. Like stuffed. Like the
5240 wedding present alderman Hooper gave us. Hoo! Not a budge out of him.
5241 Knows there are no catapults to let fly at him. Dead animal even sadder.
5242 Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the kitchen matchbox, a
5243 daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the grave.
5244
5245 The Sacred Heart that is: showing it. Heart on his sleeve. Ought to be
5246 sideways and red it should be painted like a real heart. Ireland was
5247 dedicated to it or whatever that. Seems anything but pleased. Why this
5248 infliction? Would birds come then and peck like the boy with the basket
5249 of fruit but he said no because they ought to have been afraid of the
5250 boy. Apollo that was.
5251
5252 How many! All these here once walked round Dublin. Faithful departed. As
5253 you are now so once were we.
5254
5255 Besides how could you remember everybody? Eyes, walk, voice. Well, the
5256 voice, yes: gramophone. Have a gramophone in every grave or keep it in
5257 the house. After dinner on a Sunday. Put on poor old greatgrandfather.
5258 Kraahraark! Hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfullygladaseeagain
5259 hellohello amawf krpthsth. Remind you of the voice like the photograph
5260 reminds you of the face. Otherwise you couldn't remember the face after
5261 fifteen years, say. For instance who? For instance some fellow that died
5262 when I was in Wisdom Hely's.
5263
5264 Rtststr! A rattle of pebbles. Wait. Stop!
5265
5266 He looked down intently into a stone crypt. Some animal. Wait. There he
5267 goes.
5268
5269 An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the crypt, moving the
5270 pebbles. An old stager: greatgrandfather: he knows the ropes. The grey
5271 alive crushed itself in under the plinth, wriggled itself in under it.
5272 Good hidingplace for treasure.
5273
5274 Who lives there? Are laid the remains of Robert Emery. Robert Emmet was
5275 buried here by torchlight, wasn't he? Making his rounds.
5276
5277 Tail gone now.
5278
5279 One of those chaps would make short work of a fellow. Pick the bones
5280 clean no matter who it was. Ordinary meat for them. A corpse is meat
5281 gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. I read in that
5282 _Voyages in China_ that the Chinese say a white man smells like a
5283 corpse. Cremation better. Priests dead against it. Devilling for the
5284 other firm. Wholesale burners and Dutch oven dealers. Time of the
5285 plague. Quicklime feverpits to eat them. Lethal chamber. Ashes to ashes.
5286 Or bury at sea. Where is that Parsee tower of silence? Eaten by birds.
5287 Earth, fire, water. Drowning they say is the pleasantest. See your whole
5288 life in a flash. But being brought back to life no. Can't bury in the
5289 air however. Out of a flying machine. Wonder does the news go about
5290 whenever a fresh one is let down. Underground communication. We learned
5291 that from them. Wouldn't be surprised. Regular square feed for them.
5292 Flies come before he's well dead. Got wind of Dignam. They wouldn't care
5293 about the smell of it. Saltwhite crumbling mush of corpse: smell, taste
5294 like raw white turnips.
5295
5296 The gates glimmered in front: still open. Back to the world again.
5297 Enough of this place. Brings you a bit nearer every time. Last time I
5298 was here was Mrs Sinico's funeral. Poor papa too. The love that kills.
5299 And even scraping up the earth at night with a lantern like that case
5300 I read of to get at fresh buried females or even putrefied with running
5301 gravesores. Give you the creeps after a bit. I will appear to you after
5302 death. You will see my ghost after death. My ghost will haunt you after
5303 death. There is another world after death named hell. I do not like that
5304 other world she wrote. No more do I. Plenty to see and hear and feel
5305 yet. Feel live warm beings near you. Let them sleep in their maggoty
5306 beds. They are not going to get me this innings. Warm beds: warm
5307 fullblooded life.
5308
5309 Martin Cunningham emerged from a sidepath, talking gravely.
5310
5311 Solicitor, I think. I know his face. Menton, John Henry, solicitor,
5312 commissioner for oaths and affidavits. Dignam used to be in his office.
5313 Mat Dillon's long ago. Jolly Mat. Convivial evenings. Cold fowl, cigars,
5314 the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really. Yes, Menton. Got his rag out
5315 that evening on the bowlinggreen because I sailed inside him. Pure fluke
5316 of mine: the bias. Why he took such a rooted dislike to me. Hate
5317 at first sight. Molly and Floey Dillon linked under the lilactree,
5318 laughing. Fellow always like that, mortified if women are by.
5319
5320 Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.
5321
5322 --Excuse me, sir, Mr Bloom said beside them.
5323
5324 They stopped.
5325
5326 --Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said pointing.
5327
5328 John Henry Menton stared at him for an instant without moving.
5329
5330 --There, Martin Cunningham helped, pointing also. John Henry Menton took
5331 off his hat, bulged out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his
5332 coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on his head again.
5333
5334 --It's all right now, Martin Cunningham said.
5335
5336 John Henry Menton jerked his head down in acknowledgment.
5337
5338 --Thank you, he said shortly.
5339
5340 They walked on towards the gates. Mr Bloom, chapfallen, drew behind
5341 a few paces so as not to overhear. Martin laying down the law. Martin
5342 could wind a sappyhead like that round his little finger, without his
5343 seeing it.
5344
5345 Oyster eyes. Never mind. Be sorry after perhaps when it dawns on him.
5346 Get the pull over him that way.
5347
5348 Thank you. How grand we are this morning!
5349
5350
5351 IN THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS
5352
5353
5354 Before Nelson's pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed trolley, started
5355 for Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clonskea, Rathgar and Terenure,
5356 Palmerston Park and upper Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines,
5357 Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross. The hoarse Dublin United
5358 Tramway Company's timekeeper bawled them off:
5359
5360 --Rathgar and Terenure!
5361
5362 --Come on, Sandymount Green!
5363
5364 Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a singledeck
5365 moved from their railheads, swerved to the down line, glided parallel.
5366
5367 --Start, Palmerston Park!
5368
5369
5370 THE WEARER OF THE CROWN
5371
5372
5373 Under the porch of the general post office shoeblacks called and
5374 polished. Parked in North Prince's street His Majesty's vermilion
5375 mailcars, bearing on their sides the royal initials, E. R., received
5376 loudly flung sacks of letters, postcards, lettercards, parcels, insured
5377 and paid, for local, provincial, British and overseas delivery.
5378
5379 GENTLEMEN OF THE PRESS
5380
5381
5382 Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores
5383 and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped
5384 dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's
5385 stores.
5386
5387 --There it is, Red Murray said. Alexander Keyes.
5388
5389 --Just cut it out, will you? Mr Bloom said, and I'll take it round to
5390 the _Telegraph_ office.
5391
5392 The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again. Davy Stephens, minute in a
5393 large capecoat, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out with
5394 a roll of papers under his cape, a king's courier.
5395
5396 Red Murray's long shears sliced out the advertisement from the newspaper
5397 in four clean strokes. Scissors and paste.
5398
5399 --I'll go through the printingworks, Mr Bloom said, taking the cut
5400 square.
5401
5402 --Of course, if he wants a par, Red Murray said earnestly, a pen behind
5403 his ear, we can do him one.
5404
5405 --Right, Mr Bloom said with a nod. I'll rub that in.
5406
5407 We.
5408
5409 WILLIAM BRAYDEN, ESQUIRE, OF OAKLANDS, SANDYMOUNT
5410
5411
5412 Red Murray touched Mr Bloom's arm with the shears and whispered:
5413
5414 --Brayden.
5415
5416 Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a
5417 stately figure entered between the newsboards of the _Weekly Freeman
5418 and National Press_ and the _Freeman's Journal and National Press_.
5419 Dullthudding Guinness's barrels. It passed statelily up the staircase,
5420 steered by an umbrella, a solemn beardframed face. The broadcloth back
5421 ascended each step: back. All his brains are in the nape of his neck,
5422 Simon Dedalus says. Welts of flesh behind on him. Fat folds of neck,
5423 fat, neck, fat, neck.
5424
5425 --Don't you think his face is like Our Saviour? Red Murray whispered.
5426
5427 The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree. They always build
5428 one door opposite another for the wind to. Way in. Way out.
5429
5430 Our Saviour: beardframed oval face: talking in the dusk. Mary, Martha.
5431 Steered by an umbrella sword to the footlights: Mario the tenor.
5432
5433 --Or like Mario, Mr Bloom said.
5434
5435 --Yes, Red Murray agreed. But Mario was said to be the picture of Our
5436 Saviour.
5437
5438 Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Hand on his
5439 heart. In _Martha._
5440
5441 _Co-ome thou lost one,
5442 Co-ome thou dear one!_
5443
5444 THE CROZIER AND THE PEN
5445
5446
5447 --His grace phoned down twice this morning, Red Murray said gravely.
5448
5449 They watched the knees, legs, boots vanish. Neck.
5450
5451 A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the counter and
5452 stepped off posthaste with a word:
5453
5454 _--Freeman!_
5455
5456 Mr Bloom said slowly:
5457
5458 --Well, he is one of our saviours also.
5459
5460 A meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflap, as he passed
5461 in through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage,
5462 along the now reverberating boards. But will he save the circulation?
5463 Thumping. Thumping.
5464
5465 He pushed in the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn
5466 packing paper. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards
5467 Nannetti's reading closet.
5468
5469 WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT IS WE ANNOUNCE THE DISSOLUTION OF A MOST
5470 RESPECTED DUBLIN BURGESS
5471
5472
5473 Hynes here too: account of the funeral probably. Thumping. Thump. This
5474 morning the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. Machines. Smash a man
5475 to atoms if they got him caught. Rule the world today. His machineries
5476 are pegging away too. Like these, got out of hand: fermenting. Working
5477 away, tearing away. And that old grey rat tearing to get in.
5478
5479 HOW A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS TURNED OUT
5480
5481
5482 Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy
5483 crown.
5484
5485 Strange he never saw his real country. Ireland my country. Member for
5486 College green. He boomed that workaday worker tack for all it was worth.
5487 It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not the stale news in the
5488 official gazette. Queen Anne is dead. Published by authority in the year
5489 one thousand and. Demesne situate in the townland of Rosenallis, barony
5490 of Tinnahinch. To all whom it may concern schedule pursuant to statute
5491 showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from Ballina.
5492 Nature notes. Cartoons. Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story. Uncle
5493 Toby's page for tiny tots. Country bumpkin's queries. Dear Mr Editor,
5494 what is a good cure for flatulence? I'd like that part. Learn a lot
5495 teaching others. The personal note. M. A. P. Mainly all pictures.
5496 Shapely bathers on golden strand. World's biggest balloon. Double
5497 marriage of sisters celebrated. Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at
5498 each other. Cuprani too, printer. More Irish than the Irish.
5499
5500 The machines clanked in threefour time. Thump, thump, thump. Now if he
5501 got paralysed there and no-one knew how to stop them they'd clank on and
5502 on the same, print it over and over and up and back. Monkeydoodle the
5503 whole thing. Want a cool head.
5504
5505 --Well, get it into the evening edition, councillor, Hynes said.
5506
5507 Soon be calling him my lord mayor. Long John is backing him, they say.
5508
5509 The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a corner of the sheet
5510 and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over the
5511 dirty glass screen.
5512
5513 --Right: thanks, Hynes said moving off.
5514
5515 Mr Bloom stood in his way.
5516
5517 --If you want to draw the cashier is just going to lunch, he said,
5518 pointing backward with his thumb.
5519
5520 --Did you? Hynes asked.
5521
5522 --Mm, Mr Bloom said. Look sharp and you'll catch him.
5523
5524 --Thanks, old man, Hynes said. I'll tap him too.
5525
5526 He hurried on eagerly towards the _Freeman's Journal_.
5527
5528 Three bob I lent him in Meagher's. Three weeks. Third hint.
5529
5530 WE SEE THE CANVASSER AT WORK
5531
5532
5533 Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti's desk.
5534
5535 --Excuse me, councillor, he said. This ad, you see. Keyes, you remember?
5536
5537 Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded.
5538
5539 --He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.
5540
5541 The foreman moved his pencil towards it.
5542
5543 --But wait, Mr Bloom said. He wants it changed. Keyes, you see. He wants
5544 two keys at the top.
5545
5546 Hell of a racket they make. He doesn't hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves.
5547 Maybe he understands what I.
5548
5549 The foreman turned round to hear patiently and, lifting an elbow, began
5550 to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket.
5551
5552 --Like that, Mr Bloom said, crossing his forefingers at the top.
5553
5554 Let him take that in first.
5555
5556 Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the cross he had made, saw the
5557 foreman's sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice, and beyond the
5558 obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Clank it. Clank it. Miles
5559 of it unreeled. What becomes of it after? O, wrap up meat, parcels:
5560 various uses, thousand and one things.
5561
5562 Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew
5563 swiftly on the scarred woodwork.
5564
5565 HOUSE OF KEY(E)S
5566
5567
5568 --Like that, see. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name.
5569 Alexander Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant. So on.
5570
5571 Better not teach him his own business.
5572
5573 --You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the top
5574 in leaded: the house of keys. You see? Do you think that's a good idea?
5575
5576 The foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched
5577 there quietly.
5578
5579 --The idea, Mr Bloom said, is the house of keys. You know, councillor,
5580 the Manx parliament. Innuendo of home rule. Tourists, you know, from the
5581 isle of Man. Catches the eye, you see. Can you do that?
5582
5583 I could ask him perhaps about how to pronounce that _voglio._ But then
5584 if he didn't know only make it awkward for him. Better not.
5585
5586 --We can do that, the foreman said. Have you the design?
5587
5588 --I can get it, Mr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a
5589 house there too. I'll just run out and ask him. Well, you can do that
5590 and just a little par calling attention. You know the usual. Highclass
5591 licensed premises. Longfelt want. So on.
5592
5593 The foreman thought for an instant.
5594
5595 --We can do that, he said. Let him give us a three months' renewal.
5596
5597 A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to check it
5598 silently. Mr Bloom stood by, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching
5599 the silent typesetters at their cases.
5600
5601 ORTHOGRAPHICAL
5602
5603
5604 Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin Cunningham forgot
5605 to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to view
5606 the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a
5607 harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear
5608 under a cemetery wall. Silly, isn't it? Cemetery put in of course on
5609 account of the symmetry.
5610
5611 I should have said when he clapped on his topper. Thank you. I ought
5612 to have said something about an old hat or something. No. I could have
5613 said. Looks as good as new now. See his phiz then.
5614
5615 Sllt. The nethermost deck of the first machine jogged forward its
5616 flyboard with sllt the first batch of quirefolded papers. Sllt. Almost
5617 human the way it sllt to call attention. Doing its level best to speak.
5618 That door too sllt creaking, asking to be shut. Everything speaks in its
5619 own way. Sllt.
5620
5621 NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR
5622
5623
5624 The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying:
5625
5626 --Wait. Where's the archbishop's letter? It's to be repeated in the
5627 _Telegraph._ Where's what's his name?
5628
5629 He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines.
5630
5631 --Monks, sir? a voice asked from the castingbox.
5632
5633 --Ay. Where's Monks?
5634
5635 --Monks!
5636
5637 Mr Bloom took up his cutting. Time to get out.
5638
5639 --Then I'll get the design, Mr Nannetti, he said, and you'll give it a
5640 good place I know.
5641
5642 --Monks!
5643
5644 --Yes, sir.
5645
5646 Three months' renewal. Want to get some wind off my chest first. Try it
5647 anyhow. Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. Ballsbridge. Tourists
5648 over for the show.
5649
5650 A DAYFATHER
5651
5652
5653 He walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed, spectacled,
5654 aproned. Old Monks, the dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must have put
5655 through his hands in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, speeches,
5656 divorce suits, found drowned. Nearing the end of his tether now. Sober
5657 serious man with a bit in the savingsbank I'd say. Wife a good cook and
5658 washer. Daughter working the machine in the parlour. Plain Jane, no damn
5659 nonsense. AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER
5660
5661
5662 He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.
5663 Reads it backwards first. Quickly he does it. Must require some practice
5664 that. mangiD kcirtaP. Poor papa with his hagadah book, reading backwards
5665 with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year in Jerusalem. Dear, O dear!
5666 All that long business about that brought us out of the land of Egypt
5667 and into the house of bondage _Alleluia. Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu_.
5668 No, that's the other. Then the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons. And then
5669 the lamb and the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the
5670 butcher. And then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the
5671 ox and the dog kills the cat. Sounds a bit silly till you come to look
5672 into it well. Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else.
5673 That's what life is after all. How quickly he does that job. Practice
5674 makes perfect. Seems to see with his fingers.
5675
5676 Mr Bloom passed on out of the clanking noises through the gallery on to
5677 the landing. Now am I going to tram it out all the way and then catch
5678 him out perhaps. Better phone him up first. Number? Yes. Same as
5679 Citron's house. Twentyeight. Twentyeight double four.
5680
5681 ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP
5682
5683
5684 He went down the house staircase. Who the deuce scrawled all over those
5685 walls with matches? Looks as if they did it for a bet. Heavy greasy
5686 smell there always is in those works. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door
5687 when I was there.
5688
5689 He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose. Citronlemon? Ah, the soap
5690 I put there. Lose it out of that pocket. Putting back his handkerchief
5691 he took out the soap and stowed it away, buttoned, into the hip pocket
5692 of his trousers.
5693
5694 What perfume does your wife use? I could go home still: tram: something
5695 I forgot. Just to see: before: dressing. No. Here. No.
5696
5697 A sudden screech of laughter came from the _Evening Telegraph_ office.
5698 Know who that is. What's up? Pop in a minute to phone. Ned Lambert it
5699 is.
5700
5701 He entered softly.
5702
5703 ERIN, GREEN GEM OF THE SILVER SEA
5704
5705
5706 --The ghost walks, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to
5707 the dusty windowpane.
5708
5709 Mr Dedalus, staring from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert's quizzing
5710 face, asked of it sourly:
5711
5712 --Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse?
5713
5714 Ned Lambert, seated on the table, read on:
5715
5716 --_Or again, note the meanderings of some purling rill as it babbles
5717 on its way, tho' quarrelling with the stony obstacles, to the tumbling
5718 waters of Neptune's blue domain, 'mid mossy banks, fanned by gentlest
5719 zephyrs, played on by the glorious sunlight or 'neath the shadows cast
5720 o'er its pensive bosom by the overarching leafage of the giants of
5721 the forest_. What about that, Simon? he asked over the fringe of his
5722 newspaper. How's that for high?
5723
5724 --Changing his drink, Mr Dedalus said.
5725
5726 Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on his knees, repeating:
5727
5728 --_The pensive bosom and the overarsing leafage_. O boys! O boys!
5729
5730 --And Xenophon looked upon Marathon, Mr Dedalus said, looking again on
5731 the fireplace and to the window, and Marathon looked on the sea.
5732
5733 --That will do, professor MacHugh cried from the window. I don't want to
5734 hear any more of the stuff.
5735
5736 He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and,
5737 hungered, made ready to nibble the biscuit in his other hand.
5738
5739 High falutin stuff. Bladderbags. Ned Lambert is taking a day off I see.
5740 Rather upsets a man's day, a funeral does. He has influence they
5741 say. Old Chatterton, the vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his
5742 greatgranduncle. Close on ninety they say. Subleader for his death
5743 written this long time perhaps. Living to spite them. Might go first
5744 himself. Johnny, make room for your uncle. The right honourable Hedges
5745 Eyre Chatterton. Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on
5746 gale days. Windfall when he kicks out. Alleluia.
5747
5748 --Just another spasm, Ned Lambert said.
5749
5750 --What is it? Mr Bloom asked.
5751
5752 --A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh answered
5753 with pomp of tone. _Our lovely land_. SHORT BUT TO THE POINT
5754
5755
5756 --Whose land? Mr Bloom said simply.
5757
5758 --Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With an
5759 accent on the whose.
5760
5761 --Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said.
5762
5763 --Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked.
5764
5765 Ned Lambert nodded.
5766
5767 --But listen to this, he said.
5768
5769 The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was
5770 pushed in.
5771
5772 --Excuse me, J. J. O'Molloy said, entering.
5773
5774 Mr Bloom moved nimbly aside.
5775
5776 --I beg yours, he said.
5777
5778 --Good day, Jack.
5779
5780 --Come in. Come in.
5781
5782 --Good day.
5783
5784 --How are you, Dedalus?
5785
5786 --Well. And yourself?
5787
5788 J. J. O'Molloy shook his head.
5789
5790 SAD
5791
5792
5793 Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Decline, poor chap.
5794 That hectic flush spells finis for a man. Touch and go with him. What's
5795 in the wind, I wonder. Money worry.
5796
5797 --_Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks._
5798
5799 --You're looking extra.
5800
5801 --Is the editor to be seen? J. J. O'Molloy asked, looking towards the
5802 inner door.
5803
5804 --Very much so, professor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He's in
5805 his sanctum with Lenehan.
5806
5807 J. J. O'Molloy strolled to the sloping desk and began to turn back the
5808 pink pages of the file.
5809
5810 Practice dwindling. A mighthavebeen. Losing heart. Gambling. Debts of
5811 honour. Reaping the whirlwind. Used to get good retainers from D. and T.
5812 Fitzgerald. Their wigs to show the grey matter. Brains on their sleeve
5813 like the statue in Glasnevin. Believe he does some literary work for the
5814 _Express_ with Gabriel Conroy. Wellread fellow. Myles Crawford began
5815 on the _Independent._ Funny the way those newspaper men veer about when
5816 they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same
5817 breath. Wouldn't know which to believe. One story good till you hear
5818 the next. Go for one another baldheaded in the papers and then all blows
5819 over. Hail fellow well met the next moment.
5820
5821 --Ah, listen to this for God' sake, Ned Lambert pleaded. _Or again if we
5822 but climb the serried mountain peaks..._
5823
5824 --Bombast! the professor broke in testily. Enough of the inflated
5825 windbag!
5826
5827 --_Peaks_, Ned Lambert went on, _towering high on high, to bathe our
5828 souls, as it were..._
5829
5830 --Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he
5831 taking anything for it?
5832
5833 _--As 'twere, in the peerless panorama of Ireland's portfolio,
5834 unmatched, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize
5835 regions, for very beauty, of bosky grove and undulating plain and
5836 luscious pastureland of vernal green, steeped in the transcendent
5837 translucent glow of our mild mysterious Irish twilight..._
5838
5839 HIS NATIVE DORIC
5840
5841
5842 --The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet.
5843
5844 _--That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of
5845 the moon shine forth to irradiate her silver effulgence..._
5846
5847 --O! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and
5848 onions! That'll do, Ned. Life is too short.
5849
5850 He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy
5851 moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers.
5852
5853 Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper aside, chuckling with delight. An
5854 instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's
5855 unshaven blackspectacled face.
5856
5857 --Doughy Daw! he cried.
5858
5859 WHAT WETHERUP SAID
5860
5861
5862 All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot
5863 cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn't he? Why they call
5864 him Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow. Daughter engaged to that
5865 chap in the inland revenue office with the motor. Hooked that nicely.
5866 Entertainments. Open house. Big blowout. Wetherup always said that. Get
5867 a grip of them by the stomach.
5868
5869 The inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face, crested
5870 by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. The bold blue eyes stared
5871 about them and the harsh voice asked:
5872
5873 --What is it?
5874
5875 --And here comes the sham squire himself! professor MacHugh said
5876 grandly.
5877
5878 --Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in recognition.
5879
5880 --Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink
5881 after that.
5882
5883 --Drink! the editor cried. No drinks served before mass.
5884
5885 --Quite right too, Mr Dedalus said, going out. Come on, Ned.
5886
5887 Ned Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor's blue eyes roved
5888 towards Mr Bloom's face, shadowed by a smile.
5889
5890 --Will you join us, Myles? Ned Lambert asked.
5891
5892 MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED
5893
5894
5895 --North Cork militia! the editor cried, striding to the mantelpiece. We
5896 won every time! North Cork and Spanish officers!
5897
5898 --Where was that, Myles? Ned Lambert asked with a reflective glance at
5899 his toecaps.
5900
5901 --In Ohio! the editor shouted.
5902
5903 --So it was, begad, Ned Lambert agreed.
5904
5905 Passing out he whispered to J. J. O'Molloy:
5906
5907 --Incipient jigs. Sad case.
5908
5909 --Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet face.
5910 My Ohio!
5911
5912 --A perfect cretic! the professor said. Long, short and long.
5913
5914 O, HARP EOLIAN!
5915
5916
5917 He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking
5918 off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant
5919 unwashed teeth.
5920
5921 --Bingbang, bangbang.
5922
5923 Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner door.
5924
5925 --Just a moment, Mr Crawford, he said. I just want to phone about an ad.
5926
5927 He went in.
5928
5929 --What about that leader this evening? professor MacHugh asked, coming
5930 to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder.
5931
5932 --That'll be all right, Myles Crawford said more calmly. Never you fret.
5933 Hello, Jack. That's all right.
5934
5935 --Good day, Myles, J. J. O'Molloy said, letting the pages he held slip
5936 limply back on the file. Is that Canada swindle case on today?
5937
5938 The telephone whirred inside.
5939
5940 --Twentyeight... No, twenty... Double four... Yes.
5941
5942 SPOT THE WINNER
5943
5944
5945 Lenehan came out of the inner office with SPORT'S tissues.
5946
5947 --Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O.
5948 Madden up.
5949
5950 He tossed the tissues on to the table.
5951
5952 Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door was
5953 flung open.
5954
5955 --Hush, Lenehan said. I hear feetstoops.
5956
5957 Professor MacHugh strode across the room and seized the cringing urchin
5958 by the collar as the others scampered out of the hall and down the
5959 steps. The tissues rustled up in the draught, floated softly in the air
5960 blue scrawls and under the table came to earth.
5961
5962 --It wasn't me, sir. It was the big fellow shoved me, sir.
5963
5964 --Throw him out and shut the door, the editor said. There's a hurricane
5965 blowing.
5966
5967 Lenehan began to paw the tissues up from the floor, grunting as he
5968 stooped twice.
5969
5970 --Waiting for the racing special, sir, the newsboy said. It was Pat
5971 Farrell shoved me, sir.
5972
5973 He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.
5974
5975 --Him, sir.
5976
5977 --Out of this with you, professor MacHugh said gruffly.
5978
5979 He hustled the boy out and banged the door to.
5980
5981 J. J. O'Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking:
5982
5983 --Continued on page six, column four.
5984
5985 --Yes, _Evening Telegraph_ here, Mr Bloom phoned from the inner office.
5986 Is the boss...? Yes, _Telegraph_... To where? Aha! Which auction rooms
5987 ?... Aha! I see... Right. I'll catch him.
5988
5989 A COLLISION ENSUES
5990
5991
5992 The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and bumped
5993 against Lenehan who was struggling up with the second tissue.
5994
5995 --_Pardon, monsieur_, Lenehan said, clutching him for an instant and
5996 making a grimace.
5997
5998 --My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt? I'm in a
5999 hurry.
6000
6001 --Knee, Lenehan said.
6002
6003 He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee:
6004
6005 --The accumulation of the _anno Domini_.
6006
6007 --Sorry, Mr Bloom said.
6008
6009 He went to the door and, holding it ajar, paused. J. J. O'Molloy slapped
6010 the heavy pages over. The noise of two shrill voices, a mouthorgan,
6011 echoed in the bare hallway from the newsboys squatted on the doorsteps:
6012
6013 _--We are the boys of Wexford
6014 Who fought with heart and hand._
6015
6016 EXIT BLOOM
6017
6018
6019 --I'm just running round to Bachelor's walk, Mr Bloom said, about this
6020 ad of Keyes's. Want to fix it up. They tell me he's round there in
6021 Dillon's.
6022
6023 He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who,
6024 leaning against the mantelshelf, had propped his head on his hand,
6025 suddenly stretched forth an arm amply.
6026
6027 --Begone! he said. The world is before you.
6028
6029 --Back in no time, Mr Bloom said, hurrying out.
6030
6031 J. J. O'Molloy took the tissues from Lenehan's hand and read them,
6032 blowing them apart gently, without comment.
6033
6034 --He'll get that advertisement, the professor said, staring through his
6035 blackrimmed spectacles over the crossblind. Look at the young scamps
6036 after him.
6037
6038 --Show. Where? Lenehan cried, running to the window.
6039
6040 A STREET CORTEGE
6041
6042
6043 Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr
6044 Bloom's wake, the last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kite, a
6045 tail of white bowknots.
6046
6047 --Look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cry, Lenehan said,
6048 and you'll kick. O, my rib risible! Taking off his flat spaugs and the
6049 walk. Small nines. Steal upon larks.
6050
6051 He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding
6052 feet past the fireplace to J. J. O'Molloy who placed the tissues in his
6053 receiving hands.
6054
6055 --What's that? Myles Crawford said with a start. Where are the other two
6056 gone?
6057
6058 --Who? the professor said, turning. They're gone round to the Oval for a
6059 drink. Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall. Came over last night.
6060
6061 --Come on then, Myles Crawford said. Where's my hat?
6062
6063 He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his
6064 jacket, jingling his keys in his back pocket. They jingled then in the
6065 air and against the wood as he locked his desk drawer.
6066
6067 --He's pretty well on, professor MacHugh said in a low voice.
6068
6069 --Seems to be, J. J. O'Molloy said, taking out a cigarettecase in
6070 murmuring meditation, but it is not always as it seems. Who has the most
6071 matches?
6072
6073 THE CALUMET OF PEACE
6074
6075
6076 He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan
6077 promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J. J.
6078 O'Molloy opened his case again and offered it.
6079
6080 --_Thanky vous_, Lenehan said, helping himself.
6081
6082 The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry on his brow. He
6083 declaimed in song, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh:
6084
6085 _--'Twas rank and fame that tempted thee, 'Twas empire charmed thy
6086 heart._
6087
6088 The professor grinned, locking his long lips.
6089
6090 --Eh? You bloody old Roman empire? Myles Crawford said.
6091
6092 He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, lighting it for him
6093 with quick grace, said:
6094
6095 --Silence for my brandnew riddle!
6096
6097 --_Imperium romanum_, J. J. O'Molloy said gently. It sounds nobler than
6098 British or Brixton. The word reminds one somehow of fat in the fire.
6099
6100 Myles Crawford blew his first puff violently towards the ceiling.
6101
6102 --That's it, he said. We are the fat. You and I are the fat in the fire.
6103 We haven't got the chance of a snowball in hell.
6104
6105 THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME
6106
6107
6108 --Wait a moment, professor MacHugh said, raising two quiet claws. We
6109 mustn't be led away by words, by sounds of words. We think of Rome,
6110 imperial, imperious, imperative.
6111
6112 He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing:
6113
6114 --What was their civilisation? Vast, I allow: but vile. Cloacae: sewers.
6115 The Jews in the wilderness and on the mountaintop said: _It is meet
6116 to be here. Let us build an altar to Jehovah_. The Roman, like the
6117 Englishman who follows in his footsteps, brought to every new shore on
6118 which he set his foot (on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal
6119 obsession. He gazed about him in his toga and he said: _It is meet to be
6120 here. Let us construct a watercloset._
6121
6122 --Which they accordingly did do, Lenehan said. Our old ancient
6123 ancestors, as we read in the first chapter of Guinness's, were partial
6124 to the running stream.
6125
6126 --They were nature's gentlemen, J. J. O'Molloy murmured. But we have
6127 also Roman law.
6128
6129 --And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh responded.
6130
6131 --Do you know that story about chief baron Palles? J. J. O'Molloy asked.
6132 It was at the royal university dinner. Everything was going swimmingly
6133 ...
6134
6135 --First my riddle, Lenehan said. Are you ready?
6136
6137 Mr O'Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in from
6138 the hallway. Stephen Dedalus, behind him, uncovered as he entered.
6139
6140 --_Entrez, mes enfants!_ Lenehan cried.
6141
6142 --I escort a suppliant, Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously. Youth led by
6143 Experience visits Notoriety.
6144
6145 --How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in. Your
6146 governor is just gone.???
6147
6148
6149 Lenehan said to all:
6150
6151 --Silence! What opera resembles a railwayline? Reflect, ponder,
6152 excogitate, reply.
6153
6154 Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to the title and
6155 signature.
6156
6157 --Who? the editor asked.
6158
6159 Bit torn off.
6160
6161 --Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said.
6162
6163 --That old pelters, the editor said. Who tore it? Was he short taken?
6164
6165 _On swift sail flaming
6166 From storm and south
6167 He comes, pale vampire,
6168 Mouth to my mouth._
6169
6170 --Good day, Stephen, the professor said, coming to peer over their
6171 shoulders. Foot and mouth? Are you turned...?
6172
6173 Bullockbefriending bard.
6174
6175 SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT
6176
6177
6178 --Good day, sir, Stephen answered blushing. The letter is not mine. Mr
6179 Garrett Deasy asked me to...
6180
6181 --O, I know him, Myles Crawford said, and I knew his wife too. The
6182 bloodiest old tartar God ever made. By Jesus, she had the foot and mouth
6183 disease and no mistake! The night she threw the soup in the waiter's
6184 face in the Star and Garter. Oho!
6185
6186 A woman brought sin into the world. For Helen, the runaway wife of
6187 Menelaus, ten years the Greeks. O'Rourke, prince of Breffni.
6188
6189 --Is he a widower? Stephen asked.
6190
6191 --Ay, a grass one, Myles Crawford said, his eye running down the
6192 typescript. Emperor's horses. Habsburg. An Irishman saved his life on
6193 the ramparts of Vienna. Don't you forget! Maximilian Karl O'Donnell,
6194 graf von Tirconnell in Ireland. Sent his heir over to make the king
6195 an Austrian fieldmarshal now. Going to be trouble there one day. Wild
6196 geese. O yes, every time. Don't you forget that!
6197
6198 --The moot point is did he forget it, J. J. O'Molloy said quietly,
6199 turning a horseshoe paperweight. Saving princes is a thank you job.
6200
6201 Professor MacHugh turned on him.
6202
6203 --And if not? he said.
6204
6205 --I'll tell you how it was, Myles Crawford began. A Hungarian it was one
6206 day... LOST CAUSES
6207
6208 NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED
6209
6210
6211 --We were always loyal to lost causes, the professor said. Success for
6212 us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never
6213 loyal to the successful. We serve them. I teach the blatant Latin
6214 language. I speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is
6215 the maxim: time is money. Material domination. _Dominus!_ Lord! Where is
6216 the spirituality? Lord Jesus? Lord Salisbury? A sofa in a westend club.
6217 But the Greek!
6218
6219 KYRIE ELEISON!
6220
6221
6222 A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long
6223 lips.
6224
6225 --The Greek! he said again. _Kyrios!_ Shining word! The vowels the
6226 Semite and the Saxon know not. _Kyrie!_ The radiance of the intellect.
6227 I ought to profess Greek, the language of the mind. _Kyrie eleison!_ The
6228 closetmaker and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit. We
6229 are liege subjects of the catholic chivalry of Europe that foundered at
6230 Trafalgar and of the empire of the spirit, not an _imperium,_ that
6231 went under with the Athenian fleets at Aegospotami. Yes, yes. They went
6232 under. Pyrrhus, misled by an oracle, made a last attempt to retrieve the
6233 fortunes of Greece. Loyal to a lost cause.
6234
6235 He strode away from them towards the window.
6236
6237 --They went forth to battle, Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but they
6238 always fell.
6239
6240 --Boohoo! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in
6241 the latter half of the _matinée_. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus!
6242
6243 He whispered then near Stephen's ear:
6244
6245 LENEHAN'S LIMERICK
6246
6247
6248 _There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh
6249 Who wears goggles of ebony hue.
6250 As he mostly sees double
6251 To wear them why trouble?
6252 I can't see the Joe Miller. Can you?_
6253
6254 In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead.
6255
6256 Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket.
6257
6258 --That'll be all right, he said. I'll read the rest after. That'll be
6259 all right.
6260
6261 Lenehan extended his hands in protest.
6262
6263 --But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railwayline?
6264
6265 --Opera? Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled.
6266
6267 Lenehan announced gladly:
6268
6269 --_The Rose of Castile_. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!
6270
6271 He poked Mr O'Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O'Madden Burke fell
6272 back with grace on his umbrella, feigning a gasp.
6273
6274 --Help! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.
6275
6276 Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling
6277 tissues.
6278
6279 The professor, returning by way of the files, swept his hand across
6280 Stephen's and Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties.
6281
6282 --Paris, past and present, he said. You look like communards.
6283
6284 --Like fellows who had blown up the Bastile, J. J. O'Molloy said in
6285 quiet mockery. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between
6286 you? You look as though you had done the deed. General Bobrikoff.
6287
6288 OMNIUM GATHERUM
6289
6290
6291 --We were only thinking about it, Stephen said.
6292
6293 --All the talents, Myles Crawford said. Law, the classics...
6294
6295 --The turf, Lenehan put in.
6296
6297 --Literature, the press.
6298
6299 --If Bloom were here, the professor said. The gentle art of
6300 advertisement.
6301
6302 --And Madam Bloom, Mr O'Madden Burke added. The vocal muse. Dublin's
6303 prime favourite.
6304
6305 Lenehan gave a loud cough.
6306
6307 --Ahem! he said very softly. O, for a fresh of breath air! I caught a
6308 cold in the park. The gate was open.
6309
6310 YOU CAN DO IT!
6311
6312
6313 The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen's shoulder.
6314
6315 --I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite
6316 in it. You can do it. I see it in your face. _In the lexicon of youth_
6317 ...
6318
6319 See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.
6320
6321 --Foot and mouth disease! the editor cried in scornful invective. Great
6322 nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. All balls! Bulldosing the
6323 public! Give them something with a bite in it. Put us all into it, damn
6324 its soul. Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy.
6325
6326 --We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
6327
6328 Stephen raised his eyes to the bold unheeding stare.
6329
6330 --He wants you for the pressgang, J. J. O'Molloy said.
6331
6332 THE GREAT GALLAHER
6333
6334
6335 --You can do it, Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in
6336 emphasis. Wait a minute. We'll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher
6337 used to say when he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the
6338 Clarence. Gallaher, that was a pressman for you. That was a pen. You
6339 know how he made his mark? I'll tell you. That was the smartest piece of
6340 journalism ever known. That was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of
6341 the invincibles, murder in the Phoenix park, before you were born, I
6342 suppose. I'll show you.
6343
6344 He pushed past them to the files.
6345
6346 --Look at here, he said turning. The _New York World_ cabled for a
6347 special. Remember that time?
6348
6349 Professor MacHugh nodded.
6350
6351 --_New York World_, the editor said, excitedly pushing back his straw
6352 hat. Where it took place. Tim Kelly, or Kavanagh I mean. Joe Brady and
6353 the rest of them. Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Whole route, see?
6354
6355 --Skin-the-Goat, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that
6356 cabman's shelter, they say, down there at Butt bridge. Holohan told me.
6357 You know Holohan?
6358
6359 --Hop and carry one, is it? Myles Crawford said.
6360
6361 --And poor Gumley is down there too, so he told me, minding stones for
6362 the corporation. A night watchman.
6363
6364 Stephen turned in surprise.
6365
6366 --Gumley? he said. You don't say so? A friend of my father's, is it?
6367
6368 --Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford cried angrily. Let Gumley mind
6369 the stones, see they don't run away. Look at here. What did Ignatius
6370 Gallaher do? I'll tell you. Inspiration of genius. Cabled right away.
6371 Have you _Weekly Freeman_ of 17 March? Right. Have you got that?
6372
6373 He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.
6374
6375 --Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let us say. Have
6376 you got that? Right.
6377
6378 The telephone whirred.
6379
6380 A DISTANT VOICE
6381
6382
6383 --I'll answer it, the professor said, going.
6384
6385 --B is parkgate. Good.
6386
6387 His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.
6388
6389 --T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon
6390 gate.
6391
6392 The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock's wattles. An illstarched
6393 dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his
6394 waistcoat.
6395
6396 --Hello? _Evening Telegraph_ here... Hello?... Who's there?... Yes...
6397 Yes... Yes.
6398
6399 --F to P is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an alibi,
6400 Inchicore, Roundtown, Windy Arbour, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. F.A.B.P.
6401 Got that? X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.
6402
6403 The professor came to the inner door.
6404
6405 --Bloom is at the telephone, he said.
6406
6407 --Tell him go to hell, the editor said promptly. X is Davy's
6408 publichouse, see? CLEVER, VERY
6409
6410
6411 --Clever, Lenehan said. Very.
6412
6413 --Gave it to them on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the whole bloody
6414 history.
6415
6416 Nightmare from which you will never awake.
6417
6418 --I saw it, the editor said proudly. I was present. Dick Adams, the
6419 besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, and
6420 myself.
6421
6422 Lenehan bowed to a shape of air, announcing:
6423
6424 --Madam, I'm Adam. And Able was I ere I saw Elba.
6425
6426 --History! Myles Crawford cried. The Old Woman of Prince's street was
6427 there first. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that. Out of
6428 an advertisement. Gregor Grey made the design for it. That gave him the
6429 leg up. Then Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the _Star._
6430 Now he's got in with Blumenfeld. That's press. That's talent. Pyatt! He
6431 was all their daddies!
6432
6433 --The father of scare journalism, Lenehan confirmed, and the
6434 brother-in-law of Chris Callinan.
6435
6436 --Hello?... Are you there?... Yes, he's here still. Come across
6437 yourself.
6438
6439 --Where do you find a pressman like that now, eh? the editor cried. He
6440 flung the pages down.
6441
6442 --Clamn dever, Lenehan said to Mr O'Madden Burke.
6443
6444 --Very smart, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
6445
6446 Professor MacHugh came from the inner office.
6447
6448 --Talking about the invincibles, he said, did you see that some hawkers
6449 were up before the recorder?
6450
6451 --O yes, J. J. O'Molloy said eagerly. Lady Dudley was walking home
6452 through the park to see all the trees that were blown down by that
6453 cyclone last year and thought she'd buy a view of Dublin. And it
6454 turned out to be a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady or Number One or
6455 Skin-the-Goat. Right outside the viceregal lodge, imagine!
6456
6457 --They're only in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said.
6458 Psha! Press and the bar! Where have you a man now at the bar like those
6459 fellows, like Whiteside, like Isaac Butt, like silvertongued O'Hagan.
6460 Eh? Ah, bloody nonsense. Psha! Only in the halfpenny place.
6461
6462 His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.
6463
6464 Would anyone wish that mouth for her kiss? How do you know? Why did you
6465 write it then?
6466
6467 RHYMES AND REASONS
6468
6469
6470 Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth? Must be
6471 some. South, pout, out, shout, drouth. Rhymes: two men dressed the same,
6472 looking the same, two by two.
6473
6474 _........................ la tua pace
6475 .................. che parlar ti piace
6476 .... mentreché il vento, come fa, si tace._
6477
6478 He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose, in
6479 russet, entwining, _per l'aer perso_, in mauve, in purple, _quella
6480 pacifica oriafiamma_, gold of oriflamme, _di rimirar fe piu ardenti._
6481 But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth
6482 south: tomb womb.
6483
6484 --Speak up for yourself, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
6485
6486 SUFFICIENT FOR THE DAY...
6487
6488
6489 J. J. O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage.
6490
6491 --My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false
6492 construction on my words. I hold no brief, as at present advised, for
6493 the third profession qua profession but your Cork legs are running away
6494 with you. Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and
6495 Edmund Burke? Ignatius Gallaher we all know and his Chapelizod boss,
6496 Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his American cousin of the Bowery
6497 guttersheet not to mention _Paddy Kelly's Budget, Pue's Occurrences_
6498 and our watchful friend _The Skibbereen Eagle_. Why bring in a master
6499 of forensic eloquence like Whiteside? Sufficient for the day is the
6500 newspaper thereof. LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE
6501
6502
6503 --Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his
6504 face. Irish volunteers. Where are you now? Established 1763. Dr Lucas.
6505 Who have you now like John Philpot Curran? Psha!
6506
6507 --Well, J. J. O'Molloy said, Bushe K.C., for example.
6508
6509 --Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it
6510 in his blood. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe.
6511
6512 --He would have been on the bench long ago, the professor said, only for
6513 ... But no matter.
6514
6515 J. J. O'Molloy turned to Stephen and said quietly and slowly:
6516
6517 --One of the most polished periods I think I ever listened to in my life
6518 fell from the lips of Seymour Bushe. It was in that case of fratricide,
6519 the Childs murder case. Bushe defended him. _And in the porches of mine
6520 ear did pour._
6521
6522
6523 By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the other
6524 story, beast with two backs?
6525
6526 --What was that? the professor asked.
6527
6528 ITALIA, MAGISTRA ARTIUM
6529
6530
6531 --He spoke on the law of evidence, J. J. O'Molloy said, of Roman justice
6532 as contrasted with the earlier Mosaic code, the _lex talionis_. And he
6533 cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the vatican.
6534
6535 --Ha.
6536
6537 --A few wellchosen words, Lenehan prefaced. Silence!
6538
6539 Pause. J. J. O'Molloy took out his cigarettecase.
6540
6541 False lull. Something quite ordinary.
6542
6543 Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar.
6544
6545 I have often thought since on looking back over that strange time that
6546 it was that small act, trivial in itself, that striking of that match,
6547 that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives. A POLISHED
6548 PERIOD
6549
6550
6551 J. J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words:
6552
6553 --He said of it: _that stony effigy in frozen music, horned and
6554 terrible, of the human form divine, that eternal symbol of wisdom and
6555 of prophecy which, if aught that the imagination or the hand of sculptor
6556 has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring
6557 deserves to live, deserves to live._
6558
6559 His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall.
6560
6561 --Fine! Myles Crawford said at once.
6562
6563 --The divine afflatus, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
6564
6565 --You like it? J. J. O'Molloy asked Stephen.
6566
6567 Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed. He
6568 took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O'Molloy offered his case to Myles
6569 Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy,
6570 saying:
6571
6572 --Muchibus thankibus.
6573
6574 A MAN OF HIGH MORALE
6575
6576
6577 --Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, J. J. O'Molloy said
6578 to Stephen. What do you think really of that hermetic crowd, the opal
6579 hush poets: A. E. the mastermystic? That Blavatsky woman started it.
6580 She was a nice old bag of tricks. A. E. has been telling some yankee
6581 interviewer that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to
6582 ask him about planes of consciousness. Magennis thinks you must have
6583 been pulling A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale,
6584 Magennis.
6585
6586 Speaking about me. What did he say? What did he say? What did he say
6587 about me? Don't ask.
6588
6589 --No, thanks, professor MacHugh said, waving the cigarettecase aside.
6590 Wait a moment. Let me say one thing. The finest display of oratory I
6591 ever heard was a speech made by John F Taylor at the college historical
6592 society. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, the present lord justice of appeal, had
6593 spoken and the paper under debate was an essay (new for those days),
6594 advocating the revival of the Irish tongue.
6595
6596 He turned towards Myles Crawford and said:
6597
6598 --You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his
6599 discourse.
6600
6601 --He is sitting with Tim Healy, J. J. O'Molloy said, rumour has it, on
6602 the Trinity college estates commission.
6603
6604 --He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child's
6605 frock. Go on. Well?
6606
6607 --It was the speech, mark you, the professor said, of a finished orator,
6608 full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction I will
6609 not say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely
6610 upon the new movement. It was then a new movement. We were weak,
6611 therefore worthless.
6612
6613 He closed his long thin lips an instant but, eager to be on, raised
6614 an outspanned hand to his spectacles and, with trembling thumb and
6615 ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to a new
6616 focus.
6617
6618 IMPROMPTU
6619
6620
6621 In ferial tone he addressed J. J. O'Molloy:
6622
6623 --Taylor had come there, you must know, from a sickbed. That he
6624 had prepared his speech I do not believe for there was not even one
6625 shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy
6626 beard round it. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he
6627 looked (though he was not) a dying man.
6628
6629 His gaze turned at once but slowly from J. J. O'Molloy's towards
6630 Stephen's face and then bent at once to the ground, seeking. His
6631 unglazed linen collar appeared behind his bent head, soiled by his
6632 withering hair. Still seeking, he said:
6633
6634 --When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply.
6635 Briefly, as well as I can bring them to mind, his words were these.
6636
6637 He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more.
6638 Witless shellfish swam in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking outlet.
6639
6640 He began:
6641
6642 _--Mr Chairman, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my admiration in
6643 listening to the remarks addressed to the youth of Ireland a moment
6644 since by my learned friend. It seemed to me that I had been transported
6645 into a country far away from this country, into an age remote from
6646 this age, that I stood in ancient Egypt and that I was listening to the
6647 speech of some highpriest of that land addressed to the youthful Moses._
6648
6649 His listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear, their smokes
6650 ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. _And let our
6651 crooked smokes._ Noble words coming. Look out. Could you try your hand
6652 at it yourself?
6653
6654 _--And it seemed to me that I heard the voice of that Egyptian
6655 highpriest raised in a tone of like haughtiness and like pride. I heard
6656 his words and their meaning was revealed to me._
6657
6658 FROM THE FATHERS
6659
6660
6661 It was revealed to me that those things are good which yet are corrupted
6662 which neither if they were supremely good nor unless they were good
6663 could be corrupted. Ah, curse you! That's saint Augustine.
6664
6665 _--Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our
6666 language? You are a tribe of nomad herdsmen: we are a mighty people. You
6667 have no cities nor no wealth: our cities are hives of humanity and
6668 our galleys, trireme and quadrireme, laden with all manner merchandise
6669 furrow the waters of the known globe. You have but emerged from
6670 primitive conditions: we have a literature, a priesthood, an agelong
6671 history and a polity._
6672
6673 Nile.
6674
6675 Child, man, effigy.
6676
6677 By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man supple
6678 in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone.
6679
6680 _--You pray to a local and obscure idol: our temples, majestic and
6681 mysterious, are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of Horus and Ammon Ra.
6682 Yours serfdom, awe and humbleness: ours thunder and the seas. Israel
6683 is weak and few are her children: Egypt is an host and terrible are her
6684 arms. Vagrants and daylabourers are you called: the world trembles at
6685 our name._
6686
6687 A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it
6688 boldly:
6689
6690 _--But, ladies and gentlemen, had the youthful Moses listened to and
6691 accepted that view of life, had he bowed his head and bowed his will
6692 and bowed his spirit before that arrogant admonition he would never have
6693 brought the chosen people out of their house of bondage, nor followed
6694 the pillar of the cloud by day. He would never have spoken with the
6695 Eternal amid lightnings on Sinai's mountaintop nor ever have come down
6696 with the light of inspiration shining in his countenance and bearing in
6697 his arms the tables of the law, graven in the language of the outlaw._
6698
6699 He ceased and looked at them, enjoying a silence.
6700
6701 OMINOUS--FOR HIM!
6702
6703 J. J. O'Molloy said not without regret:
6704
6705 --And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.
6706
6707 --A sudden--at--the--moment--though--from--lingering--illness--often--
6708 previously--expectorated--demise, Lenehan added. And with a great future
6709 behind him.
6710
6711 The troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the hallway and pattering
6712 up the staircase.
6713
6714 --That is oratory, the professor said uncontradicted. Gone with the
6715 wind. Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the kings. Miles of ears of
6716 porches. The tribune's words, howled and scattered to the four winds.
6717 A people sheltered within his voice. Dead noise. Akasic records of all
6718 that ever anywhere wherever was. Love and laud him: me no more.
6719
6720 I have money.
6721
6722 --Gentlemen, Stephen said. As the next motion on the agenda paper may I
6723 suggest that the house do now adjourn?
6724
6725 --You take my breath away. It is not perchance a French compliment?
6726 Mr O'Madden Burke asked. 'Tis the hour, methinks, when the winejug,
6727 metaphorically speaking, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry.
6728
6729 --That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All that are in favour
6730 say ay, Lenehan announced. The contrary no. I declare it carried. To
6731 which particular boosing shed?... My casting vote is: Mooney's!
6732
6733 He led the way, admonishing:
6734
6735 --We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will we not? Yes,
6736 we will not. By no manner of means.
6737
6738 Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally's lunge of his
6739 umbrella:
6740
6741 --Lay on, Macduff!
6742
6743 --Chip of the old block! the editor cried, clapping Stephen on the
6744 shoulder. Let us go. Where are those blasted keys?
6745
6746 He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.
6747
6748 --Foot and mouth. I know. That'll be all right. That'll go in. Where are
6749 they? That's all right.
6750
6751 He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office. LET US HOPE
6752
6753
6754 J. J. O'Molloy, about to follow him in, said quietly to Stephen:
6755
6756 --I hope you will live to see it published. Myles, one moment.
6757
6758 He went into the inner office, closing the door behind him.
6759
6760 --Come along, Stephen, the professor said. That is fine, isn't it? It
6761 has the prophetic vision. _Fuit Ilium!_ The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms
6762 of this world. The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.
6763
6764 The first newsboy came pattering down the stairs at their heels and
6765 rushed out into the street, yelling:
6766
6767 --Racing special!
6768
6769 Dublin. I have much, much to learn.
6770
6771 They turned to the left along Abbey street.
6772
6773 --I have a vision too, Stephen said.
6774
6775 --Yes? the professor said, skipping to get into step. Crawford will
6776 follow.
6777
6778 Another newsboy shot past them, yelling as he ran:
6779
6780 --Racing special!
6781
6782 DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN
6783
6784
6785 Dubliners.
6786
6787 --Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said, elderly and pious, have lived fifty
6788 and fiftythree years in Fumbally's lane.
6789
6790 --Where is that? the professor asked.
6791
6792 --Off Blackpitts, Stephen said.
6793
6794 Damp night reeking of hungry dough. Against the wall. Face glistering
6795 tallow under her fustian shawl. Frantic hearts. Akasic records. Quicker,
6796 darlint!
6797
6798 On now. Dare it. Let there be life.
6799
6800 --They want to see the views of Dublin from the top of Nelson's pillar.
6801 They save up three and tenpence in a red tin letterbox moneybox. They
6802 shake out the threepenny bits and sixpences and coax out the pennies
6803 with the blade of a knife. Two and three in silver and one and seven
6804 in coppers. They put on their bonnets and best clothes and take their
6805 umbrellas for fear it may come on to rain.
6806
6807 --Wise virgins, professor MacHugh said.
6808
6809 LIFE ON THE RAW
6810
6811
6812 --They buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and four slices of panloaf at
6813 the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins,
6814 proprietress... They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl
6815 at the foot of Nelson's pillar to take off the thirst of the brawn. They
6816 give two threepenny bits to the gentleman at the turnstile and begin
6817 to waddle slowly up the winding staircase, grunting, encouraging each
6818 other, afraid of the dark, panting, one asking the other have you the
6819 brawn, praising God and the Blessed Virgin, threatening to come down,
6820 peeping at the airslits. Glory be to God. They had no idea it was that
6821 high.
6822
6823 Their names are Anne Kearns and Florence MacCabe. Anne Kearns has the
6824 lumbago for which she rubs on Lourdes water, given her by a lady who got
6825 a bottleful from a passionist father. Florence MacCabe takes a crubeen
6826 and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.
6827
6828 --Antithesis, the professor said nodding twice. Vestal virgins. I can
6829 see them. What's keeping our friend?
6830
6831 He turned.
6832
6833 A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps, scattering in all
6834 directions, yelling, their white papers fluttering. Hard after them
6835 Myles Crawford appeared on the steps, his hat aureoling his scarlet
6836 face, talking with J. J. O'Molloy.
6837
6838 --Come along, the professor cried, waving his arm.
6839
6840 He set off again to walk by Stephen's side. RETURN OF BLOOM
6841
6842
6843 --Yes, he said. I see them.
6844
6845 Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the
6846 offices of the _Irish Catholic and Dublin Penny Journal_, called:
6847
6848 --Mr Crawford! A moment!
6849
6850 --_Telegraph_! Racing special!
6851
6852 --What is it? Myles Crawford said, falling back a pace.
6853
6854 A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom's face:
6855
6856 --Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! A child bit by a bellows!
6857
6858 INTERVIEW WITH THE EDITOR
6859
6860
6861 --Just this ad, Mr Bloom said, pushing through towards the steps,
6862 puffing, and taking the cutting from his pocket. I spoke with Mr Keyes
6863 just now. He'll give a renewal for two months, he says. After he'll
6864 see. But he wants a par to call attention in the _Telegraph_ too,
6865 the Saturday pink. And he wants it copied if it's not too late I told
6866 councillor Nannetti from the _Kilkenny People_. I can have access to
6867 it in the national library. House of keys, don't you see? His name is
6868 Keyes. It's a play on the name. But he practically promised he'd give
6869 the renewal. But he wants just a little puff. What will I tell him, Mr
6870 Crawford? K.M.A.
6871
6872
6873 --Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? Myles Crawford said throwing
6874 out his arm for emphasis. Tell him that straight from the stable.
6875
6876 A bit nervy. Look out for squalls. All off for a drink. Arm in arm.
6877 Lenehan's yachting cap on the cadge beyond. Usual blarney. Wonder is
6878 that young Dedalus the moving spirit. Has a good pair of boots on him
6879 today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in
6880 muck somewhere. Careless chap. What was he doing in Irishtown?
6881
6882 --Well, Mr Bloom said, his eyes returning, if I can get the design I
6883 suppose it's worth a short par. He'd give the ad, I think. I'll tell him
6884 ... K.M.R.I.A.
6885
6886
6887 --He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his
6888 shoulder. Any time he likes, tell him.
6889
6890 While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode on
6891 jerkily.
6892
6893 RAISING THE WIND
6894
6895
6896 --_Nulla bona_, Jack, he said, raising his hand to his chin. I'm up to
6897 here. I've been through the hoop myself. I was looking for a fellow to
6898 back a bill for me no later than last week. Sorry, Jack. You must take
6899 the will for the deed. With a heart and a half if I could raise the wind
6900 anyhow.
6901
6902 J. J. O'Molloy pulled a long face and walked on silently. They caught up
6903 on the others and walked abreast.
6904
6905 --When they have eaten the brawn and the bread and wiped their twenty
6906 fingers in the paper the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the
6907 railings.
6908
6909 --Something for you, the professor explained to Myles Crawford. Two old
6910 Dublin women on the top of Nelson's pillar.
6911
6912 SOME COLUMN!--THAT'S WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID
6913
6914
6915 --That's new, Myles Crawford said. That's copy. Out for the waxies
6916 Dargle. Two old trickies, what?
6917
6918 --But they are afraid the pillar will fall, Stephen went on. They see
6919 the roofs and argue about where the different churches are: Rathmines'
6920 blue dome, Adam and Eve's, saint Laurence O'Toole's. But it makes them
6921 giddy to look so they pull up their skirts...
6922
6923 THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES
6924
6925
6926 --Easy all, Myles Crawford said. No poetic licence. We're in the
6927 archdiocese here.
6928
6929 --And settle down on their striped petticoats, peering up at the statue
6930 of the onehandled adulterer.
6931
6932 --Onehandled adulterer! the professor cried. I like that. I see the
6933 idea. I see what you mean.
6934
6935 DAMES DONATE DUBLIN'S CITS SPEEDPILLS VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, BELIEF
6936
6937
6938 --It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said, and they are too
6939 tired to look up or down or to speak. They put the bag of plums between
6940 them and eat the plums out of it, one after another, wiping off with
6941 their handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of their mouths and
6942 spitting the plumstones slowly out between the railings.
6943
6944 He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O'Madden
6945 Burke, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.
6946
6947 --Finished? Myles Crawford said. So long as they do no worse.
6948
6949 SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON PROBOSCIS. SPARTANS GNASH
6950 MOLARS. ITHACANS VOW PEN IS CHAMP.
6951
6952
6953 --You remind me of Antisthenes, the professor said, a disciple of
6954 Gorgias, the sophist. It is said of him that none could tell if he were
6955 bitterer against others or against himself. He was the son of a noble
6956 and a bondwoman. And he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of
6957 beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to poor Penelope.
6958
6959 Poor Penelope. Penelope Rich.
6960
6961 They made ready to cross O'Connell street.
6962
6963 HELLO THERE, CENTRAL!
6964
6965
6966 At various points along the eight lines tramcars with motionless
6967 trolleys stood in their tracks, bound for or from Rathmines,
6968 Rathfarnham, Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Sandymount Green, Ringsend
6969 and Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston Park and Upper Rathmines,
6970 all still, becalmed in short circuit. Hackney cars, cabs, delivery
6971 waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with
6972 rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly.
6973
6974 WHAT?--AND LIKEWISE--WHERE?
6975
6976
6977 --But what do you call it? Myles Crawford asked. Where did they get the
6978 plums?
6979
6980 VIRGILIAN, SAYS PEDAGOGUE. SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR OLD MAN MOSES.
6981
6982
6983 --Call it, wait, the professor said, opening his long lips wide to
6984 reflect. Call it, let me see. Call it: _deus nobis haec otia fecit._
6985
6986 --No, Stephen said. I call it _A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the
6987 Parable of The Plums._
6988
6989 --I see, the professor said.
6990
6991 He laughed richly.
6992
6993 --I see, he said again with new pleasure. Moses and the promised land.
6994 We gave him that idea, he added to J. J. O'Molloy.
6995
6996 HORATIO IS CYNOSURE THIS FAIR JUNE DAY
6997
6998
6999 J. J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and held
7000 his peace.
7001
7002 --I see, the professor said.
7003
7004 He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson
7005 through the meshes of his wry smile.
7006
7007 DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR FRISKY FRUMPS. ANNE WIMBLES,
7008 FLO WANGLES--YET CAN YOU BLAME THEM?
7009
7010
7011 --Onehandled adulterer, he said smiling grimly. That tickles me, I must
7012 say.
7013
7014 --Tickled the old ones too, Myles Crawford said, if the God Almighty's
7015 truth was known.
7016
7017
7018 Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. A sugarsticky girl
7019 shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school
7020 treat. Bad for their tummies. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His
7021 Majesty the King. God. Save. Our. Sitting on his throne sucking red
7022 jujubes white.
7023
7024
7025 A sombre Y.M.C.A. young man, watchful among the warm sweet fumes of
7026 Graham Lemon's, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.
7027
7028 Heart to heart talks.
7029
7030 Bloo... Me? No.
7031
7032 Blood of the Lamb.
7033
7034 His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Are you saved? All are
7035 washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim. Birth, hymen,
7036 martyr, war, foundation of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering,
7037 druids' altars. Elijah is coming. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of
7038 the church in Zion is coming.
7039
7040 _Is coming! Is coming!! Is coming!!! All heartily welcome._ Paying game.
7041 Torry and Alexander last year. Polygamy. His wife will put the stopper
7042 on that. Where was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix.
7043 Our Saviour. Wake up in the dead of night and see him on the wall,
7044 hanging. Pepper's ghost idea. Iron nails ran in.
7045
7046
7047 Phosphorus it must be done with. If you leave a bit of codfish for
7048 instance. I could see the bluey silver over it. Night I went down to the
7049 pantry in the kitchen. Don't like all the smells in it waiting to rush
7050 out. What was it she wanted? The Malaga raisins. Thinking of Spain.
7051 Before Rudy was born. The phosphorescence, that bluey greeny. Very good
7052 for the brain.
7053
7054 From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk.
7055 Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Must be
7056 selling off some old furniture. Knew her eyes at once from the father.
7057 Lobbing about waiting for him. Home always breaks up when the mother
7058 goes. Fifteen children he had. Birth every year almost. That's in their
7059 theology or the priest won't give the poor woman the confession, the
7060 absolution. Increase and multiply. Did you ever hear such an idea? Eat
7061 you out of house and home. No families themselves to feed. Living on the
7062 fat of the land. Their butteries and larders. I'd like to see them do
7063 the black fast Yom Kippur. Crossbuns. One meal and a collation for fear
7064 he'd collapse on the altar. A housekeeper of one of those fellows if you
7065 could pick it out of her. Never pick it out of her. Like getting l.s.d.
7066 out of him. Does himself well. No guests. All for number one. Watching
7067 his water. Bring your own bread and butter. His reverence: mum's the
7068 word.
7069
7070 Good Lord, that poor child's dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks
7071 too. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. It's after they feel it.
7072 Proof of the pudding. Undermines the constitution.
7073
7074 As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from
7075 the parapet. Brewery barge with export stout. England. Sea air sours it,
7076 I heard. Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see the
7077 brewery. Regular world in itself. Vats of porter wonderful. Rats get in
7078 too. Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating. Dead drunk on
7079 the porter. Drink till they puke again like christians. Imagine drinking
7080 that! Rats: vats. Well, of course, if we knew all the things.
7081
7082 Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt
7083 quaywalls, gulls. Rough weather outside. If I threw myself down? Reuben
7084 J's son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. One and
7085 eightpence too much. Hhhhm. It's the droll way he comes out with the
7086 things. Knows how to tell a story too.
7087
7088 They wheeled lower. Looking for grub. Wait.
7089
7090 He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Elijah thirtytwo feet
7091 per sec is com. Not a bit. The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of
7092 swells, floated under by the bridgepiers. Not such damn fools. Also the
7093 day I threw that stale cake out of the Erin's King picked it up in the
7094 wake fifty yards astern. Live by their wits. They wheeled, flapping.
7095
7096 _The hungry famished gull
7097 Flaps o'er the waters dull._
7098
7099 That is how poets write, the similar sounds. But then Shakespeare has
7100 no rhymes: blank verse. The flow of the language it is. The thoughts.
7101 Solemn.
7102
7103
7104 _Hamlet, I am thy father's spirit
7105 Doomed for a certain time to walk the earth._
7106 --Two apples a penny! Two for a penny!
7107
7108
7109 His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand. Australians
7110 they must be this time of year. Shiny peels: polishes them up with a rag
7111 or a handkerchief.
7112
7113 Wait. Those poor birds.
7114
7115 He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for
7116 a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into
7117 the Liffey. See that? The gulls swooped silently, two, then all from
7118 their heights, pouncing on prey. Gone. Every morsel.
7119
7120 Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his
7121 hands. They never expected that. Manna. Live on fish, fishy flesh they
7122 have, all seabirds, gulls, seagoose. Swans from Anna Liffey swim down
7123 here sometimes to preen themselves. No accounting for tastes. Wonder
7124 what kind is swanmeat. Robinson Crusoe had to live on them.
7125
7126 They wheeled flapping weakly. I'm not going to throw any more. Penny
7127 quite enough. Lot of thanks I get. Not even a caw. They spread foot and
7128 mouth disease too. If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes
7129 like that. Eat pig like pig. But then why is it that saltwater fish are
7130 not salty? How is that?
7131
7132 His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor
7133 on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.
7134
7135 _Kino's_ 11/- _Trousers_
7136
7137 Good idea that. Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation. How can you
7138 own water really? It's always flowing in a stream, never the same, which
7139 in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream. All kinds of
7140 places are good for ads. That quack doctor for the clap used to be stuck
7141 up in all the greenhouses. Never see it now. Strictly confidential. Dr
7142 Hy Franks. Didn't cost him a red like Maginni the dancing master self
7143 advertisement. Got fellows to stick them up or stick them up himself for
7144 that matter on the q. t. running in to loosen a button. Flybynight.
7145 Just the place too. POST NO BILLS. POST 110 PILLS. Some chap with a dose
7146 burning him.
7147
7148 If he...?
7149
7150 O!
7151
7152 Eh?
7153
7154 No... No.
7155
7156 No, no. I don't believe it. He wouldn't surely?
7157
7158 No, no.
7159
7160 Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Think no more about
7161 that. After one. Timeball on the ballastoffice is down. Dunsink time.
7162 Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's. Parallax. I never
7163 exactly understood. There's a priest. Could ask him. Par it's Greek:
7164 parallel, parallax. Met him pike hoses she called it till I told her
7165 about the transmigration. O rocks!
7166
7167 Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballastoffice. She's right
7168 after all. Only big words for ordinary things on account of the sound.
7169 She's not exactly witty. Can be rude too. Blurt out what I was thinking.
7170 Still, I don't know. She used to say Ben Dollard had a base barreltone
7171 voice. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was singing into a
7172 barrel. Now, isn't that wit. They used to call him big Ben. Not half as
7173 witty as calling him base barreltone. Appetite like an albatross. Get
7174 outside of a baron of beef. Powerful man he was at stowing away number
7175 one Bass. Barrel of Bass. See? It all works out.
7176
7177 A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards him
7178 along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Bargains. Like
7179 that priest they are this morning: we have sinned: we have suffered. He
7180 read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. E. L. Y. S.
7181 Wisdom Hely's. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his
7182 foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. Our
7183 staple food. Three bob a day, walking along the gutters, street after
7184 street. Just keep skin and bone together, bread and skilly. They are
7185 not Boyl: no, M Glade's men. Doesn't bring in any business either.
7186 I suggested to him about a transparent showcart with two smart girls
7187 sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper. I
7188 bet that would have caught on. Smart girls writing something catch the
7189 eye at once. Everyone dying to know what she's writing. Get twenty of
7190 them round you if you stare at nothing. Have a finger in the pie. Women
7191 too. Curiosity. Pillar of salt. Wouldn't have it of course because he
7192 didn't think of it himself first. Or the inkbottle I suggested with a
7193 false stain of black celluloid. His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted
7194 under the obituaries, cold meat department. You can't lick 'em. What?
7195 Our envelopes. Hello, Jones, where are you going? Can't stop, Robinson,
7196 I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser _Kansell,_ sold
7197 by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame street. Well out of that ruck I am. Devil of a
7198 job it was collecting accounts of those convents. Tranquilla convent.
7199 That was a nice nun there, really sweet face. Wimple suited her small
7200 head. Sister? Sister? I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes.
7201 Very hard to bargain with that sort of a woman. I disturbed her at her
7202 devotions that morning. But glad to communicate with the outside world.
7203 Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Sweet name
7204 too: caramel. She knew I, I think she knew by the way she. If she had
7205 married she would have changed. I suppose they really were short of
7206 money. Fried everything in the best butter all the same. No lard for
7207 them. My heart's broke eating dripping. They like buttering themselves
7208 in and out. Molly tasting it, her veil up. Sister? Pat Claffey, the
7209 pawnbroker's daughter. It was a nun they say invented barbed wire.
7210
7211 He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by. Rover
7212 cycleshop. Those races are on today. How long ago is that? Year Phil
7213 Gilligan died. We were in Lombard street west. Wait: was in Thom's.
7214 Got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. Six years. Ten years ago:
7215 ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big fire at Arnott's. Val Dillon
7216 was lord mayor. The Glencree dinner. Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying
7217 the port into his soup before the flag fell. Bobbob lapping it for the
7218 inner alderman. Couldn't hear what the band played. For what we have
7219 already received may the Lord make us. Milly was a kiddy then. Molly
7220 had that elephantgrey dress with the braided frogs. Mantailored with
7221 selfcovered buttons. She didn't like it because I sprained my ankle
7222 first day she wore choir picnic at the Sugarloaf. As if that. Old
7223 Goodwin's tall hat done up with some sticky stuff. Flies' picnic
7224 too. Never put a dress on her back like it. Fitted her like a glove,
7225 shoulders and hips. Just beginning to plump it out well. Rabbitpie we
7226 had that day. People looking after her.
7227
7228 Happy. Happier then. Snug little room that was with the red wallpaper.
7229 Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen. Milly's tubbing night. American
7230 soap I bought: elderflower. Cosy smell of her bathwater. Funny she
7231 looked soaped all over. Shapely too. Now photography. Poor papa's
7232 daguerreotype atelier he told me of. Hereditary taste.
7233
7234 He walked along the curbstone.
7235
7236 Stream of life. What was the name of that priestylooking chap was always
7237 squinting in when he passed? Weak eyes, woman. Stopped in Citron's saint
7238 Kevin's parade. Pen something. Pendennis? My memory is getting. Pen
7239 ...? Of course it's years ago. Noise of the trams probably. Well, if he
7240 couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he sees every day.
7241
7242 Bartell d'Arcy was the tenor, just coming out then. Seeing her home
7243 after practice. Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache. Gave her
7244 that song _Winds that blow from the south_.
7245
7246 Windy night that was I went to fetch her there was that lodge meeting on
7247 about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the supperroom or
7248 oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew
7249 out of my hand against the High school railings. Lucky it didn't.
7250 Thing like that spoils the effect of a night for her. Professor Goodwin
7251 linking her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell
7252 concerts. Positively last appearance on any stage. May be for months and
7253 may be for never. Remember her laughing at the wind, her blizzard collar
7254 up. Corner of Harcourt road remember that gust. Brrfoo! Blew up all her
7255 skirts and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. She did get flushed
7256 in the wind. Remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up
7257 those pieces of lap of mutton for her supper with the Chutney sauce she
7258 liked. And the mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth
7259 unclamping the busk of her stays: white.
7260
7261 Swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed. Always warm from her.
7262 Always liked to let her self out. Sitting there after till near two
7263 taking out her hairpins. Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy.
7264 That was the night...
7265
7266 --O, Mr Bloom, how do you do?
7267
7268 --O, how do you do, Mrs Breen?
7269
7270 --No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven't seen her for
7271 ages.
7272
7273 --In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in
7274 Mullingar, you know.
7275
7276 --Go away! Isn't that grand for her?
7277
7278 --Yes. In a photographer's there. Getting on like a house on fire. How
7279 are all your charges?
7280
7281 --All on the baker's list, Mrs Breen said.
7282
7283 How many has she? No other in sight.
7284
7285 --You're in black, I see. You have no...
7286
7287 --No, Mr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral.
7288
7289 Going to crop up all day, I foresee. Who's dead, when and what did he
7290 die of? Turn up like a bad penny.
7291
7292 --O, dear me, Mrs Breen said. I hope it wasn't any near relation.
7293
7294 May as well get her sympathy.
7295
7296 --Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly,
7297 poor fellow. Heart trouble, I believe. Funeral was this morning.
7298
7299 _Your funeral's tomorrow While you're coming through the rye.
7300 Diddlediddle dumdum Diddlediddle..._
7301
7302 --Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily.
7303
7304 Now that's quite enough about that. Just: quietly: husband.
7305
7306 --And your lord and master?
7307
7308 Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn't lost them anyhow.
7309
7310 --O, don't be talking! she said. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. He's
7311 in there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me
7312 heartscalded. Wait till I show you.
7313
7314 Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured
7315 out from Harrison's. The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr Bloom's
7316 gullet. Want to make good pastry, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar,
7317 or they'd taste it with the hot tea. Or is it from her? A barefoot
7318 arab stood over the grating, breathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of
7319 hunger that way. Pleasure or pain is it? Penny dinner. Knife and fork
7320 chained to the table.
7321
7322 Opening her handbag, chipped leather. Hatpin: ought to have a guard on
7323 those things. Stick it in a chap's eye in the tram. Rummaging. Open.
7324 Money. Please take one. Devils if they lose sixpence. Raise Cain.
7325 Husband barging. Where's the ten shillings I gave you on Monday? Are
7326 you feeding your little brother's family? Soiled handkerchief:
7327 medicinebottle. Pastille that was fell. What is she?...
7328
7329 --There must be a new moon out, she said. He's always bad then. Do you
7330 know what he did last night?
7331
7332 Her hand ceased to rummage. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide in
7333 alarm, yet smiling.
7334
7335 --What? Mr Bloom asked.
7336
7337 Let her speak. Look straight in her eyes. I believe you. Trust me.
7338
7339 --Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had, a nightmare.
7340
7341 Indiges.
7342
7343 --Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs.
7344
7345 --The ace of spades! Mr Bloom said.
7346
7347 She took a folded postcard from her handbag.
7348
7349 --Read that, she said. He got it this morning.
7350
7351 --What is it? Mr Bloom asked, taking the card. U.P.?
7352
7353 --U.P.: up, she said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It's a great
7354 shame for them whoever he is.
7355
7356 --Indeed it is, Mr Bloom said.
7357
7358 She took back the card, sighing.
7359
7360 --And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He's going to take an
7361 action for ten thousand pounds, he says.
7362
7363 She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.
7364
7365 Same blue serge dress she had two years ago, the nap bleaching. Seen its
7366 best days. Wispish hair over her ears. And that dowdy toque: three old
7367 grapes to take the harm out of it. Shabby genteel. She used to be a
7368 tasty dresser. Lines round her mouth. Only a year or so older than
7369 Molly.
7370
7371 See the eye that woman gave her, passing. Cruel. The unfair sex.
7372
7373 He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent.
7374 Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. I'm hungry too. Flakes of pastry
7375 on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek.
7376 Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruit interior. Josie Powell
7377 that was. In Luke Doyle's long ago. Dolphin's Barn, the charades. U.P.:
7378 up.
7379
7380 Change the subject.
7381
7382 --Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Mr Bloom asked.
7383
7384 --Mina Purefoy? she said.
7385
7386 Philip Beaufoy I was thinking. Playgoers' Club. Matcham often thinks of
7387 the masterstroke. Did I pull the chain? Yes. The last act.
7388
7389 --Yes.
7390
7391 --I just called to ask on the way in is she over it. She's in the
7392 lying-in hospital in Holles street. Dr Horne got her in. She's three
7393 days bad now.
7394
7395 --O, Mr Bloom said. I'm sorry to hear that.
7396
7397 --Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It's a very stiff
7398 birth, the nurse told me.
7399
7400 ---O, Mr Bloom said.
7401
7402 His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. His tongue clacked in
7403 compassion. Dth! Dth!
7404
7405 --I'm sorry to hear that, he said. Poor thing! Three days! That's
7406 terrible for her.
7407
7408 Mrs Breen nodded.
7409
7410 --She was taken bad on the Tuesday...
7411
7412 Mr Bloom touched her funnybone gently, warning her:
7413
7414 --Mind! Let this man pass.
7415
7416 A bony form strode along the curbstone from the river staring with a
7417 rapt gaze into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass. Tight as a
7418 skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head. From his arm a folded dustcoat,
7419 a stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride.
7420
7421 --Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts.
7422 Watch!
7423
7424 --Who is he if it's a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?
7425
7426 --His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr
7427 Bloom said smiling. Watch!
7428
7429 --He has enough of them, she said. Denis will be like that one of these
7430 days.
7431
7432 She broke off suddenly.
7433
7434 --There he is, she said. I must go after him. Goodbye. Remember me to
7435 Molly, won't you?
7436
7437 --I will, Mr Bloom said.
7438
7439 He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts. Denis Breen
7440 in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's
7441 hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs. Blown in from the bay. Like old
7442 times. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust
7443 his dull grey beard towards her, his loose jaw wagging as he spoke
7444 earnestly.
7445
7446 Meshuggah. Off his chump.
7447
7448 Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of him in sunlight the
7449 tight skullpiece, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat. Going the two
7450 days. Watch him! Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world.
7451 And that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Hard time she must have
7452 with him.
7453
7454 U.P.: up. I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Wrote
7455 it for a lark in the Scotch house I bet anything. Round to Menton's
7456 office. His oyster eyes staring at the postcard. Be a feast for the
7457 gods.
7458
7459 He passed the _Irish Times_. There might be other answers Iying there.
7460 Like to answer them all. Good system for criminals. Code. At their lunch
7461 now. Clerk with the glasses there doesn't know me. O, leave them there
7462 to simmer. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them. Wanted, smart
7463 lady typist to aid gentleman in literary work. I called you naughty
7464 darling because I do not like that other world. Please tell me what is
7465 the meaning. Please tell me what perfume does your wife. Tell me who
7466 made the world. The way they spring those questions on you. And the
7467 other one Lizzie Twigg. My literary efforts have had the good fortune to
7468 meet with the approval of the eminent poet A. E. (Mr Geo. Russell). No
7469 time to do her hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry.
7470
7471 Best paper by long chalks for a small ad. Got the provinces now. Cook
7472 and general, exc. cuisine, housemaid kept. Wanted live man for spirit
7473 counter. Resp. girl (R.C.) wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop.
7474 James Carlisle made that. Six and a half per cent dividend. Made a big
7475 deal on Coates's shares. Ca' canny. Cunning old Scotch hunks. All the
7476 toady news. Our gracious and popular vicereine. Bought the _Irish Field_
7477 now. Lady Mountcashel has quite recovered after her confinement and
7478 rode out with the Ward Union staghounds at the enlargement yesterday
7479 at Rathoath. Uneatable fox. Pothunters too. Fear injects juices make
7480 it tender enough for them. Riding astride. Sit her horse like a man.
7481 Weightcarrying huntress. No sidesaddle or pillion for her, not for Joe.
7482 First to the meet and in at the death. Strong as a brood mare some of
7483 those horsey women. Swagger around livery stables. Toss off a glass
7484 of brandy neat while you'd say knife. That one at the Grosvenor this
7485 morning. Up with her on the car: wishswish. Stonewall or fivebarred gate
7486 put her mount to it. Think that pugnosed driver did it out of spite. Who
7487 is this she was like? O yes! Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old
7488 wraps and black underclothes in the Shelbourne hotel. Divorced Spanish
7489 American. Didn't take a feather out of her my handling them. As if I was
7490 her clotheshorse. Saw her in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park
7491 ranger got me in with Whelan of the _Express._ Scavenging what the
7492 quality left. High tea. Mayonnaise I poured on the plums thinking it was
7493 custard. Her ears ought to have tingled for a few weeks after. Want to
7494 be a bull for her. Born courtesan. No nursery work for her, thanks.
7495
7496 Poor Mrs Purefoy! Methodist husband. Method in his madness. Saffron bun
7497 and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy. Y. M. C. A. Eating
7498 with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the minute. And still his
7499 muttonchop whiskers grew. Supposed to be well connected. Theodore's
7500 cousin in Dublin Castle. One tony relative in every family. Hardy
7501 annuals he presents her with. Saw him out at the Three Jolly Topers
7502 marching along bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a
7503 marketnet. The squallers. Poor thing! Then having to give the breast
7504 year after year all hours of the night. Selfish those t.t's are. Dog in
7505 the manger. Only one lump of sugar in my tea, if you please.
7506
7507 He stood at Fleet street crossing. Luncheon interval. A sixpenny at
7508 Rowe's? Must look up that ad in the national library. An eightpenny in
7509 the Burton. Better. On my way.
7510
7511 He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea. I forgot
7512 to tap Tom Kernan.
7513
7514 Sss. Dth, dth, dth! Three days imagine groaning on a bed with a
7515 vinegared handkerchief round her forehead, her belly swollen out. Phew!
7516 Dreadful simply! Child's head too big: forceps. Doubled up inside her
7517 trying to butt its way out blindly, groping for the way out. Kill me
7518 that would. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. They ought to invent
7519 something to stop that. Life with hard labour. Twilight sleep idea:
7520 queen Victoria was given that. Nine she had. A good layer. Old
7521 woman that lived in a shoe she had so many children. Suppose he was
7522 consumptive. Time someone thought about it instead of gassing about the
7523 what was it the pensive bosom of the silver effulgence. Flapdoodle to
7524 feed fools on. They could easily have big establishments whole thing
7525 quite painless out of all the taxes give every child born five quid at
7526 compound interest up to twentyone five per cent is a hundred shillings
7527 and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage
7528 people to put by money save hundred and ten and a bit twentyone years
7529 want to work it out on paper come to a tidy sum more than you think.
7530
7531 Not stillborn of course. They are not even registered. Trouble for
7532 nothing.
7533
7534 Funny sight two of them together, their bellies out. Molly and Mrs
7535 Moisel. Mothers' meeting. Phthisis retires for the time being, then
7536 returns. How flat they look all of a sudden after. Peaceful eyes. Weight
7537 off their mind. Old Mrs Thornton was a jolly old soul. All my babies,
7538 she said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed them. O, that's
7539 nyumnyum. Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. His first bow to
7540 the public. Head like a prize pumpkin. Snuffy Dr Murren. People knocking
7541 them up at all hours. For God' sake, doctor. Wife in her throes. Then
7542 keep them waiting months for their fee. To attendance on your wife. No
7543 gratitude in people. Humane doctors, most of them.
7544
7545 Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of
7546 pigeons flew. Their little frolic after meals. Who will we do it on? I
7547 pick the fellow in black. Here goes. Here's good luck. Must be thrilling
7548 from the air. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the trees near
7549 Goose green playing the monkeys. Mackerel they called me.
7550
7551 A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in Indian
7552 file. Goosestep. Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their
7553 truncheons. After their feed with a good load of fat soup under their
7554 belts. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. They split up in groups and
7555 scattered, saluting, towards their beats. Let out to graze. Best moment
7556 to attack one in pudding time. A punch in his dinner. A squad of others,
7557 marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the station.
7558 Bound for their troughs. Prepare to receive cavalry. Prepare to receive
7559 soup.
7560
7561 He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. They did right to put him
7562 up over a urinal: meeting of the waters. Ought to be places for women.
7563 Running into cakeshops. Settle my hat straight. _There is not in this
7564 wide world a vallee_. Great song of Julia Morkan's. Kept her voice up to
7565 the very last. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?
7566
7567 He gazed after the last broad tunic. Nasty customers to tackle. Jack
7568 Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. If a fellow gave them trouble
7569 being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell.
7570 Can't blame them after all with the job they have especially the young
7571 hornies. That horsepoliceman the day Joe Chamberlain was given his
7572 degree in Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His
7573 horse's hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. Lucky I had the
7574 presence of mind to dive into Manning's or I was souped. He did come a
7575 wallop, by George. Must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones. I
7576 oughtn't to have got myself swept along with those medicals. And the
7577 Trinity jibs in their mortarboards. Looking for trouble. Still I got to
7578 know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me in the Mater and now
7579 he's in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy. Wheels within wheels. Police
7580 whistle in my ears still. All skedaddled. Why he fixed on me. Give me in
7581 charge. Right here it began.
7582
7583 --Up the Boers!
7584
7585 --Three cheers for De Wet!
7586
7587 --We'll hang Joe Chamberlain on a sourapple tree.
7588
7589 Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out. Vinegar hill.
7590 The Butter exchange band. Few years' time half of them magistrates and
7591 civil servants. War comes on: into the army helterskelter: same fellows
7592 used to. Whether on the scaffold high.
7593
7594 Never know who you're talking to. Corny Kelleher he has Harvey Duff in
7595 his eye. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on
7596 the invincibles. Member of the corporation too. Egging raw youths on to
7597 get in the know all the time drawing secret service pay from the castle.
7598 Drop him like a hot potato. Why those plainclothes men are always
7599 courting slaveys. Easily twig a man used to uniform. Squarepushing up
7600 against a backdoor. Maul her a bit. Then the next thing on the menu. And
7601 who is the gentleman does be visiting there? Was the young master saying
7602 anything? Peeping Tom through the keyhole. Decoy duck. Hotblooded young
7603 student fooling round her fat arms ironing.
7604
7605 --Are those yours, Mary?
7606
7607 --I don't wear such things... Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. Out
7608 half the night.
7609
7610 --There are great times coming, Mary. Wait till you see.
7611
7612 --Ah, gelong with your great times coming.
7613
7614 Barmaids too. Tobaccoshopgirls.
7615
7616 James Stephens' idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so that
7617 a fellow couldn't round on more than his own ring. Sinn Fein. Back out
7618 you get the knife. Hidden hand. Stay in. The firing squad. Turnkey's
7619 daughter got him out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Putting up in the
7620 Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses. Garibaldi.
7621
7622 You must have a certain fascination: Parnell. Arthur Griffith is a
7623 squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob. Or gas about
7624 our lovely land. Gammon and spinach. Dublin Bakery Company's tearoom.
7625 Debating societies. That republicanism is the best form of government.
7626 That the language question should take precedence of the economic
7627 question. Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. Stuff them
7628 up with meat and drink. Michaelmas goose. Here's a good lump of thyme
7629 seasoning under the apron for you. Have another quart of goosegrease
7630 before it gets too cold. Halffed enthusiasts. Penny roll and a walk with
7631 the band. No grace for the carver. The thought that the other chap pays
7632 best sauce in the world. Make themselves thoroughly at home. Show us
7633 over those apricots, meaning peaches. The not far distant day. Homerule
7634 sun rising up in the northwest.
7635
7636 His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly,
7637 shadowing Trinity's surly front. Trams passed one another, ingoing,
7638 outgoing, clanging. Useless words. Things go on same, day after day:
7639 squads of police marching out, back: trams in, out. Those two loonies
7640 mooching about. Dignam carted off. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a
7641 bed groaning to have a child tugged out of her. One born every second
7642 somewhere. Other dying every second. Since I fed the birds five minutes.
7643 Three hundred kicked the bucket. Other three hundred born, washing the
7644 blood off, all are washed in the blood of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.
7645
7646 Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing away too: other
7647 coming on, passing on. Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of
7648 pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Changing hands. This owner, that.
7649 Landlord never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets
7650 his notice to quit. They buy the place up with gold and still they have
7651 all the gold. Swindle in it somewhere. Piled up in cities, worn away age
7652 after age. Pyramids in sand. Built on bread and onions. Slaves Chinese
7653 wall. Babylon. Big stones left. Round towers. Rest rubble, sprawling
7654 suburbs, jerrybuilt. Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze. Shelter,
7655 for the night.
7656
7657 No-one is anything.
7658
7659 This is the very worst hour of the day. Vitality. Dull, gloomy: hate
7660 this hour. Feel as if I had been eaten and spewed.
7661
7662 Provost's house. The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Well tinned in
7663 there. Like a mortuary chapel. Wouldn't live in it if they paid me. Hope
7664 they have liver and bacon today. Nature abhors a vacuum.
7665
7666 The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware
7667 opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell passed,
7668 unseeing.
7669
7670 There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that's a
7671 coincidence. Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don't
7672 meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a
7673 corporation meeting today. They say he never put on the city marshal's
7674 uniform since he got the job. Charley Kavanagh used to come out on
7675 his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Look at the
7676 woebegone walk of him. Eaten a bad egg. Poached eyes on ghost. I have a
7677 pain. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. He'd look nice on the
7678 city charger. Drop into the D.B.C. probably for his coffee, play chess
7679 there. His brother used men as pawns. Let them all go to pot. Afraid to
7680 pass a remark on him. Freeze them up with that eye of his. That's the
7681 fascination: the name. All a bit touched. Mad Fanny and his other sister
7682 Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. Bolt upright lik
7683 surgeon M'Ardle. Still David Sheehy beat him for south Meath. Apply
7684 for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. The patriot's
7685 banquet. Eating orangepeels in the park. Simon Dedalus said when they
7686 put him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the grave and
7687 lead him out of the house of commons by the arm.
7688
7689 --Of the twoheaded octopus, one of whose heads is the head upon which
7690 the ends of the world have forgotten to come while the other speaks with
7691 a Scotch accent. The tentacles...
7692
7693 They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Beard and bicycle.
7694 Young woman.
7695
7696 And there he is too. Now that's really a coincidence: second time.
7697 Coming events cast their shadows before. With the approval of the
7698 eminent poet, Mr Geo. Russell. That might be Lizzie Twigg with him. A.
7699 E.: what does that mean? Initials perhaps. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund,
7700 Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. What was he saying? The ends of the world
7701 with a Scotch accent. Tentacles: octopus. Something occult: symbolism.
7702 Holding forth. She's taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid
7703 gentleman in literary work.
7704
7705 His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle,
7706 a listening woman at his side. Coming from the vegetarian. Only
7707 weggebobbles and fruit. Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of
7708 that cow will pursue you through all eternity. They say it's healthier.
7709 Windandwatery though. Tried it. Keep you on the run all day. Bad as
7710 a bloater. Dreams all night. Why do they call that thing they gave me
7711 nutsteak? Nutarians. Fruitarians. To give you the idea you are eating
7712 rumpsteak. Absurd. Salty too. They cook in soda. Keep you sitting by the
7713 tap all night.
7714
7715 Her stockings are loose over her ankles. I detest that: so tasteless.
7716 Those literary etherial people they are all. Dreamy, cloudy,
7717 symbolistic. Esthetes they are. I wouldn't be surprised if it was that
7718 kind of food you see produces the like waves of the brain the poetical.
7719 For example one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts
7720 you couldn't squeeze a line of poetry out of him. Don't know what poetry
7721 is even. Must be in a certain mood.
7722
7723 _The dreamy cloudy gull
7724 Waves o'er the waters dull._
7725
7726 He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates
7727 and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Or will I drop into old Harris's and
7728 have a chat with young Sinclair? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his
7729 lunch. Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Goerz lenses six
7730 guineas. Germans making their way everywhere. Sell on easy terms to
7731 capture trade. Undercutting. Might chance on a pair in the railway lost
7732 property office. Astonishing the things people leave behind them in
7733 trains and cloakrooms. What do they be thinking about? Women too.
7734 Incredible. Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up that farmer's
7735 daughter's ba and hand it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed money
7736 too. There's a little watch up there on the roof of the bank to test
7737 those glasses by.
7738
7739
7740 His lids came down on the lower rims of his irides. Can't see it. If you
7741 imagine it's there you can almost see it. Can't see it.
7742
7743 He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right
7744 hand at arm's length towards the sun. Wanted to try that often. Yes:
7745 completely. The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk.
7746 Must be the focus where the rays cross. If I had black glasses.
7747 Interesting. There was a lot of talk about those sunspots when we
7748 were in Lombard street west. Looking up from the back garden. Terrific
7749 explosions they are. There will be a total eclipse this year: autumn
7750 some time.
7751
7752 Now that I come to think of it that ball falls at Greenwich time. It's
7753 the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Must go out there
7754 some first Saturday of the month. If I could get an introduction to
7755 professor Joly or learn up something about his family. That would do to:
7756 man always feels complimented. Flattery where least expected. Nobleman
7757 proud to be descended from some king's mistress. His foremother. Lay it
7758 on with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land. Not go in and blurt
7759 out what you know you're not to: what's parallax? Show this gentleman
7760 the door.
7761
7762 Ah.
7763
7764 His hand fell to his side again.
7765
7766 Never know anything about it. Waste of time. Gasballs spinning about,
7767 crossing each other, passing. Same old dingdong always. Gas: then solid:
7768 then world: then cold: then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock,
7769 like that pineapple rock. The moon. Must be a new moon out, she said. I
7770 believe there is.
7771
7772 He went on by la maison Claire.
7773
7774 Wait. The full moon was the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly there
7775 is a new moon. Walking down by the Tolka. Not bad for a Fairview moon.
7776 She was humming. The young May moon she's beaming, love. He other side
7777 of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love. Touch.
7778 Fingers. Asking. Answer. Yes.
7779
7780 Stop. Stop. If it was it was. Must.
7781
7782 Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court.
7783
7784 With a keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the street here
7785 middle of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. On his annual bend,
7786 M Coy said. They drink in order to say or do something or _cherchez la
7787 femme_. Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the
7788 rest of the year sober as a judge.
7789
7790 Yes. Thought so. Sloping into the Empire. Gone. Plain soda would do him
7791 good. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the
7792 Queen's. Broth of a boy. Dion Boucicault business with his harvestmoon
7793 face in a poky bonnet. Three Purty Maids from School. How time flies,
7794 eh? Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Drinkers, drinking,
7795 laughed spluttering, their drink against their breath. More power, Pat.
7796 Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke. Take off that white
7797 hat. His parboiled eyes. Where is he now? Beggar somewhere. The harp
7798 that once did starve us all.
7799
7800 I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Twentyeight I was. She
7801 twentythree. When we left Lombard street west something changed. Could
7802 never like it again after Rudy. Can't bring back time. Like holding
7803 water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then.
7804 Would you? Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy?
7805 Wants to sew on buttons for me. I must answer. Write it in the library.
7806
7807 Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Muslin prints,
7808 silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the
7809 baking causeway. Thick feet that woman has in the white stockings. Hope
7810 the rain mucks them up on her. Countrybred chawbacon. All the beef to
7811 the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of
7812 plumb.
7813
7814 He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. Cascades
7815 of ribbons. Flimsy China silks. A tilted urn poured from its mouth a
7816 flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. The huguenots brought that
7817 here. _La causa è santa_! Tara tara. Great chorus that. Taree tara. Must
7818 be washed in rainwater. Meyerbeer. Tara: bom bom bom.
7819
7820 Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all
7821 over the place. Needles in window curtains.
7822
7823 He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today
7824 anyhow. Must go back for that lotion. For her birthday perhaps.
7825 Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Nearly three months off. Then she mightn't
7826 like it. Women won't pick up pins. Say it cuts lo.
7827
7828 Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk
7829 stockings.
7830
7831 Useless to go back. Had to be. Tell me all.
7832
7833 High voices. Sunwarm silk. Jingling harnesses. All for a woman, home and
7834 houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Agendath Netaim.
7835 Wealth of the world.
7836
7837 A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain yielded.
7838 Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he
7839 mutely craved to adore.
7840
7841 Duke street. Here we are. Must eat. The Burton. Feel better then.
7842
7843 He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. Jingling, hoofthuds.
7844 Perfumed bodies, warm, full. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields,
7845 tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas,
7846 creaking beds.
7847
7848 --Jack, love!
7849
7850 --Darling!
7851
7852 --Kiss me, Reggy!
7853
7854 --My boy!
7855
7856 --Love!
7857
7858 His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink
7859 gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens. See
7860 the animals feed.
7861
7862 Men, men, men.
7863
7864 Perched on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables
7865 calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy
7866 food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. A pallid suetfaced
7867 young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. New
7868 set of microbes. A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round
7869 him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. A man spitting back on his
7870 plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no teeth to chewchewchew it. Chump
7871 chop from the grill. Bolting to get it over. Sad booser's eyes. Bitten
7872 off more than he can chew. Am I like that? See ourselves as others see
7873 us. Hungry man is an angry man. Working tooth and jaw. Don't! O! A bone!
7874 That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the schoolpoem choked himself
7875 at Sletty southward of the Boyne. Wonder what he was eating. Something
7876 galoptious. Saint Patrick converted him to Christianity. Couldn't
7877 swallow it all however.
7878
7879 --Roast beef and cabbage.
7880
7881 --One stew.
7882
7883 Smells of men. His gorge rose. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish
7884 cigarette smoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale
7885 of ferment.
7886
7887 Couldn't eat a morsel here. Fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat all
7888 before him, old chap picking his tootles. Slight spasm, full, chewing
7889 the cud. Before and after. Grace after meals. Look on this picture then
7890 on that. Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread. Lick it
7891 off the plate, man! Get out of this.
7892
7893 He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of
7894 his nose.
7895
7896 --Two stouts here.
7897
7898 --One corned and cabbage.
7899
7900 That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life depended
7901 on it. Good stroke. Give me the fidgets to look. Safer to eat from his
7902 three hands. Tear it limb from limb. Second nature to him. Born with a
7903 silver knife in his mouth. That's witty, I think. Or no. Silver means
7904 born rich. Born with a knife. But then the allusion is lost.
7905
7906 An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. Rock, the head
7907 bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard. Well
7908 up: it splashed yellow near his boot. A diner, knife and fork upright,
7909 elbows on table, ready for a second helping stared towards the foodlift
7910 across his stained square of newspaper. Other chap telling him something
7911 with his mouth full. Sympathetic listener. Table talk. I munched hum un
7912 thu Unchster Bunk un Munchday. Ha? Did you, faith?
7913
7914 Mr Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his lips. His eyes said:
7915
7916 --Not here. Don't see him.
7917
7918 Out. I hate dirty eaters.
7919
7920 He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Stopgap.
7921 Keep me going. Had a good breakfast.
7922
7923 --Roast and mashed here.
7924
7925 --Pint of stout.
7926
7927 Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.
7928
7929 He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street. Eat
7930 or be eaten. Kill! Kill!
7931
7932 Suppose that communal kitchen years to come perhaps. All trotting down
7933 with porringers and tommycans to be filled. Devour contents in the
7934 street. John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every
7935 mother's son don't talk of your provosts and provost of Trinity women
7936 and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. From
7937 Ailesbury road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union,
7938 lord mayor in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a bathchair. My
7939 plate's empty. After you with our incorporated drinkingcup. Like sir
7940 Philip Crampton's fountain. Rub off the microbes with your handkerchief.
7941 Next chap rubs on a new batch with his. Father O'Flynn would make
7942 hares of them all. Have rows all the same. All for number one. Children
7943 fighting for the scrapings of the pot. Want a souppot as big as the
7944 Phoenix park. Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of it. Hate
7945 people all round you. City Arms hotel _table d'hôte_ she called it.
7946 Soup, joint and sweet. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. Then
7947 who'd wash up all the plates and forks? Might be all feeding on tabloids
7948 that time. Teeth getting worse and worse.
7949
7950 After all there's a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from
7951 the earth garlic of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp
7952 of onions mushrooms truffles. Pain to the animal too. Pluck and draw
7953 fowl. Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe
7954 to split their skulls open. Moo. Poor trembling calves. Meh. Staggering
7955 bob. Bubble and squeak. Butchers' buckets wobbly lights. Give us that
7956 brisket off the hook. Plup. Rawhead and bloody bones. Flayed glasseyed
7957 sheep hung from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling
7958 nosejam on sawdust. Top and lashers going out. Don't maul them pieces,
7959 young one.
7960
7961 Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. Blood always needed.
7962 Insidious. Lick it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Famished ghosts.
7963
7964 Ah, I'm hungry.
7965
7966 He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a drink now
7967 and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me once.
7968
7969 What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff?
7970
7971 --Hello, Bloom, Nosey Flynn said from his nook.
7972
7973 --Hello, Flynn.
7974
7975 --How's things?
7976
7977 --Tiptop... Let me see. I'll take a glass of burgundy and... let me
7978 see.
7979
7980 Sardines on the shelves. Almost taste them by looking. Sandwich? Ham
7981 and his descendants musterred and bred there. Potted meats. What is home
7982 without Plumtree's potted meat? Incomplete. What a stupid ad! Under the
7983 obituary notices they stuck it. All up a plumtree. Dignam's potted meat.
7984 Cannibals would with lemon and rice. White missionary too salty. Like
7985 pickled pork. Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour. Ought to be
7986 tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect. _There was
7987 a right royal old nigger. Who ate or something the somethings of the
7988 reverend Mr MacTrigger_. With it an abode of bliss. Lord knows what
7989 concoction. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. Puzzle
7990 find the meat. Kosher. No meat and milk together. Hygiene that was what
7991 they call now. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. Peace and
7992 war depend on some fellow's digestion. Religions. Christmas turkeys and
7993 geese. Slaughter of innocents. Eat drink and be merry. Then casual wards
7994 full after. Heads bandaged. Cheese digests all but itself. Mity cheese.
7995
7996 --Have you a cheese sandwich?
7997
7998 --Yes, sir.
7999
8000 Like a few olives too if they had them. Italian I prefer. Good glass of
8001 burgundy take away that. Lubricate. A nice salad, cool as a cucumber,
8002 Tom Kernan can dress. Puts gusto into it. Pure olive oil. Milly served
8003 me that cutlet with a sprig of parsley. Take one Spanish onion. God made
8004 food, the devil the cooks. Devilled crab.
8005
8006 --Wife well?
8007
8008 --Quite well, thanks... A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you?
8009
8010 --Yes, sir.
8011
8012 Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.
8013
8014 --Doing any singing those times?
8015
8016 Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear. Flap ears to match.
8017 Music. Knows as much about it as my coachman. Still better tell him.
8018 Does no harm. Free ad.
8019
8020 --She's engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard
8021 perhaps.
8022
8023 --No. O, that's the style. Who's getting it up?
8024
8025 The curate served.
8026
8027 --How much is that?
8028
8029 --Seven d., sir... Thank you, sir.
8030
8031 Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. _Mr MacTrigger_. Easier
8032 than the dreamy creamy stuff. _His five hundred wives. Had the time of
8033 their lives._
8034
8035 --Mustard, sir?
8036
8037 --Thank you.
8038
8039 He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. _Their lives_. I have
8040 it. _It grew bigger and bigger and bigger_.
8041
8042 --Getting it up? he said. Well, it's like a company idea, you see. Part
8043 shares and part profits.
8044
8045 --Ay, now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand in his pocket
8046 to scratch his groin. Who is this was telling me? Isn't Blazes Boylan
8047 mixed up in it?
8048
8049 A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's heart. He
8050 raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock
8051 five minutes fast. Time going on. Hands moving. Two. Not yet.
8052
8053 His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, yearned more longly,
8054 longingly.
8055
8056 Wine.
8057
8058 He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to
8059 speed it, set his wineglass delicately down.
8060
8061 --Yes, he said. He's the organiser in point of fact.
8062
8063 No fear: no brains.
8064
8065 Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Flea having a good square meal.
8066
8067 --He had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, over that
8068 boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the Portobello
8069 barracks. By God, he had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he
8070 was telling me...
8071
8072 Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass. No, snuffled it up.
8073
8074 --For near a month, man, before it came off. Sucking duck eggs by God
8075 till further orders. Keep him off the boose, see? O, by God, Blazes is a
8076 hairy chap.
8077
8078 Davy Byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves,
8079 cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring's blush. Whose
8080 smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. Too much fat
8081 on the parsnips.
8082
8083 --And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Can you give
8084 us a good one for the Gold cup?
8085
8086 --I'm off that, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. I never put anything on a
8087 horse.
8088
8089 --You're right there, Nosey Flynn said.
8090
8091 Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of
8092 disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his
8093 wine soothed his palate. Not logwood that. Tastes fuller this weather
8094 with the chill off.
8095
8096 Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed. Like
8097 the way it curves there.
8098
8099 --I wouldn't do anything at all in that line, Davy Byrne said. It ruined
8100 many a man, the same horses.
8101
8102 Vintners' sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits
8103 for consumption on the premises. Heads I win tails you lose.
8104
8105 --True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Unless you're in the know. There's
8106 no straight sport going now. Lenehan gets some good ones. He's giving
8107 Sceptre today. Zinfandel's the favourite, lord Howard de Walden's, won
8108 at Epsom. Morny Cannon is riding him. I could have got seven to one
8109 against Saint Amant a fortnight before.
8110
8111 --That so? Davy Byrne said...
8112
8113 He went towards the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned
8114 its pages.
8115
8116 --I could, faith, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. That was a rare bit of
8117 horseflesh. Saint Frusquin was her sire. She won in a thunderstorm,
8118 Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow
8119 cap. Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O'Gaunt. He put me off it.
8120 Ay.
8121
8122 He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the
8123 flutes.
8124
8125 --Ay, he said, sighing.
8126
8127 Mr Bloom, champing, standing, looked upon his sigh. Nosey numbskull.
8128 Will I tell him that horse Lenehan? He knows already. Better let him
8129 forget. Go and lose more. Fool and his money. Dewdrop coming down again.
8130 Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Still they might like. Prickly
8131 beards they like. Dogs' cold noses. Old Mrs Riordan with the rumbling
8132 stomach's Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel. Molly fondling him in her
8133 lap. O, the big doggybowwowsywowsy!
8134
8135 Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish
8136 cheese. Nice wine it is. Taste it better because I'm not thirsty. Bath
8137 of course does that. Just a bite or two. Then about six o'clock I can.
8138 Six. Six. Time will be gone then. She...
8139
8140 Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that badly. Felt so
8141 off colour. His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardines, gaudy
8142 lobsters' claws. All the odd things people pick up for food. Out of
8143 shells, periwinkles with a pin, off trees, snails out of the ground the
8144 French eat, out of the sea with bait on a hook. Silly fish learn nothing
8145 in a thousand years. If you didn't know risky putting anything into your
8146 mouth. Poisonous berries. Johnny Magories. Roundness you think good.
8147 Gaudy colour warns you off. One fellow told another and so on. Try it
8148 on the dog first. Led on by the smell or the look. Tempting fruit.
8149 Ice cones. Cream. Instinct. Orangegroves for instance. Need artificial
8150 irrigation. Bleibtreustrasse. Yes but what about oysters. Unsightly like
8151 a clot of phlegm. Filthy shells. Devil to open them too. Who found them
8152 out? Garbage, sewage they feed on. Fizz and Red bank oysters. Effect
8153 on the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red Bank this morning. Was he
8154 oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has
8155 no ar no oysters. But there are people like things high. Tainted game.
8156 Jugged hare. First catch your hare. Chinese eating eggs fifty years old,
8157 blue and green again. Dinner of thirty courses. Each dish harmless might
8158 mix inside. Idea for a poison mystery. That archduke Leopold was it no
8159 yes or was it Otto one of those Habsburgs? Or who was it used to eat the
8160 scruff off his own head? Cheapest lunch in town. Of course aristocrats,
8161 then the others copy to be in the fashion. Milly too rock oil and flour.
8162 Raw pastry I like myself. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in
8163 the sea to keep up the price. Cheap no-one would buy. Caviare. Do the
8164 grand. Hock in green glasses. Swell blowout. Lady this. Powdered bosom
8165 pearls. The _élite. Crème de la crème_. They want special dishes to
8166 pretend they're. Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings
8167 of the flesh. Know me come eat with me. Royal sturgeon high sheriff,
8168 Coffey, the butcher, right to venisons of the forest from his ex. Send
8169 him back the half of a cow. Spread I saw down in the Master of the
8170 Rolls' kitchen area. Whitehatted _chef_ like a rabbi. Combustible duck.
8171 Curly cabbage _à la duchesse de Parme_. Just as well to write it on the
8172 bill of fare so you can know what you've eaten. Too many drugs spoil the
8173 broth. I know it myself. Dosing it with Edwards' desiccated soup. Geese
8174 stuffed silly for them. Lobsters boiled alive. Do ptake some ptarmigan.
8175 Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a swell hotel. Tips, evening dress,
8176 halfnaked ladies. May I tempt you to a little more filleted lemon sole,
8177 miss Dubedat? Yes, do bedad. And she did bedad. Huguenot name I expect
8178 that. A miss Dubedat lived in Killiney, I remember. _Du, de la_ French.
8179 Still it's the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped
8180 the guts out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes' gills
8181 can't write his name on a cheque think he was painting the landscape
8182 with his mouth twisted. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a kish of
8183 brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds.
8184
8185 Stuck on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck.
8186
8187 Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress
8188 grapes of Burgundy. Sun's heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me
8189 memory. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Hidden under wild ferns
8190 on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. No sound. The sky. The bay purple
8191 by the Lion's head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards Sutton.
8192 Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities.
8193 Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub
8194 my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft with
8195 ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn
8196 away. Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth.
8197 Yum. Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed.
8198 Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her spittle. Joy: I ate
8199 it: joy. Young life, her lips that gave me pouting. Soft warm sticky
8200 gumjelly lips. Flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes. Pebbles
8201 fell. She lay still. A goat. No-one. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a
8202 nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. Screened under ferns
8203 she laughed warmfolded. Wildly I lay on her, kissed her: eyes, her lips,
8204 her stretched neck beating, woman's breasts full in her blouse of nun's
8205 veiling, fat nipples upright. Hot I tongued her. She kissed me. I was
8206 kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair. Kissed, she kissed me.
8207
8208 Me. And me now.
8209
8210 Stuck, the flies buzzed.
8211
8212 His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab. Beauty:
8213 it curves: curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the
8214 world admires. Can see them library museum standing in the round hall,
8215 naked goddesses. Aids to digestion. They don't care what man looks. All
8216 to see. Never speaking. I mean to say to fellows like Flynn. Suppose she
8217 did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Mortal! Put you in
8218 your proper place. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all
8219 ambrosial. Not like a tanner lunch we have, boiled mutton, carrots and
8220 turnips, bottle of Allsop. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity: gods'
8221 food. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. Immortal lovely. And we
8222 stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung,
8223 earth, food: have to feed it like stoking an engine. They have no. Never
8224 looked. I'll look today. Keeper won't see. Bend down let something drop
8225 see if she.
8226
8227 Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to
8228 do there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and
8229 walked, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men
8230 lovers, a youth enjoyed her, to the yard.
8231
8232 When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book:
8233
8234 --What is this he is? Isn't he in the insurance line?
8235
8236 --He's out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for
8237 the _Freeman._
8238
8239 --I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble?
8240
8241 --Trouble? Nosey Flynn said. Not that I heard of. Why?
8242
8243 --I noticed he was in mourning.
8244
8245 --Was he? Nosey Flynn said. So he was, faith. I asked him how was all at
8246 home. You're right, by God. So he was.
8247
8248 --I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne said humanely, if I see a
8249 gentleman is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their
8250 minds.
8251
8252 --It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. I met him the day before
8253 yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's
8254 wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home
8255 to his better half. She's well nourished, I tell you. Plovers on toast.
8256
8257 --And is he doing for the _Freeman?_ Davy Byrne said.
8258
8259 Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.
8260
8261 ---He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of
8262 that.
8263
8264 --How so? Davy Byrne asked, coming from his book.
8265
8266 Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He
8267 winked.
8268
8269 --He's in the craft, he said.
8270
8271 ---Do you tell me so? Davy Byrne said.
8272
8273 --Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. Ancient free and accepted order. He's
8274 an excellent brother. Light, life and love, by God. They give him a leg
8275 up. I was told that by a--well, I won't say who.
8276
8277 --Is that a fact?
8278
8279 --O, it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. They stick to you when you're
8280 down. I know a fellow was trying to get into it. But they're as close as
8281 damn it. By God they did right to keep the women out of it.
8282
8283 Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one:
8284
8285 --Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!
8286
8287 --There was one woman, Nosey Flynn said, hid herself in a clock to find
8288 out what they do be doing. But be damned but they smelt her out and
8289 swore her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the saint
8290 Legers of Doneraile.
8291
8292 Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes:
8293
8294 --And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here
8295 and I never once saw him--you know, over the line.
8296
8297 --God Almighty couldn't make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said firmly. Slips
8298 off when the fun gets too hot. Didn't you see him look at his watch? Ah,
8299 you weren't there. If you ask him to have a drink first thing he does
8300 he outs with the watch to see what he ought to imbibe. Declare to God he
8301 does.
8302
8303 --There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He's a safe man, I'd say.
8304
8305 --He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. He's been known
8306 to put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due. O,
8307 Bloom has his good points. But there's one thing he'll never do.
8308
8309 His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog.
8310
8311 --I know, Davy Byrne said.
8312
8313 --Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.
8314
8315 Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Tom Rochford followed frowning,
8316 a plaining hand on his claret waistcoat.
8317
8318 --Day, Mr Byrne.
8319
8320 --Day, gentlemen.
8321
8322 They paused at the counter.
8323
8324 --Who's standing? Paddy Leonard asked.
8325
8326 --I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn answered.
8327
8328 --Well, what'll it be? Paddy Leonard asked.
8329
8330 --I'll take a stone ginger, Bantam Lyons said.
8331
8332 --How much? Paddy Leonard cried. Since when, for God' sake? What's
8333 yours, Tom?
8334
8335 --How is the main drainage? Nosey Flynn asked, sipping.
8336
8337 For answer Tom Rochford pressed his hand to his breastbone and
8338 hiccupped.
8339
8340 --Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne? he said.
8341
8342 --Certainly, sir.
8343
8344 Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.
8345
8346 --Lord love a duck, he said. Look at what I'm standing drinks to! Cold
8347 water and gingerpop! Two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore leg.
8348 He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead snip.
8349
8350 --Zinfandel is it? Nosey Flynn asked.
8351
8352 Tom Rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the water set before
8353 him.
8354
8355 --That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking.
8356
8357 --Breadsoda is very good, Davy Byrne said.
8358
8359 Tom Rochford nodded and drank.
8360
8361 --Is it Zinfandel?
8362
8363 --Say nothing! Bantam Lyons winked. I'm going to plunge five bob on my
8364 own.
8365
8366 --Tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned to you, Paddy Leonard
8367 said. Who gave it to you?
8368
8369 Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.
8370
8371 --So long! Nosey Flynn said.
8372
8373 The others turned.
8374
8375 --That's the man now that gave it to me, Bantam Lyons whispered.
8376
8377 --Prrwht! Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Mr Byrne, sir, we'll take two
8378 of your small Jamesons after that and a...
8379
8380 --Stone ginger, Davy Byrne added civilly.
8381
8382 --Ay, Paddy Leonard said. A suckingbottle for the baby.
8383
8384 Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth
8385 smooth. Something green it would have to be: spinach, say. Then with
8386 those Rontgen rays searchlight you could.
8387
8388 At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the
8389 cobblestones and lapped it with new zest. Surfeit. Returned with thanks
8390 having fully digested the contents. First sweet then savoury. Mr Bloom
8391 coasted warily. Ruminants. His second course. Their upper jaw they move.
8392 Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything with that invention of his?
8393 Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth. Lean people long mouths.
8394 Ought to be a hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent
8395 free. Course then you'd have all the cranks pestering.
8396
8397 He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars:
8398
8399 _Don Giovanni, a cenar teco M'invitasti._
8400
8401 Feel better. Burgundy. Good pick me up. Who distilled first? Some chap
8402 in the blues. Dutch courage. That _Kilkenny People_ in the national
8403 library now I must.
8404
8405 Bare clean closestools waiting in the window of William Miller, plumber,
8406 turned back his thoughts. They could: and watch it all the way down,
8407 swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after, tour round the
8408 body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of
8409 intestines like pipes. But the poor buffer would have to stand all the
8410 time with his insides entrails on show. Science.
8411
8412 --_A cenar teco._
8413
8414 What does that _teco_ mean? Tonight perhaps.
8415
8416 _Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited
8417 To come to supper tonight,
8418 The rum the rumdum._
8419
8420 Doesn't go properly.
8421
8422 Keyes: two months if I get Nannetti to. That'll be two pounds ten about
8423 two pounds eight. Three Hynes owes me. Two eleven. Prescott's dyeworks
8424 van over there. If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Five guineas
8425 about. On the pig's back.
8426
8427 Could buy one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her new
8428 garters.
8429
8430 Today. Today. Not think.
8431
8432 Tour the south then. What about English wateringplaces? Brighton,
8433 Margate. Piers by moonlight. Her voice floating out. Those lovely
8434 seaside girls. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy
8435 thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. Handy man wants job. Small wages.
8436 Will eat anything.
8437
8438 Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts and
8439 passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore. _Why I left the church
8440 of Rome? Birds' Nest._ Women run him. They say they used to give pauper
8441 children soup to change to protestants in the time of the potato blight.
8442 Society over the way papa went to for the conversion of poor jews. Same
8443 bait. Why we left the church of Rome.
8444
8445 A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. No
8446 tram in sight. Wants to cross.
8447
8448 --Do you want to cross? Mr Bloom asked.
8449
8450 The blind stripling did not answer. His wallface frowned weakly. He
8451 moved his head uncertainly.
8452
8453 --You're in Dawson street, Mr Bloom said. Molesworth street is opposite.
8454 Do you want to cross? There's nothing in the way.
8455
8456 The cane moved out trembling to the left. Mr Bloom's eye followed its
8457 line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. Where I
8458 saw his brillantined hair just when I was. Horse drooping. Driver in
8459 John Long's. Slaking his drouth.
8460
8461 --There's a van there, Mr Bloom said, but it's not moving. I'll see you
8462 across. Do you want to go to Molesworth street?
8463
8464 --Yes, the stripling answered. South Frederick street.
8465
8466 --Come, Mr Bloom said.
8467
8468 He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to
8469 guide it forward.
8470
8471 Say something to him. Better not do the condescending. They mistrust
8472 what you tell them. Pass a common remark.
8473
8474 --The rain kept off.
8475
8476 No answer.
8477
8478 Stains on his coat. Slobbers his food, I suppose. Tastes all different
8479 for him. Have to be spoonfed first. Like a child's hand, his hand. Like
8480 Milly's was. Sensitive. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand. Wonder
8481 if he has a name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs: tired
8482 drudge get his doze. That's right. Clear. Behind a bull: in front of a
8483 horse.
8484
8485 --Thanks, sir.
8486
8487 Knows I'm a man. Voice.
8488
8489 --Right now? First turn to the left.
8490
8491 The blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on his way, drawing
8492 his cane back, feeling again.
8493
8494 Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a flatcut suit of herringbone
8495 tweed. Poor young fellow! How on earth did he know that van was there?
8496 Must have felt it. See things in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense
8497 of volume. Weight or size of it, something blacker than the dark. Wonder
8498 would he feel it if something was removed. Feel a gap. Queer idea of
8499 Dublin he must have, tapping his way round by the stones. Could he walk
8500 in a beeline if he hadn't that cane? Bloodless pious face like a fellow
8501 going in to be a priest.
8502
8503 Penrose! That was that chap's name.
8504
8505 Look at all the things they can learn to do. Read with their fingers.
8506 Tune pianos. Or we are surprised they have any brains. Why we think a
8507 deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say.
8508 Of course the other senses are more. Embroider. Plait baskets. People
8509 ought to help. Workbasket I could buy for Molly's birthday. Hates
8510 sewing. Might take an objection. Dark men they call them.
8511
8512 Sense of smell must be stronger too. Smells on all sides, bunched
8513 together. Each street different smell. Each person too. Then the spring,
8514 the summer: smells. Tastes? They say you can't taste wines with your
8515 eyes shut or a cold in the head. Also smoke in the dark they say get no
8516 pleasure.
8517
8518 And with a woman, for instance. More shameless not seeing. That girl
8519 passing the Stewart institution, head in the air. Look at me. I have
8520 them all on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his
8521 mind's eye. The voice, temperatures: when he touches her with his
8522 fingers must almost see the lines, the curves. His hands on her hair,
8523 for instance. Say it was black, for instance. Good. We call it black.
8524 Then passing over her white skin. Different feel perhaps. Feeling of
8525 white.
8526
8527 Postoffice. Must answer. Fag today. Send her a postal order two
8528 shillings, half a crown. Accept my little present. Stationer's just here
8529 too. Wait. Think over it.
8530
8531 With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above
8532 his ears. Again. Fibres of fine fine straw. Then gently his finger felt
8533 the skin of his right cheek. Downy hair there too. Not smooth enough.
8534 The belly is the smoothest. No-one about. There he goes into Frederick
8535 street. Perhaps to Levenston's dancing academy piano. Might be settling
8536 my braces.
8537
8538 Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat
8539 and trousers and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of
8540 his belly. But I know it's whitey yellow. Want to try in the dark to
8541 see.
8542
8543 He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to.
8544
8545 Poor fellow! Quite a boy. Terrible. Really terrible. What dreams would
8546 he have, not seeing? Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being
8547 born that way? All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned
8548 and drowned in New York. Holocaust. Karma they call that transmigration
8549 for sins you did in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses.
8550 Dear, dear, dear. Pity, of course: but somehow you can't cotton on to
8551 them someway.
8552
8553 Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the freemasons' hall. Solemn as Troy.
8554 After his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Old legal cronies cracking
8555 a magnum. Tales of the bench and assizes and annals of the bluecoat
8556 school. I sentenced him to ten years. I suppose he'd turn up his nose
8557 at that stuff I drank. Vintage wine for them, the year marked on a
8558 dusty bottle. Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder's court.
8559 Wellmeaning old man. Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their
8560 percentage manufacturing crime. Sends them to the rightabout. The devil
8561 on moneylenders. Gave Reuben J. a great strawcalling. Now he's really
8562 what they call a dirty jew. Power those judges have. Crusty old topers
8563 in wigs. Bear with a sore paw. And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.
8564
8565 Hello, placard. Mirus bazaar. His Excellency the lord lieutenant.
8566 Sixteenth. Today it is. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. _The
8567 Messiah_ was first given for that. Yes. Handel. What about going out
8568 there: Ballsbridge. Drop in on Keyes. No use sticking to him like a
8569 leech. Wear out my welcome. Sure to know someone on the gate.
8570
8571 Mr Bloom came to Kildare street. First I must. Library.
8572
8573 Straw hat in sunlight. Tan shoes. Turnedup trousers. It is. It is.
8574
8575 His heart quopped softly. To the right. Museum. Goddesses. He swerved to
8576 the right.
8577
8578 Is it? Almost certain. Won't look. Wine in my face. Why did I? Too
8579 heady. Yes, it is. The walk. Not see. Get on.
8580
8581 Making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes.
8582 Handsome building. Sir Thomas Deane designed. Not following me?
8583
8584 Didn't see me perhaps. Light in his eyes.
8585
8586 The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold
8587 statues: quiet there. Safe in a minute.
8588
8589 No. Didn't see me. After two. Just at the gate.
8590
8591 My heart!
8592
8593 His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Sir Thomas
8594 Deane was the Greek architecture.
8595
8596 Look for something I.
8597
8598 His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, read unfolded
8599 Agendath Netaim. Where did I?
8600
8601 Busy looking.
8602
8603 He thrust back quick Agendath.
8604
8605 Afternoon she said.
8606
8607 I am looking for that. Yes, that. Try all pockets. Handker. _Freeman._
8608 Where did I? Ah, yes. Trousers. Potato. Purse. Where?
8609
8610 Hurry. Walk quietly. Moment more. My heart.
8611
8612 His hand looking for the where did I put found in his hip pocket soap
8613 lotion have to call tepid paper stuck. Ah soap there I yes. Gate.
8614
8615 Safe!
8616
8617
8618 Urbane, to comfort them, the quaker librarian purred:
8619
8620
8621 --And we have, have we not, those priceless pages of _Wilhelm Meister_.
8622 A great poet on a great brother poet. A hesitating soul taking arms
8623 against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as one sees in
8624 real life.
8625
8626 He came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a step
8627 backward a sinkapace on the solemn floor.
8628
8629 A noiseless attendant setting open the door but slightly made him a
8630 noiseless beck.
8631
8632 --Directly, said he, creaking to go, albeit lingering. The beautiful
8633 ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts. One always
8634 feels that Goethe's judgments are so true. True in the larger analysis.
8635
8636 Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off. Bald, most zealous by the door
8637 he gave his large ear all to the attendant's words: heard them: and was
8638 gone.
8639
8640 Two left.
8641
8642 --Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen sneered, was alive fifteen minutes
8643 before his death.
8644
8645 --Have you found those six brave medicals, John Eglinton asked with
8646 elder's gall, to write _Paradise Lost_ at your dictation? _The Sorrows
8647 of Satan_ he calls it.
8648
8649 Smile. Smile Cranly's smile.
8650
8651 _First he tickled her
8652 Then he patted her
8653 Then he passed the female catheter.
8654 For he was a medical
8655 Jolly old medi..._
8656
8657 --I feel you would need one more for _Hamlet._ Seven is dear to the
8658 mystic mind. The shining seven W.B. calls them.
8659
8660 Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his greencapped desklamp sought
8661 the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, an ollav, holyeyed. He laughed
8662 low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.
8663
8664 _Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood
8665 Tears such as angels weep.
8666 Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta._
8667
8668 He holds my follies hostage.
8669
8670 Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free their sireland. Gaptoothed
8671 Kathleen, her four beautiful green fields, the stranger in her house.
8672 And one more to hail him: _ave, rabbi_: the Tinahely twelve. In the
8673 shadow of the glen he cooees for them. My soul's youth I gave him, night
8674 by night. God speed. Good hunting.
8675
8676 Mulligan has my telegram.
8677
8678 Folly. Persist.
8679
8680 --Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton censured, have yet to create a
8681 figure which the world will set beside Saxon Shakespeare's Hamlet though
8682 I admire him, as old Ben did, on this side idolatry.
8683
8684 --All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of his
8685 shadow. I mean, whether Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex.
8686 Clergymen's discussions of the historicity of Jesus. Art has to reveal
8687 to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a
8688 work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. The painting of
8689 Gustave Moreau is the painting of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley,
8690 the words of Hamlet bring our minds into contact with the eternal
8691 wisdom, Plato's world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of
8692 schoolboys for schoolboys.
8693
8694 A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer. Wall, tarnation strike
8695 me!
8696
8697 --The schoolmen were schoolboys first, Stephen said superpolitely.
8698 Aristotle was once Plato's schoolboy.
8699
8700 --And has remained so, one should hope, John Eglinton sedately said. One
8701 can see him, a model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm.
8702
8703 He laughed again at the now smiling bearded face.
8704
8705 Formless spiritual. Father, Word and Holy Breath. Allfather, the
8706 heavenly man. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the beautiful, the Logos who
8707 suffers in us at every moment. This verily is that. I am the fire upon
8708 the altar. I am the sacrificial butter.
8709
8710 Dunlop, Judge, the noblest Roman of them all, A.E., Arval, the Name
8711 Ineffable, in heaven hight: K.H., their master, whose identity is no
8712 secret to adepts. Brothers of the great white lodge always watching
8713 to see if they can help. The Christ with the bridesister, moisture of
8714 light, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the
8715 plane of buddhi. The life esoteric is not for ordinary person. O.P.
8716 must work off bad karma first. Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very
8717 illustrious sister H.P.B.'s elemental.
8718
8719 O, fie! Out on't! _Pfuiteufel!_ You naughtn't to look, missus, so you
8720 naughtn't when a lady's ashowing of her elemental.
8721
8722 Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light. He bore in his hand with
8723 grace a notebook, new, large, clean, bright.
8724
8725 --That model schoolboy, Stephen said, would find Hamlet's musings about
8726 the afterlife of his princely soul, the improbable, insignificant and
8727 undramatic monologue, as shallow as Plato's.
8728
8729 John Eglinton, frowning, said, waxing wroth:
8730
8731 --Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle
8732 with Plato.
8733
8734 --Which of the two, Stephen asked, would have banished me from his
8735 commonwealth?
8736
8737 Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of
8738 allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the
8739 street: very peripatetic. Space: what you damn well have to see. Through
8740 spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after
8741 Blake's buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a
8742 shadow. Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to
8743 the past.
8744
8745 Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague.
8746
8747 --Haines is gone, he said.
8748
8749 --Is he?
8750
8751 --I was showing him Jubainville's book. He's quite enthusiastic, don't
8752 you know, about Hyde's _Lovesongs of Connacht._ I couldn't bring him in
8753 to hear the discussion. He's gone to Gill's to buy it.
8754
8755 _Bound thee forth, my booklet, quick
8756 To greet the callous public.
8757 Writ, I ween, 'twas not my wish
8758 In lean unlovely English._
8759
8760 --The peatsmoke is going to his head, John Eglinton opined.
8761
8762 We feel in England. Penitent thief. Gone. I smoked his baccy. Green
8763 twinkling stone. An emerald set in the ring of the sea.
8764
8765 --People do not know how dangerous lovesongs can be, the auric egg of
8766 Russell warned occultly. The movements which work revolutions in the
8767 world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the
8768 hillside. For them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the
8769 living mother. The rarefied air of the academy and the arena produce the
8770 sixshilling novel, the musichall song. France produces the finest flower
8771 of corruption in Mallarme but the desirable life is revealed only to the
8772 poor of heart, the life of Homer's Phaeacians.
8773
8774 From these words Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen.
8775
8776 --Mallarme, don't you know, he said, has written those wonderful prose
8777 poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to me in Paris. The one about
8778 _Hamlet._ He says: _il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même_, don't
8779 you know, _reading the book of himself_. He describes _Hamlet_ given in
8780 a French town, don't you know, a provincial town. They advertised it.
8781
8782 His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.
8783
8784 _HAMLET
8785 ou
8786 LE DISTRAIT
8787 Pièce de Shakespeare_
8788
8789 He repeated to John Eglinton's newgathered frown:
8790
8791 --_Pièce de Shakespeare_, don't you know. It's so French. The French
8792 point of view. _Hamlet ou_...
8793
8794 --The absentminded beggar, Stephen ended.
8795
8796 John Eglinton laughed.
8797
8798 --Yes, I suppose it would be, he said. Excellent people, no doubt, but
8799 distressingly shortsighted in some matters.
8800
8801 Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.
8802
8803 --A deathsman of the soul Robert Greene called him, Stephen said. Not
8804 for nothing was he a butcher's son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and
8805 spitting in his palms. Nine lives are taken off for his father's one.
8806 Our Father who art in purgatory. Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to
8807 shoot. The bloodboltered shambles in act five is a forecast of the
8808 concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne.
8809
8810 Cranly, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.
8811
8812 _Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none But we had spared..._
8813
8814 Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp. The devil and the deep sea.
8815
8816 --He will have it that _Hamlet_ is a ghoststory, John Eglinton said
8817 for Mr Best's behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our
8818 flesh creep.
8819
8820 _List! List! O List!_
8821
8822 My flesh hears him: creeping, hears.
8823
8824 _If thou didst ever..._
8825
8826 --What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded
8827 into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of
8828 manners. Elizabethan London lay as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris
8829 lies from virgin Dublin. Who is the ghost from _limbo patrum_, returning
8830 to the world that has forgotten him? Who is King Hamlet?
8831
8832 John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to judge.
8833
8834 Lifted.
8835
8836 --It is this hour of a day in mid June, Stephen said, begging with
8837 a swift glance their hearing. The flag is up on the playhouse by the
8838 bankside. The bear Sackerson growls in the pit near it, Paris garden.
8839 Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the
8840 groundlings.
8841
8842 Local colour. Work in all you know. Make them accomplices.
8843
8844 --Shakespeare has left the huguenot's house in Silver street and walks
8845 by the swanmews along the riverbank. But he does not stay to feed the
8846 pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the rushes. The swan of Avon
8847 has other thoughts.
8848
8849 Composition of place. Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me!
8850
8851 --The play begins. A player comes on under the shadow, made up in the
8852 castoff mail of a court buck, a wellset man with a bass voice. It is the
8853 ghost, the king, a king and no king, and the player is Shakespeare who
8854 has studied _Hamlet_ all the years of his life which were not vanity in
8855 order to play the part of the spectre. He speaks the words to Burbage,
8856 the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth,
8857 calling him by a name:
8858
8859 _Hamlet, I am thy father's spirit,_
8860
8861 bidding him list. To a son he speaks, the son of his soul, the prince,
8862 young Hamlet and to the son of his body, Hamnet Shakespeare, who has
8863 died in Stratford that his namesake may live for ever.
8864
8865 Is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a ghost by absence, and in
8866 the vesture of buried Denmark, a ghost by death, speaking his own words
8867 to his own son's name (had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have been
8868 prince Hamlet's twin), is it possible, I want to know, or probable that
8869 he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those premises: you
8870 are the dispossessed son: I am the murdered father: your mother is the
8871 guilty queen, Ann Shakespeare, born Hathaway?
8872
8873 --But this prying into the family life of a great man, Russell began
8874 impatiently.
8875
8876 Art thou there, truepenny?
8877
8878 --Interesting only to the parish clerk. I mean, we have the plays. I
8879 mean when we read the poetry of _King Lear_ what is it to us how the
8880 poet lived? As for living our servants can do that for us, Villiers de
8881 l'Isle has said. Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the day,
8882 the poet's drinking, the poet's debts. We have _King Lear_: and it is
8883 immortal.
8884
8885 Mr Best's face, appealed to, agreed.
8886
8887 _Flow over them with your waves and with your waters, Mananaan, Mananaan
8888 MacLir..._
8889
8890 How now, sirrah, that pound he lent you when you were hungry?
8891
8892 Marry, I wanted it.
8893
8894 Take thou this noble.
8895
8896 Go to! You spent most of it in Georgina Johnson's bed, clergyman's
8897 daughter. Agenbite of inwit.
8898
8899 Do you intend to pay it back?
8900
8901 O, yes.
8902
8903 When? Now?
8904
8905 Well... No.
8906
8907 When, then?
8908
8909 I paid my way. I paid my way.
8910
8911 Steady on. He's from beyant Boyne water. The northeast corner. You owe
8912 it.
8913
8914 Wait. Five months. Molecules all change. I am other I now. Other I got
8915 pound.
8916
8917 Buzz. Buzz.
8918
8919 But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by memory because under
8920 everchanging forms.
8921
8922 I that sinned and prayed and fasted.
8923
8924 A child Conmee saved from pandies.
8925
8926 I, I and I. I.
8927
8928 A.E.I.O.U.
8929
8930 --Do you mean to fly in the face of the tradition of three centuries?
8931 John Eglinton's carping voice asked. Her ghost at least has been laid
8932 for ever. She died, for literature at least, before she was born.
8933
8934 --She died, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was born. She
8935 saw him into and out of the world. She took his first embraces. She bore
8936 his children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep his eyelids closed
8937 when he lay on his deathbed.
8938
8939 Mother's deathbed. Candle. The sheeted mirror. Who brought me into
8940 this world lies there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers. _Liliata
8941 rutilantium._
8942
8943 I wept alone.
8944
8945 John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.
8946
8947 --The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistake, he said, and got
8948 out of it as quickly and as best he could.
8949
8950 --Bosh! Stephen said rudely. A man of genius makes no mistakes. His
8951 errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
8952
8953 Portals of discovery opened to let in the quaker librarian,
8954 softcreakfooted, bald, eared and assiduous.
8955
8956 --A shrew, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is not a useful portal of
8957 discovery, one should imagine. What useful discovery did Socrates learn
8958 from Xanthippe?
8959
8960 --Dialectic, Stephen answered: and from his mother how to bring thoughts
8961 into the world. What he learnt from his other wife Myrto (_absit
8962 nomen!_), Socratididion's Epipsychidion, no man, not a woman, will ever
8963 know. But neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him
8964 from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock.
8965
8966 --But Ann Hathaway? Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully. Yes, we seem
8967 to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.
8968
8969 His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull, to remind, to
8970 chide them not unkindly, then to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless
8971 though maligned.
8972
8973 --He had a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, and no truant memory.
8974 He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling
8975 _The girl I left behind me._ If the earthquake did not time it we should
8976 know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his form, the cry of hounds,
8977 the studded bridle and her blue windows. That memory, _Venus and
8978 Adonis_, lay in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London.
8979 Is Katharine the shrew illfavoured? Hortensio calls her young and
8980 beautiful. Do you think the writer of _Antony and Cleopatra_, a
8981 passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in the back of his head that he chose
8982 the ugliest doxy in all Warwickshire to lie withal? Good: he left her
8983 and gained the world of men. But his boywomen are the women of a boy.
8984 Their life, thought, speech are lent them by males. He chose badly? He
8985 was chosen, it seems to me. If others have their will Ann hath a way.
8986 By cock, she was to blame. She put the comether on him, sweet and
8987 twentysix. The greyeyed goddess who bends over the boy Adonis, stooping
8988 to conquer, as prologue to the swelling act, is a boldfaced Stratford
8989 wench who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.
8990
8991 And my turn? When?
8992
8993 Come!
8994
8995 --Ryefield, Mr Best said brightly, gladly, raising his new book, gladly,
8996 brightly.
8997
8998 He murmured then with blond delight for all:
8999
9000 _Between the acres of the rye These pretty countryfolk would lie._
9001
9002 Paris: the wellpleased pleaser.
9003
9004 A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its
9005 cooperative watch.
9006
9007 --I am afraid I am due at the _Homestead._
9008
9009 Whither away? Exploitable ground.
9010
9011 --Are you going? John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked. Shall we see you
9012 at Moore's tonight? Piper is coming.
9013
9014 --Piper! Mr Best piped. Is Piper back?
9015
9016 Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.
9017
9018 --I don't know if I can. Thursday. We have our meeting. If I can get
9019 away in time.
9020
9021 Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. _Isis Unveiled._ Their Pali book we
9022 tried to pawn. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an
9023 Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their oversoul, mahamahatma.
9024 The faithful hermetists await the light, ripe for chelaship,
9025 ringroundabout him. Louis H. Victory. T. Caulfield Irwin. Lotus ladies
9026 tend them i'the eyes, their pineal glands aglow. Filled with his god,
9027 he thrones, Buddh under plantain. Gulfer of souls, engulfer. Hesouls,
9028 shesouls, shoals of souls. Engulfed with wailing creecries, whirled,
9029 whirling, they bewail.
9030
9031 _In quintessential triviality
9032 For years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt._
9033
9034 --They say we are to have a literary surprise, the quaker librarian
9035 said, friendly and earnest. Mr Russell, rumour has it, is gathering
9036 together a sheaf of our younger poets' verses. We are all looking
9037 forward anxiously.
9038
9039 Anxiously he glanced in the cone of lamplight where three faces,
9040 lighted, shone.
9041
9042 See this. Remember.
9043
9044 Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his
9045 ashplanthandle over his knee. My casque and sword. Touch lightly with
9046 two index fingers. Aristotle's experiment. One or two? Necessity is that
9047 in virtue of which it is impossible that one can be otherwise. Argal,
9048 one hat is one hat.
9049
9050 Listen.
9051
9052 Young Colum and Starkey. George Roberts is doing the commercial part.
9053 Longworth will give it a good puff in the _Express._ O, will he? I liked
9054 Colum's _Drover._ Yes, I think he has that queer thing genius. Do you
9055 think he has genius really? Yeats admired his line: _As in wild earth
9056 a Grecian vase_. Did he? I hope you'll be able to come tonight. Malachi
9057 Mulligan is coming too. Moore asked him to bring Haines. Did you hear
9058 Miss Mitchell's joke about Moore and Martyn? That Moore is Martyn's
9059 wild oats? Awfully clever, isn't it? They remind one of Don Quixote and
9060 Sancho Panza. Our national epic has yet to be written, Dr Sigerson says.
9061 Moore is the man for it. A knight of the rueful countenance here in
9062 Dublin. With a saffron kilt? O'Neill Russell? O, yes, he must speak the
9063 grand old tongue. And his Dulcinea? James Stephens is doing some clever
9064 sketches. We are becoming important, it seems.
9065
9066 Cordelia. _Cordoglio._ Lir's loneliest daughter.
9067
9068 Nookshotten. Now your best French polish.
9069
9070 --Thank you very much, Mr Russell, Stephen said, rising. If you will be
9071 so kind as to give the letter to Mr Norman...
9072
9073 --O, yes. If he considers it important it will go in. We have so much
9074 correspondence.
9075
9076 --I understand, Stephen said. Thanks.
9077
9078 God ild you. The pigs' paper. Bullockbefriending.
9079
9080 Synge has promised me an article for _Dana_ too. Are we going to be
9081 read? I feel we are. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. I hope
9082 you will come round tonight. Bring Starkey.
9083
9084 Stephen sat down.
9085
9086 The quaker librarian came from the leavetakers. Blushing, his mask said:
9087
9088 --Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.
9089
9090 He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a
9091 chopine, and, covered by the noise of outgoing, said low:
9092
9093 --Is it your view, then, that she was not faithful to the poet?
9094
9095 Alarmed face asks me. Why did he come? Courtesy or an inward light?
9096
9097 --Where there is a reconciliation, Stephen said, there must have been
9098 first a sundering.
9099
9100 --Yes.
9101
9102 Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a runaway in blighted treeforks,
9103 from hue and cry. Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the chase. Women
9104 he won to him, tender people, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices,
9105 bully tapsters' wives. Fox and geese. And in New Place a slack
9106 dishonoured body that once was comely, once as sweet, as fresh as
9107 cinnamon, now her leaves falling, all, bare, frighted of the narrow
9108 grave and unforgiven.
9109
9110 --Yes. So you think...
9111
9112 The door closed behind the outgoer.
9113
9114 Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of warm and
9115 brooding air.
9116
9117 A vestal's lamp.
9118
9119 Here he ponders things that were not: what Caesar would have lived to do
9120 had he believed the soothsayer: what might have been: possibilities of
9121 the possible as possible: things not known: what name Achilles bore when
9122 he lived among women.
9123
9124 Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words.
9125 Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the
9126 voice of that Egyptian highpriest. _In painted chambers loaded with
9127 tilebooks._
9128
9129 They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of
9130 death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak
9131 their will.
9132
9133 --Certainly, John Eglinton mused, of all great men he is the most
9134 enigmatic. We know nothing but that he lived and suffered. Not even so
9135 much. Others abide our question. A shadow hangs over all the rest.
9136
9137 --But _Hamlet_ is so personal, isn't it? Mr Best pleaded. I mean, a kind
9138 of private paper, don't you know, of his private life. I mean, I don't
9139 care a button, don't you know, who is killed or who is guilty...
9140
9141 He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk, smiling his
9142 defiance. His private papers in the original. _Ta an bad ar an tir. Taim
9143 in mo shagart_. Put beurla on it, littlejohn.
9144
9145 Quoth littlejohn Eglinton:
9146
9147 --I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan told us but
9148 I may as well warn you that if you want to shake my belief that
9149 Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a stern task before you.
9150
9151 Bear with me.
9152
9153 Stephen withstood the bane of miscreant eyes glinting stern under
9154 wrinkled brows. A basilisk. _E quando vede l'uomo l'attosca_. Messer
9155 Brunetto, I thank thee for the word.
9156
9157 --As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said,
9158 from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so does the artist
9159 weave and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where
9160 it was when I was born, though all my body has been woven of new stuff
9161 time after time, so through the ghost of the unquiet father the image
9162 of the unliving son looks forth. In the intense instant of imagination,
9163 when the mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal, that which I was is that
9164 which I am and that which in possibility I may come to be. So in the
9165 future, the sister of the past, I may see myself as I sit here now but
9166 by reflection from that which then I shall be.
9167
9168 Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at that stile.
9169
9170 --Yes, Mr Best said youngly. I feel Hamlet quite young. The bitterness
9171 might be from the father but the passages with Ophelia are surely from
9172 the son.
9173
9174 Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.
9175
9176 --That mole is the last to go, Stephen said, laughing.
9177
9178 John Eglinton made a nothing pleasing mow.
9179
9180 --If that were the birthmark of genius, he said, genius would be a
9181 drug in the market. The plays of Shakespeare's later years which Renan
9182 admired so much breathe another spirit.
9183
9184 --The spirit of reconciliation, the quaker librarian breathed.
9185
9186 --There can be no reconciliation, Stephen said, if there has not been a
9187 sundering.
9188
9189 Said that.
9190
9191 --If you want to know what are the events which cast their shadow over
9192 the hell of time of _King Lear, Othello, Hamlet, Troilus and Cressida,_
9193 look to see when and how the shadow lifts. What softens the heart of a
9194 man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like another Ulysses, Pericles,
9195 prince of Tyre?
9196
9197 Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded.
9198
9199 --A child, a girl, placed in his arms, Marina.
9200
9201 --The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a constant
9202 quantity, John Eglinton detected. The highroads are dreary but they lead
9203 to the town.
9204
9205 Good Bacon: gone musty. Shakespeare Bacon's wild oats. Cypherjugglers
9206 going the highroads. Seekers on the great quest. What town, good
9207 masters? Mummed in names: A. E., eon: Magee, John Eglinton. East of the
9208 sun, west of the moon: _Tir na n-og_. Booted the twain and staved.
9209
9210 _How many miles to Dublin? Three score and ten, sir. Will we be there by
9211 candlelight?_
9212
9213 --Mr Brandes accepts it, Stephen said, as the first play of the closing
9214 period.
9215
9216 --Does he? What does Mr Sidney Lee, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his
9217 name is, say of it?
9218
9219 --Marina, Stephen said, a child of storm, Miranda, a wonder, Perdita,
9220 that which was lost. What was lost is given back to him: his daughter's
9221 child. _My dearest wife_, Pericles says, _was like this maid._ Will any
9222 man love the daughter if he has not loved the mother?
9223
9224 --The art of being a grandfather, Mr Best gan murmur. _l'art d'être
9225 grand_...
9226
9227 --Will he not see reborn in her, with the memory of his own youth added,
9228 another image?
9229
9230 Do you know what you are talking about? Love, yes. Word known to all
9231 men. Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus
9232 ...
9233
9234 --His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of
9235 all experience, material and moral. Such an appeal will touch him. The
9236 images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in them
9237 grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to repeat himself.
9238
9239 The benign forehead of the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope.
9240
9241 --I hope Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the enlightenment of
9242 the public. And we ought to mention another Irish commentator, Mr George
9243 Bernard Shaw. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris. His articles on
9244 Shakespeare in the _Saturday Review_ were surely brilliant. Oddly
9245 enough he too draws for us an unhappy relation with the dark lady of the
9246 sonnets. The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke. I own
9247 that if the poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in
9248 harmony with--what shall I say?--our notions of what ought not to have
9249 been.
9250
9251 Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, auk's egg, prize
9252 of their fray.
9253
9254 He thous and thees her with grave husbandwords. Dost love, Miriam? Dost
9255 love thy man?
9256
9257 --That may be too, Stephen said. There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr
9258 Magee likes to quote. Beware of what you wish for in youth because
9259 you will get it in middle life. Why does he send to one who is
9260 a _buonaroba,_ a bay where all men ride, a maid of honour with a
9261 scandalous girlhood, a lordling to woo for him? He was himself a lord
9262 of language and had made himself a coistrel gentleman and he had written
9263 _Romeo and Juliet_. Why? Belief in himself has been untimely killed. He
9264 was overborne in a cornfield first (ryefield, I should say) and he will
9265 never be a victor in his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game
9266 of laugh and lie down. Assumed dongiovannism will not save him. No later
9267 undoing will undo the first undoing. The tusk of the boar has wounded
9268 him there where love lies ableeding. If the shrew is worsted yet there
9269 remains to her woman's invisible weapon. There is, I feel in the words,
9270 some goad of the flesh driving him into a new passion, a darker shadow
9271 of the first, darkening even his own understanding of himself. A like
9272 fate awaits him and the two rages commingle in a whirlpool.
9273
9274 They list. And in the porches of their ears I pour.
9275
9276 --The soul has been before stricken mortally, a poison poured in the
9277 porch of a sleeping ear. But those who are done to death in sleep cannot
9278 know the manner of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls
9279 with that knowledge in the life to come. The poisoning and the beast
9280 with two backs that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not know of were
9281 he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. That is why the speech
9282 (his lean unlovely English) is always turned elsewhere, backward.
9283 Ravisher and ravished, what he would but would not, go with him from
9284 Lucrece's bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen's breast, bare, with its
9285 mole cinquespotted. He goes back, weary of the creation he has piled up
9286 to hide him from himself, an old dog licking an old sore. But, because
9287 loss is his gain, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished
9288 personality, untaught by the wisdom he has written or by the laws he
9289 has revealed. His beaver is up. He is a ghost, a shadow now, the wind by
9290 Elsinore's rocks or what you will, the sea's voice, a voice heard
9291 only in the heart of him who is the substance of his shadow, the son
9292 consubstantial with the father.
9293
9294 --Amen! was responded from the doorway.
9295
9296 Hast thou found me, O mine enemy?
9297
9298 _Entr'acte_.
9299
9300 A ribald face, sullen as a dean's, Buck Mulligan came forward, then
9301 blithe in motley, towards the greeting of their smiles. My telegram.
9302
9303 --You were speaking of the gaseous vertebrate, if I mistake not? he
9304 asked of Stephen.
9305
9306 Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a bauble.
9307
9308 They make him welcome. _Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen._
9309
9310 Brood of mockers: Photius, pseudomalachi, Johann Most.
9311
9312 He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself,
9313 Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who, put upon by His fiends,
9314 stripped and whipped, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on
9315 crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven
9316 and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the right hand of His
9317 Own Self but yet shall come in the latter day to doom the quick and dead
9318 when all the quick shall be dead already.
9319
9320 Glo--o--ri--a in ex--cel--sis De--o.
9321
9322 He lifts his hands. Veils fall. O, flowers! Bells with bells with bells
9323 aquiring.
9324
9325 --Yes, indeed, the quaker librarian said. A most instructive discussion.
9326 Mr Mulligan, I'll be bound, has his theory too of the play and of
9327 Shakespeare. All sides of life should be represented.
9328
9329 He smiled on all sides equally.
9330
9331 Buck Mulligan thought, puzzled:
9332
9333 --Shakespeare? he said. I seem to know the name.
9334
9335 A flying sunny smile rayed in his loose features.
9336
9337 --To be sure, he said, remembering brightly. The chap that writes like
9338 Synge.
9339
9340 Mr Best turned to him.
9341
9342 --Haines missed you, he said. Did you meet him? He'll see you after at
9343 the D. B. C. He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's _Lovesongs of Connacht_.
9344
9345 --I came through the museum, Buck Mulligan said. Was he here?
9346
9347 --The bard's fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton answered, are rather tired
9348 perhaps of our brilliancies of theorising. I hear that an actress played
9349 Hamlet for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in Dublin. Vining
9350 held that the prince was a woman. Has no-one made him out to be an
9351 Irishman? Judge Barton, I believe, is searching for some clues. He
9352 swears (His Highness not His Lordship) by saint Patrick.
9353
9354 --The most brilliant of all is that story of Wilde's, Mr Best said,
9355 lifting his brilliant notebook. That _Portrait of Mr W. H._ where he
9356 proves that the sonnets were written by a Willie Hughes, a man all hues.
9357
9358 --For Willie Hughes, is it not? the quaker librarian asked.
9359
9360 Or Hughie Wills? Mr William Himself. W. H.: who am I?
9361
9362 --I mean, for Willie Hughes, Mr Best said, amending his gloss easily. Of
9363 course it's all paradox, don't you know, Hughes and hews and hues,
9364 the colour, but it's so typical the way he works it out. It's the very
9365 essence of Wilde, don't you know. The light touch.
9366
9367 His glance touched their faces lightly as he smiled, a blond ephebe.
9368 Tame essence of Wilde.
9369
9370 You're darned witty. Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan
9371 Deasy's ducats.
9372
9373 How much did I spend? O, a few shillings.
9374
9375 For a plump of pressmen. Humour wet and dry.
9376
9377 Wit. You would give your five wits for youth's proud livery he pranks
9378 in. Lineaments of gratified desire.
9379
9380 There be many mo. Take her for me. In pairing time. Jove, a cool ruttime
9381 send them. Yea, turtledove her.
9382
9383 Eve. Naked wheatbellied sin. A snake coils her, fang in's kiss.
9384
9385 --Do you think it is only a paradox? the quaker librarian was asking.
9386 The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.
9387
9388 They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness.
9389
9390 Buck Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile. Then, his head
9391 wagging, he came near, drew a folded telegram from his pocket. His
9392 mobile lips read, smiling with new delight.
9393
9394 --Telegram! he said. Wonderful inspiration! Telegram! A papal bull!
9395
9396 He sat on a corner of the unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully:
9397
9398 --_The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the
9399 immense debtorship for a thing done._ Signed: Dedalus. Where did you
9400 launch it from? The kips? No. College Green. Have you drunk the four
9401 quid? The aunt is going to call on your unsubstantial father. Telegram!
9402 Malachi Mulligan, The Ship, lower Abbey street. O, you peerless mummer!
9403 O, you priestified Kinchite!
9404
9405 Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a
9406 querulous brogue:
9407
9408 --It's what I'm telling you, mister honey, it's queer and sick we were,
9409 Haines and myself, the time himself brought it in. 'Twas murmur we did
9410 for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I'm thinking, and he limp with
9411 leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's
9412 sitting civil waiting for pints apiece.
9413
9414 He wailed:
9415
9416 --And we to be there, mavrone, and you to be unbeknownst sending us your
9417 conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long like the
9418 drouthy clerics do be fainting for a pussful.
9419
9420 Stephen laughed.
9421
9422 Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan bent down.
9423
9424 --The tramper Synge is looking for you, he said, to murder you. He
9425 heard you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He's out in pampooties to
9426 murder you.
9427
9428 --Me! Stephen exclaimed. That was your contribution to literature.
9429
9430 Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing to the dark eavesdropping
9431 ceiling.
9432
9433 --Murder you! he laughed.
9434
9435 Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash
9436 of lights in rue Saint-André-des-Arts. In words of words for words,
9437 palabras. Oisin with Patrick. Faunman he met in Clamart woods,
9438 brandishing a winebottle. _C'est vendredi saint!_ Murthering Irish. His
9439 image, wandering, he met. I mine. I met a fool i'the forest.
9440
9441 --Mr Lyster, an attendant said from the door ajar.
9442
9443 --... in which everyone can find his own. So Mr Justice Madden in his
9444 _Diary of Master William Silence_ has found the hunting terms... Yes?
9445 What is it?
9446
9447 --There's a gentleman here, sir, the attendant said, coming forward and
9448 offering a card. From the _Freeman._ He wants to see the files of the
9449 _Kilkenny People_ for last year.
9450
9451 --Certainly, certainly, certainly. Is the gentleman?...
9452
9453 He took the eager card, glanced, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked,
9454 asked, creaked, asked:
9455
9456 --Is he?... O, there!
9457
9458 Brisk in a galliard he was off, out. In the daylit corridor he talked
9459 with voluble pains of zeal, in duty bound, most fair, most kind, most
9460 honest broadbrim.
9461
9462 --This gentleman? _Freeman's Journal? Kilkenny People?_ To be sure. Good
9463 day, sir. _Kilkenny_... We have certainly...
9464
9465 A patient silhouette waited, listening.
9466
9467 --All the leading provincial... _Northern Whig, Cork Examiner,
9468 Enniscorthy Guardian,_ 1903... Will you please?... Evans, conduct this
9469 gentleman... If you just follow the atten... Or, please allow me...
9470 This way... Please, sir...
9471
9472 Voluble, dutiful, he led the way to all the provincial papers, a bowing
9473 dark figure following his hasty heels.
9474
9475 The door closed.
9476
9477 --The sheeny! Buck Mulligan cried.
9478
9479 He jumped up and snatched the card.
9480
9481 --What's his name? Ikey Moses? Bloom.
9482
9483 He rattled on:
9484
9485 --Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is no more. I found him over in the
9486 museum where I went to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. The Greek mouth that
9487 has never been twisted in prayer. Every day we must do homage to her.
9488 _Life of life, thy lips enkindle._
9489
9490 Suddenly he turned to Stephen:
9491
9492 --He knows you. He knows your old fellow. O, I fear me, he is Greeker
9493 than the Greeks. His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.
9494 Venus Kallipyge. O, the thunder of those loins! _The god pursuing the
9495 maiden hid_.
9496
9497 --We want to hear more, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best's approval.
9498 We begin to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had thought of her, if
9499 at all, as a patient Griselda, a Penelope stayathome.
9500
9501 --Antisthenes, pupil of Gorgias, Stephen said, took the palm of beauty
9502 from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddam, Argive Helen, the wooden mare of Troy
9503 in whom a score of heroes slept, and handed it to poor Penelope. Twenty
9504 years he lived in London and, during part of that time, he drew a salary
9505 equal to that of the lord chancellor of Ireland. His life was rich. His
9506 art, more than the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, is the
9507 art of surfeit. Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar
9508 of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Sir Walter
9509 Raleigh, when they arrested him, had half a million francs on his
9510 back including a pair of fancy stays. The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had
9511 underlinen enough to vie with her of Sheba. Twenty years he dallied
9512 there between conjugial love and its chaste delights and scortatory love
9513 and its foul pleasures. You know Manningham's story of the burgher's
9514 wife who bade Dick Burbage to her bed after she had seen him in _Richard
9515 III_ and how Shakespeare, overhearing, without more ado about nothing,
9516 took the cow by the horns and, when Burbage came knocking at the gate,
9517 answered from the capon's blankets: _William the conqueror came before
9518 Richard III_. And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O,
9519 and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a clean quality woman is
9520 suited for a player, and the punks of the bankside, a penny a time.
9521
9522 Cours la Reine. _Encore vingt sous. Nous ferons de petites cochonneries.
9523 Minette? Tu veux?_
9524
9525 --The height of fine society. And sir William Davenant of oxford's
9526 mother with her cup of canary for any cockcanary.
9527
9528 Buck Mulligan, his pious eyes upturned, prayed:
9529
9530 --Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock!
9531
9532 --And Harry of six wives' daughter. And other lady friends from
9533 neighbour seats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings. But all those
9534 twenty years what do you suppose poor Penelope in Stratford was doing
9535 behind the diamond panes?
9536
9537 Do and do. Thing done. In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard, herbalist,
9538 he walks, greyedauburn. An azured harebell like her veins. Lids of
9539 Juno's eyes, violets. He walks. One life is all. One body. Do. But do.
9540 Afar, in a reek of lust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness.
9541
9542 Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk sharply.
9543
9544 --Whom do you suspect? he challenged.
9545
9546 --Say that he is the spurned lover in the sonnets. Once spurned twice
9547 spurned. But the court wanton spurned him for a lord, his dearmylove.
9548
9549 Love that dare not speak its name.
9550
9551 --As an Englishman, you mean, John sturdy Eglinton put in, he loved a
9552 lord.
9553
9554 Old wall where sudden lizards flash. At Charenton I watched them.
9555
9556 --It seems so, Stephen said, when he wants to do for him, and for all
9557 other and singular uneared wombs, the holy office an ostler does for the
9558 stallion. Maybe, like Socrates, he had a midwife to mother as he had a
9559 shrew to wife. But she, the giglot wanton, did not break a bedvow. Two
9560 deeds are rank in that ghost's mind: a broken vow and the dullbrained
9561 yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband's brother. Sweet
9562 Ann, I take it, was hot in the blood. Once a wooer, twice a wooer.
9563
9564 Stephen turned boldly in his chair.
9565
9566 --The burden of proof is with you not with me, he said frowning. If you
9567 deny that in the fifth scene of _Hamlet_ he has branded her with infamy
9568 tell me why there is no mention of her during the thirtyfour years
9569 between the day she married him and the day she buried him. All those
9570 women saw their men down and under: Mary, her goodman John, Ann, her
9571 poor dear Willun, when he went and died on her, raging that he was the
9572 first to go, Joan, her four brothers, Judith, her husband and all her
9573 sons, Susan, her husband too, while Susan's daughter, Elizabeth, to use
9574 granddaddy's words, wed her second, having killed her first.
9575
9576 O, yes, mention there is. In the years when he was living richly in
9577 royal London to pay a debt she had to borrow forty shillings from her
9578 father's shepherd. Explain you then. Explain the swansong too wherein he
9579 has commended her to posterity.
9580
9581 He faced their silence.
9582
9583 To whom thus Eglinton:
9584 You mean the will.
9585 But that has been explained, I believe, by jurists.
9586 She was entitled to her widow's dower
9587 At common law. His legal knowledge was great
9588 Our judges tell us.
9589 Him Satan fleers,
9590 Mocker:
9591 And therefore he left out her name
9592 From the first draft but he did not leave out
9593 The presents for his granddaughter, for his daughters,
9594 For his sister, for his old cronies in Stratford
9595 And in London. And therefore when he was urged,
9596 As I believe, to name her
9597 He left her his
9598 Secondbest
9599 Bed.
9600 _Punkt._
9601 Leftherhis
9602 Secondbest
9603 Leftherhis
9604 Bestabed
9605 Secabest
9606 Leftabed.
9607
9608
9609 Woa!
9610
9611 --Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, John Eglinton observed, as
9612 they have still if our peasant plays are true to type.
9613
9614 --He was a rich country gentleman, Stephen said, with a coat of arms
9615 and landed estate at Stratford and a house in Ireland yard, a capitalist
9616 shareholder, a bill promoter, a tithefarmer. Why did he not leave her
9617 his best bed if he wished her to snore away the rest of her nights in
9618 peace?
9619
9620 --It is clear that there were two beds, a best and a secondbest, Mr
9621 Secondbest Best said finely.
9622
9623 --_Separatio a mensa et a thalamo_, bettered Buck Mulligan and was
9624 smiled on.
9625
9626 --Antiquity mentions famous beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling.
9627 Let me think.
9628
9629 --Antiquity mentions that Stagyrite schoolurchin and bald heathen sage,
9630 Stephen said, who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays
9631 tribute to his elders, wills to be laid in earth near the bones of his
9632 dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an old mistress (don't forget
9633 Nell Gwynn Herpyllis) and let her live in his villa.
9634
9635 --Do you mean he died so? Mr Best asked with slight concern. I mean...
9636
9637 --He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan capped. A quart of ale is a dish for
9638 a king. O, I must tell you what Dowden said!
9639
9640 --What? asked Besteglinton.
9641
9642 William Shakespeare and company, limited. The people's William. For
9643 terms apply: E. Dowden, Highfield house...
9644
9645 --Lovely! Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. I asked him what he thought
9646 of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard. He lifted his hands
9647 and said: _All we can say is that life ran very high in those days._
9648 Lovely!
9649
9650 Catamite.
9651
9652 --The sense of beauty leads us astray, said beautifulinsadness Best to
9653 ugling Eglinton.
9654
9655 Steadfast John replied severe:
9656
9657 --The doctor can tell us what those words mean. You cannot eat your cake
9658 and have it.
9659
9660 Sayest thou so? Will they wrest from us, from me, the palm of beauty?
9661
9662 --And the sense of property, Stephen said. He drew Shylock out of his
9663 own long pocket. The son of a maltjobber and moneylender he was himself
9664 a cornjobber and moneylender, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the
9665 famine riots. His borrowers are no doubt those divers of worship
9666 mentioned by Chettle Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing.
9667 He sued a fellowplayer for the price of a few bags of malt and exacted
9668 his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent. How else could
9669 Aubrey's ostler and callboy get rich quick? All events brought grist to
9670 his mill. Shylock chimes with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging
9671 and quartering of the queen's leech Lopez, his jew's heart being plucked
9672 forth while the sheeny was yet alive: _Hamlet_ and _Macbeth_ with
9673 the coming to the throne of a Scotch philosophaster with a turn for
9674 witchroasting. The lost armada is his jeer in _Love's Labour Lost_.
9675 His pageants, the histories, sail fullbellied on a tide of Mafeking
9676 enthusiasm. Warwickshire jesuits are tried and we have a porter's theory
9677 of equivocation. The _Sea Venture_ comes home from Bermudas and the play
9678 Renan admired is written with Patsy Caliban, our American cousin.
9679 The sugared sonnets follow Sidney's. As for fay Elizabeth, otherwise
9680 carrotty Bess, the gross virgin who inspired _The Merry Wives of
9681 Windsor_, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life long for deephid
9682 meanings in the depths of the buckbasket.
9683
9684 I think you're getting on very nicely. Just mix up a mixture of
9685 theolologicophilolological. _Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere._
9686
9687 --Prove that he was a jew, John Eglinton dared,'expectantly. Your dean
9688 of studies holds he was a holy Roman.
9689
9690 _Sufflaminandus sum._
9691
9692 --He was made in Germany, Stephen replied, as the champion French
9693 polisher of Italian scandals.
9694
9695 --A myriadminded man, Mr Best reminded. Coleridge called him
9696 myriadminded.
9697
9698 _Amplius. In societate humana hoc est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia
9699 inter multos._
9700
9701 --Saint Thomas, Stephen began...
9702
9703 --_Ora pro nobis_, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a chair.
9704
9705 There he keened a wailing rune.
9706
9707 --_Pogue mahone! Acushla machree!_ It's destroyed we are from this day!
9708 It's destroyed we are surely!
9709
9710 All smiled their smiles.
9711
9712 --Saint Thomas, Stephen smiling said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy
9713 reading in the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different
9714 from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in his
9715 wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions. He means that the
9716 love so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some
9717 stranger who, it may be, hungers for it. Jews, whom christians tax with
9718 avarice, are of all races the most given to intermarriage. Accusations
9719 are made in anger. The christian laws which built up the hoards of the
9720 jews (for whom, as for the lollards, storm was shelter) bound their
9721 affections too with hoops of steel. Whether these be sins or virtues old
9722 Nobodaddy will tell us at doomsday leet. But a man who holds so tightly
9723 to what he calls his rights over what he calls his debts will hold
9724 tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his
9725 wife. No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or his
9726 manservant or his maidservant or his jackass.
9727
9728 --Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan antiphoned.
9729
9730 --Gentle Will is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said gently.
9731
9732 --Which will? gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan. We are getting mixed.
9733
9734 --The will to live, John Eglinton philosophised, for poor Ann, Will's
9735 widow, is the will to die.
9736
9737 _--Requiescat!_ Stephen prayed.
9738
9739 _What of all the will to do?
9740 It has vanished long ago..._
9741
9742 --She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that secondbest bed, the
9743 mobled queen, even though you prove that a bed in those days was as
9744 rare as a motorcar is now and that its carvings were the wonder of seven
9745 parishes. In old age she takes up with gospellers (one stayed with her
9746 at New Place and drank a quart of sack the town council paid for but in
9747 which bed he slept it skills not to ask) and heard she had a soul. She
9748 read or had read to her his chapbooks preferring them to the _Merry
9749 Wives_ and, loosing her nightly waters on the jordan, she thought
9750 over _Hooks and Eyes for Believers' Breeches_ and _The most Spiritual
9751 Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze_. Venus has twisted her
9752 lips in prayer. Agenbite of inwit: remorse of conscience. It is an age
9753 of exhausted whoredom groping for its god.
9754
9755 --History shows that to be true, _inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos_. The
9756 ages succeed one another. But we have it on high authority that a man's
9757 worst enemies shall be those of his own house and family. I feel that
9758 Russell is right. What do we care for his wife or father? I should say
9759 that only family poets have family lives. Falstaff was not a family man.
9760 I feel that the fat knight is his supreme creation.
9761
9762 Lean, he lay back. Shy, deny thy kindred, the unco guid. Shy, supping
9763 with the godless, he sneaks the cup. A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade it
9764 him. Visits him here on quarter days. Mr Magee, sir, there's a gentleman
9765 to see you. Me? Says he's your father, sir. Give me my Wordsworth. Enter
9766 Magee Mor Matthew, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in strossers with
9767 a buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten
9768 forests, a wand of wilding in his hand.
9769
9770 Your own? He knows your old fellow. The widower.
9771
9772 Hurrying to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the quayside I
9773 touched his hand. The voice, new warmth, speaking. Dr Bob Kenny is
9774 attending her. The eyes that wish me well. But do not know me.
9775
9776 --A father, Stephen said, battling against hopelessness, is a necessary
9777 evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father's death.
9778 If you hold that he, a greying man with two marriageable daughters, with
9779 thirtyfive years of life, _nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita_, with
9780 fifty of experience, is the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then
9781 you must hold that his seventyyear old mother is the lustful queen. No.
9782 The corpse of John Shakespeare does not walk the night. From hour to
9783 hour it rots and rots. He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having devised
9784 that mystical estate upon his son. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first
9785 and last man who felt himself with child. Fatherhood, in the sense of
9786 conscious begetting, is unknown to man. It is a mystical estate, an
9787 apostolic succession, from only begetter to only begotten. On that
9788 mystery and not on the madonna which the cunning Italian intellect
9789 flung to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably
9790 because founded, like the world, macro and microcosm, upon the void.
9791 Upon incertitude, upon unlikelihood. _Amor matris_, subjective and
9792 objective genitive, may be the only true thing in life. Paternity may be
9793 a legal fiction. Who is the father of any son that any son should love
9794 him or he any son?
9795
9796 What the hell are you driving at?
9797
9798 I know. Shut up. Blast you. I have reasons.
9799
9800 _Amplius. Adhuc. Iterum. Postea._
9801
9802 Are you condemned to do this?
9803
9804 --They are sundered by a bodily shame so steadfast that the criminal
9805 annals of the world, stained with all other incests and bestialities,
9806 hardly record its breach. Sons with mothers, sires with daughters,
9807 lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak their name, nephews with
9808 grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls. The son
9809 unborn mars beauty: born, he brings pain, divides affection, increases
9810 care. He is a new male: his growth is his father's decline, his youth
9811 his father's envy, his friend his father's enemy.
9812
9813 In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought it.
9814
9815 --What links them in nature? An instant of blind rut.
9816
9817 Am I a father? If I were?
9818
9819 Shrunken uncertain hand.
9820
9821 --Sabellius, the African, subtlest heresiarch of all the beasts of the
9822 field, held that the Father was Himself His Own Son. The bulldog of
9823 Aquin, with whom no word shall be impossible, refutes him. Well: if
9824 the father who has not a son be not a father can the son who has not a
9825 father be a son? When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet
9826 of the same name in the comedy of errors wrote _Hamlet_ he was not the
9827 father of his own son merely but, being no more a son, he was and felt
9828 himself the father of all his race, the father of his own grandfather,
9829 the father of his unborn grandson who, by the same token, never was
9830 born, for nature, as Mr Magee understands her, abhors perfection.
9831
9832 Eglintoneyes, quick with pleasure, looked up shybrightly. Gladly
9833 glancing, a merry puritan, through the twisted eglantine.
9834
9835 Flatter. Rarely. But flatter.
9836
9837 --Himself his own father, Sonmulligan told himself. Wait. I am big with
9838 child. I have an unborn child in my brain. Pallas Athena! A play! The
9839 play's the thing! Let me parturiate!
9840
9841 He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.
9842
9843 --As for his family, Stephen said, his mother's name lives in the
9844 forest of Arden. Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in
9845 _Coriolanus._ His boyson's death is the deathscene of young Arthur in
9846 _King John._ Hamlet, the black prince, is Hamnet Shakespeare. Who the
9847 girls in _The Tempest_, in _Pericles,_ in _Winter's Tale_ are we know.
9848 Who Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and Cressid and Venus are we may
9849 guess. But there is another member of his family who is recorded.
9850
9851 --The plot thickens, John Eglinton said.
9852
9853 The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, quake, his mask, quake, with
9854 haste, quake, quack.
9855
9856 Door closed. Cell. Day.
9857
9858 They list. Three. They.
9859
9860 I you he they.
9861
9862 Come, mess.
9863
9864 STEPHEN: He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his
9865 old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer
9866 one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up
9867 in Lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man on's back. The playhouse sausage
9868 filled Gilbert's soul. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a Richard are
9869 recorded in the works of sweet William.
9870
9871 MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! What's in a name?
9872
9873 BEST: That is my name, Richard, don't you know. I hope you are going to
9874 say a good word for Richard, don't you know, for my sake. _(Laughter)_
9875
9876
9877 BUCKMULLIGAN: (_Piano, diminuendo_)
9878
9879 _Then outspoke medical Dick
9880 To his comrade medical Davy..._
9881
9882 STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the villain shakebags, Iago,
9883 Richard Crookback, Edmund in _King Lear_, two bear the wicked uncles'
9884 names. Nay, that last play was written or being written while his
9885 brother Edmund lay dying in Southwark.
9886
9887 BEST: I hope Edmund is going to catch it. I don't want Richard, my name
9888 ...
9889
9890 _(Laughter)_
9891
9892 QUAKERLYSTER: (_A tempo_) But he that filches from me my good name...
9893
9894 STEPHEN: _(Stringendo)_ He has hidden his own name, a fair name,
9895 William, in the plays, a super here, a clown there, as a painter of old
9896 Italy set his face in a dark corner of his canvas. He has revealed it in
9897 the sonnets where there is Will in overplus. Like John o'Gaunt his name
9898 is dear to him, as dear as the coat and crest he toadied for, on a bend
9899 sable a spear or steeled argent, honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer
9900 than his glory of greatest shakescene in the country. What's in a name?
9901 That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that
9902 we are told is ours. A star, a daystar, a firedrake, rose at his birth.
9903 It shone by day in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the
9904 night, and by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the recumbent
9905 constellation which is the signature of his initial among the stars. His
9906 eyes watched it, lowlying on the horizon, eastward of the bear, as
9907 he walked by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from
9908 Shottery and from her arms.
9909
9910 Both satisfied. I too.
9911
9912 Don't tell them he was nine years old when it was quenched.
9913
9914 And from her arms.
9915
9916 Wait to be wooed and won. Ay, meacock. Who will woo you?
9917
9918 Read the skies. _Autontimorumenos. Bous Stephanoumenos._ Where's your
9919 configuration? Stephen, Stephen, cut the bread even. S. D: _sua donna.
9920 Già: di lui. gelindo risolve di non amare_ S. D.
9921
9922 --What is that, Mr Dedalus? the quaker librarian asked. Was it a
9923 celestial phenomenon?
9924
9925 --A star by night, Stephen said. A pillar of the cloud by day.
9926
9927 What more's to speak?
9928
9929 Stephen looked on his hat, his stick, his boots.
9930
9931 _Stephanos,_ my crown. My sword. His boots are spoiling the shape of my
9932 feet. Buy a pair. Holes in my socks. Handkerchief too.
9933
9934 --You make good use of the name, John Eglinton allowed. Your own name is
9935 strange enough. I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.
9936
9937 Me, Magee and Mulligan.
9938
9939 Fabulous artificer. The hawklike man. You flew. Whereto?
9940 Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. Paris and back. Lapwing. Icarus.
9941 _Pater, ait._ Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. Lapwing you are. Lapwing
9942 be.
9943
9944 Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book to say:
9945
9946 --That's very interesting because that brother motive, don't you know,
9947 we find also in the old Irish myths. Just what you say. The three
9948 brothers Shakespeare. In Grimm too, don't you know, the fairytales. The
9949 third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best
9950 prize.
9951
9952 Best of Best brothers. Good, better, best.
9953
9954 The quaker librarian springhalted near.
9955
9956 --I should like to know, he said, which brother you... I understand you
9957 to suggest there was misconduct with one of the brothers... But perhaps
9958 I am anticipating?
9959
9960 He caught himself in the act: looked at all: refrained.
9961
9962 An attendant from the doorway called:
9963
9964 --Mr Lyster! Father Dineen wants...
9965
9966 --O, Father Dineen! Directly.
9967
9968 Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was rectly gone.
9969
9970 John Eglinton touched the foil.
9971
9972 --Come, he said. Let us hear what you have to say of Richard and Edmund.
9973 You kept them for the last, didn't you?
9974
9975 --In asking you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie and
9976 nuncle Edmund, Stephen answered, I feel I am asking too much perhaps. A
9977 brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.
9978
9979 Lapwing.
9980
9981 Where is your brother? Apothecaries' hall. My whetstone. Him, then
9982 Cranly, Mulligan: now these. Speech, speech. But act. Act speech. They
9983 mock to try you. Act. Be acted on.
9984
9985 Lapwing.
9986
9987 I am tired of my voice, the voice of Esau. My kingdom for a drink.
9988
9989 On.
9990
9991 --You will say those names were already in the chronicles from which he
9992 took the stuff of his plays. Why did he take them rather than others?
9993 Richard, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a widowed Ann
9994 (what's in a name?), woos and wins her, a whoreson merry widow. Richard
9995 the conqueror, third brother, came after William the conquered. The
9996 other four acts of that play hang limply from that first. Of all his
9997 kings Richard is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence,
9998 the angel of the world. Why is the underplot of _King Lear_ in which
9999 Edmund figures lifted out of Sidney's _Arcadia_ and spatchcocked on to a
10000 Celtic legend older than history?
10001
10002 --That was Will's way, John Eglinton defended. We should not now combine
10003 a Norse saga with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith. _Que
10004 voulez-vous?_ Moore would say. He puts Bohemia on the seacoast and makes
10005 Ulysses quote Aristotle.
10006
10007 --Why? Stephen answered himself. Because the theme of the false or
10008 the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to
10009 Shakespeare, what the poor are not, always with him. The note of
10010 banishment, banishment from the heart, banishment from home, sounds
10011 uninterruptedly from _The Two Gentlemen of Verona_ onward till Prospero
10012 breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his
10013 book. It doubles itself in the middle of his life, reflects itself in
10014 another, repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe.
10015 It repeats itself again when he is near the grave, when his married
10016 daughter Susan, chip of the old block, is accused of adultery. But it
10017 was the original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will
10018 and left in him a strong inclination to evil. The words are those of
10019 my lords bishops of Maynooth. An original sin and, like original sin,
10020 committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned. It is between the
10021 lines of his last written words, it is petrified on his tombstone under
10022 which her four bones are not to be laid. Age has not withered it. Beauty
10023 and peace have not done it away. It is in infinite variety everywhere in
10024 the world he has created, in _Much Ado about Nothing_, twice in _As you
10025 like It_, in _The Tempest_, in _Hamlet,_ in _Measure for Measure_--and
10026 in all the other plays which I have not read.
10027
10028 He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.
10029
10030 Judge Eglinton summed up.
10031
10032 --The truth is midway, he affirmed. He is the ghost and the prince. He
10033 is all in all.
10034
10035 --He is, Stephen said. The boy of act one is the mature man of act five.
10036 All in all. In _Cymbeline,_ in _Othello_ he is bawd and cuckold. He acts
10037 and is acted on. Lover of an ideal or a perversion, like Jose he
10038 kills the real Carmen. His unremitting intellect is the hornmad Iago
10039 ceaselessly willing that the moor in him shall suffer.
10040
10041 --Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. O word of fear!
10042
10043 Dark dome received, reverbed.
10044
10045 --And what a character is Iago! undaunted John Eglinton exclaimed. When
10046 all is said Dumas _fils_ (or is it Dumas _père?)_ is right. After God
10047 Shakespeare has created most.
10048
10049 --Man delights him not nor woman neither, Stephen said. He returns after
10050 a life of absence to that spot of earth where he was born, where he has
10051 always been, man and boy, a silent witness and there, his journey of
10052 life ended, he plants his mulberrytree in the earth. Then dies. The
10053 motion is ended. Gravediggers bury Hamlet _(père?)_ and Hamlet _fils._
10054 A king and a prince at last in death, with incidental music. And, what
10055 though murdered and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for,
10056 Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the dead is the only husband from whom
10057 they refuse to be divorced. If you like the epilogue look long on it:
10058 prosperous Prospero, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa's lump of
10059 love, and nuncle Richie, the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the
10060 place where the bad niggers go. Strong curtain. He found in the world
10061 without as actual what was in his world within as possible. Maeterlinck
10062 says: _If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated
10063 on his doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps
10064 will tend._ Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through
10065 ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives,
10066 widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves. The playwright
10067 who wrote the folio of this world and wrote it badly (He gave us light
10068 first and the sun two days later), the lord of things as they are whom
10069 the most Roman of catholics call _dio boia_, hangman god, is doubtless
10070 all in all in all of us, ostler and butcher, and would be bawd and
10071 cuckold too but that in the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, there
10072 are no more marriages, glorified man, an androgynous angel, being a wife
10073 unto himself.
10074
10075 _--Eureka!_ Buck Mulligan cried. _Eureka!_
10076
10077 Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton's
10078 desk.
10079
10080 --May I? he said. The Lord has spoken to Malachi.
10081
10082 He began to scribble on a slip of paper.
10083
10084 Take some slips from the counter going out.
10085
10086 --Those who are married, Mr Best, douce herald, said, all save one,
10087 shall live. The rest shall keep as they are.
10088
10089 He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton Johannes, of arts a bachelor.
10090
10091 Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they fingerponder nightly each his
10092 variorum edition of _The Taming of the Shrew._
10093
10094 --You are a delusion, said roundly John Eglinton to Stephen. You have
10095 brought us all this way to show us a French triangle. Do you believe
10096 your own theory?
10097
10098 --No, Stephen said promptly.
10099
10100 --Are you going to write it? Mr Best asked. You ought to make it a
10101 dialogue, don't you know, like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote.
10102
10103 John Eclecticon doubly smiled.
10104
10105 --Well, in that case, he said, I don't see why you should expect payment
10106 for it since you don't believe it yourself. Dowden believes there is
10107 some mystery in _Hamlet_ but will say no more. Herr Bleibtreu, the man
10108 Piper met in Berlin, who is working up that Rutland theory, believes
10109 that the secret is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is going to
10110 visit the present duke, Piper says, and prove to him that his ancestor
10111 wrote the plays. It will come as a surprise to his grace. But he
10112 believes his theory.
10113
10114 I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief. That is, help me to believe or help
10115 me to unbelieve? Who helps to believe? _Egomen._ Who to unbelieve? Other
10116 chap.
10117
10118 --You are the only contributor to _Dana_ who asks for pieces of silver.
10119 Then I don't know about the next number. Fred Ryan wants space for an
10120 article on economics.
10121
10122 Fraidrine. Two pieces of silver he lent me. Tide you over. Economics.
10123
10124 --For a guinea, Stephen said, you can publish this interview.
10125
10126 Buck Mulligan stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and then
10127 gravely said, honeying malice:
10128
10129 --I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper
10130 Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the study of the _Summa contra
10131 Gentiles_ in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and
10132 Rosalie, the coalquay whore.
10133
10134 He broke away.
10135
10136 --Come, Kinch. Come, wandering Aengus of the birds.
10137
10138 Come, Kinch. You have eaten all we left. Ay. I will serve you your orts
10139 and offals.
10140
10141 Stephen rose.
10142
10143 Life is many days. This will end.
10144
10145 --We shall see you tonight, John Eglinton said. _Notre ami_ Moore says
10146 Malachi Mulligan must be there.
10147
10148 Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.
10149
10150 --Monsieur Moore, he said, lecturer on French letters to the youth of
10151 Ireland. I'll be there. Come, Kinch, the bards must drink. Can you walk
10152 straight?
10153
10154 Laughing, he...
10155
10156 Swill till eleven. Irish nights entertainment.
10157
10158 Lubber...
10159
10160 Stephen followed a lubber...
10161
10162 One day in the national library we had a discussion. Shakes. After. His
10163 lub back: I followed. I gall his kibe.
10164
10165 Stephen, greeting, then all amort, followed a lubber jester, a wellkempt
10166 head, newbarbered, out of the vaulted cell into a shattering daylight of
10167 no thought.
10168
10169 What have I learned? Of them? Of me?
10170
10171 Walk like Haines now.
10172
10173 The constant readers' room. In the readers' book Cashel Boyle O'Connor
10174 Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables. Item: was Hamlet
10175 mad? The quaker's pate godlily with a priesteen in booktalk.
10176
10177 --O please do, sir... I shall be most pleased...
10178
10179 Amused Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, selfnodding:
10180
10181 --A pleased bottom.
10182
10183 The turnstile.
10184
10185 Is that?... Blueribboned hat... Idly writing... What? Looked?...
10186
10187 The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.
10188
10189 Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling:
10190
10191 _John Eglinton, my jo, John, Why won't you wed a wife?_
10192
10193 He spluttered to the air:
10194
10195 --O, the chinless Chinaman! Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton. We went over to their
10196 playbox, Haines and I, the plumbers' hall. Our players are creating a
10197 new art for Europe like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck. Abbey Theatre! I
10198 smell the pubic sweat of monks.
10199
10200 He spat blank.
10201
10202 Forgot: any more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him. And
10203 left the _femme de trente ans._ And why no other children born? And his
10204 first child a girl?
10205
10206 Afterwit. Go back.
10207
10208 The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling,
10209 minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.
10210
10211 Eh... I just eh... wanted... I forgot... he...
10212
10213 --Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there...
10214
10215 Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling:
10216
10217 _I hardly hear the purlieu cry
10218 Or a tommy talk as I pass one by
10219 Before my thoughts begin to run
10220 On F. M'Curdy Atkinson,
10221 The same that had the wooden leg
10222 And that filibustering filibeg
10223 That never dared to slake his drouth,
10224 Magee that had the chinless mouth.
10225 Being afraid to marry on earth
10226 They masturbated for all they were worth._
10227
10228
10229 Jest on. Know thyself.
10230
10231 Halted, below me, a quizzer looks at me. I halt.
10232
10233 --Mournful mummer, Buck Mulligan moaned. Synge has left off wearing
10234 black to be like nature. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.
10235
10236 A laugh tripped over his lips.
10237
10238 --Longworth is awfully sick, he said, after what you wrote about that
10239 old hake Gregory. O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit! She gets you
10240 a job on the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus.
10241 Couldn't you do the Yeats touch?
10242
10243 He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms:
10244
10245 --The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time.
10246 One thinks of Homer.
10247
10248 He stopped at the stairfoot.
10249
10250 --I have conceived a play for the mummers, he said solemnly.
10251
10252 The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. Gone the nine men's morrice
10253 with caps of indices.
10254
10255 In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet: _Everyman His
10256 own Wife or A Honeymoon in the Hand (a national immorality in three
10257 orgasms) by Ballocky Mulligan._
10258
10259
10260 He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, saying:
10261
10262 --The disguise, I fear, is thin. But listen.
10263
10264 He read, _marcato:_
10265
10266 --Characters:
10267
10268 TODY TOSTOFF (a ruined Pole)
10269 CRAB (a bushranger)
10270 MEDICAL DICK )
10271 and ) (two birds with one stone)
10272 MEDICAL DAVY )
10273 MOTHER GROGAN (a watercarrier)
10274 FRESH NELLY
10275 and
10276 ROSALIE (the coalquay whore).
10277
10278 He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, walking on, followed by Stephen:
10279 and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men:
10280
10281 --O, the night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to
10282 lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured,
10283 multicoloured, multitudinous vomit!
10284
10285 --The most innocent son of Erin, Stephen said, for whom they ever lifted
10286 them.
10287
10288 About to pass through the doorway, feeling one behind, he stood aside.
10289
10290 Part. The moment is now. Where then? If Socrates leave his house today,
10291 if Judas go forth tonight. Why? That lies in space which I in time must
10292 come to, ineluctably.
10293
10294 My will: his will that fronts me. Seas between.
10295
10296 A man passed out between them, bowing, greeting.
10297
10298 --Good day again, Buck Mulligan said.
10299
10300 The portico.
10301
10302 Here I watched the birds for augury. Aengus of the birds. They go, they
10303 come. Last night I flew. Easily flew. Men wondered. Street of harlots
10304 after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see.
10305
10306 --The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. Did you
10307 see his eye? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee, ancient
10308 mariner. O, Kinch, thou art in peril. Get thee a breechpad.
10309
10310 Manner of Oxenford.
10311
10312 Day. Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.
10313
10314 A dark back went before them, step of a pard, down, out by the gateway,
10315 under portcullis barbs.
10316
10317 They followed.
10318
10319 Offend me still. Speak on.
10320
10321 Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. No birds. Frail
10322 from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in a flaw
10323 of softness softly were blown.
10324
10325 Cease to strive. Peace of the druid priests of Cymbeline: hierophantic:
10326 from wide earth an altar.
10327
10328 _Laud we the gods
10329 And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
10330 From our bless'd altars._
10331
10332
10333 The superior, the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth watch
10334 in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps. Five to
10335 three. Just nice time to walk to Artane. What was that boy's name again?
10336 Dignam. Yes. _Vere dignum et iustum est._ Brother Swan was the person
10337 to see. Mr Cunningham's letter. Yes. Oblige him, if possible. Good
10338 practical catholic: useful at mission time.
10339
10340 A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his
10341 crutches, growled some notes. He jerked short before the convent of the
10342 sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the very
10343 reverend John Conmee S. J. Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his
10344 purse held, he knew, one silver crown.
10345
10346 Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square. He thought, but not for long,
10347 of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs,
10348 ending their days in some pauper ward, and of cardinal Wolsey's words:
10349 _If I had served my God as I have served my king He would not have
10350 abandoned me in my old days._ He walked by the treeshade of sunnywinking
10351 leaves: and towards him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy M.P.
10352
10353 --Very well, indeed, father. And you, father?
10354
10355 Father Conmee was wonderfully well indeed. He would go to Buxton
10356 probably for the waters. And her boys, were they getting on well at
10357 Belvedere? Was that so? Father Conmee was very glad indeed to hear that.
10358 And Mr Sheehy himself? Still in London. The house was still sitting, to
10359 be sure it was. Beautiful weather it was, delightful indeed. Yes, it was
10360 very probable that Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach. O,
10361 yes: a very great success. A wonderful man really.
10362
10363 Father Conmee was very glad to see the wife of Mr David Sheehy M.P.
10364 Iooking so well and he begged to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy M.P.
10365 Yes, he would certainly call.
10366
10367 --Good afternoon, Mrs Sheehy.
10368
10369 Father Conmee doffed his silk hat and smiled, as he took leave, at the
10370 jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun. And smiled yet again,
10371 in going. He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, with arecanut paste.
10372
10373 Father Conmee walked and, walking, smiled for he thought on Father
10374 Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and cockney voice.
10375
10376 --Pilate! Wy don't you old back that owlin mob?
10377
10378 A zealous man, however. Really he was. And really did great good in his
10379 way. Beyond a doubt. He loved Ireland, he said, and he loved the Irish.
10380 Of good family too would one think it? Welsh, were they not?
10381
10382 O, lest he forget. That letter to father provincial.
10383
10384 Father Conmee stopped three little schoolboys at the corner of Mountjoy
10385 square. Yes: they were from Belvedere. The little house. Aha. And were
10386 they good boys at school? O. That was very good now. And what was his
10387 name? Jack Sohan. And his name? Ger. Gallaher. And the other little man?
10388 His name was Brunny Lynam. O, that was a very nice name to have.
10389
10390 Father Conmee gave a letter from his breast to Master Brunny Lynam and
10391 pointed to the red pillarbox at the corner of Fitzgibbon street.
10392
10393 --But mind you don't post yourself into the box, little man, he said.
10394
10395 The boys sixeyed Father Conmee and laughed:
10396
10397 --O, sir.
10398
10399 --Well, let me see if you can post a letter, Father Conmee said.
10400
10401 Master Brunny Lynam ran across the road and put Father Conmee's letter
10402 to father provincial into the mouth of the bright red letterbox. Father
10403 Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled and walked along Mountjoy square
10404 east.
10405
10406 Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c, in silk hat, slate
10407 frockcoat with silk facings, white kerchief tie, tight lavender
10408 trousers, canary gloves and pointed patent boots, walking with grave
10409 deportment most respectfully took the curbstone as he passed lady
10410 Maxwell at the corner of Dignam's court.
10411
10412 Was that not Mrs M'Guinness?
10413
10414 Mrs M'Guinness, stately, silverhaired, bowed to Father Conmee from the
10415 farther footpath along which she sailed. And Father Conmee smiled and
10416 saluted. How did she do?
10417
10418 A fine carriage she had. Like Mary, queen of Scots, something. And to
10419 think that she was a pawnbroker! Well, now! Such a... what should he
10420 say?... such a queenly mien.
10421
10422 Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the shutup
10423 free church on his left. The reverend T. R. Greene B.A. will (D.V.)
10424 speak. The incumbent they called him. He felt it incumbent on him to say
10425 a few words. But one should be charitable. Invincible ignorance. They
10426 acted according to their lights.
10427
10428 Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North Circular
10429 road. It was a wonder that there was not a tramline in such an important
10430 thoroughfare. Surely, there ought to be.
10431
10432 A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street. All
10433 raised untidy caps. Father Conmee greeted them more than once benignly.
10434 Christian brother boys.
10435
10436 Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked. Saint
10437 Joseph's church, Portland row. For aged and virtuous females.
10438 Father Conmee raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament. Virtuous: but
10439 occasionally they were also badtempered.
10440
10441 Near Aldborough house Father Conmee thought of that spendthrift
10442 nobleman. And now it was an office or something.
10443
10444 Father Conmee began to walk along the North Strand road and was saluted
10445 by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop. Father
10446 Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came
10447 from baconflitches and ample cools of butter. He passed Grogan's the
10448 Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a dreadful
10449 catastrophe in New York. In America those things were continually
10450 happening. Unfortunate people to die like that, unprepared. Still, an
10451 act of perfect contrition.
10452
10453 Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the window of
10454 which two unlabouring men lounged. They saluted him and were saluted.
10455
10456 Father Conmee passed H. J. O'Neill's funeral establishment where Corny
10457 Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade of hay.
10458 A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee and Father Conmee saluted
10459 the constable. In Youkstetter's, the porkbutcher's, Father Conmee
10460 observed pig's puddings, white and black and red, lie neatly curled in
10461 tubes.
10462
10463 Moored under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee saw a
10464 turfbarge, a towhorse with pendent head, a bargeman with a hat of dirty
10465 straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a branch of poplar above
10466 him. It was idyllic: and Father Conmee reflected on the providence of
10467 the Creator who had made turf to be in bogs whence men might dig it
10468 out and bring it to town and hamlet to make fires in the houses of poor
10469 people.
10470
10471 On Newcomen bridge the very reverend John Conmee S.J. of saint Francis
10472 Xavier's church, upper Gardiner street, stepped on to an outward bound
10473 tram.
10474
10475 Off an inward bound tram stepped the reverend Nicholas Dudley C. C. of
10476 saint Agatha's church, north William street, on to Newcomen bridge.
10477
10478 At Newcomen bridge Father Conmee stepped into an outward bound tram for
10479 he disliked to traverse on foot the dingy way past Mud Island.
10480
10481 Father Conmee sat in a corner of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked with
10482 care in the eye of one plump kid glove, while four shillings, a sixpence
10483 and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his purse.
10484 Passing the ivy church he reflected that the ticket inspector usually
10485 made his visit when one had carelessly thrown away the ticket. The
10486 solemnity of the occupants of the car seemed to Father Conmee excessive
10487 for a journey so short and cheap. Father Conmee liked cheerful decorum.
10488
10489 It was a peaceful day. The gentleman with the glasses opposite Father
10490 Conmee had finished explaining and looked down. His wife, Father Conmee
10491 supposed. A tiny yawn opened the mouth of the wife of the gentleman with
10492 the glasses. She raised her small gloved fist, yawned ever so gently,
10493 tiptapping her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled tinily,
10494 sweetly.
10495
10496 Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car. He perceived also that
10497 the awkward man at the other side of her was sitting on the edge of the
10498 seat.
10499
10500 Father Conmee at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the
10501 mouth of the awkward old man who had the shaky head.
10502
10503 At Annesley bridge the tram halted and, when it was about to go, an old
10504 woman rose suddenly from her place to alight. The conductor pulled the
10505 bellstrap to stay the car for her. She passed out with her basket and
10506 a marketnet: and Father Conmee saw the conductor help her and net and
10507 basket down: and Father Conmee thought that, as she had nearly passed
10508 the end of the penny fare, she was one of those good souls who had
10509 always to be told twice _bless you, my child,_ that they have been
10510 absolved, _pray for me._ But they had so many worries in life, so many
10511 cares, poor creatures.
10512
10513 From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at
10514 Father Conmee.
10515
10516 Father Conmee thought of the souls of black and brown and yellow men and
10517 of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African mission and of
10518 the propagation of the faith and of the millions of black and brown and
10519 yellow souls that had not received the baptism of water when their last
10520 hour came like a thief in the night. That book by the Belgian jesuit,
10521 _Le Nombre des Élus,_ seemed to Father Conmee a reasonable plea. Those
10522 were millions of human souls created by God in His Own likeness to
10523 whom the faith had not (D.V.) been brought. But they were God's souls,
10524 created by God. It seemed to Father Conmee a pity that they should all
10525 be lost, a waste, if one might say.
10526
10527 At the Howth road stop Father Conmee alighted, was saluted by the
10528 conductor and saluted in his turn.
10529
10530 The Malahide road was quiet. It pleased Father Conmee, road and name.
10531 The joybells were ringing in gay Malahide. Lord Talbot de Malahide,
10532 immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the seas adjoining.
10533 Then came the call to arms and she was maid, wife and widow in one day.
10534 Those were old worldish days, loyal times in joyous townlands, old times
10535 in the barony.
10536
10537 Father Conmee, walking, thought of his little book _Old Times in the
10538 Barony_ and of the book that might be written about jesuit houses and of
10539 Mary Rochfort, daughter of lord Molesworth, first countess of Belvedere.
10540
10541 A listless lady, no more young, walked alone the shore of lough Ennel,
10542 Mary, first countess of Belvedere, listlessly walking in the evening,
10543 not startled when an otter plunged. Who could know the truth? Not the
10544 jealous lord Belvedere and not her confessor if she had not committed
10545 adultery fully, _eiaculatio seminis inter vas naturale mulieris,_ with
10546 her husband's brother? She would half confess if she had not all sinned
10547 as women did. Only God knew and she and he, her husband's brother.
10548
10549 Father Conmee thought of that tyrannous incontinence, needed however for
10550 man's race on earth, and of the ways of God which were not our ways.
10551
10552 Don John Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. He was humane and
10553 honoured there. He bore in mind secrets confessed and he smiled at
10554 smiling noble faces in a beeswaxed drawingroom, ceiled with full fruit
10555 clusters. And the hands of a bride and of a bridegroom, noble to noble,
10556 were impalmed by Don John Conmee.
10557
10558 It was a charming day.
10559
10560 The lychgate of a field showed Father Conmee breadths of cabbages,
10561 curtseying to him with ample underleaves. The sky showed him a flock of
10562 small white clouds going slowly down the wind. _Moutonner,_ the French
10563 said. A just and homely word.
10564
10565 Father Conmee, reading his office, watched a flock of muttoning clouds
10566 over Rathcoffey. His thinsocked ankles were tickled by the stubble of
10567 Clongowes field. He walked there, reading in the evening, and heard
10568 the cries of the boys' lines at their play, young cries in the quiet
10569 evening. He was their rector: his reign was mild.
10570
10571 Father Conmee drew off his gloves and took his rededged breviary out. An
10572 ivory bookmark told him the page.
10573
10574 Nones. He should have read that before lunch. But lady Maxwell had come.
10575
10576 Father Conmee read in secret _Pater_ and _Ave_ and crossed his breast.
10577 _Deus in adiutorium._
10578
10579 He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till he
10580 came to _Res_ in _Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas:
10581 in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae._
10582
10583 A flushed young man came from a gap of a hedge and after him came a
10584 young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. The young man raised
10585 his cap abruptly: the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care
10586 detached from her light skirt a clinging twig.
10587
10588 Father Conmee blessed both gravely and turned a thin page of his
10589 breviary. _Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis
10590 formidavit cor meum._
10591
10592 * * * * *
10593
10594 Corny Kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced with his drooping eye
10595 at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. He pulled himself erect,
10596 went to it and, spinning it on its axle, viewed its shape and brass
10597 furnishings. Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came
10598 to the doorway. There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes
10599 and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out.
10600
10601 Father John Conmee stepped into the Dollymount tram on Newcomen bridge.
10602
10603 Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed, his hat
10604 downtilted, chewing his blade of hay.
10605
10606 Constable 57C, on his beat, stood to pass the time of day.
10607
10608 --That's a fine day, Mr Kelleher.
10609
10610 --Ay, Corny Kelleher said.
10611
10612 --It's very close, the constable said.
10613
10614 Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth
10615 while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a
10616 coin.
10617
10618 --What's the best news? he asked.
10619
10620 --I seen that particular party last evening, the constable said with
10621 bated breath.
10622
10623 * * * * *
10624
10625 A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell's corner, skirting
10626 Rabaiotti's icecream car, and jerked himself up Eccles street. Towards
10627 Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he growled unamiably:
10628
10629 --_For England_...
10630
10631 He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted
10632 and growled:
10633
10634 --_home and beauty._
10635
10636 J. J. O'Molloy's white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was in the
10637 warehouse with a visitor.
10638
10639 A stout lady stopped, took a copper coin from her purse and dropped it
10640 into the cap held out to her. The sailor grumbled thanks, glanced sourly
10641 at the unheeding windows, sank his head and swung himself forward four
10642 strides.
10643
10644 He halted and growled angrily:
10645
10646 --_For England_...
10647
10648 Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him,
10649 gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.
10650
10651 He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head
10652 towards a window and bayed deeply:
10653
10654 --_home and beauty._
10655
10656 The gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or two, ceased.
10657 The blind of the window was drawn aside. A card _Unfurnished Apartments_
10658 slipped from the sash and fell. A plump bare generous arm shone, was
10659 seen, held forth from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps. A
10660 woman's hand flung forth a coin over the area railings. It fell on the
10661 path.
10662
10663 One of the urchins ran to it, picked it up and dropped it into the
10664 minstrel's cap, saying:
10665
10666 --There, sir.
10667
10668 * * * * *
10669
10670 Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen.
10671
10672 --Did you put in the books? Boody asked.
10673
10674 Maggy at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds
10675 twice with her potstick and wiped her brow.
10676
10677 --They wouldn't give anything on them, she said.
10678
10679 Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles
10680 tickled by stubble.
10681
10682 --Where did you try? Boody asked.
10683
10684 --M'Guinness's.
10685
10686 Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table.
10687
10688 --Bad cess to her big face! she cried.
10689
10690 Katey went to the range and peered with squinting eyes.
10691
10692 --What's in the pot? she asked.
10693
10694 --Shirts, Maggy said.
10695
10696 Boody cried angrily:
10697
10698 --Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat?
10699
10700 Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked:
10701
10702 --And what's in this?
10703
10704 A heavy fume gushed in answer.
10705
10706 --Peasoup, Maggy said.
10707
10708 --Where did you get it? Katey asked.
10709
10710 --Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said.
10711
10712 The lacquey rang his bell.
10713
10714 --Barang!
10715
10716 Boody sat down at the table and said hungrily:
10717
10718 --Give us it here.
10719
10720 Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl. Katey,
10721 sitting opposite Boody, said quietly, as her fingertip lifted to her
10722 mouth random crumbs:
10723
10724 --A good job we have that much. Where's Dilly?
10725
10726 --Gone to meet father, Maggy said.
10727
10728 Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup, added:
10729
10730 --Our father who art not in heaven.
10731
10732 Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed:
10733
10734 --Boody! For shame!
10735
10736 A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the
10737 Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed
10738 around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains,
10739 between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay.
10740
10741 * * * * *
10742
10743 The blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling
10744 fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper
10745 and a small jar.
10746
10747 --Put these in first, will you? he said.
10748
10749 --Yes, sir, the blond girl said. And the fruit on top.
10750
10751 --That'll do, game ball, Blazes Boylan said.
10752
10753 She bestowed fat pears neatly, head by tail, and among them ripe
10754 shamefaced peaches.
10755
10756 Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the
10757 fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red
10758 tomatoes, sniffing smells.
10759
10760 H. E. L. Y.'S filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane,
10761 plodding towards their goal.
10762
10763 He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from
10764 his fob and held it at its chain's length.
10765
10766 --Can you send them by tram? Now?
10767
10768 A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the hawker's
10769 cart.
10770
10771 --Certainly, sir. Is it in the city?
10772
10773 --O, yes, Blazes Boylan said. Ten minutes.
10774
10775 The blond girl handed him a docket and pencil.
10776
10777 --Will you write the address, sir?
10778
10779 Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her.
10780
10781 --Send it at once, will you? he said. It's for an invalid.
10782
10783 --Yes, sir. I will, sir.
10784
10785 Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket.
10786
10787 --What's the damage? he asked.
10788
10789 The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.
10790
10791 Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet. He took
10792 a red carnation from the tall stemglass.
10793
10794 --This for me? he asked gallantly.
10795
10796 The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with his tie
10797 a bit crooked, blushing.
10798
10799 --Yes, sir, she said.
10800
10801 Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches.
10802
10803 Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse with more favour, the stalk of the
10804 red flower between his smiling teeth.
10805
10806 --May I say a word to your telephone, missy? he asked roguishly.
10807
10808 * * * * *
10809
10810 _--Ma!_ Almidano Artifoni said.
10811
10812 He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.
10813
10814 Two carfuls of tourists passed slowly, their women sitting fore,
10815 gripping the handrests. Palefaces. Men's arms frankly round their
10816 stunted forms. They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of
10817 the bank of Ireland where pigeons roocoocooed.
10818
10819 --_Anch'io ho avuto di queste idee, ALMIDANO ARTIFONI SAID, quand' ero
10820 giovine come Lei. Eppoi mi sono convinto che il mondo è una bestia.
10821 É peccato. Perchè la sua voce... sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via.
10822 Invece, Lei si sacrifica._
10823
10824 --_Sacrifizio incruento,_ Stephen said smiling, swaying his ashplant in
10825 slow swingswong from its midpoint, lightly.
10826
10827 _--Speriamo,_ the round mustachioed face said pleasantly. _Ma, dia retta
10828 a me. Ci rifletta_.
10829
10830 By the stern stone hand of Grattan, bidding halt, an Inchicore tram
10831 unloaded straggling Highland soldiers of a band.
10832
10833 --_Ci rifletterò,_ Stephen said, glancing down the solid trouserleg.
10834
10835 --_Ma, sul serio, eh?_ Almidano Artifoni said.
10836
10837 His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly. Human eyes. They gazed curiously
10838 an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram.
10839
10840 _--Eccolo,_ Almidano Artifoni said in friendly haste. _Venga a trovarmi
10841 e ci pensi. Addio, caro._
10842
10843 --_Arrivederla, maestro,_ Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand
10844 was freed. _E grazie._
10845
10846 --_Di che?_ Almidano Artifoni said. _Scusi, eh? Tante belle cose!_
10847
10848 Almidano Artifoni, holding up a baton of rolled music as a signal,
10849 trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. In vain he trotted,
10850 signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling
10851 implements of music through Trinity gates.
10852
10853 * * * * *
10854
10855 Miss Dunne hid the Capel street library copy of _The Woman in White_
10856 far back in her drawer and rolled a sheet of gaudy notepaper into her
10857 typewriter.
10858
10859 Too much mystery business in it. Is he in love with that one, Marion?
10860 Change it and get another by Mary Cecil Haye.
10861
10862 The disk shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased and ogled them:
10863 six.
10864
10865 Miss Dunne clicked on the keyboard:
10866
10867 --16 June 1904.
10868
10869 Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny's corner and the slab
10870 where Wolfe Tone's statue was not, eeled themselves turning H. E. L.
10871 Y.'S and plodded back as they had come.
10872
10873 Then she stared at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming
10874 soubrette, and, listlessly lolling, scribbled on the jotter sixteens and
10875 capital esses. Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. She's not nicelooking,
10876 is she? The way she's holding up her bit of a skirt. Wonder will that
10877 fellow be at the band tonight. If I could get that dressmaker to make a
10878 concertina skirt like Susy Nagle's. They kick out grand. Shannon and
10879 all the boatclub swells never took his eyes off her. Hope to goodness he
10880 won't keep me here till seven.
10881
10882 The telephone rang rudely by her ear.
10883
10884 --Hello. Yes, sir. No, sir. Yes, sir. I'll ring them up after five. Only
10885 those two, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool. All right, sir. Then I can go
10886 after six if you're not back. A quarter after. Yes, sir. Twentyseven and
10887 six. I'll tell him. Yes: one, seven, six.
10888
10889 She scribbled three figures on an envelope.
10890
10891 --Mr Boylan! Hello! That gentleman from SPORT was in looking for you. Mr
10892 Lenehan, yes. He said he'll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes, sir.
10893 I'll ring them up after five.
10894
10895 * * * * *
10896
10897 Two pink faces turned in the flare of the tiny torch.
10898
10899 --Who's that? Ned Lambert asked. Is that Crotty?
10900
10901 --Ringabella and Crosshaven, a voice replied groping for foothold.
10902
10903 --Hello, Jack, is that yourself? Ned Lambert said, raising in salute his
10904 pliant lath among the flickering arches. Come on. Mind your steps there.
10905
10906 The vesta in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long
10907 soft flame and was let fall. At their feet its red speck died: and
10908 mouldy air closed round them.
10909
10910 --How interesting! a refined accent said in the gloom.
10911
10912 --Yes, sir, Ned Lambert said heartily. We are standing in the historic
10913 council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed
10914 himself a rebel in 1534. This is the most historic spot in all Dublin.
10915 O'Madden Burke is going to write something about it one of these days.
10916 The old bank of Ireland was over the way till the time of the union and
10917 the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue
10918 over in Adelaide road. You were never here before, Jack, were you?
10919
10920 --No, Ned.
10921
10922 --He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said, if my memory
10923 serves me. The mansion of the Kildares was in Thomas court.
10924
10925 --That's right, Ned Lambert said. That's quite right, sir.
10926
10927 --If you will be so kind then, the clergyman said, the next time to
10928 allow me perhaps...
10929
10930 --Certainly, Ned Lambert said. Bring the camera whenever you like. I'll
10931 get those bags cleared away from the windows. You can take it from here
10932 or from here.
10933
10934 In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled
10935 seedbags and points of vantage on the floor.
10936
10937 From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.
10938
10939 --I'm deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said. I won't trespass
10940 on your valuable time...
10941
10942 --You're welcome, sir, Ned Lambert said. Drop in whenever you like. Next
10943 week, say. Can you see?
10944
10945 --Yes, yes. Good afternoon, Mr Lambert. Very pleased to have met you.
10946
10947 --Pleasure is mine, sir, Ned Lambert answered.
10948
10949 He followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away among
10950 the pillars. With J. J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's abbey
10951 where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal,
10952 O'Connor, Wexford.
10953
10954 He stood to read the card in his hand.
10955
10956 --The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. Present address: Saint
10957 Michael's, Sallins. Nice young chap he is. He's writing a book about the
10958 Fitzgeralds he told me. He's well up in history, faith.
10959
10960 The young woman with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging
10961 twig.
10962
10963 --I thought you were at a new gunpowder plot, J. J. O'Molloy said.
10964
10965 Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the air.
10966
10967 --God! he cried. I forgot to tell him that one about the earl of Kildare
10968 after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. You know that one? _I'm bloody
10969 sorry I did it,_ says he, _but I declare to God I thought the archbishop
10970 was inside._ He mightn't like it, though. What? God, I'll tell him
10971 anyhow. That was the great earl, the Fitzgerald Mor. Hot members they
10972 were all of them, the Geraldines.
10973
10974 The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness. He
10975 slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried:
10976
10977 --Woa, sonny!
10978
10979 He turned to J. J. O'Molloy and asked:
10980
10981 --Well, Jack. What is it? What's the trouble? Wait awhile. Hold hard.
10982
10983 With gaping mouth and head far back he stood still and, after an
10984 instant, sneezed loudly.
10985
10986 --Chow! he said. Blast you!
10987
10988 --The dust from those sacks, J. J. O'Molloy said politely.
10989
10990 --No, Ned Lambert gasped, I caught a... cold night before... blast
10991 your soul... night before last... and there was a hell of a lot of
10992 draught...
10993
10994 He held his handkerchief ready for the coming...
10995
10996 --I was... Glasnevin this morning... poor little... what do you call
10997 him... Chow!... Mother of Moses!
10998
10999 * * * * *
11000
11001 Tom Rochford took the top disk from the pile he clasped against his
11002 claret waistcoat.
11003
11004 --See? he said. Say it's turn six. In here, see. Turn Now On.
11005
11006 He slid it into the left slot for them. It shot down the groove, wobbled
11007 a while, ceased, ogling them: six.
11008
11009 Lawyers of the past, haughty, pleading, beheld pass from the
11010 consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying
11011 the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the
11012 admiralty division of king's bench to the court of appeal an elderly
11013 female with false teeth smiling incredulously and a black silk skirt of
11014 great amplitude.
11015
11016 --See? he said. See now the last one I put in is over here: Turns Over.
11017 The impact. Leverage, see?
11018
11019 He showed them the rising column of disks on the right.
11020
11021 --Smart idea, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. So a fellow coming in late
11022 can see what turn is on and what turns are over.
11023
11024 --See? Tom Rochford said.
11025
11026 He slid in a disk for himself: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop:
11027 four. Turn Now On.
11028
11029 --I'll see him now in the Ormond, Lenehan said, and sound him. One good
11030 turn deserves another.
11031
11032 --Do, Tom Rochford said. Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience.
11033
11034 --Goodnight, M'Coy said abruptly. When you two begin
11035
11036 Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.
11037
11038 --But how does it work here, Tommy? he asked.
11039
11040 --Tooraloo, Lenehan said. See you later.
11041
11042 He followed M'Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.
11043
11044 --He's a hero, he said simply.
11045
11046 --I know, M'Coy said. The drain, you mean.
11047
11048 --Drain? Lenehan said. It was down a manhole.
11049
11050 They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendall, charming
11051 soubrette, smiled on them from a poster a dauby smile.
11052
11053 Going down the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall
11054 Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole thing was. One of those manholes like
11055 a bloody gaspipe and there was the poor devil stuck down in it, half
11056 choked with sewer gas. Down went Tom Rochford anyhow, booky's vest and
11057 all, with the rope round him. And be damned but he got the rope round
11058 the poor devil and the two were hauled up.
11059
11060 --The act of a hero, he said.
11061
11062 At the Dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past
11063 them for Jervis street.
11064
11065 --This way, he said, walking to the right. I want to pop into Lynam's
11066 to see Sceptre's starting price. What's the time by your gold watch and
11067 chain?
11068
11069 M'Coy peered into Marcus Tertius Moses' sombre office, then at O'Neill's
11070 clock.
11071
11072 --After three, he said. Who's riding her?
11073
11074 --O. Madden, Lenehan said. And a game filly she is.
11075
11076 While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle
11077 pushes of his toe from the path to the gutter. Fellow might damn easy
11078 get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the dark.
11079
11080 The gates of the drive opened wide to give egress to the viceregal
11081 cavalcade.
11082
11083 --Even money, Lenehan said returning. I knocked against Bantam Lyons
11084 in there going to back a bloody horse someone gave him that hasn't an
11085 earthly. Through here.
11086
11087 They went up the steps and under Merchants' arch. A darkbacked figure
11088 scanned books on the hawker's cart.
11089
11090 --There he is, Lenehan said.
11091
11092 --Wonder what he's buying, M'Coy said, glancing behind.
11093
11094 --_Leopoldo or the Bloom is on the Rye,_ Lenehan said.
11095
11096 --He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said. I was with him one day and he
11097 bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. There were
11098 fine plates in it worth double the money, the stars and the moon and
11099 comets with long tails. Astronomy it was about.
11100
11101 Lenehan laughed.
11102
11103 --I'll tell you a damn good one about comets' tails, he said. Come over
11104 in the sun.
11105
11106 They crossed to the metal bridge and went along Wellington quay by the
11107 riverwall.
11108
11109 Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam came out of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's,
11110 carrying a pound and a half of porksteaks.
11111
11112 --There was a long spread out at Glencree reformatory, Lenehan said
11113 eagerly. The annual dinner, you know. Boiled shirt affair. The lord
11114 mayor was there, Val Dillon it was, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan
11115 Dawson spoke and there was music. Bartell d'Arcy sang and Benjamin
11116 Dollard...
11117
11118 --I know, M'Coy broke in. My missus sang there once.
11119
11120 --Did she? Lenehan said.
11121
11122 A card _Unfurnished Apartments_ reappeared on the windowsash of number 7
11123 Eccles street.
11124
11125 He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.
11126
11127 --But wait till I tell you, he said. Delahunt of Camden street had the
11128 catering and yours truly was chief bottlewasher. Bloom and the wife were
11129 there. Lashings of stuff we put up: port wine and sherry and curacao to
11130 which we did ample justice. Fast and furious it was. After liquids came
11131 solids. Cold joints galore and mince pies...
11132
11133 --I know, M'Coy said. The year the missus was there...
11134
11135 Lenehan linked his arm warmly.
11136
11137 --But wait till I tell you, he said. We had a midnight lunch too after
11138 all the jollification and when we sallied forth it was blue o'clock the
11139 morning after the night before. Coming home it was a gorgeous winter's
11140 night on the Featherbed Mountain. Bloom and Chris Callinan were on one
11141 side of the car and I was with the wife on the other. We started singing
11142 glees and duets: _Lo, the early beam of morning_. She was well primed
11143 with a good load of Delahunt's port under her bellyband. Every jolt the
11144 bloody car gave I had her bumping up against me. Hell's delights! She
11145 has a fine pair, God bless her. Like that.
11146
11147 He held his caved hands a cubit from him, frowning:
11148
11149 --I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the time.
11150 Know what I mean?
11151
11152 His hands moulded ample curves of air. He shut his eyes tight in
11153 delight, his body shrinking, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips.
11154
11155 --The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a sigh. She's a gamey
11156 mare and no mistake. Bloom was pointing out all the stars and the comets
11157 in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the jarvey: the great bear and
11158 Hercules and the dragon, and the whole jingbang lot. But, by God, I was
11159 lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At last
11160 she spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. _And what star is that,
11161 Poldy?_ says she. By God, she had Bloom cornered. _That one, is it?_
11162 says Chris Callinan, _sure that's only what you might call a pinprick._
11163 By God, he wasn't far wide of the mark.
11164
11165 Lenehan stopped and leaned on the riverwall, panting with soft laughter.
11166
11167 --I'm weak, he gasped.
11168
11169 M'Coy's white face smiled about it at instants and grew grave. Lenehan
11170 walked on again. He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his hindhead
11171 rapidly. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M'Coy.
11172
11173 --He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, he said seriously. He's not one
11174 of your common or garden... you know... There's a touch of the artist
11175 about old Bloom.
11176
11177 * * * * *
11178
11179 Mr Bloom turned over idly pages of _The Awful Disclosures of Maria
11180 Monk,_ then of Aristotle's _Masterpiece._ Crooked botched print. Plates:
11181 infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered
11182 cows. Lots of them like that at this moment all over the world. All
11183 butting with their skulls to get out of it. Child born every minute
11184 somewhere. Mrs Purefoy.
11185
11186 He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: _Tales of the Ghetto_
11187 by Leopold von Sacher Masoch.
11188
11189 --That I had, he said, pushing it by.
11190
11191 The shopman let two volumes fall on the counter.
11192
11193 --Them are two good ones, he said.
11194
11195 Onions of his breath came across the counter out of his ruined mouth.
11196 He bent to make a bundle of the other books, hugged them against his
11197 unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain.
11198
11199 On O'Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay
11200 apparel of Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c.
11201
11202 Mr Bloom, alone, looked at the titles. _Fair Tyrants_ by James
11203 Lovebirch. Know the kind that is. Had it? Yes.
11204
11205 He opened it. Thought so.
11206
11207 A woman's voice behind the dingy curtain. Listen: the man.
11208
11209 No: she wouldn't like that much. Got her it once.
11210
11211 He read the other title: _Sweets of Sin_. More in her line. Let us see.
11212
11213 He read where his finger opened.
11214
11215 _--All the dollarbills her husband gave her were spent in the stores on
11216 wondrous gowns and costliest frillies. For him! For raoul!_
11217
11218 Yes. This. Here. Try.
11219
11220 --_Her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands
11221 felt for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé._
11222
11223 Yes. Take this. The end.
11224
11225 --_You are late, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a suspicious glare.
11226 The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap, displaying her
11227 queenly shoulders and heaving embonpoint. An imperceptible smile played
11228 round her perfect lips as she turned to him calmly._
11229
11230 Mr Bloom read again: _The beautiful woman._
11231
11232 Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yielded amply
11233 amid rumpled clothes: whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils arched
11234 themselves for prey. Melting breast ointments (_for Him! For Raoul!_).
11235 Armpits' oniony sweat. Fishgluey slime (_her heaving embonpoint!_).
11236 Feel! Press! Crushed! Sulphur dung of lions!
11237
11238 Young! Young!
11239
11240 An elderly female, no more young, left the building of the courts of
11241 chancery, king's bench, exchequer and common pleas, having heard in
11242 the lord chancellor's court the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the
11243 admiralty division the summons, exparte motion, of the owners of the
11244 Lady Cairns versus the owners of the barque Mona, in the court of appeal
11245 reservation of judgment in the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident
11246 and Guarantee Corporation.
11247
11248 Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy
11249 curtains. The shopman's uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven
11250 reddened face, coughing. He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the
11251 floor. He put his boot on what he had spat, wiping his sole along it,
11252 and bent, showing a rawskinned crown, scantily haired.
11253
11254 Mr Bloom beheld it.
11255
11256 Mastering his troubled breath, he said:
11257
11258 --I'll take this one.
11259
11260 The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum.
11261
11262 --_Sweets of Sin,_ he said, tapping on it. That's a good one.
11263
11264 * * * * *
11265
11266 The lacquey by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell
11267 twice again and viewed himself in the chalked mirror of the cabinet.
11268
11269 Dilly Dedalus, loitering by the curbstone, heard the beats of the
11270 bell, the cries of the auctioneer within. Four and nine. Those lovely
11271 curtains. Five shillings. Cosy curtains. Selling new at two guineas. Any
11272 advance on five shillings? Going for five shillings.
11273
11274 The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it:
11275
11276 --Barang!
11277
11278 Bang of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint.
11279 J. A. Jackson, W. E. Wylie, A. Munro and H. T. Gahan, their stretched
11280 necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the College library.
11281
11282 Mr Dedalus, tugging a long moustache, came round from Williams's row. He
11283 halted near his daughter.
11284
11285 --It's time for you, she said.
11286
11287 --Stand up straight for the love of the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said.
11288 Are you trying to imitate your uncle John, the cornetplayer, head upon
11289 shoulder? Melancholy God!
11290
11291 Dilly shrugged her shoulders. Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them and
11292 held them back.
11293
11294 --Stand up straight, girl, he said. You'll get curvature of the spine.
11295 Do you know what you look like?
11296
11297 He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his shoulders
11298 and dropping his underjaw.
11299
11300 --Give it up, father, Dilly said. All the people are looking at you.
11301
11302 Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache.
11303
11304 --Did you get any money? Dilly asked.
11305
11306 --Where would I get money? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin
11307 would lend me fourpence.
11308
11309 --You got some, Dilly said, looking in his eyes.
11310
11311 --How do you know that? Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.
11312
11313 Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked, walked boldly along
11314 James's street.
11315
11316 --I know you did, Dilly answered. Were you in the Scotch house now?
11317
11318 --I was not, then, Mr Dedalus said, smiling. Was it the little nuns
11319 taught you to be so saucy? Here.
11320
11321 He handed her a shilling.
11322
11323 --See if you can do anything with that, he said.
11324
11325 --I suppose you got five, Dilly said. Give me more than that.
11326
11327 --Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus said threateningly. You're like the rest of
11328 them, are you? An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother
11329 died. But wait awhile. You'll all get a short shrift and a long day from
11330 me. Low blackguardism! I'm going to get rid of you. Wouldn't care if I
11331 was stretched out stiff. He's dead. The man upstairs is dead.
11332
11333 He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.
11334
11335 --Well, what is it? he said, stopping.
11336
11337 The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs.
11338
11339 --Barang!
11340
11341 --Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him.
11342
11343 The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his bell but
11344 feebly:
11345
11346 --Bang!
11347
11348 Mr Dedalus stared at him.
11349
11350 --Watch him, he said. It's instructive. I wonder will he allow us to
11351 talk.
11352
11353 --You got more than that, father, Dilly said.
11354
11355 --I'm going to show you a little trick, Mr Dedalus said. I'll leave
11356 you all where Jesus left the jews. Look, there's all I have. I got
11357 two shillings from Jack Power and I spent twopence for a shave for the
11358 funeral.
11359
11360 He drew forth a handful of copper coins, nervously.
11361
11362 --Can't you look for some money somewhere? Dilly said.
11363
11364 Mr Dedalus thought and nodded.
11365
11366 --I will, he said gravely. I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell
11367 street. I'll try this one now.
11368
11369 --You're very funny, Dilly said, grinning.
11370
11371 --Here, Mr Dedalus said, handing her two pennies. Get a glass of milk
11372 for yourself and a bun or a something. I'll be home shortly.
11373
11374 He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.
11375
11376 The viceregal cavalcade passed, greeted by obsequious policemen, out of
11377 Parkgate.
11378
11379 --I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said.
11380
11381 The lacquey banged loudly.
11382
11383 Mr Dedalus amid the din walked off, murmuring to himself with a pursing
11384 mincing mouth gently:
11385
11386 --The little nuns! Nice little things! O, sure they wouldn't do
11387 anything! O, sure they wouldn't really! Is it little sister Monica!
11388
11389 * * * * *
11390
11391 From the sundial towards James's gate walked Mr Kernan, pleased with the
11392 order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street,
11393 past Shackleton's offices. Got round him all right. How do you do, Mr
11394 Crimmins? First rate, sir. I was afraid you might be up in your other
11395 establishment in Pimlico. How are things going? Just keeping alive.
11396 Lovely weather we're having. Yes, indeed. Good for the country. Those
11397 farmers are always grumbling. I'll just take a thimbleful of your best
11398 gin, Mr Crimmins. A small gin, sir. Yes, sir. Terrible affair that
11399 General Slocum explosion. Terrible, terrible! A thousand casualties. And
11400 heartrending scenes. Men trampling down women and children. Most brutal
11401 thing. What do they say was the cause? Spontaneous combustion. Most
11402 scandalous revelation. Not a single lifeboat would float and the
11403 firehose all burst. What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever
11404 allowed a boat like that... Now, you're talking straight, Mr Crimmins.
11405 You know why? Palm oil. Is that a fact? Without a doubt. Well now, look
11406 at that. And America they say is the land of the free. I thought we were
11407 bad here.
11408
11409 I smiled at him. _America,_ I said quietly, just like that. _What is
11410 it? The sweepings of every country including our own. Isn't that true?_
11411 That's a fact.
11412
11413 Graft, my dear sir. Well, of course, where there's money going there's
11414 always someone to pick it up.
11415
11416 Saw him looking at my frockcoat. Dress does it. Nothing like a dressy
11417 appearance. Bowls them over.
11418
11419 --Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things?
11420
11421 --Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.
11422
11423 Mr Kernan halted and preened himself before the sloping mirror of Peter
11424 Kennedy, hairdresser. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. Scott of Dawson
11425 street. Well worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it. Never built
11426 under three guineas. Fits me down to the ground. Some Kildare street
11427 club toff had it probably. John Mulligan, the manager of the Hibernian
11428 bank, gave me a very sharp eye yesterday on Carlisle bridge as if he
11429 remembered me.
11430
11431 Aham! Must dress the character for those fellows. Knight of the road.
11432 Gentleman. And now, Mr Crimmins, may we have the honour of your custom
11433 again, sir. The cup that cheers but not inebriates, as the old saying
11434 has it.
11435
11436 North wall and sir John Rogerson's quay, with hulls and anchorchains,
11437 sailing westward, sailed by a skiff, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the
11438 ferrywash, Elijah is coming.
11439
11440 Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. High colour, of course.
11441 Grizzled moustache. Returned Indian officer. Bravely he bore his stumpy
11442 body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Is that Ned
11443 Lambert's brother over the way, Sam? What? Yes. He's as like it as damn
11444 it. No. The windscreen of that motorcar in the sun there. Just a flash
11445 like that. Damn like him.
11446
11447 Aham! Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath. Good
11448 drop of gin, that was. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his
11449 fat strut.
11450
11451 Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered. Greasy black rope.
11452 Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant's wife
11453 drove by in her noddy.
11454
11455 Bad times those were. Well, well. Over and done with. Great topers too.
11456 Fourbottle men.
11457
11458 Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan's? Or no, there was a midnight
11459 burial in Glasnevin. Corpse brought in through a secret door in the
11460 wall. Dignam is there now. Went out in a puff. Well, well. Better turn
11461 down here. Make a detour.
11462
11463 Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by
11464 the corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom. Outside the Dublin
11465 Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood,
11466 the reins knotted to the wheel. Damn dangerous thing. Some Tipperary
11467 bosthoon endangering the lives of the citizens. Runaway horse.
11468
11469 Denis Breen with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John
11470 Henry Menton's office, led his wife over O'Connell bridge, bound for the
11471 office of Messrs Collis and Ward.
11472
11473 Mr Kernan approached Island street.
11474
11475 Times of the troubles. Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those
11476 reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington. When you look back on it all
11477 now in a kind of retrospective arrangement. Gaming at Daly's. No
11478 cardsharping then. One of those fellows got his hand nailed to the table
11479 by a dagger. Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major
11480 Sirr. Stables behind Moira house.
11481
11482 Damn good gin that was.
11483
11484 Fine dashing young nobleman. Good stock, of course. That ruffian, that
11485 sham squire, with his violet gloves gave him away. Course they were
11486 on the wrong side. They rose in dark and evil days. Fine poem that
11487 is: Ingram. They were gentlemen. Ben Dollard does sing that ballad
11488 touchingly. Masterly rendition.
11489
11490 _At the siege of Ross did my father fall._
11491
11492 A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders leaping,
11493 leaping in their, in their saddles. Frockcoats. Cream sunshades.
11494
11495 Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily.
11496
11497 His Excellency! Too bad! Just missed that by a hair. Damn it! What a
11498 pity!
11499
11500 * * * * *
11501
11502 Stephen Dedalus watched through the webbed window the lapidary's fingers
11503 prove a timedulled chain. Dust webbed the window and the showtrays. Dust
11504 darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Dust slept
11505 on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on rubies,
11506 leprous and winedark stones.
11507
11508 Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights
11509 shining in the darkness. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of
11510 their brows. Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest
11511 them.
11512
11513 She dances in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. A sailorman,
11514 rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her. A long and seafed
11515 silent rut. She dances, capers, wagging her sowish haunches and her
11516 hips, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg.
11517
11518 Old Russell with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it
11519 and held it at the point of his Moses' beard. Grandfather ape gloating
11520 on a stolen hoard.
11521
11522 And you who wrest old images from the burial earth? The brainsick words
11523 of sophists: Antisthenes. A lore of drugs. Orient and immortal wheat
11524 standing from everlasting to everlasting.
11525
11526 Two old women fresh from their whiff of the briny trudged through
11527 Irishtown along London bridge road, one with a sanded tired umbrella,
11528 one with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.
11529
11530 The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the
11531 powerhouse urged Stephen to be on. Beingless beings. Stop! Throb always
11532 without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I
11533 between them. Where? Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I.
11534 Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me
11535 you who can. Bawd and butcher were the words. I say! Not yet awhile. A
11536 look around.
11537
11538 Yes, quite true. Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time. You say
11539 right, sir. A Monday morning, 'twas so, indeed.
11540
11541 Stephen went down Bedford row, the handle of the ash clacking against
11542 his shoulderblade. In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan
11543 boxing Sayers held his eye. Staring backers with square hats stood
11544 round the roped prizering. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed
11545 gently each to other his bulbous fists. And they are throbbing: heroes'
11546 hearts.
11547
11548 He turned and halted by the slanted bookcart.
11549
11550 --Twopence each, the huckster said. Four for sixpence.
11551
11552 Tattered pages. _The Irish Beekeeper. Life and Miracles of the Curé of
11553 Ars. Pocket Guide to Killarney._
11554
11555 I might find here one of my pawned schoolprizes. _Stephano Dedalo,
11556 alumno optimo, palmam ferenti._
11557
11558 Father Conmee, having read his little hours, walked through the hamlet
11559 of Donnycarney, murmuring vespers.
11560
11561 Binding too good probably. What is this? Eighth and ninth book of Moses.
11562 Secret of all secrets. Seal of King David. Thumbed pages: read and read.
11563 Who has passed here before me? How to soften chapped hands. Recipe for
11564 white wine vinegar. How to win a woman's love. For me this. Say the
11565 following talisman three times with hands folded:
11566
11567 --_Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Amor me solo! Sanktus! Amen._
11568
11569 Who wrote this? Charms and invocations of the most blessed abbot Peter
11570 Salanka to all true believers divulged. As good as any other abbot's
11571 charms, as mumbling Joachim's. Down, baldynoddle, or we'll wool your
11572 wool.
11573
11574 --What are you doing here, Stephen?
11575
11576 Dilly's high shoulders and shabby dress.
11577
11578 Shut the book quick. Don't let see.
11579
11580 --What are you doing? Stephen said.
11581
11582 A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides. It
11583 glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. I told her
11584 of Paris. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a
11585 pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token. _Nebrakada femininum._
11586
11587 --What have you there? Stephen asked.
11588
11589 --I bought it from the other cart for a penny, Dilly said, laughing
11590 nervously. Is it any good?
11591
11592 My eyes they say she has. Do others see me so? Quick, far and daring.
11593 Shadow of my mind.
11594
11595 He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal's French primer.
11596
11597 --What did you buy that for? he asked. To learn French?
11598
11599 She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips.
11600
11601 Show no surprise. Quite natural.
11602
11603 --Here, Stephen said. It's all right. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you.
11604 I suppose all my books are gone.
11605
11606 --Some, Dilly said. We had to.
11607
11608 She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will
11609 drown me with her, eyes and hair. Lank coils of seaweed hair around me,
11610 my heart, my soul. Salt green death.
11611
11612 We.
11613
11614 Agenbite of inwit. Inwit's agenbite.
11615
11616 Misery! Misery!
11617
11618 * * * * *
11619
11620 --Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things?
11621
11622 --Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.
11623
11624 They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's. Father Cowley
11625 brushed his moustache often downward with a scooping hand.
11626
11627 --What's the best news? Mr Dedalus said.
11628
11629 --Why then not much, Father Cowley said. I'm barricaded up, Simon, with
11630 two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance.
11631
11632 --Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Who is it?
11633
11634 --O, Father Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.
11635
11636 --With a broken back, is it? Mr Dedalus asked.
11637
11638 --The same, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Reuben of that ilk. I'm just
11639 waiting for Ben Dollard. He's going to say a word to long John to get
11640 him to take those two men off. All I want is a little time.
11641
11642 He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in
11643 his neck.
11644
11645 --I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He's always
11646 doing a good turn for someone. Hold hard!
11647
11648 He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.
11649
11650 --There he is, by God, he said, arse and pockets.
11651
11652 Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops
11653 crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards
11654 them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails.
11655
11656 As he came near Mr Dedalus greeted:
11657
11658 --Hold that fellow with the bad trousers.
11659
11660 --Hold him now, Ben Dollard said.
11661
11662 Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben
11663 Dollard's figure. Then, turning to Father Cowley with a nod, he muttered
11664 sneeringly:
11665
11666 --That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for a summer's day?
11667
11668 --Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben Dollard growled furiously, I
11669 threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw.
11670
11671 He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on his roomy clothes
11672 from points of which Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying:
11673
11674 --They were made for a man in his health, Ben, anyhow.
11675
11676 --Bad luck to the jewman that made them, Ben Dollard said. Thanks be to
11677 God he's not paid yet.
11678
11679 --And how is that _basso profondo_, Benjamin? Father Cowley asked.
11680
11681 Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, murmuring,
11682 glassyeyed, strode past the Kildare street club.
11683
11684 Ben Dollard frowned and, making suddenly a chanter's mouth, gave forth a
11685 deep note.
11686
11687 --Aw! he said.
11688
11689 --That's the style, Mr Dedalus said, nodding to its drone.
11690
11691 --What about that? Ben Dollard said. Not too dusty? What?
11692
11693 He turned to both.
11694
11695 --That'll do, Father Cowley said, nodding also.
11696
11697 The reverend Hugh C. Love walked from the old chapterhouse of saint
11698 Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by
11699 Geraldines tall and personable, towards the Tholsel beyond the ford of
11700 hurdles.
11701
11702 Ben Dollard with a heavy list towards the shopfronts led them forward,
11703 his joyful fingers in the air.
11704
11705 --Come along with me to the subsheriff's office, he said. I want to
11706 show you the new beauty Rock has for a bailiff. He's a cross between
11707 Lobengula and Lynchehaun. He's well worth seeing, mind you. Come along.
11708 I saw John Henry Menton casually in the Bodega just now and it will cost
11709 me a fall if I don't... Wait awhile... We're on the right lay, Bob,
11710 believe you me.
11711
11712 --For a few days tell him, Father Cowley said anxiously.
11713
11714 Ben Dollard halted and stared, his loud orifice open, a dangling button
11715 of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the
11716 heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.
11717
11718 --What few days? he boomed. Hasn't your landlord distrained for rent?
11719
11720 --He has, Father Cowley said.
11721
11722 --Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed on, Ben
11723 Dollard said. The landlord has the prior claim. I gave him all the
11724 particulars. 29 Windsor avenue. Love is the name?
11725
11726 --That's right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He's a
11727 minister in the country somewhere. But are you sure of that?
11728
11729 --You can tell Barabbas from me, Ben Dollard said, that he can put that
11730 writ where Jacko put the nuts.
11731
11732 He led Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk.
11733
11734 --Filberts I believe they were, Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his
11735 glasses on his coatfront, following them.
11736
11737 * * * * *
11738
11739 --The youngster will be all right, Martin Cunningham said, as they
11740 passed out of the Castleyard gate.
11741
11742 The policeman touched his forehead.
11743
11744 --God bless you, Martin Cunningham said, cheerily.
11745
11746 He signed to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the reins and set on
11747 towards Lord Edward street.
11748
11749 Bronze by gold, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head, appeared above
11750 the crossblind of the Ormond hotel.
11751
11752 --Yes, Martin Cunningham said, fingering his beard. I wrote to Father
11753 Conmee and laid the whole case before him.
11754
11755 --You could try our friend, Mr Power suggested backward.
11756
11757 --Boyd? Martin Cunningham said shortly. Touch me not.
11758
11759 John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list, came after them
11760 quickly down Cork hill.
11761
11762 On the steps of the City hall Councillor Nannetti, descending, hailed
11763 Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abraham Lyon ascending.
11764
11765 The castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street.
11766
11767 --Look here, Martin, John Wyse Nolan said, overtaking them at the _Mail_
11768 office. I see Bloom put his name down for five shillings.
11769
11770 --Quite right, Martin Cunningham said, taking the list. And put down the
11771 five shillings too.
11772
11773 --Without a second word either, Mr Power said.
11774
11775 --Strange but true, Martin Cunningham added.
11776
11777 John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes.
11778
11779 --I'll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted, elegantly.
11780
11781 They went down Parliament street.
11782
11783 --There's Jimmy Henry, Mr Power said, just heading for Kavanagh's.
11784
11785 --Righto, Martin Cunningham said. Here goes.
11786
11787 Outside _la Maison Claire_ Blazes Boylan waylaid Jack Mooney's
11788 brother-in-law, humpy, tight, making for the liberties.
11789
11790 John Wyse Nolan fell back with Mr Power, while Martin Cunningham took
11791 the elbow of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit, who walked
11792 uncertainly, with hasty steps past Micky Anderson's watches.
11793
11794 --The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some trouble, John
11795 Wyse Nolan told Mr Power.
11796
11797 They followed round the corner towards James Kavanagh's winerooms. The
11798 empty castle car fronted them at rest in Essex gate. Martin Cunningham,
11799 speaking always, showed often the list at which Jimmy Henry did not
11800 glance.
11801
11802 --And long John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan said, as large as
11803 life.
11804
11805 The tall form of long John Fanning filled the doorway where he stood.
11806
11807 --Good day, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham said, as all halted and
11808 greeted.
11809
11810 Long John Fanning made no way for them. He removed his large Henry Clay
11811 decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all
11812 their faces.
11813
11814 --Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? he
11815 said with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk.
11816
11817 Hell open to christians they were having, Jimmy Henry said pettishly,
11818 about their damned Irish language. Where was the marshal, he wanted
11819 to know, to keep order in the council chamber. And old Barlow the
11820 macebearer laid up with asthma, no mace on the table, nothing in order,
11821 no quorum even, and Hutchinson, the lord mayor, in Llandudno and little
11822 Lorcan Sherlock doing _locum tenens_ for him. Damned Irish language,
11823 language of our forefathers.
11824
11825 Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.
11826
11827 Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to the
11828 assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while John Wyse Nolan held his
11829 peace.
11830
11831 --What Dignam was that? long John Fanning asked.
11832
11833 Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot.
11834
11835 --O, my corns! he said plaintively. Come upstairs for goodness' sake
11836 till I sit down somewhere. Uff! Ooo! Mind!
11837
11838 Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning's flank and
11839 passed in and up the stairs.
11840
11841 --Come on up, Martin Cunningham said to the subsheriff. I don't think
11842 you knew him or perhaps you did, though.
11843
11844 With John Wyse Nolan Mr Power followed them in.
11845
11846 --Decent little soul he was, Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long
11847 John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning in the mirror.
11848
11849 --Rather lowsized. Dignam of Menton's office that was, Martin Cunningham
11850 said.
11851
11852 Long John Fanning could not remember him.
11853
11854 Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the air.
11855
11856 --What's that? Martin Cunningham said.
11857
11858 All turned where they stood. John Wyse Nolan came down again. From the
11859 cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street,
11860 harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. Gaily they went past
11861 before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly. In saddles of the leaders,
11862 leaping leaders, rode outriders.
11863
11864 --What was it? Martin Cunningham asked, as they went on up the
11865 staircase.
11866
11867 --The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse
11868 Nolan answered from the stairfoot.
11869
11870 * * * * *
11871
11872 As they trod across the thick carpet Buck Mulligan whispered behind his
11873 Panama to Haines:
11874
11875 --Parnell's brother. There in the corner.
11876
11877 They chose a small table near the window, opposite a longfaced man whose
11878 beard and gaze hung intently down on a chessboard.
11879
11880 --Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.
11881
11882 --Yes, Mulligan said. That's John Howard, his brother, our city marshal.
11883
11884 John Howard Parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his grey claw
11885 went up again to his forehead whereat it rested. An instant after, under
11886 its screen, his eyes looked quickly, ghostbright, at his foe and fell
11887 once more upon a working corner.
11888
11889 --I'll take a _mélange,_ Haines said to the waitress.
11890
11891 --Two _mélanges,_ Buck Mulligan said. And bring us some scones and
11892 butter and some cakes as well.
11893
11894 When she had gone he said, laughing:
11895
11896 --We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes. O, but you missed
11897 Dedalus on _Hamlet._
11898
11899 Haines opened his newbought book.
11900
11901 --I'm sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all
11902 minds that have lost their balance.
11903
11904 The onelegged sailor growled at the area of 14 Nelson street:
11905
11906 --_England expects_...
11907
11908 Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.
11909
11910 --You should see him, he said, when his body loses its balance.
11911 Wandering Aengus I call him.
11912
11913 --I am sure he has an _idée fixe,_ Haines said, pinching his chin
11914 thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger. Now I am speculating what it
11915 would be likely to be. Such persons always have.
11916
11917 Buck Mulligan bent across the table gravely.
11918
11919 --They drove his wits astray, he said, by visions of hell. He will never
11920 capture the Attic note. The note of Swinburne, of all poets, the white
11921 death and the ruddy birth. That is his tragedy. He can never be a poet.
11922 The joy of creation...
11923
11924 --Eternal punishment, Haines said, nodding curtly. I see. I tackled him
11925 this morning on belief. There was something on his mind, I saw.
11926 It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an
11927 interesting point out of that.
11928
11929 Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her to
11930 unload her tray.
11931
11932 --He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, amid
11933 the cheerful cups. The moral idea seems lacking, the sense of destiny,
11934 of retribution. Rather strange he should have just that fixed idea. Does
11935 he write anything for your movement?
11936
11937 He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream.
11938 Buck Mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter over its
11939 smoking pith. He bit off a soft piece hungrily.
11940
11941 --Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write
11942 something in ten years.
11943
11944 --Seems a long way off, Haines said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon.
11945 Still, I shouldn't wonder if he did after all.
11946
11947 He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.
11948
11949 --This is real Irish cream I take it, he said with forbearance. I don't
11950 want to be imposed on.
11951
11952 Elijah, skiff, light crumpled throwaway, sailed eastward by flanks of
11953 ships and trawlers, amid an archipelago of corks, beyond new Wapping
11954 street past Benson's ferry, and by the threemasted schooner _Rosevean_
11955 from Bridgwater with bricks.
11956
11957 * * * * *
11958
11959 Almidano Artifoni walked past Holles street, past Sewell's yard.
11960 Behind him Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, with
11961 stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's
11962 house and, crossing, walked along Merrion square. Distantly behind him a
11963 blind stripling tapped his way by the wall of College park.
11964
11965 Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell walked as far as
11966 Mr Lewis Werner's cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along
11967 Merrion square, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling.
11968
11969 At the corner of Wilde's house he halted, frowned at Elijah's name
11970 announced on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the distant pleasance of
11971 duke's lawn. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun. With ratsteeth
11972 bared he muttered:
11973
11974 --_Coactus volui._
11975
11976 He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word.
11977
11978 As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his dustcoat
11979 brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept onwards,
11980 having buffeted a thewless body. The blind stripling turned his sickly
11981 face after the striding form.
11982
11983 --God's curse on you, he said sourly, whoever you are! You're blinder
11984 nor I am, you bitch's bastard!
11985
11986 * * * * *
11987
11988 Opposite Ruggy O'Donohoe's Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, pawing the
11989 pound and a half of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, porksteaks he had been
11990 sent for, went along warm Wicklow street dawdling. It was too blooming
11991 dull sitting in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley and Mrs
11992 MacDowell and the blind down and they all at their sniffles and sipping
11993 sups of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from Tunney's.
11994 And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole
11995 blooming time and sighing.
11996
11997 After Wicklow lane the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress milliner,
11998 stopped him. He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to their
11999 pelts and putting up their props. From the sidemirrors two mourning
12000 Masters Dignam gaped silently. Myler Keogh, Dublin's pet lamb, will
12001 meet sergeantmajor Bennett, the Portobello bruiser, for a purse of fifty
12002 sovereigns. Gob, that'd be a good pucking match to see. Myler Keogh,
12003 that's the chap sparring out to him with the green sash. Two bar
12004 entrance, soldiers half price. I could easy do a bunk on ma. Master
12005 Dignam on his left turned as he turned. That's me in mourning. When
12006 is it? May the twentysecond. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He
12007 turned to the right and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry,
12008 his collar sticking up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the
12009 image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers. One
12010 of them mots that do be in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old
12011 fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out.
12012
12013 Master Dignam got his collar down and dawdled on. The best pucker going
12014 for strength was Fitzsimons. One puck in the wind from that fellow would
12015 knock you into the middle of next week, man. But the best pucker for
12016 science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of
12017 him, dodging and all.
12018
12019 In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff's mouth and
12020 a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was
12021 telling him and grinning all the time.
12022
12023 No Sandymount tram.
12024
12025 Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to
12026 his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down. The
12027 blooming stud was too small for the buttonhole of the shirt, blooming
12028 end to it. He met schoolboys with satchels. I'm not going tomorrow
12029 either, stay away till Monday. He met other schoolboys. Do they notice
12030 I'm in mourning? Uncle Barney said he'd get it into the paper tonight.
12031 Then they'll all see it in the paper and read my name printed and pa's
12032 name.
12033
12034 His face got all grey instead of being red like it was and there was a
12035 fly walking over it up to his eye. The scrunch that was when they
12036 were screwing the screws into the coffin: and the bumps when they were
12037 bringing it downstairs.
12038
12039 Pa was inside it and ma crying in the parlour and uncle Barney telling
12040 the men how to get it round the bend. A big coffin it was, and high and
12041 heavylooking. How was that? The last night pa was boosed he was standing
12042 on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for
12043 to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt. Never see him
12044 again. Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to be
12045 a good son to ma. I couldn't hear the other things he said but I saw
12046 his tongue and his teeth trying to say it better. Poor pa. That was
12047 Mr Dignam, my father. I hope he's in purgatory now because he went to
12048 confession to Father Conroy on Saturday night.
12049
12050 * * * * *
12051
12052 William Humble, earl of Dudley, and lady Dudley, accompanied by
12053 lieutenantcolonel Heseltine, drove out after luncheon from the viceregal
12054 lodge. In the following carriage were the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss de
12055 Courcy and the honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C. in attendance.
12056
12057 The cavalcade passed out by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted by
12058 obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern
12059 quays. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way through the
12060 metropolis. At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted
12061 him vainly from afar Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges lord Dudley's
12062 viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr Dudley White, B.
12063 L., M. A., who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M. E. White's, the
12064 pawnbroker's, at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with
12065 his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough
12066 more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot
12067 through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus. In the
12068 porch of Four Courts Richie Goulding with the costbag of Goulding,
12069 Collis and Ward saw him with surprise. Past Richmond bridge at the
12070 doorstep of the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the
12071 Patriotic Insurance Company, an elderly female about to enter changed
12072 her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously
12073 on the representative of His Majesty. From its sluice in Wood quay wall
12074 under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of
12075 liquid sewage. Above the crossblind of the Ormond hotel, gold by bronze,
12076 Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head watched and admired. On Ormond
12077 quay Mr Simon Dedalus, steering his way from the greenhouse for the
12078 subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat low.
12079 His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. From Cahill's
12080 corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M.A., made obeisance unperceived,
12081 mindful of lords deputies whose hands benignant had held of yore rich
12082 advowsons. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy, taking leave of each
12083 other, watched the carriages go by. Passing by Roger Greene's office and
12084 Dollard's big red printinghouse Gerty MacDowell, carrying the Catesby's
12085 cork lino letters for her father who was laid up, knew by the style
12086 it was the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see what Her
12087 Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow furniture van
12088 had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant.
12089 Beyond Lundy Foot's from the shaded door of Kavanagh's winerooms
12090 John Wyse Nolan smiled with unseen coldness towards the lord
12091 lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland. The Right Honourable
12092 William Humble, earl of Dudley, G. C. V. O., passed Micky Anderson's all
12093 times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited freshcheeked
12094 models, the gentleman Henry, _dernier cri_ James. Over against Dame gate
12095 Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the cavalcade. Tom
12096 Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him, took his thumbs
12097 quickly out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap to
12098 her. A charming _soubrette,_ great Marie Kendall, with dauby cheeks and
12099 lifted skirt smiled daubily from her poster upon William Humble, earl
12100 of Dudley, and upon lieutenantcolonel H. G. Heseltine, and also upon
12101 the honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C. From the window of the D. B. C. Buck
12102 Mulligan gaily, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the viceregal equipage
12103 over the shoulders of eager guests, whose mass of forms darkened the
12104 chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently. In Fownes's
12105 street Dilly Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal's first
12106 French primer, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the
12107 glare. John Henry Menton, filling the doorway of Commercial Buildings,
12108 stared from winebig oyster eyes, holding a fat gold hunter watch not
12109 looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it. Where the foreleg of King
12110 Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband
12111 back from under the hoofs of the outriders. She shouted in his ear the
12112 tidings. Understanding, he shifted his tomes to his left breast
12113 and saluted the second carriage. The honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C.,
12114 agreeably surprised, made haste to reply. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded
12115 white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind
12116 him, E.L.Y'S, while outriders pranced past and carriages. Opposite
12117 Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c,
12118 gaily apparelled, gravely walked, outpassed by a viceroy and unobserved.
12119 By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan, stepping in tan shoes
12120 and socks with skyblue clocks to the refrain of _My girl's a Yorkshire
12121 girl._
12122
12123 Blazes Boylan presented to the leaders' skyblue frontlets and high
12124 action a skyblue tie, a widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a
12125 suit of indigo serge. His hands in his jacket pockets forgot to salute
12126 but he offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and
12127 the red flower between his lips. As they drove along Nassau street His
12128 Excellency drew the attention of his bowing consort to the programme of
12129 music which was being discoursed in College park. Unseen brazen highland
12130 laddies blared and drumthumped after the _cortège_:
12131
12132 _But though she's a factory lass
12133 And wears no fancy clothes.
12134 Baraabum.
12135 Yet I've a sort of a
12136 Yorkshire relish for
12137 My little Yorkshire rose.
12138 Baraabum._
12139
12140 Thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers, M. C. Green, H.
12141 Shrift, T. M. Patey, C. Scaife, J. B. Jeffs, G. N. Morphy, F. Stevenson,
12142 C. Adderly and W. C. Huggard, started in pursuit. Striding past Finn's
12143 hotel Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a
12144 fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of Mr M. E. Solomons
12145 in the window of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Deep in Leinster
12146 street by Trinity's postern a loyal king's man, Hornblower, touched
12147 his tallyho cap. As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master
12148 Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the gent
12149 with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased
12150 by porksteak paper. His collar too sprang up. The viceroy, on his way to
12151 inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer's hospital,
12152 drove with his following towards Lower Mount street. He passed a blind
12153 stripling opposite Broadbent's. In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a
12154 brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed swiftly and unscathed across
12155 the viceroy's path. At the Royal Canal bridge, from his hoarding,
12156 Mr Eugene Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to
12157 Pembroke township. At Haddington road corner two sanded women halted
12158 themselves, an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view
12159 with wonder the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.
12160 On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged
12161 punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the salute of two small
12162 schoolboys at the garden gate of the house said to have been admired
12163 by the late queen when visiting the Irish capital with her husband, the
12164 prince consort, in 1849 and the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy
12165 trousers swallowed by a closing door.
12166
12167
12168
12169 Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn.
12170
12171 Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.
12172
12173 Horrid! And gold flushed more.
12174
12175 A husky fifenote blew.
12176
12177 Blew. Blue bloom is on the.
12178
12179 Goldpinnacled hair.
12180
12181 A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile.
12182
12183 Trilling, trilling: Idolores.
12184
12185 Peep! Who's in the... peepofgold?
12186
12187 Tink cried to bronze in pity.
12188
12189 And a call, pure, long and throbbing. Longindying call.
12190
12191 Decoy. Soft word. But look: the bright stars fade. Notes chirruping
12192 answer.
12193
12194 O rose! Castile. The morn is breaking.
12195
12196 Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.
12197
12198 Coin rang. Clock clacked.
12199
12200 Avowal. _Sonnez._ I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. _La
12201 cloche!_ Thigh smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart, goodbye!
12202
12203 Jingle. Bloo.
12204
12205 Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.
12206
12207 A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.
12208
12209 Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.
12210
12211 Horn. Hawhorn.
12212
12213 When first he saw. Alas!
12214
12215 Full tup. Full throb.
12216
12217 Warbling. Ah, lure! Alluring.
12218
12219 Martha! Come!
12220
12221 Clapclap. Clipclap. Clappyclap.
12222
12223 Goodgod henev erheard inall.
12224
12225 Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up.
12226
12227 A moonlit nightcall: far, far.
12228
12229 I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.
12230
12231 Listen!
12232
12233 The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Each, and for other,
12234 plash and silent roar.
12235
12236 Pearls: when she. Liszt's rhapsodies. Hissss.
12237
12238 You don't?
12239
12240 Did not: no, no: believe: Lidlyd. With a cock with a carra.
12241
12242 Black. Deepsounding. Do, Ben, do.
12243
12244 Wait while you wait. Hee hee. Wait while you hee.
12245
12246 But wait!
12247
12248 Low in dark middle earth. Embedded ore.
12249
12250 Naminedamine. Preacher is he:
12251
12252 All gone. All fallen.
12253
12254 Tiny, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.
12255
12256 Amen! He gnashed in fury.
12257
12258 Fro. To, fro. A baton cool protruding.
12259
12260 Bronzelydia by Minagold.
12261
12262 By bronze, by gold, in oceangreen of shadow. Bloom. Old Bloom.
12263
12264 One rapped, one tapped, with a carra, with a cock.
12265
12266 Pray for him! Pray, good people!
12267
12268 His gouty fingers nakkering.
12269
12270 Big Benaben. Big Benben.
12271
12272 Last rose Castile of summer left bloom I feel so sad alone.
12273
12274 Pwee! Little wind piped wee.
12275
12276 True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift your
12277 tschink with tschunk.
12278
12279 Fff! Oo!
12280
12281 Where bronze from anear? Where gold from afar? Where hoofs?
12282
12283 Rrrpr. Kraa. Kraandl.
12284
12285 Then not till then. My eppripfftaph. Be pfrwritt.
12286
12287 Done.
12288
12289 Begin!
12290
12291 Bronze by gold, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's head, over the
12292 crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing
12293 steel.
12294
12295 --Is that her? asked miss Kennedy.
12296
12297 Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and _eau de Nil._
12298
12299 --Exquisite contrast, miss Kennedy said.
12300
12301 When all agog miss Douce said eagerly:
12302
12303 --Look at the fellow in the tall silk.
12304
12305 --Who? Where? gold asked more eagerly.
12306
12307 --In the second carriage, miss Douce's wet lips said, laughing in the
12308 sun.
12309
12310 He's looking. Mind till I see.
12311
12312 She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against
12313 the pane in a halo of hurried breath.
12314
12315 Her wet lips tittered:
12316
12317 --He's killed looking back.
12318
12319 She laughed:
12320
12321 --O wept! Aren't men frightful idiots?
12322
12323 With sadness.
12324
12325 Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair
12326 behind an ear. Sauntering sadly, gold no more, she twisted twined a
12327 hair.
12328
12329 Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.
12330
12331 --It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said.
12332
12333 A man.
12334
12335 Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his breast the sweets
12336 of sin, by Wine's antiques, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by
12337 Carroll's dusky battered plate, for Raoul.
12338
12339 The boots to them, them in the bar, them barmaids came. For them
12340 unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And
12341
12342 --There's your teas, he said.
12343
12344 Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned
12345 lithia crate, safe from eyes, low.
12346
12347 --What is it? loud boots unmannerly asked.
12348
12349 --Find out, miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.
12350
12351 --Your _beau,_ is it?
12352
12353 A haughty bronze replied:
12354
12355 --I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your
12356 impertinent insolence.
12357
12358 --Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as he retreated as
12359 she threatened as he had come.
12360
12361 Bloom.
12362
12363 On her flower frowning miss Douce said:
12364
12365 --Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn't conduct himself
12366 I'll wring his ear for him a yard long.
12367
12368 Ladylike in exquisite contrast.
12369
12370 --Take no notice, miss Kennedy rejoined.
12371
12372 She poured in a teacup tea, then back in the teapot tea. They cowered
12373 under their reef of counter, waiting on footstools, crates upturned,
12374 waiting for their teas to draw. They pawed their blouses, both of black
12375 satin, two and nine a yard, waiting for their teas to draw, and two and
12376 seven.
12377
12378 Yes, bronze from anear, by gold from afar, heard steel from anear, hoofs
12379 ring from afar, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel.
12380
12381 --Am I awfully sunburnt?
12382
12383 Miss bronze unbloused her neck.
12384
12385 --No, said miss Kennedy. It gets brown after. Did you try the borax with
12386 the cherry laurel water?
12387
12388 Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror
12389 gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their
12390 midst a shell.
12391
12392 --And leave it to my hands, she said.
12393
12394 --Try it with the glycerine, miss Kennedy advised.
12395
12396 Bidding her neck and hands adieu miss Douce
12397
12398 --Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. I asked that
12399 old fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin.
12400
12401 Miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed:
12402
12403 --O, don't remind me of him for mercy' sake!
12404
12405 --But wait till I tell you, miss Douce entreated.
12406
12407 Sweet tea miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears
12408 with little fingers.
12409
12410 --No, don't, she cried.
12411
12412 --I won't listen, she cried.
12413
12414 But Bloom?
12415
12416 Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone:
12417
12418 --For your what? says he.
12419
12420 Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, to speak: but said, but prayed
12421 again:
12422
12423 --Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. The hideous old wretch! That
12424 night in the Antient Concert Rooms.
12425
12426 She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a sip, sipped, sweet tea.
12427
12428 --Here he was, miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters,
12429 ruffling her nosewings. Hufa! Hufa!
12430
12431 Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Miss Douce
12432 huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a
12433 snout in quest.
12434
12435 --O! shrieking, miss Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?
12436
12437 Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, shouting:
12438
12439 --And your other eye!
12440
12441 Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Why do I always think
12442 Figather? Gathering figs, I think. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name.
12443 By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by. Bluerobed, white
12444 under, come to me. God they believe she is: or goddess. Those today. I
12445 could not see. That fellow spoke. A student. After with Dedalus' son.
12446 He might be Mulligan. All comely virgins. That brings those rakes of
12447 fellows in: her white.
12448
12449 By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.
12450
12451 Of sin.
12452
12453 In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy
12454 your other eye. They threw young heads back, bronze gigglegold, to let
12455 freefly their laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each other,
12456 high piercing notes.
12457
12458 Ah, panting, sighing, sighing, ah, fordone, their mirth died down.
12459
12460 Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, raised, drank a sip and
12461 gigglegiggled. Miss Douce, bending over the teatray, ruffled again her
12462 nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Again Kennygiggles, stooping,
12463 her fair pinnacles of hair, stooping, her tortoise napecomb showed,
12464 spluttered out of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter,
12465 coughing with choking, crying:
12466
12467 --O greasy eyes! Imagine being married to a man like that! she cried.
12468 With his bit of beard!
12469
12470 Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell, a full yell of full woman,
12471 delight, joy, indignation.
12472
12473 --Married to the greasy nose! she yelled.
12474
12475 Shrill, with deep laughter, after, gold after bronze, they urged each
12476 each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze,
12477 shrilldeep, to laughter after laughter. And then laughed more. Greasy I
12478 knows. Exhausted, breathless, their shaken heads they laid, braided and
12479 pinnacled by glossycombed, against the counterledge. All flushed (O!),
12480 panting, sweating (O!), all breathless.
12481
12482 Married to Bloom, to greaseabloom.
12483
12484 --O saints above! miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I
12485 wished
12486
12487 I hadn't laughed so much. I feel all wet.
12488
12489 --O, miss Douce! miss Kennedy protested. You horrid thing!
12490
12491 And flushed yet more (you horrid!), more goldenly.
12492
12493 By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of
12494 their oils. Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at
12495 doors as I. Religion pays. Must see him for that par. Eat first. I want.
12496 Not yet. At four, she said. Time ever passing. Clockhands turning. On.
12497 Where eat? The Clarence, Dolphin. On. For Raoul. Eat. If I net five
12498 guineas with those ads. The violet silk petticoats. Not yet. The sweets
12499 of sin.
12500
12501 Flushed less, still less, goldenly paled.
12502
12503 Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his
12504 rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.
12505
12506 --O, welcome back, miss Douce.
12507
12508 He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?
12509
12510 --Tiptop.
12511
12512 He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.
12513
12514 --Gorgeous, she said. Look at the holy show I am. Lying out on the
12515 strand all day.
12516
12517 Bronze whiteness.
12518
12519 --That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed
12520 her hand indulgently. Tempting poor simple males.
12521
12522 Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away.
12523
12524 --O go away! she said. You're very simple, I don't think.
12525
12526 He was.
12527
12528 --Well now I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they
12529 christened me simple Simon.
12530
12531 --You must have been a doaty, miss Douce made answer. And what did the
12532 doctor order today?
12533
12534 --Well now, he mused, whatever you say yourself. I think I'll trouble
12535 you for some fresh water and a half glass of whisky.
12536
12537 Jingle.
12538
12539 --With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce agreed.
12540
12541 With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's
12542 she turned herself. With grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from
12543 her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus brought
12544 pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two husky
12545 fifenotes.
12546
12547 --By Jove, he mused, I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must
12548 be a great tonic in the air down there. But a long threatening comes at
12549 last, they say. Yes. Yes.
12550
12551 Yes. He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid's, into the
12552 bowl. Chips. Shreds. Musing. Mute.
12553
12554 None nought said nothing. Yes.
12555
12556 Gaily miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling:
12557
12558 --_O, Idolores, queen of the eastern seas!_
12559
12560 --Was Mr Lidwell in today?
12561
12562 In came Lenehan. Round him peered Lenehan. Mr Bloom reached Essex
12563 bridge. Yes, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. To Martha I must write.
12564 Buy paper. Daly's. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is on
12565 the rye.
12566
12567 --He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said.
12568
12569 Lenehan came forward.
12570
12571 --Was Mr Boylan looking for me?
12572
12573 He asked. She answered:
12574
12575 --Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs?
12576
12577 She asked. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, a second teacup poised, her
12578 gaze upon a page:
12579
12580 --No. He was not.
12581
12582 Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard, not seen, read on. Lenehan round the
12583 sandwichbell wound his round body round.
12584
12585 --Peep! Who's in the corner?
12586
12587 No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind her
12588 stops. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess.
12589
12590 Jingle jaunty jingle.
12591
12592 Girlgold she read and did not glance. Take no notice. She took no notice
12593 while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, plappering flatly:
12594
12595 --Ah fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your
12596 bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?
12597
12598 He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.
12599
12600 He sighed aside:
12601
12602 --Ah me! O my!
12603
12604 He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.
12605
12606 --Greetings from the famous son of a famous father.
12607
12608 --Who may he be? Mr Dedalus asked.
12609
12610 Lenehan opened most genial arms. Who?
12611
12612 --Who may he be? he asked. Can you ask? Stephen, the youthful bard.
12613
12614 Dry.
12615
12616 Mr Dedalus, famous father, laid by his dry filled pipe.
12617
12618 --I see, he said. I didn't recognise him for the moment. I hear he is
12619 keeping very select company. Have you seen him lately?
12620
12621 He had.
12622
12623 --I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very day, said Lenehan. In
12624 Mooney's _en ville_ and in Mooney's _sur mer._ He had received the rhino
12625 for the labour of his muse.
12626
12627 He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes:
12628
12629 --The _élite_ of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit, Hugh
12630
12631 MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that minstrel boy
12632 of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of the
12633 O'Madden Burke.
12634
12635 After an interval Mr Dedalus raised his grog and
12636
12637 --That must have been highly diverting, said he. I see.
12638
12639 He see. He drank. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Set down his
12640 glass.
12641
12642 He looked towards the saloon door.
12643
12644 --I see you have moved the piano.
12645
12646 --The tuner was in today, miss Douce replied, tuning it for the smoking
12647 concert and I never heard such an exquisite player.
12648
12649 --Is that a fact?
12650
12651 --Didn't he, miss Kennedy? The real classical, you know. And blind too,
12652 poor fellow. Not twenty I'm sure he was.
12653
12654 --Is that a fact? Mr Dedalus said.
12655
12656 He drank and strayed away.
12657
12658 --So sad to look at his face, miss Douce condoled.
12659
12660 God's curse on bitch's bastard.
12661
12662 Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. To the door of the bar and
12663 diningroom came bald Pat, came bothered Pat, came Pat, waiter of Ormond.
12664 Lager for diner. Lager without alacrity she served.
12665
12666 With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience, for
12667 jinglejaunty blazes boy.
12668
12669 Upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the oblique
12670 triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed indulgently her
12671 hand), soft pedalling, a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt
12672 advancing, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action.
12673
12674 Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was in
12675 Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Are you not
12676 happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo. Means
12677 something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is.
12678 Respectable girl meet after mass. Thanks awfully muchly. Wise Bloom eyed
12679 on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke
12680 mermaids, coolest whiff of all. Hair streaming: lovelorn. For some man.
12681 For Raoul. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a
12682 jaunting car. It is. Again. Third time. Coincidence.
12683
12684 Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to Ormond quay.
12685 Follow. Risk it. Go quick. At four. Near now. Out.
12686
12687 --Twopence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.
12688
12689 --Aha... I was forgetting... Excuse...
12690
12691 --And four.
12692
12693 At four she. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Bloo smi qui go.
12694 Ternoon. Think you're the only pebble on the beach? Does that to all.
12695
12696 For men.
12697
12698 In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.
12699
12700 From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a tuningfork the
12701 tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. A call again. That he now
12702 poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It throbbed, pure, purer, softly
12703 and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.
12704
12705 Pat paid for diner's popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, tray and
12706 popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with miss
12707
12708 Douce.
12709
12710 --_The bright stars fade_...
12711
12712 A voiceless song sang from within, singing:
12713
12714 --... _the morn is breaking._
12715
12716 A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive
12717 hands. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording,
12718 called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's
12719 leavetaking, life's, love's morn.
12720
12721 --_The dewdrops pearl_...
12722
12723 Lenehan's lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.
12724
12725 --But look this way, he said, rose of Castile.
12726
12727 Jingle jaunted by the curb and stopped.
12728
12729 She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn,
12730 dreamily rose.
12731
12732 --Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.
12733
12734 She answered, slighting:
12735
12736 --Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.
12737
12738 Like lady, ladylike.
12739
12740 Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he strode.
12741 Yes, gold from anear by bronze from afar. Lenehan heard and knew and
12742 hailed him:
12743
12744 --See the conquering hero comes.
12745
12746 Between the car and window, warily walking, went Bloom, unconquered
12747 hero. See me he might. The seat he sat on: warm. Black wary hecat walked
12748 towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.
12749
12750 --_And I from thee_...
12751
12752 --I heard you were round, said Blazes Boylan.
12753
12754 He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She smiled
12755 on him. But sister bronze outsmiled her, preening for him her richer
12756 hair, a bosom and a rose.
12757
12758 Smart Boylan bespoke potions.
12759
12760 --What's your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a
12761 sloegin for me. Wire in yet?
12762
12763 Not yet. At four she. Who said four?
12764
12765 Cowley's red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff's office.
12766
12767 Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting.
12768
12769 Wait.
12770
12771 Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here. What,
12772 Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? Diningroom. Sit tight there.
12773 See, not be seen. I think I'll join you. Come on. Richie led on. Bloom
12774 followed bag. Dinner fit for a prince.
12775
12776 Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, her
12777 bust, that all but burst, so high.
12778
12779 --O! O! jerked Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. O!
12780
12781 But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.
12782
12783 --Why don't you grow? asked Blazes Boylan.
12784
12785 Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his
12786 lips, looked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?), and
12787 syrupped with her voice:
12788
12789 --Fine goods in small parcels.
12790
12791 That is to say she. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.
12792
12793 --Here's fortune, Blazes said.
12794
12795 He pitched a broad coin down. Coin rang.
12796
12797 --Hold on, said Lenehan, till I...
12798
12799 --Fortune, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.
12800
12801 --Sceptre will win in a canter, he said.
12802
12803 --I plunged a bit, said Boylan winking and drinking. Not on my own, you
12804 know. Fancy of a friend of mine.
12805
12806 Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's
12807 lips that all but hummed, not shut, the oceansong her lips had trilled.
12808
12809 Idolores. The eastern seas.
12810
12811 Clock whirred. Miss Kennedy passed their way (flower, wonder who gave),
12812 bearing away teatray. Clock clacked.
12813
12814 Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. It
12815 clanged. Clock clacked. Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the till
12816 and hummed and handed coins in change. Look to the west. A clack. For
12817 me.
12818
12819 --What time is that? asked Blazes Boylan. Four?
12820
12821 O'clock.
12822
12823 Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her humming, bust ahumming, tugged Blazes
12824 Boylan's elbowsleeve.
12825
12826 --Let's hear the time, he said.
12827
12828 The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables.
12829 Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat attending, a table near
12830 the door. Be near. At four. Has he forgotten? Perhaps a trick. Not come:
12831 whet appetite. I couldn't do. Wait, wait. Pat, waiter, waited.
12832
12833 Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
12834
12835 --Go on, pressed Lenehan. There's no-one. He never heard.
12836
12837 --... _to Flora's lips did hie._
12838
12839 High, a high note pealed in the treble clear.
12840
12841 Bronzedouce communing with her rose that sank and rose sought
12842
12843 Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes.
12844
12845 --Please, please.
12846
12847 He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.
12848
12849 --_I could not leave thee_...
12850
12851 --Afterwits, miss Douce promised coyly.
12852
12853 --No, now, urged Lenehan. _Sonnezlacloche!_ O do! There's no-one.
12854
12855 She looked. Quick. Miss Kenn out of earshot. Sudden bent. Two kindling
12856 faces watched her bend.
12857
12858 Quavering the chords strayed from the air, found it again, lost chord,
12859 and lost and found it, faltering.
12860
12861 --Go on! Do! _Sonnez!_
12862
12863 Bending, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. Delayed. Taunted
12864 them still, bending, suspending, with wilful eyes.
12865
12866 _--Sonnez!_
12867
12868 Smack. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter
12869 smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh.
12870
12871 --_La Cloche!_ cried gleeful Lenehan. Trained by owner. No sawdust
12872 there.
12873
12874 She smilesmirked supercilious (wept! aren't men?), but, lightward
12875 gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan.
12876
12877 --You're the essence of vulgarity, she in gliding said.
12878
12879 Boylan, eyed, eyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drank off his
12880 chalice tiny, sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. His spellbound
12881 eyes went after, after her gliding head as it went down the bar by
12882 mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering,
12883 a spiky shell, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze with sunnier bronze.
12884
12885 Yes, bronze from anearby.
12886
12887 --... _Sweetheart, goodbye!_
12888
12889 --I'm off, said Boylan with impatience.
12890
12891 He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.
12892
12893 --Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, drinking quickly. I wanted to tell you.
12894
12895 Tom Rochford...
12896
12897 --Come on to blazes, said Blazes Boylan, going.
12898
12899 Lenehan gulped to go.
12900
12901 --Got the horn or what? he said. Wait. I'm coming.
12902
12903 He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the
12904 threshold, saluting forms, a bulky with a slender.
12905
12906 --How do you do, Mr Dollard?
12907
12908 --Eh? How do? How do? Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, turning an
12909 instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any trouble, Bob.
12910 Alf Bergan will speak to the long fellow. We'll put a barleystraw in
12911 that Judas Iscariot's ear this time.
12912
12913 Sighing Mr Dedalus came through the saloon, a finger soothing an eyelid.
12914
12915 --Hoho, we will, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. Come on, Simon. Give us a
12916 ditty. We heard the piano.
12917
12918 Bald Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Power for Richie.
12919 And Bloom? Let me see. Not make him walk twice. His corns. Four now. How
12920 warm this black is. Course nerves a bit. Refracts (is it?) heat. Let me
12921 see. Cider. Yes, bottle of cider.
12922
12923 --What's that? Mr Dedalus said. I was only vamping, man.
12924
12925 --Come on, come on, Ben Dollard called. Begone dull care. Come, Bob.
12926
12927 He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them (hold that fellow with the:
12928 hold him now) into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool. His
12929 gouty paws plumped chords. Plumped, stopped abrupt.
12930
12931 Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered, he wanted
12932 Power and cider. Bronze by the window, watched, bronze from afar.
12933
12934 Jingle a tinkle jaunted.
12935
12936 Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He's off. Light sob of breath Bloom
12937 sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He's gone. Jingle.
12938 Hear.
12939
12940 --Love and War, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. God be with old times.
12941
12942 Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind, smitten
12943 by sunlight. Gone. Pensive (who knows?), smitten (the smiting light),
12944 she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord. She drew down pensive
12945 (why did he go so quick when I?) about her bronze, over the bar where
12946 bald stood by sister gold, inexquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite
12947 nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow, _eau de
12948 Nil._
12949
12950 --Poor old Goodwin was the pianist that night, Father Cowley reminded
12951 them. There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the
12952 Collard grand.
12953
12954 There was.
12955
12956 --A symposium all his own, Mr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn't stop him.
12957 He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.
12958
12959 --God, do you remember? Ben bulky Dollard said, turning from the
12960 punished keyboard. And by Japers I had no wedding garment.
12961
12962 They laughed all three. He had no wed. All trio laughed. No wedding
12963 garment.
12964
12965 --Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said. Where's
12966 my pipe, by the way?
12967
12968 He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried two
12969 diners' drinks, Richie and Poldy. And Father Cowley laughed again.
12970
12971 --I saved the situation, Ben, I think.
12972
12973 --You did, averred Ben Dollard. I remember those tight trousers too.
12974 That was a brilliant idea, Bob.
12975
12976 Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the situa.
12977 Tight trou. Brilliant ide.
12978
12979 --I knew he was on the rocks, he said. The wife was playing the piano in
12980 the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very trifling consideration and
12981 who was it gave me the wheeze she was doing the other business? Do you
12982 remember? We had to search all Holles street to find them till the
12983 chap in Keogh's gave us the number. Remember? Ben remembered, his broad
12984 visage wondering.
12985
12986 --By God, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.
12987
12988 Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.
12989
12990 --Merrion square style. Balldresses, by God, and court dresses. He
12991 wouldn't take any money either. What? Any God's quantity of cocked hats
12992 and boleros and trunkhose. What?
12993
12994 --Ay, ay, Mr Dedalus nodded. Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of
12995 all descriptions.
12996
12997 Jingle jaunted down the quays. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres.
12998
12999 Liver and bacon. Steak and kidney pie. Right, sir. Right, Pat.
13000
13001 Mrs Marion. Met him pike hoses. Smell of burn. Of Paul de Kock. Nice
13002 name he.
13003
13004 --What's this her name was? A buxom lassy. Marion...
13005
13006 --Tweedy.
13007
13008 --Yes. Is she alive?
13009
13010 --And kicking.
13011
13012 --She was a daughter of...
13013
13014 --Daughter of the regiment.
13015
13016 --Yes, begad. I remember the old drummajor.
13017
13018 Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after
13019
13020 --Irish? I don't know, faith. Is she, Simon?
13021
13022 Puff after stiff, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.
13023
13024 --Buccinator muscle is... What?... Bit rusty... O, she is... My
13025 Irish Molly, O.
13026
13027 He puffed a pungent plumy blast.
13028
13029 --From the rock of Gibraltar... all the way.
13030
13031 They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze
13032 by maraschino, thoughtful all two. Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace,
13033 Drumcondra with Idolores, a queen, Dolores, silent.
13034
13035 Pat served, uncovered dishes. Leopold cut liverslices. As said before he
13036 ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while
13037 Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney,
13038 bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.
13039
13040 Bloom with Goulding, married in silence, ate. Dinners fit for princes.
13041
13042 By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun in
13043 heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres:
13044 sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, ardentbold. Horn. Have you the?
13045 Horn. Have you the? Haw haw horn.
13046
13047 Over their voices Dollard bassooned attack, booming over bombarding
13048 chords:
13049
13050 --_When love absorbs my ardent soul_...
13051
13052 Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.
13053
13054 --War! War! cried Father Cowley. You're the warrior.
13055
13056 --So I am, Ben Warrior laughed. I was thinking of your landlord. Love or
13057 money.
13058
13059 He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.
13060
13061 --Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said
13062 through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.
13063
13064 In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would.
13065
13066 --Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley added. Half time, Ben.
13067 _Amoroso ma non troppo._ Let me there.
13068
13069 Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She
13070 passed a remark. It was indeed, first gentleman said, beautiful weather.
13071 They drank cool stout. Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going?
13072 And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. No, she couldn't say. But it would
13073 be in the paper. O, she need not trouble. No trouble. She waved about
13074 her outspread _Independent,_ searching, the lord lieutenant, her
13075 pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Too much trouble,
13076 first gentleman said. O, not in the least. Way he looked that. Lord
13077 lieutenant. Gold by bronze heard iron steel.
13078
13079 --............ _my ardent soul_
13080 _I care not foror the morrow._
13081
13082 In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Love and War someone is.
13083 Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit
13084 for that concert. Trousers tight as a drum on him. Musical porkers.
13085 Molly did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across the bed,
13086 screaming, kicking. With all his belongings on show. O saints above,
13087 I'm drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never laughed so many!
13088 Well, of course that's what gives him the base barreltone. For instance
13089 eunuchs. Wonder who's playing. Nice touch. Must be Cowley. Musical.
13090 Knows whatever note you play. Bad breath he has, poor chap. Stopped.
13091
13092 Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George
13093 Lidwell, gentleman, entering. Good afternoon. She gave her moist (a
13094 lady's) hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the old
13095 dingdong again.
13096
13097 --Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.
13098
13099 George Lidwell, suave, solicited, held a lydiahand.
13100
13101 Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That chap in the
13102 Burton, gummy with gristle. No-one here: Goulding and I. Clean tables,
13103 flowers, mitres of napkins. Pat to and fro. Bald Pat. Nothing to do.
13104 Best value in Dub.
13105
13106 Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together,
13107 mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, eye on the
13108 bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Her high long snore.
13109 Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus, between
13110 the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor's
13111 legs too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide them.
13112
13113 Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.
13114
13115 Only the harp. Lovely. Gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of a
13116 lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp that
13117 once or twice. Cool hands. Ben Howth, the rhododendrons. We are their
13118 harps. I. He. Old. Young.
13119
13120 --Ah, I couldn't, man, Mr Dedalus said, shy, listless.
13121
13122 Strongly.
13123
13124 --Go on, blast you! Ben Dollard growled. Get it out in bits.
13125
13126 --_M'appari,_ Simon, Father Cowley said.
13127
13128 Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long
13129 arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he
13130 sang to a dusty seascape there: _A Last Farewell._ A headland, a ship, a
13131 sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the
13132 wind upon the headland, wind around her.
13133
13134 Cowley sang:
13135
13136 _--M'appari tutt'amor:
13137 Il mio sguardo l'incontr..._
13138
13139 She waved, unhearing Cowley, her veil, to one departing, dear one, to
13140 wind, love, speeding sail, return.
13141
13142 --Go on, Simon.
13143
13144 --Ah, sure, my dancing days are done, Ben... Well...
13145
13146 Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting,
13147 touched the obedient keys.
13148
13149 --No, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Play it in the original. One flat.
13150
13151 The keys, obedient, rose higher, told, faltered, confessed, confused.
13152
13153 Up stage strode Father Cowley.
13154
13155 --Here, Simon, I'll accompany you, he said. Get up.
13156
13157 By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged.
13158 Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at meat fit for princes sat princes Bloom
13159 and Goulding. Princes at meat they raised and drank, Power and cider.
13160
13161 Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: _Sonnambula._ He
13162 heard Joe Maas sing that one night. Ah, what M'Guckin! Yes. In his way.
13163 Choirboy style. Maas was the boy. Massboy. A lyrical tenor if you like.
13164 Never forget it. Never.
13165
13166 Tenderly Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.
13167 Backache he. Bright's bright eye. Next item on the programme. Paying the
13168 piper. Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Stave it off awhile.
13169 Sings too: _Down among the dead men._ Appropriate. Kidney pie. Sweets to
13170 the. Not making much hand of it. Best value in. Characteristic of him.
13171 Power. Particular about his drink. Flaw in the glass, fresh Vartry
13172 water. Fecking matches from counters to save. Then squander a sovereign
13173 in dribs and drabs. And when he's wanted not a farthing. Screwed
13174 refusing to pay his fare. Curious types.
13175
13176 Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived: never. In the
13177 gods of the old Royal with little Peake. And when the first note.
13178
13179 Speech paused on Richie's lips.
13180
13181 Coming out with a whopper now. Rhapsodies about damn all.
13182
13183 Believes his own lies. Does really. Wonderful liar. But want a good
13184 memory.
13185
13186 --Which air is that? asked Leopold Bloom.
13187
13188 --_All is lost now_.
13189
13190 Richie cocked his lips apout. A low incipient note sweet banshee
13191 murmured: all. A thrush. A throstle. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth
13192 he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. Is lost. Rich sound. Two
13193 notes in one there. Blackbird I heard in the hawthorn valley. Taking my
13194 motives he twined and turned them. All most too new call is lost in all.
13195 Echo. How sweet the answer. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he
13196 whistled. Fall, surrender, lost.
13197
13198 Bloom bent leopold ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase.
13199 Order. Yes, I remember. Lovely air. In sleep she went to him. Innocence
13200 in the moon. Brave. Don't know their danger. Still hold her back. Call
13201 name. Touch water. Jingle jaunty. Too late. She longed to go. That's
13202 why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes: all is lost.
13203
13204 --A beautiful air, said Bloom lost Leopold. I know it well.
13205
13206 Never in all his life had Richie Goulding.
13207
13208 He knows it well too. Or he feels. Still harping on his daughter. Wise
13209 child that knows her father, Dedalus said. Me?
13210
13211 Bloom askance over liverless saw. Face of the all is lost. Rollicking
13212 Richie once. Jokes old stale now. Wagging his ear. Napkinring in his
13213 eye. Now begging letters he sends his son with. Crosseyed Walter sir I
13214 did sir. Wouldn't trouble only I was expecting some money. Apologise.
13215
13216 Piano again. Sounds better than last time I heard. Tuned probably.
13217 Stopped again.
13218
13219 Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.
13220
13221 --With it, Simon.
13222
13223 --It, Simon.
13224
13225 --Ladies and gentlemen, I am most deeply obliged by your kind
13226 solicitations.
13227
13228 --It, Simon.
13229
13230 --I have no money but if you will lend me your attention I shall
13231 endeavour to sing to you of a heart bowed down.
13232
13233 By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, her bronze and rose, a
13234 lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous _eau de Nil_ Mina
13235 to tankards two her pinnacles of gold.
13236
13237 The harping chords of prelude closed. A chord, longdrawn, expectant,
13238 drew a voice away.
13239
13240 --_When first I saw that form endearing_...
13241
13242 Richie turned.
13243
13244 --Si Dedalus' voice, he said.
13245
13246 Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they listened feeling that flow
13247 endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Bloom signed to
13248 Pat, bald Pat is a waiter hard of hearing, to set ajar the door of the
13249 bar. The door of the bar. So. That will do. Pat, waiter, waited, waiting
13250 to hear, for he was hard of hear by the door.
13251
13252 --_Sorrow from me seemed to depart._
13253
13254 Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, low, not rain, not leaves
13255 in murmur, like no voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem
13256 dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their
13257 each his remembered lives. Good, good to hear: sorrow from them each
13258 seemed to from both depart when first they heard. When first they saw,
13259 lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a person wouldn't expect
13260 it in the least, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word.
13261
13262 Love that is singing: love's old sweet song. Bloom unwound slowly the
13263 elastic band of his packet. Love's old sweet _sonnez la_ gold. Bloom
13264 wound a skein round four forkfingers, stretched it, relaxed, and wound
13265 it round his troubled double, fourfold, in octave, gyved them fast.
13266
13267 --_Full of hope and all delighted_...
13268
13269 Tenors get women by the score. Increase their flow. Throw flower at his
13270 feet. When will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He
13271 can't sing for tall hats. Your head it simply swurls. Perfumed for him.
13272 What perfume does your wife? I want to know. Jing. Stop. Knock. Last
13273 look at mirror always before she answers the door. The hall. There? How
13274 do you? I do well. There? What? Or? Phial of cachous, kissing comfits,
13275 in her satchel. Yes? Hands felt for the opulent.
13276
13277 Alas the voice rose, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud.
13278
13279 --_But alas, 'twas idle dreaming_...
13280
13281 Glorious tone he has still. Cork air softer also their brogue. Silly
13282 man! Could have made oceans of money. Singing wrong words. Wore out
13283 his wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he
13284 doesn't break down. Keep a trot for the avenue. His hands and feet sing
13285 too. Drink. Nerves overstrung. Must be abstemious to sing. Jenny Lind
13286 soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. For creamy dreamy.
13287
13288 Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full it throbbed. That's the chat.
13289 Ha, give! Take! Throb, a throb, a pulsing proud erect.
13290
13291 Words? Music? No: it's what's behind.
13292
13293 Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.
13294
13295 Bloom. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music
13296 out, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. Tipping her tepping her
13297 tapping her topping her. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy
13298 the feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Flood,
13299 gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. Now! Language of love.
13300
13301 --... _ray of hope is_...
13302
13303 Beaming. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse
13304 unsqueaked a ray of hopk.
13305
13306 _Martha_ it is. Coincidence. Just going to write. Lionel's song.
13307 Lovely name you have. Can't write. Accept my little pres. Play on her
13308 heartstrings pursestrings too. She's a. I called you naughty boy. Still
13309 the name: Martha. How strange! Today.
13310
13311 The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. It sang again to
13312 Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to
13313 wait. How first he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to part,
13314 how look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart.
13315
13316 Wish I could see his face, though. Explain better. Why the barber in
13317 Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass. Still
13318 hear it better here than in the bar though farther.
13319
13320 --_Each graceful look_...
13321
13322 First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. Yellow,
13323 black lace she wore. Musical chairs. We two the last. Fate. After her.
13324 Fate.
13325
13326 Round and round slow. Quick round. We two. All looked. Halt. Down she
13327 sat. All ousted looked. Lips laughing. Yellow knees.
13328
13329 --_Charmed my eye_...
13330
13331 Singing. _Waiting_ she sang. I turned her music. Full voice of perfume
13332 of what perfume does your lilactrees. Bosom I saw, both full, throat
13333 warbling. First I saw. She thanked me. Why did she me? Fate. Spanishy
13334 eyes. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in
13335 shadow Dolores shedolores. At me. Luring. Ah, alluring.
13336
13337 --_Martha! Ah, Martha!_
13338
13339 Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in cry of passion dominant
13340 to love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony. In
13341 cry of lionel loneliness that she should know, must martha feel. For
13342 only her he waited. Where? Here there try there here all try where.
13343 Somewhere.
13344
13345 --_Co-ome, thou lost one!
13346 Co-ome, thou dear one!_
13347
13348 Alone. One love. One hope. One comfort me. Martha, chestnote, return!
13349
13350 _--Come!_
13351
13352 It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb
13353 it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too
13354 long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent,
13355 aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the
13356 etherial bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all
13357 soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness...
13358
13359 --_To me!_
13360
13361 Siopold!
13362
13363 Consumed.
13364
13365 Come. Well sung. All clapped. She ought to. Come. To me, to him, to her,
13366 you too, me, us.
13367
13368 --Bravo! Clapclap. Good man, Simon. Clappyclapclap. Encore! Clapclipclap
13369 clap. Sound as a bell. Bravo, Simon! Clapclopclap. Encore, enclap, said,
13370 cried, clapped all, Ben Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, Pat, Mina
13371 Kennedy, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, first gent with tank
13372 and bronze miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina.
13373
13374 Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor, said before.
13375 Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson,
13376 reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as said before just now.
13377 Atrot, in heat, heatseated. _Cloche. Sonnez la. Cloche. Sonnez la._
13378 Slower the mare went up the hill by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Too
13379 slow for Boylan, blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, joggled the mare.
13380
13381 An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the air made richer.
13382
13383 And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank,
13384 Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two
13385 more tankards if she did not mind. Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving,
13386 coral lips, at first, at second. She did not mind.
13387
13388 --Seven days in jail, Ben Dollard said, on bread and water. Then you'd
13389 sing, Simon, like a garden thrush.
13390
13391 Lionel Simon, singer, laughed. Father Bob Cowley played. Mina Kennedy
13392 served. Second gentleman paid. Tom Kernan strutted in. Lydia, admired,
13393 admired. But Bloom sang dumb.
13394
13395 Admiring.
13396
13397 Richie, admiring, descanted on that man's glorious voice. He remembered
13398 one night long ago. Never forget that night. Si sang _'Twas rank and
13399 fame_: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Good God he never heard in all his life a
13400 note like that he never did _then false one we had better part_ so clear
13401 so God he never heard _since love lives not_ a clinking voice lives not
13402 ask Lambert he can tell you too.
13403
13404 Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the
13405 night, Si in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang _'Twas rank and fame._
13406
13407 He, Mr Bloom, listened while he, Richie Goulding, told him, Mr Bloom, of
13408 the night he, Richie, heard him, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in
13409 his, Ned Lambert's, house.
13410
13411 Brothers-in-law: relations. We never speak as we pass by. Rift in the
13412 lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more.
13413 The night Si sang. The human voice, two tiny silky chords, wonderful,
13414 more than all others.
13415
13416 That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It's in the silence after you
13417 feel you hear. Vibrations. Now silent air.
13418
13419 Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked the
13420 slender catgut thong. He drew and plucked. It buzz, it twanged. While
13421 Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan,
13422 harking back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening
13423 Father Cowley, who played a voluntary, who nodded as he played. While
13424 big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, lighting, who nodded as he
13425 smoked, who smoked.
13426
13427 Thou lost one. All songs on that theme. Yet more Bloom stretched his
13428 string. Cruel it seems. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on.
13429 Then tear asunder. Death. Explos. Knock on the head. Outtohelloutofthat.
13430 Human life. Dignam. Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! Five bob I gave.
13431 _Corpus paradisum._ Corncrake croaker: belly like a poisoned pup. Gone.
13432 They sing. Forgotten. I too; And one day she with. Leave her: get
13433 tired. Suffer then. Snivel. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. Her
13434 wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb:'d.
13435
13436 Yet too much happy bores. He stretched more, more. Are you not happy in
13437 your? Twang. It snapped.
13438
13439 Jingle into Dorset street.
13440
13441 Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.
13442
13443 --Don't make half so free, said she, till we are better acquainted.
13444
13445 George Lidwell told her really and truly: but she did not believe.
13446
13447 First gentleman told Mina that was so. She asked him was that so. And
13448 second tankard told her so. That that was so.
13449
13450 Miss Douce, miss Lydia, did not believe: miss Kennedy, Mina, did not
13451 believe: George Lidwell, no: miss Dou did not: the first, the first:
13452 gent with the tank: believe, no, no: did not, miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell:
13453 the tank.
13454
13455 Better write it here. Quills in the postoffice chewed and twisted.
13456
13457 Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh. A pen and ink. He went. A pad. He went. A
13458 pad to blot. He heard, deaf Pat.
13459
13460 --Yes, Mr Bloom said, teasing the curling catgut line. It certainly is.
13461 Few lines will do. My present. All that Italian florid music is. Who
13462 is this wrote? Know the name you know better. Take out sheet notepaper,
13463 envelope: unconcerned. It's so characteristic.
13464
13465 --Grandest number in the whole opera, Goulding said.
13466
13467 --It is, Bloom said.
13468
13469 Numbers it is. All music when you come to think. Two multiplied by two
13470 divided by half is twice one. Vibrations: chords those are. One plus two
13471 plus six is seven. Do anything you like with figures juggling. Always
13472 find out this equal to that. Symmetry under a cemetery wall. He doesn't
13473 see my mourning. Callous: all for his own gut. Musemathematics. And you
13474 think you're listening to the etherial. But suppose you said it like:
13475 Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Fall quite
13476 flat. It's on account of the sounds it is.
13477
13478 Instance he's playing now. Improvising. Might be what you like, till you
13479 hear the words. Want to listen sharp. Hard. Begin all right: then hear
13480 chords a bit off: feel lost a bit. In and out of sacks, over barrels,
13481 through wirefences, obstacle race. Time makes the tune. Question of mood
13482 you're in. Still always nice to hear. Except scales up and down, girls
13483 learning. Two together nextdoor neighbours. Ought to invent dummy pianos
13484 for that. _Blumenlied_ I bought for her. The name. Playing it slow,
13485 a girl, night I came home, the girl. Door of the stables near Cecilia
13486 street. Milly no taste. Queer because we both, I mean.
13487
13488 Bald deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Pat set with ink pen quite
13489 flat pad. Pat took plate dish knife fork. Pat went.
13490
13491 It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a
13492 boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles.
13493 Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Walking, you know, Ben, in the
13494 moonlight with those earthquake hats. Blending their voices. God, such
13495 music, Ben. Heard as a boy. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole.
13496
13497 Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed a
13498 moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, a call from afar, replying.
13499
13500 Down the edge of his _Freeman_ baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye,
13501 scanning for where did I see that. Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.
13502 Heigho! Heigho! Fawcett. Aha! Just I was looking...
13503
13504 Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. He held unfurled his _Freeman._
13505 Can't see now. Remember write Greek ees. Bloom dipped, Bloo mur: dear
13506 sir. Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. Got your lett and flow. Hell did I
13507 put? Some pock or oth. It is utterl imposs. Underline _imposs._ To write
13508 today.
13509
13510 Bore this. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am just reflecting
13511 fingers on flat pad Pat brought.
13512
13513 On. Know what I mean. No, change that ee. Accep my poor litt pres
13514 enclos. Ask her no answ. Hold on. Five Dig. Two about here. Penny the
13515 gulls. Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne's. Is eight about. Say half a
13516 crown. My poor little pres: p. o. two and six. Write me a long. Do you
13517 despise? Jingle, have you the? So excited. Why do you call me naught?
13518 You naughty too? O, Mairy lost the string of her. Bye for today. Yes,
13519 yes, will tell you. Want to. To keep it up. Call me that other. Other
13520 world she wrote. My patience are exhaust. To keep it up. You must
13521 believe. Believe. The tank. It. Is. True.
13522
13523 Folly am I writing? Husbands don't. That's marriage does, their wives.
13524 Because I'm away from. Suppose. But how? She must. Keep young. If she
13525 found out. Card in my high grade ha. No, not tell all. Useless pain. If
13526 they don't see. Woman. Sauce for the gander.
13527
13528 A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James
13529 of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on which sat a fare, a young
13530 gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George
13531 Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay, and wearing
13532 a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Great
13533 Brunswick street, hatter. Eh? This is the jingle that joggled and
13534 jingled. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a
13535 gallantbuttocked mare.
13536
13537 --Answering an ad? keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom.
13538
13539 --Yes, Mr Bloom said. Town traveller. Nothing doing, I expect.
13540
13541 Bloom mur: best references. But Henry wrote: it will excite me. You
13542 know how. In haste. Henry. Greek ee. Better add postscript. What is he
13543 playing now? Improvising. Intermezzo. P. S. The rum tum tum. How will
13544 you pun? You punish me? Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. Tell me I want
13545 to. Know. O. Course if I didn't I wouldn't ask. La la la ree. Trails off
13546 there sad in minor. Why minor sad? Sign H. They like sad tail at end. P.
13547 P. S. La la la ree. I feel so sad today. La ree. So lonely. Dee.
13548
13549 He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Envel. Address. Just copy out of paper.
13550 Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Henry wrote:
13551
13552 Miss Martha Clifford c/o P. O. Dolphin's Barn Lane Dublin
13553
13554 Blot over the other so he can't read. There. Right. Idea prize titbit.
13555 Something detective read off blottingpad. Payment at the rate of guinea
13556 per col. Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. Poor Mrs Purefoy. U.
13557 P: up.
13558
13559 Too poetical that about the sad. Music did that. Music hath charms.
13560 Shakespeare said. Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be.
13561 Wisdom while you wait.
13562
13563 In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is
13564 all. One body. Do. But do.
13565
13566 Done anyhow. Postal order, stamp. Postoffice lower down. Walk now.
13567 Enough. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them. Dislike that job.
13568
13569 House of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn't hear. Deaf beetle he is.
13570
13571 Car near there now. Talk. Talk. Pat! Doesn't. Settling those napkins.
13572 Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Paint face behind on him then
13573 he'd be two. Wish they'd sing more. Keep my mind off.
13574
13575 Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Pat is a waiter hard of his
13576 hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He
13577 waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits
13578 while you wait. While you wait if you wait he will wait while you wait.
13579 Hee hee hee hee. Hoh. Wait while you wait.
13580
13581 Douce now. Douce Lydia. Bronze and rose.
13582
13583 She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. And look at the lovely shell
13584 she brought.
13585
13586 To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding
13587 seahorn that he, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear.
13588
13589 --Listen! she bade him.
13590
13591 Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow.
13592 Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. Well, sir, the husband
13593 took him by the throat. _Scoundrel,_ said he, _You'll sing no more
13594 lovesongs._ He did, faith, sir Tom. Bob Cowley wove. Tenors get wom.
13595 Cowley lay back.
13596
13597 Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard.
13598
13599 Wonderful. She held it to her own. And through the sifted light pale
13600 gold in contrast glided. To hear.
13601
13602 Tap.
13603
13604 Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard more
13605 faintly that that they heard, each for herself alone, then each for
13606 other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a silent roar.
13607
13608 Bronze by a weary gold, anear, afar, they listened.
13609
13610 Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there. Been to the seaside.
13611 Lovely seaside girls. Skin tanned raw. Should have put on coldcream
13612 first make it brown. Buttered toast. O and that lotion mustn't forget.
13613 Fever near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over: shell with
13614 seaweed. Why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair? And Turks the
13615 mouth, why? Her eyes over the sheet. Yashmak. Find the way in. A cave.
13616 No admittance except on business.
13617
13618 The sea they think they hear. Singing. A roar. The blood it is. Souse in
13619 the ear sometimes. Well, it's a sea. Corpuscle islands.
13620
13621 Wonderful really. So distinct. Again. George Lidwell held its murmur,
13622 hearing: then laid it by, gently.
13623
13624 --What are the wild waves saying? he asked her, smiled.
13625
13626 Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.
13627
13628 Tap.
13629
13630 By Larry O'Rourke's, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and Boylan
13631 turned.
13632
13633 From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her tankards waiting. No,
13634 she was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell know.
13635 Walks in the moonlight by the sea. No, not alone. With whom? She nobly
13636 answered: with a gentleman friend.
13637
13638 Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The landlord
13639 has the prior. A little time. Long John. Big Ben. Lightly he played a
13640 light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling,
13641 and for their gallants, gentlemen friends. One: one, one, one, one, one:
13642 two, one, three, four.
13643
13644 Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the cattlemarket,
13645 cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. There's music everywhere.
13646 Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. No, that's noise. Minuet of _Don
13647 Giovanni_ he's playing now. Court dresses of all descriptions in castle
13648 chambers dancing. Misery. Peasants outside. Green starving faces eating
13649 dockleaves. Nice that is. Look: look, look, look, look, look: you look
13650 at us.
13651
13652 That's joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other
13653 joy. But both are joys. Yes, joy it must be. Mere fact of music shows
13654 you are. Often thought she was in the dumps till she began to lilt. Then
13655 know.
13656
13657 M'Coy valise. My wife and your wife. Squealing cat. Like tearing silk.
13658 Tongue when she talks like the clapper of a bellows. They can't manage
13659 men's intervals. Gap in their voices too. Fill me. I'm warm, dark, open.
13660 Molly in _quis est homo_: Mercadante. My ear against the wall to hear.
13661 Want a woman who can deliver the goods.
13662
13663 Jog jig jogged stopped. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue
13664 clocks came light to earth.
13665
13666 O, look we are so! Chamber music. Could make a kind of pun on that.
13667 It is a kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is.
13668 Tinkling. Empty vessels make most noise. Because the acoustics, the
13669 resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to
13670 the law of falling water. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian,
13671 gipsyeyed. Pearls. Drops. Rain. Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle.
13672 Hissss. Now. Maybe now. Before.
13673
13674 One rapped on a door, one tapped with a knock, did he knock Paul de Kock
13675 with a loud proud knocker with a cock carracarracarra cock. Cockcock.
13676
13677 Tap.
13678
13679 --_Qui sdegno,_ Ben, said Father Cowley.
13680
13681 --No, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. _The Croppy Boy._ Our native Doric.
13682
13683 --Ay do, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. Good men and true.
13684
13685 --Do, do, they begged in one.
13686
13687 I'll go. Here, Pat, return. Come. He came, he came, he did not stay. To
13688 me. How much?
13689
13690 --What key? Six sharps?
13691
13692 --F sharp major, Ben Dollard said.
13693
13694 Bob Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords.
13695
13696 Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince. No, Richie said. Yes, must. Got
13697 money somewhere. He's on for a razzle backache spree. Much? He seehears
13698 lipspeech. One and nine. Penny for yourself. Here. Give him twopence
13699 tip. Deaf, bothered. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting, waiting
13700 Patty come home. Hee hee hee hee. Deaf wait while they wait.
13701
13702 But wait. But hear. Chords dark. Lugugugubrious. Low. In a cave of the
13703 dark middle earth. Embedded ore. Lumpmusic.
13704
13705 The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach
13706 and painful, come from afar, from hoary mountains, called on good men
13707 and true. The priest he sought. With him would he speak a word.
13708
13709 Tap.
13710
13711 Ben Dollard's voice. Base barreltone. Doing his level best to say it.
13712 Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh. Other comedown. Big
13713 ships' chandler's business he did once. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships'
13714 lanterns. Failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Now in the Iveagh
13715 home. Cubicle number so and so. Number one Bass did that for him.
13716
13717 The priest's at home. A false priest's servant bade him welcome. Step
13718 in. The holy father. With bows a traitor servant. Curlycues of chords.
13719
13720 Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their days
13721 in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die.
13722
13723 The voice of warning, solemn warning, told them the youth had entered
13724 a lonely hall, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told them
13725 the gloomy chamber, the vested priest sitting to shrive.
13726
13727 Decent soul. Bit addled now. Thinks he'll win in _Answers,_ poets'
13728 picture puzzle. We hand you crisp five pound note. Bird sitting hatching
13729 in a nest. Lay of the last minstrel he thought it was. See blank tee
13730 what domestic animal? Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Good voice he
13731 has still. No eunuch yet with all his belongings.
13732
13733 Listen. Bloom listened. Richie Goulding listened. And by the door deaf
13734 Pat, bald Pat, tipped Pat, listened. The chords harped slower.
13735
13736 The voice of penance and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous.
13737 Ben's contrite beard confessed. _in nomine Domini,_ in God's name he
13738 knelt. He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: _mea culpa._
13739
13740 Latin again. That holds them like birdlime. Priest with the communion
13741 corpus for those women. Chap in the mortuary, coffin or coffey,
13742 _corpusnomine._ Wonder where that rat is by now. Scrape.
13743
13744 Tap.
13745
13746 They listened. Tankards and miss Kennedy. George Lidwell, eyelid well
13747 expressive, fullbusted satin. Kernan. Si.
13748
13749 The sighing voice of sorrow sang. His sins. Since Easter he had cursed
13750 three times. You bitch's bast. And once at masstime he had gone to play.
13751 Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he had
13752 not prayed. A boy. A croppy boy.
13753
13754 Bronze, listening, by the beerpull gazed far away. Soulfully. Doesn't
13755 half know I'm. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking.
13756
13757 Bronze gazed far sideways. Mirror there. Is that best side of her face?
13758 They always know. Knock at the door. Last tip to titivate.
13759
13760 Cockcarracarra.
13761
13762 What do they think when they hear music? Way to catch rattlesnakes.
13763 Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Tuning up. Shah of Persia liked
13764 that best. Remind him of home sweet home. Wiped his nose in curtain too.
13765 Custom his country perhaps. That's music too. Not as bad as it sounds.
13766 Tootling. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Doublebasses helpless,
13767 gashes in their sides. Woodwinds mooing cows. Semigrand open crocodile
13768 music hath jaws. Woodwind like Goodwin's name.
13769
13770 She looked fine. Her crocus dress she wore lowcut, belongings on show.
13771 Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question.
13772 Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa's. Hypnotised,
13773 listening. Eyes like that. She bent. Chap in dresscircle staring down
13774 into her with his operaglass for all he was worth. Beauty of music you
13775 must hear twice. Nature woman half a look. God made the country man the
13776 tune. Met him pike hoses. Philosophy. O rocks!
13777
13778 All gone. All fallen. At the siege of Ross his father, at Gorey all his
13779 brothers fell. To Wexford, we are the boys of Wexford, he would. Last of
13780 his name and race.
13781
13782 I too. Last of my race. Milly young student. Well, my fault perhaps. No
13783 son. Rudy. Too late now. Or if not? If not? If still?
13784
13785 He bore no hate.
13786
13787 Hate. Love. Those are names. Rudy. Soon I am old. Big Ben his voice
13788 unfolded. Great voice Richie Goulding said, a flush struggling in his
13789 pale, to Bloom soon old. But when was young?
13790
13791 Ireland comes now. My country above the king. She listens. Who fears to
13792 speak of nineteen four? Time to be shoving. Looked enough.
13793
13794 --_Bless me, father,_ Dollard the croppy cried. _Bless me and let me
13795 go._
13796
13797 Tap.
13798
13799 Bloom looked, unblessed to go. Got up to kill: on eighteen bob a week.
13800 Fellows shell out the dibs. Want to keep your weathereye open. Those
13801 girls, those lovely. By the sad sea waves. Chorusgirl's romance. Letters
13802 read out for breach of promise. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum.
13803 Laughter in court. Henry. I never signed it. The lovely name you.
13804
13805 Low sank the music, air and words. Then hastened. The false priest
13806 rustling soldier from his cassock. A yeoman captain. They know it all by
13807 heart. The thrill they itch for. Yeoman cap.
13808
13809 Tap. Tap.
13810
13811 Thrilled she listened, bending in sympathy to hear.
13812
13813 Blank face. Virgin should say: or fingered only. Write something on it:
13814 page. If not what becomes of them? Decline, despair. Keeps them young.
13815 Even admire themselves. See. Play on her. Lip blow. Body of white woman,
13816 a flute alive. Blow gentle. Loud. Three holes, all women. Goddess I
13817 didn't see. They want it. Not too much polite. That's why he gets them.
13818 Gold in your pocket, brass in your face. Say something. Make her hear.
13819 With look to look. Songs without words. Molly, that hurdygurdy boy.
13820 She knew he meant the monkey was sick. Or because so like the Spanish.
13821 Understand animals too that way. Solomon did. Gift of nature.
13822
13823 Ventriloquise. My lips closed. Think in my stom. What?
13824
13825 Will? You? I. Want. You. To.
13826
13827 With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling in apoplectic bitch's
13828 bastard. A good thought, boy, to come. One hour's your time to live,
13829 your last.
13830
13831 Tap. Tap.
13832
13833 Thrill now. Pity they feel. To wipe away a tear for martyrs that want
13834 to, dying to, die. For all things dying, for all things born. Poor Mrs
13835 Purefoy. Hope she's over. Because their wombs.
13836
13837 A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly,
13838 hearing. See real beauty of the eye when she not speaks. On yonder
13839 river. At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave (her heaving embon) red
13840 rose rose slowly sank red rose. Heartbeats: her breath: breath that is
13841 life. And all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair.
13842
13843 But look. The bright stars fade. O rose! Castile. The morn. Ha. Lidwell.
13844 For him then not for. Infatuated. I like that? See her from here though.
13845 Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties.
13846
13847 On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia hand, lightly, plumply, leave
13848 it to my hands. All lost in pity for croppy. Fro, to: to, fro: over
13849 the polished knob (she knows his eyes, my eyes, her eyes) her thumb and
13850 finger passed in pity: passed, reposed and, gently touching, then slid
13851 so smoothly, slowly down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding
13852 through their sliding ring.
13853
13854 With a cock with a carra.
13855
13856 Tap. Tap. Tap.
13857
13858 I hold this house. Amen. He gnashed in fury. Traitors swing.
13859
13860 The chords consented. Very sad thing. But had to be. Get out before the
13861 end. Thanks, that was heavenly. Where's my hat. Pass by her. Can leave
13862 that Freeman. Letter I have. Suppose she were the? No. Walk, walk,
13863 walk. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell.
13864 Waaaaaaalk.
13865
13866 Well, I must be. Are you off? Yrfmstbyes. Blmstup. O'er ryehigh blue.
13867 Ow. Bloom stood up. Soap feeling rather sticky behind. Must have
13868 sweated: music. That lotion, remember. Well, so long. High grade. Card
13869 inside. Yes.
13870
13871 By deaf Pat in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed.
13872
13873 At Geneva barrack that young man died. At Passage was his body laid.
13874 Dolor! O, he dolores! The voice of the mournful chanter called to
13875 dolorous prayer.
13876
13877 By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties,
13878 by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and
13879 faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely
13880 Bloom.
13881
13882 Tap. Tap. Tap.
13883
13884 Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe
13885 a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.
13886
13887 Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway
13888 heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots all
13889 treading, boots not the boots the boy. General chorus off for a swill to
13890 wash it down. Glad I avoided.
13891
13892 --Come on, Ben, Simon Dedalus cried. By God, you're as good as ever you
13893 were.
13894
13895 --Better, said Tomgin Kernan. Most trenchant rendition of that ballad,
13896 upon my soul and honour It is.
13897
13898 --Lablache, said Father Cowley.
13899
13900 Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar, mightily praisefed
13901 and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering
13902 castagnettes in the air.
13903
13904 Big Benaben Dollard. Big Benben. Big Benben.
13905
13906 Rrr.
13907
13908 And deepmoved all, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all
13909 laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, in right good cheer.
13910
13911 --You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said.
13912
13913 Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.
13914
13915 --Ben machree, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade.
13916 Fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his
13917 person.
13918
13919 Rrrrrrrsss.
13920
13921 --Fat of death, Simon, Ben Dollard growled.
13922
13923 Richie rift in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Uncertainly
13924 he waited. Unpaid Pat too.
13925
13926 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
13927
13928 Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.
13929
13930 --Mr Dollard, they murmured low.
13931
13932 --Dollard, murmured tankard.
13933
13934 Tank one believed: miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll: the
13935 tank.
13936
13937 He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him, that
13938 is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollard, was it?
13939 Dollard, yes.
13940
13941 Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard. He sang that song lovely,
13942 murmured Mina. Mr Dollard. And _The last rose of summer_ was a lovely
13943 song. Mina loved that song. Tankard loved the song that Mina.
13944
13945 'Tis the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round
13946 inside.
13947
13948 Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. Postoffice near Reuben J's
13949 one and eightpence too. Get shut of it. Dodge round by Greek street.
13950 Wish I hadn't promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your
13951 nerves. Beerpull. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth.
13952 That rules the world.
13953
13954 Far. Far. Far. Far.
13955
13956 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
13957
13958 Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with
13959 sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses went Poldy
13960 on.
13961
13962 Tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap.
13963
13964 Cowley, he stuns himself with it: kind of drunkenness. Better give way
13965 only half way the way of a man with a maid. Instance enthusiasts. All
13966 ears. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Eyes shut. Head nodding in time. Dotty.
13967 You daren't budge. Thinking strictly prohibited. Always talking shop.
13968 Fiddlefaddle about notes.
13969
13970 All a kind of attempt to talk. Unpleasant when it stops because you
13971 never know exac. Organ in Gardiner street. Old Glynn fifty quid a year.
13972 Queer up there in the cockloft, alone, with stops and locks and keys.
13973 Seated all day at the organ. Maunder on for hours, talking to himself or
13974 the other fellow blowing the bellows. Growl angry, then shriek cursing
13975 (want to have wadding or something in his no don't she cried), then all
13976 of a soft sudden wee little wee little pipy wind.
13977
13978 Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom's little wee.
13979
13980 --Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. I was with him
13981 this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's...
13982
13983 --Ay, the Lord have mercy on him.
13984
13985 --By the bye there's a tuningfork in there on the...
13986
13987 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
13988
13989 --The wife has a fine voice. Or had. What? Lidwell asked.
13990
13991 --O, that must be the tuner, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw,
13992 forgot it when he was here.
13993
13994 Blind he was she told George Lidwell second I saw. And played so
13995 exquisitely, treat to hear. Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold.
13996
13997 --Shout! Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. Sing out!
13998
13999 --'lldo! cried Father Cowley.
14000
14001 Rrrrrr.
14002
14003 I feel I want...
14004
14005 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap
14006
14007 --Very, Mr Dedalus said, staring hard at a headless sardine.
14008
14009 Under the sandwichbell lay on a bier of bread one last, one lonely, last
14010 sardine of summer. Bloom alone.
14011
14012 --Very, he stared. The lower register, for choice.
14013
14014 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
14015
14016 Bloom went by Barry's. Wish I could. Wait. That wonderworker if I had.
14017 Twentyfour solicitors in that one house. Counted them. Litigation. Love
14018 one another. Piles of parchment. Messrs Pick and Pocket have power of
14019 attorney. Goulding, Collis, Ward.
14020
14021 But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. His vocation: Mickey
14022 Rooney's band. Wonder how it first struck him. Sitting at home after
14023 pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his band
14024 part. Pom. Pompedy. Jolly for the wife. Asses' skins. Welt them through
14025 life, then wallop after death. Pom. Wallop. Seems to be what you call
14026 yashmak or I mean kismet. Fate.
14027
14028 Tap. Tap. A stripling, blind, with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by
14029 Daly's window where a mermaid hair all streaming (but he couldn't see)
14030 blew whiffs of a mermaid (blind couldn't), mermaid, coolest whiff of
14031 all.
14032
14033 Instruments. A blade of grass, shell of her hands, then blow. Even
14034 comb and tissuepaper you can knock a tune out of. Molly in her shift in
14035 Lombard street west, hair down. I suppose each kind of trade made its
14036 own, don't you see? Hunter with a horn. Haw. Have you the? _Cloche.
14037 Sonnez la._ Shepherd his pipe. Pwee little wee. Policeman a whistle.
14038 Locks and keys! Sweep! Four o'clock's all's well! Sleep! All is lost
14039 now. Drum? Pompedy. Wait. I know. Towncrier, bumbailiff. Long John.
14040 Waken the dead. Pom. Dignam. Poor little _nominedomine._ Pom. It is
14041 music. I mean of course it's all pom pom pom very much what they call
14042 _da capo._ Still you can hear. As we march, we march along, march along.
14043 Pom.
14044
14045 I must really. Fff. Now if I did that at a banquet. Just a question of
14046 custom shah of Persia. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. All the same
14047 he must have been a bit of a natural not to see it was a yeoman cap.
14048 Muffled up. Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown macin. O,
14049 the whore of the lane!
14050
14051 A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the day
14052 along the quay towards Mr Bloom. When first he saw that form endearing?
14053 Yes, it is. I feel so lonely. Wet night in the lane. Horn. Who had
14054 the? Heehaw shesaw. Off her beat here. What is she? Hope she. Psst! Any
14055 chance of your wash. Knew Molly. Had me decked. Stout lady does be with
14056 you in the brown costume. Put you off your stroke, that. Appointment
14057 we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. Too dear too near to home
14058 sweet home. Sees me, does she? Looks a fright in the day. Face like dip.
14059 Damn her. O, well, she has to live like the rest. Look in here.
14060
14061 In Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold
14062 dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered
14063 candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Bargain: six bob. Might
14064 learn to play. Cheap. Let her pass. Course everything is dear if you
14065 don't want it. That's what good salesman is. Make you buy what he wants
14066 to sell. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. Wanted to
14067 charge me for the edge he gave it. She's passing now. Six bob.
14068
14069 Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund.
14070
14071 Near bronze from anear near gold from afar they chinked their clinking
14072 glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before bronze Lydia's tempting last
14073 rose of summer, rose of Castile. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a fifth:
14074 Lidwell, Si Dedalus, Bob Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard.
14075
14076 Tap. A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall.
14077
14078 Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's window. Robert
14079 Emmet's last words. Seven last words. Of Meyerbeer that is.
14080
14081 --True men like you men.
14082
14083 --Ay, ay, Ben.
14084
14085 --Will lift your glass with us.
14086
14087 They lifted.
14088
14089 Tschink. Tschunk.
14090
14091 Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He saw
14092 not gold. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie
14093 nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. He did not see.
14094
14095 Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Softly. _When my country takes
14096 her place among._
14097
14098 Prrprr.
14099
14100 Must be the bur.
14101
14102 Fff! Oo. Rrpr.
14103
14104 _Nations of the earth._ No-one behind. She's passed. _Then and not till
14105 then._ Tram kran kran kran. Good oppor. Coming. Krandlkrankran. I'm
14106 sure it's the burgund. Yes. One, two. _Let my epitaph be._ Kraaaaaa.
14107 _Written. I have._
14108
14109 Pprrpffrrppffff.
14110
14111 _Done._
14112
14113
14114
14115 I was just passing the time of day with old Troy of the D. M. P. at the
14116 corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but a bloody sweep came along
14117 and he near drove his gear into my eye. I turned around to let him have
14118 the weight of my tongue when who should I see dodging along Stony Batter
14119 only Joe Hynes.
14120
14121 --Lo, Joe, says I. How are you blowing? Did you see that bloody
14122 chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush?
14123
14124 --Soot's luck, says Joe. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?
14125
14126 --Old Troy, says I, was in the force. I'm on two minds not to give that
14127 fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and
14128 ladders.
14129
14130 --What are you doing round those parts? says Joe.
14131
14132 --Devil a much, says I. There's a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the
14133 garrison church at the corner of Chicken lane--old Troy was just giving
14134 me a wrinkle about him--lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar
14135 to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a
14136 hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Moses Herzog over there near Heytesbury
14137 street.
14138
14139 --Circumcised? says Joe.
14140
14141 --Ay, says I. A bit off the top. An old plumber named Geraghty. I'm
14142 hanging on to his taw now for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny
14143 out of him.
14144
14145 --That the lay you're on now? says Joe.
14146
14147 --Ay, says I. How are the mighty fallen! Collector of bad and doubtful
14148 debts. But that's the most notorious bloody robber you'd meet in a day's
14149 walk and the face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain.
14150 _Tell him,_ says he, _I dare him,_ says he, _and I doubledare him
14151 to send you round here again or if he does,_ says he, _I'll have
14152 him summonsed up before the court, so I will, for trading without a
14153 licence._ And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst. Jesus,
14154 I had to laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out. _He drink me my
14155 teas. He eat me my sugars. Because he no pay me my moneys?_
14156
14157 For nonperishable goods bought of Moses Herzog, of 13 Saint Kevin's
14158 parade in the city of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter
14159 called the vendor, and sold and delivered to Michael E. Geraghty,
14160 esquire, of 29 Arbour hill in the city of Dublin, Arran quay ward,
14161 gentleman, hereinafter called the purchaser, videlicet, five pounds
14162 avoirdupois of first choice tea at three shillings and no pence per
14163 pound avoirdupois and three stone avoirdupois of sugar, crushed crystal,
14164 at threepence per pound avoirdupois, the said purchaser debtor to the
14165 said vendor of one pound five shillings and sixpence sterling for value
14166 received which amount shall be paid by said purchaser to said vendor in
14167 weekly instalments every seven calendar days of three shillings and no
14168 pence sterling: and the said nonperishable goods shall not be pawned or
14169 pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser but shall
14170 be and remain and be held to be the sole and exclusive property of the
14171 said vendor to be disposed of at his good will and pleasure until the
14172 said amount shall have been duly paid by the said purchaser to the said
14173 vendor in the manner herein set forth as this day hereby agreed between
14174 the said vendor, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one
14175 part and the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns
14176 of the other part.
14177
14178 --Are you a strict t.t.? says Joe.
14179
14180 --Not taking anything between drinks, says I.
14181
14182 --What about paying our respects to our friend? says Joe.
14183
14184 --Who? says I. Sure, he's out in John of God's off his head, poor man.
14185
14186 --Drinking his own stuff? says Joe.
14187
14188 --Ay, says I. Whisky and water on the brain.
14189
14190 --Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe. I want to see the citizen.
14191
14192 --Barney mavourneen's be it, says I. Anything strange or wonderful, Joe?
14193
14194 --Not a word, says Joe. I was up at that meeting in the City Arms.
14195
14196 ---What was that, Joe? says I.
14197
14198 --Cattle traders, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease. I want to
14199 give the citizen the hard word about it.
14200
14201 So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the
14202 courthouse talking of one thing or another. Decent fellow Joe when he
14203 has it but sure like that he never has it. Jesus, I couldn't get over
14204 that bloody foxy Geraghty, the daylight robber. For trading without a
14205 licence, says he.
14206
14207 In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan. There
14208 rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. There sleep the mighty dead as in
14209 life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown. A pleasant land
14210 it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the
14211 gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the
14212 grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse
14213 fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to
14214 be enumerated. In the mild breezes of the west and of the east the lofty
14215 trees wave in different directions their firstclass foliage, the wafty
14216 sycamore, the Lebanonian cedar, the exalted planetree, the eugenic
14217 eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which
14218 that region is thoroughly well supplied. Lovely maidens sit in close
14219 proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs
14220 while they play with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden
14221 ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings,
14222 creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects. And heroes
14223 voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless
14224 princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth
14225 sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of
14226 the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of kings.
14227
14228 And there rises a shining palace whose crystal glittering roof is seen
14229 by mariners who traverse the extensive sea in barks built expressly for
14230 that purpose, and thither come all herds and fatlings and firstfruits
14231 of that land for O'Connell Fitzsimon takes toll of them, a chieftain
14232 descended from chieftains. Thither the extremely large wains bring
14233 foison of the fields, flaskets of cauliflowers, floats of spinach,
14234 pineapple chunks, Rangoon beans, strikes of tomatoes, drums of figs,
14235 drills of Swedes, spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale,
14236 York and Savoy, and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and punnets of
14237 mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red
14238 green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and
14239 chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious,
14240 and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes.
14241
14242 I dare him, says he, and I doubledare him. Come out here, Geraghty, you
14243 notorious bloody hill and dale robber!
14244
14245 And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed
14246 ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium steers
14247 and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and storesheep and
14248 Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the
14249 various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus
14250 heifers and polly bulllocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime
14251 premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is ever heard a trampling,
14252 cackling, roaring, lowing, bleating, bellowing, rumbling, grunting,
14253 champing, chewing, of sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from
14254 pasturelands of Lusk and Rush and Carrickmines and from the streamy
14255 vales of Thomond, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and
14256 lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the gentle declivities of the
14257 place of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of
14258 milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and
14259 targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds,
14260 various in size, the agate with this dun.
14261
14262 So we turned into Barney Kiernan's and there, sure enough, was the
14263 citizen up in the corner having a great confab with himself and that
14264 bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he waiting for what the sky would
14265 drop in the way of drink.
14266
14267 --There he is, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his
14268 load of papers, working for the cause.
14269
14270 The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him would give you the creeps. Be
14271 a corporal work of mercy if someone would take the life of that bloody
14272 dog. I'm told for a fact he ate a good part of the breeches off a
14273 constabulary man in Santry that came round one time with a blue paper
14274 about a licence.
14275
14276 --Stand and deliver, says he.
14277
14278 --That's all right, citizen, says Joe. Friends here.
14279
14280 --Pass, friends, says he.
14281
14282 Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he:
14283
14284 --What's your opinion of the times?
14285
14286 Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. But, begob, Joe was equal to
14287 the occasion.
14288
14289 --I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his
14290 fork.
14291
14292 So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:
14293
14294 --Foreign wars is the cause of it.
14295
14296 And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:
14297
14298 --It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.
14299
14300 --Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I. I've a thirst on me
14301 I wouldn't sell for half a crown.
14302
14303 --Give it a name, citizen, says Joe.
14304
14305 --Wine of the country, says he.
14306
14307 --What's yours? says Joe.
14308
14309 --Ditto MacAnaspey, says I.
14310
14311 --Three pints, Terry, says Joe. And how's the old heart, citizen? says
14312 he.
14313
14314 --Never better, _a chara_, says he. What Garry? Are we going to win? Eh?
14315
14316 And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck
14317 and, by Jesus, he near throttled him.
14318
14319 The figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was
14320 that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired
14321 freelyfreckled shaggybearded widemouthed largenosed longheaded
14322 deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed
14323 hero. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his
14324 rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his
14325 body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in
14326 hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse (_Ulex Europeus_).
14327 The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same tawny hue
14328 projected, were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous
14329 obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest. The eyes
14330 in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the
14331 dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower. A powerful current of warm breath
14332 issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth
14333 while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his
14334 formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of
14335 the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and
14336 tremble.
14337
14338 He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching
14339 to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by
14340 a girdle of plaited straw and rushes. Beneath this he wore trews of
14341 deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. His nether extremities were encased
14342 in high Balbriggan buskins dyed in lichen purple, the feet being shod
14343 with brogues of salted cowhide laced with the windpipe of the same
14344 beast. From his girdle hung a row of seastones which jangled at every
14345 movement of his portentous frame and on these were graven with rude
14346 yet striking art the tribal images of many Irish heroes and heroines of
14347 antiquity, Cuchulin, Conn of hundred battles, Niall of nine hostages,
14348 Brian of Kincora, the ardri Malachi, Art MacMurragh, Shane O'Neill,
14349 Father John Murphy, Owen Roe, Patrick Sarsfield, Red Hugh O'Donnell,
14350 Red Jim MacDermott, Soggarth Eoghan O'Growney, Michael Dwyer, Francy
14351 Higgins, Henry Joy M'Cracken, Goliath, Horace Wheatley, Thomas Conneff,
14352 Peg Woffington, the Village Blacksmith, Captain Moonlight, Captain
14353 Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S. Brendan,
14354 Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the
14355 Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for
14356 Galway, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap,
14357 The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L.
14358 Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir
14359 Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of
14360 Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick
14361 W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez,
14362 Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas
14363 Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig
14364 Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly
14365 Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve,
14366 Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama
14367 Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye,
14368 the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah
14369 O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. A couched spear of
14370 acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage
14371 animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was
14372 sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and
14373 spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time
14374 by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of
14375 paleolithic stone.
14376
14377 So anyhow Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the
14378 sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him land out a quid O, as true as
14379 I'm telling you. A goodlooking sovereign.
14380
14381 --And there's more where that came from, says he.
14382
14383 --Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe? says I.
14384
14385 --Sweat of my brow, says Joe. 'Twas the prudent member gave me the
14386 wheeze.
14387
14388 --I saw him before I met you, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and
14389 Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the guts of the fish.
14390
14391 Who comes through Michan's land, bedight in sable armour? O'Bloom,
14392 the son of Rory: it is he. Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the
14393 prudent soul.
14394
14395 --For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen, the subsidised
14396 organ. The pledgebound party on the floor of the house. And look at this
14397 blasted rag, says he. Look at this, says he. _The Irish Independent,_ if
14398 you please, founded by Parnell to be the workingman's friend. Listen to
14399 the births and deaths in the _Irish all for Ireland Independent,_ and
14400 I'll thank you and the marriages.
14401
14402 And he starts reading them out:
14403
14404 --Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's
14405 on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. How's that, eh? Wright
14406 and Flint, Vincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the
14407 late George Alfred Gillett, 179 Clapham road, Stockwell, Playwood and
14408 Ridsdale at Saint Jude's, Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest,
14409 dean of Worcester. Eh? Deaths. Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr,
14410 Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Moat
14411 house, Chepstow...
14412
14413 --I know that fellow, says Joe, from bitter experience.
14414
14415 --Cockburn. Dimsey, wife of David Dimsey, late of the admiralty: Miller,
14416 Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning street,
14417 Liverpool, Isabella Helen. How's that for a national press, eh, my brown
14418 son! How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?
14419
14420 --Ah, well, says Joe, handing round the boose. Thanks be to God they had
14421 the start of us. Drink that, citizen.
14422
14423 --I will, says he, honourable person.
14424
14425 --Health, Joe, says I. And all down the form.
14426
14427 Ah! Ow! Don't be talking! I was blue mouldy for the want of that pint.
14428 Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click.
14429
14430 And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came
14431 swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely youth and behind him
14432 there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred
14433 scrolls of law and with him his lady wife a dame of peerless lineage,
14434 fairest of her race.
14435
14436 Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney's
14437 snug, squeezed up with the laughing. And who was sitting up there in
14438 the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world only Bob
14439 Doran. I didn't know what was up and Alf kept making signs out of the
14440 door. And begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen
14441 in his bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and
14442 the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman, trotting like a
14443 poodle. I thought Alf would split.
14444
14445 --Look at him, says he. Breen. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a
14446 postcard someone sent him with U. p: up on it to take a li...
14447
14448 And he doubled up.
14449
14450 --Take a what? says I.
14451
14452 --Libel action, says he, for ten thousand pounds.
14453
14454 --O hell! says I.
14455
14456 The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of God in you
14457 seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.
14458
14459 _--Bi i dho husht,_ says he.
14460
14461 --Who? says Joe.
14462
14463 --Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round
14464 to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to
14465 the subsheriff's for a lark. O God, I've a pain laughing. U. p: up. The
14466 long fellow gave him an eye as good as a process and now the bloody old
14467 lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for a G man.
14468
14469 --When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? says Joe.
14470
14471 --Bergan, says Bob Doran, waking up. Is that Alf Bergan?
14472
14473 --Yes, says Alf. Hanging? Wait till I show you. Here, Terry, give us a
14474 pony. That bloody old fool! Ten thousand pounds. You should have seen
14475 long John's eye. U. p...
14476
14477 And he started laughing.
14478
14479 --Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran. Is that Bergan?
14480
14481 --Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf.
14482
14483 Terence O'Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup
14484 full of the foamy ebon ale which the noble twin brothers Bungiveagh and
14485 Bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevats, cunning as the sons of
14486 deathless Leda. For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and
14487 mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour
14488 juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day
14489 from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat.
14490
14491 Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to the manner born,
14492 that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that
14493 thirsted, the soul of chivalry, in beauty akin to the immortals.
14494
14495 But he, the young chief of the O'Bergan's, could ill brook to be outdone
14496 in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture a testoon of
14497 costliest bronze. Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen
14498 the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Brunswick,
14499 Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the
14500 United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the British dominions
14501 beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even
14502 she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for
14503 they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun to the going down
14504 thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop.
14505
14506 --What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen, prowling up and
14507 down outside?
14508
14509 --What's that? says Joe.
14510
14511 --Here you are, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. Talking about hanging,
14512 I'll show you something you never saw. Hangmen's letters. Look at here.
14513
14514 So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket.
14515
14516 --Are you codding? says I.
14517
14518 --Honest injun, says Alf. Read them.
14519
14520 So Joe took up the letters.
14521
14522 --Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran.
14523
14524 So I saw there was going to be a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap when
14525 the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk:
14526
14527 --How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?
14528
14529 --I don't know, says Alf I saw him just now in Capel street with Paddy
14530 Dignam. Only I was running after that...
14531
14532 --You what? says Joe, throwing down the letters. With who?
14533
14534 --With Dignam, says Alf.
14535
14536 --Is it Paddy? says Joe.
14537
14538 --Yes, says Alf. Why?
14539
14540 --Don't you know he's dead? says Joe.
14541
14542 --Paddy Dignam dead! says Alf.
14543
14544 --Ay, says Joe.
14545
14546 --Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, as plain as
14547 a pikestaff.
14548
14549 --Who's dead? says Bob Doran.
14550
14551 --You saw his ghost then, says Joe, God between us and harm.
14552
14553 --What? says Alf. Good Christ, only five... What?... And Willy Murray
14554 with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's... What? Dignam
14555 dead?
14556
14557 --What about Dignam? says Bob Doran. Who's talking about...?
14558
14559 --Dead! says Alf. He's no more dead than you are.
14560
14561 --Maybe so, says Joe. They took the liberty of burying him this morning
14562 anyhow.
14563
14564 --Paddy? says Alf.
14565
14566 --Ay, says Joe. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him.
14567
14568 --Good Christ! says Alf.
14569
14570 Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.
14571
14572 In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by
14573 tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing
14574 luminosity of ruby light became gradually visible, the apparition of
14575 the etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge
14576 of jivic rays from the crown of the head and face. Communication was
14577 effected through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery
14578 and scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus.
14579 Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he
14580 stated that he was now on the path of pr l ya or return but was still
14581 submitted to trial at the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the
14582 lower astral levels. In reply to a question as to his first sensations
14583 in the great divide beyond he stated that previously he had seen as in a
14584 glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities
14585 of atmic development opened up to them. Interrogated as to whether life
14586 there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he had heard
14587 from more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were
14588 equipped with every modern home comfort such as talafana, alavatar,
14589 hatakalda, wataklasat and that the highest adepts were steeped in
14590 waves of volupcy of the very purest nature. Having requested a quart of
14591 buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. Asked if he
14592 had any message for the living he exhorted all who were still at the
14593 wrong side of Maya to acknowledge the true path for it was reported
14594 in devanic circles that Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the
14595 eastern angle where the ram has power. It was then queried whether there
14596 were any special desires on the part of the defunct and the reply was:
14597 _We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. Mind C. K.
14598 doesn't pile it on._ It was ascertained that the reference was to Mr
14599 Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H. J. O'Neill's popular
14600 funeral establishment, a personal friend of the defunct, who had been
14601 responsible for the carrying out of the interment arrangements. Before
14602 departing he requested that it should be told to his dear son Patsy that
14603 the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the
14604 commode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's
14605 to be soled only as the heels were still good. He stated that this had
14606 greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other region and earnestly
14607 requested that his desire should be made known.
14608
14609 Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was
14610 intimated that this had given satisfaction.
14611
14612 He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. Fleet was
14613 his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. Wail, Banba, with
14614 your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind.
14615
14616 --There he is again, says the citizen, staring out.
14617
14618 --Who? says I.
14619
14620 --Bloom, says he. He's on point duty up and down there for the last ten
14621 minutes.
14622
14623 And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again.
14624
14625 Little Alf was knocked bawways. Faith, he was.
14626
14627 --Good Christ! says he. I could have sworn it was him.
14628
14629 And says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest
14630 blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence:
14631
14632 --Who said Christ is good?
14633
14634 --I beg your parsnips, says Alf.
14635
14636 --Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy
14637 Dignam?
14638
14639 --Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He's over all his troubles.
14640
14641 But Bob Doran shouts out of him.
14642
14643 --He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam.
14644
14645 Terry came down and tipped him the wink to keep quiet, that they didn't
14646 want that kind of talk in a respectable licensed premises. And Bob Doran
14647 starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you're there.
14648
14649 --The finest man, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character.
14650
14651 The tear is bloody near your eye. Talking through his bloody hat. Fitter
14652 for him go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married, Mooney, the
14653 bumbailiff's daughter, mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street, that
14654 used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was
14655 stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her, exposing
14656 her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour.
14657
14658 --The noblest, the truest, says he. And he's gone, poor little Willy,
14659 poor little Paddy Dignam.
14660
14661 And mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that
14662 beam of heaven.
14663
14664 Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round
14665 the door.
14666
14667 --Come in, come on, he won't eat you, says the citizen.
14668
14669 So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry was
14670 Martin Cunningham there.
14671
14672 --O, Christ M'Keown, says Joe, reading one of the letters. Listen to
14673 this, will you?
14674
14675 And he starts reading out one.
14676
14677 _7 Hunter Street, Liverpool. To the High Sheriff of Dublin, Dublin._
14678
14679 _Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful
14680 case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of Febuary 1900 and i
14681 hanged..._
14682
14683 --Show us, Joe, says I.
14684
14685 --_... private Arthur Chace for fowl murder of Jessie Tilsit in
14686 Pentonville prison and i was assistant when..._
14687
14688 --Jesus, says I.
14689
14690 --_... Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith..._
14691
14692 The citizen made a grab at the letter.
14693
14694 --Hold hard, says Joe, _i have a special nack of putting the noose once
14695 in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my
14696 terms is five ginnees._
14697
14698 _H. RUMBOLD, MASTER BARBER._
14699
14700 --And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says the citizen.
14701
14702 --And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Here, says he, take them
14703 to hell out of my sight, Alf. Hello, Bloom, says he, what will you have?
14704
14705 So they started arguing about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he
14706 couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he said well
14707 he'd just take a cigar. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake.
14708
14709 --Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe.
14710
14711 And Alf was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card with a
14712 black border round it.
14713
14714 --They're all barbers, says he, from the black country that would hang
14715 their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses.
14716
14717 And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his
14718 heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they
14719 chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob a skull.
14720
14721 In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor. Their
14722 deadly coil they grasp: yea, and therein they lead to Erebus whatsoever
14723 wight hath done a deed of blood for I will on nowise suffer it even so
14724 saith the Lord.
14725
14726 So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom
14727 comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the codology of the
14728 business and the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those jewies
14729 does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't
14730 know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on.
14731
14732 --There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf.
14733
14734 --What's that? says Joe.
14735
14736 --The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf.
14737
14738 --That so? says Joe.
14739
14740 --God's truth, says Alf. I heard that from the head warder that was in
14741
14742 Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. He told me when
14743 they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like
14744 a poker.
14745
14746 --Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe, as someone said.
14747
14748 --That can be explained by science, says Bloom. It's only a natural
14749 phenomenon, don't you see, because on account of the...
14750
14751 And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and
14752 this phenomenon and the other phenomenon.
14753
14754 The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered
14755 medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the
14756 cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would,
14757 according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be
14758 calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent
14759 ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus,
14760 thereby causing the elastic pores of the _corpora cavernosa_ to rapidly
14761 dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood
14762 to that part of the human anatomy known as the penis or male organ
14763 resulting in the phenomenon which has been denominated by the faculty
14764 a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection _in articulo
14765 mortis per diminutionem capitis._
14766
14767 So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word and
14768 he starts gassing out of him about the invincibles and the old guard and
14769 the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and Joe with
14770 him about all the fellows that were hanged, drawn and transported for
14771 the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that
14772 and the other. Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new
14773 dog so he ought. Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round
14774 the place and scratching his scabs. And round he goes to Bob Doran that
14775 was standing Alf a half one sucking up for what he could get. So of
14776 course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him:
14777
14778 --Give us the paw! Give the paw, doggy! Good old doggy! Give the paw
14779 here! Give us the paw!
14780
14781 Arrah, bloody end to the paw he'd paw and Alf trying to keep him from
14782 tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody old dog and he talking
14783 all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and
14784 intelligent dog: give you the bloody pip. Then he starts scraping a few
14785 bits of old biscuit out of the bottom of a Jacobs' tin he told Terry to
14786 bring. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging
14787 out of him a yard long for more. Near ate the tin and all, hungry bloody
14788 mongrel.
14789
14790 And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, the
14791 brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet
14792 and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and
14793 she's far from the land. And Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown
14794 cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. Phenomenon! The fat heap he
14795 married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley.
14796 Time they were stopping up in the _City Arms_ pisser Burke told me there
14797 was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom
14798 trying to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing bézique
14799 to come in for a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a
14800 Friday because the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the
14801 lout out for a walk. And one time he led him the rounds of Dublin and,
14802 by the holy farmer, he never cried crack till he brought him home as
14803 drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of
14804 alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's
14805 a queer story, the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the
14806 hotel. Jesus, I had to laugh at pisser Burke taking them off chewing
14807 the fat. And Bloom with his _but don't you see?_ and _but on the other
14808 hand_. And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after,
14809 the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five
14810 times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the
14811 bloody establishment. Phenomenon!
14812
14813 --The memory of the dead, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and
14814 glaring at Bloom.
14815
14816 --Ay, ay, says Joe.
14817
14818 --You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. What I mean is...
14819
14820 --_Sinn Fein!_ says the citizen. _Sinn Fein amhain!_ The friends we love
14821 are by our side and the foes we hate before us.
14822
14823 The last farewell was affecting in the extreme. From the belfries far
14824 and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the
14825 gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums
14826 punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance. The deafening
14827 claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up
14828 the ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its
14829 supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle. A torrential rain
14830 poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the
14831 bared heads of the assembled multitude which numbered at the
14832 lowest computation five hundred thousand persons. A posse of Dublin
14833 Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person
14834 maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and
14835 reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on
14836 their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from
14837 the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse. Special quick excursion trains
14838 and upholstered charabancs had been provided for the comfort of our
14839 country cousins of whom there were large contingents. Considerable
14840 amusement was caused by the favourite Dublin streetsingers L-n-h-n and
14841 M-ll-g-n who sang _The Night before Larry was stretched_ in their usual
14842 mirth-provoking fashion. Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade
14843 with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody
14844 who has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity
14845 will grudge them their hardearned pennies. The children of the Male and
14846 Female Foundling Hospital who thronged the windows overlooking the scene
14847 were delighted with this unexpected addition to the day's entertainment
14848 and a word of praise is due to the Little Sisters of the Poor for their
14849 excellent idea of affording the poor fatherless and motherless children
14850 a genuinely instructive treat. The viceregal houseparty which included
14851 many wellknown ladies was chaperoned by Their Excellencies to the most
14852 favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign
14853 delegation known as the Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated
14854 on a tribune directly opposite. The delegation, present in full force,
14855 consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone (the semiparalysed
14856 _doyen_ of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a
14857 powerful steam crane), Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitépatant, the Grandjoker
14858 Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von
14859 Schwanzenbad-Hodenthaler, Countess Marha Virága Kisászony Putrápesthi,
14860 Hiram Y. Bomboost, Count Athanatos Karamelopulos, Ali Baba Backsheesh
14861 Rahat Lokum Effendi, Senor Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y Palabras
14862 y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung
14863 Chang, Olaf Kobberkeddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe
14864 Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch, Borus
14865 Hupinkoff, Herr Hurhausdirektorpresident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli,
14866 Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocent
14867 -generalhistoryspecialprofessordoctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein. All the
14868 delegates without exception expressed themselves in the strongest
14869 possible heterogeneous terms concerning the nameless barbarity which
14870 they had been called upon to witness. An animated altercation (in which
14871 all took part) ensued among the F. O. T. E. I. as to whether the eighth
14872 or the ninth of March was the correct date of the birth of Ireland's
14873 patron saint. In the course of the argument cannonballs, scimitars,
14874 boomerangs, blunderbusses, stinkpots, meatchoppers, umbrellas,
14875 catapults, knuckledusters, sandbags, lumps of pig iron were resorted to
14876 and blows were freely exchanged. The baby policeman, Constable
14877 MacFadden, summoned by special courier from Booterstown, quickly
14878 restored order and with lightning promptitude proposed the seventeenth
14879 of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending
14880 parties. The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all
14881 and was unanimously accepted. Constable MacFadden was heartily
14882 congratulated by all the F.O.T.E.I., several of whom were bleeding
14883 profusely. Commendatore Beninobenone having been extricated from
14884 underneath the presidential armchair, it was explained by his legal
14885 adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his
14886 thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the affray from the
14887 pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their
14888 senses. The objects (which included several hundred ladies' and
14889 gentlemen's gold and silver watches) were promptly restored to their
14890 rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme.
14891
14892 Quietly, unassumingly Rumbold stepped on to the scaffold in faultless
14893 morning dress and wearing his favourite flower, the _Gladiolus
14894 Cruentus_. He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough
14895 which so many have tried (unsuccessfully) to imitate--short,
14896 painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. The arrival of the
14897 worldrenowned headsman was greeted by a roar of acclamation from the
14898 huge concourse, the viceregal ladies waving their handkerchiefs in
14899 their excitement while the even more excitable foreign delegates
14900 cheered vociferously in a medley of cries, _hoch, banzai, eljen, zivio,
14901 chinchin, polla kronia, hiphip, vive, Allah_, amid which the ringing
14902 _evviva_ of the delegate of the land of song (a high double F recalling
14903 those piercingly lovely notes with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured
14904 our greatgreatgrandmothers) was easily distinguishable. It was exactly
14905 seventeen o'clock. The signal for prayer was then promptly given by
14906 megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's
14907 patriarchal sombrero, which has been in the possession of his family
14908 since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser
14909 in attendance, Dr Pippi. The learned prelate who administered the last
14910 comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death
14911 penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater, his
14912 cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the throne of grace
14913 fervent prayers of supplication. Hand by the block stood the grim figure
14914 of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot
14915 with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered
14916 furiously. As he awaited the fatal signal he tested the edge of his
14917 horrible weapon by honing it upon his brawny forearm or decapitated
14918 in rapid succession a flock of sheep which had been provided by the
14919 admirers of his fell but necessary office. On a handsome mahogany table
14920 near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife, the various
14921 finely tempered disembowelling appliances (specially supplied by the
14922 worldfamous firm of cutlers, Messrs John Round and Sons, Sheffield),
14923 a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum, colon,
14924 blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two
14925 commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious blood of the
14926 most precious victim. The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and
14927 dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished
14928 to that beneficent institution. Quite an excellent repast consisting of
14929 rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious
14930 hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided
14931 by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the
14932 tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced
14933 the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he,
14934 with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion
14935 and expressed the dying wish (immediately acceded to) that the meal
14936 should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the sick and
14937 indigent roomkeepers' association as a token of his regard and esteem.
14938 The _nec_ and _non plus ultra_ of emotion were reached when the blushing
14939 bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders
14940 and flung herself upon the muscular bosom of him who was about to be
14941 launched into eternity for her sake. The hero folded her willowy form in
14942 a loving embrace murmuring fondly _Sheila, my own_. Encouraged by
14943 this use of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various
14944 suitable areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb
14945 permitted her ardour to reach. She swore to him as they mingled the salt
14946 streams of their tears that she would ever cherish his memory, that she
14947 would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his
14948 lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. She
14949 brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood
14950 together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the
14951 innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present,
14952 they both laughed heartily, all the spectators, including the venerable
14953 pastor, joining in the general merriment. That monster audience simply
14954 rocked with delight. But anon they were overcome with grief and clasped
14955 their hands for the last time. A fresh torrent of tears burst from their
14956 lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost
14957 core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the least affected being the
14958 aged prebendary himself. Big strong men, officers of the peace and
14959 genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of
14960 their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was not a dry eye
14961 in that record assemblage. A most romantic incident occurred when a
14962 handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair
14963 sex, stepped forward and, presenting his visiting card, bankbook
14964 and genealogical tree, solicited the hand of the hapless young lady,
14965 requesting her to name the day, and was accepted on the spot. Every lady
14966 in the audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion
14967 in the shape of a skull and crossbones brooch, a timely and generous
14968 act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion: and when the gallant young
14969 Oxonian (the bearer, by the way, of one of the most timehonoured names
14970 in Albion's history) placed on the finger of his blushing _fiancée_ an
14971 expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a
14972 fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds. Nay, even the
14973 ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan
14974 Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had blown a
14975 considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching,
14976 could not now restrain his natural emotion. With his mailed gauntlet
14977 he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged
14978 burghers who happened to be in his immediate _entourage,_ to murmur to
14979 himself in a faltering undertone:
14980
14981 --God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. Blimey it
14982 makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause
14983 I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.
14984
14985 So then the citizen begins talking about the Irish language and the
14986 corporation meeting and all to that and the shoneens that can't speak
14987 their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a
14988 quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that
14989 he cadged off of Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the
14990 antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland. Antitreating is
14991 about the size of it. Gob, he'd let you pour all manner of drink down
14992 his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth
14993 of his pint. And one night I went in with a fellow into one of their
14994 musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up on a truss of
14995 hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was a fellow with a Ballyhooly
14996 blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him in Irish and a lot of colleen
14997 bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals
14998 and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, flahoolagh
14999 entertainment, don't be talking. Ireland sober is Ireland free. And
15000 then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers
15001 shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. And one or two
15002 sky pilots having an eye around that there was no goings on with the
15003 females, hitting below the belt.
15004
15005 So howandever, as I was saying, the old dog seeing the tin was empty
15006 starts mousing around by Joe and me. I'd train him by kindness, so I
15007 would, if he was my dog. Give him a rousing fine kick now and again
15008 where it wouldn't blind him.
15009
15010 --Afraid he'll bite you? says the citizen, jeering.
15011
15012 --No, says I. But he might take my leg for a lamppost.
15013
15014 So he calls the old dog over.
15015
15016 --What's on you, Garry? says he.
15017
15018 Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and the
15019 old towser growling, letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera.
15020 Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. Someone that
15021 has nothing better to do ought to write a letter _pro bono publico_ to
15022 the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that. Growling
15023 and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the
15024 hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.
15025
15026 All those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the
15027 lower animals (and their name is legion) should make a point of not
15028 missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the
15029 famous old Irish red setter wolfdog formerly known by the _sobriquet_ of
15030 Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and
15031 acquaintances Owen Garry. The exhibition, which is the result of years
15032 of training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system,
15033 comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse. Our
15034 greatest living phonetic expert (wild horses shall not drag it from us!)
15035 has left no stone unturned in his efforts to delucidate and compare
15036 the verse recited and has found it bears a _striking_ resemblance (the
15037 italics are ours) to the ranns of ancient Celtic bards. We are not
15038 speaking so much of those delightful lovesongs with which the writer who
15039 conceals his identity under the graceful pseudonym of the Little
15040 Sweet Branch has familiarised the bookloving world but rather (as
15041 a contributor D. O. C. points out in an interesting communication
15042 published by an evening contemporary) of the harsher and more personal
15043 note which is found in the satirical effusions of the famous Raftery and
15044 of Donal MacConsidine to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present
15045 very much in the public eye. We subjoin a specimen which has been
15046 rendered into English by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we
15047 are not at liberty to disclose though we believe that our readers will
15048 find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. The metrical
15049 system of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative
15050 and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more
15051 complicated but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has
15052 been well caught. Perhaps it should be added that the effect is greatly
15053 increased if Owen's verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in
15054 a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour.
15055
15056 _The curse of my curses
15057 Seven days every day
15058 And seven dry Thursdays
15059 On you, Barney Kiernan,
15060 Has no sup of water
15061 To cool my courage,
15062 And my guts red roaring
15063 After Lowry's lights._
15064
15065 So he told Terry to bring some water for the dog and, gob, you could
15066 hear him lapping it up a mile off. And Joe asked him would he have
15067 another.
15068
15069 --I will, says he, _a chara_, to show there's no ill feeling.
15070
15071 Gob, he's not as green as he's cabbagelooking. Arsing around from one
15072 pub to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog
15073 and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators. Entertainment for
15074 man and beast. And says Joe:
15075
15076 --Could you make a hole in another pint?
15077
15078 --Could a swim duck? says I.
15079
15080 --Same again, Terry, says Joe. Are you sure you won't have anything in
15081 the way of liquid refreshment? says he.
15082
15083 --Thank you, no, says Bloom. As a matter of fact I just wanted to meet
15084 Martin Cunningham, don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's.
15085 Martin asked me to go to the house. You see, he, Dignam, I mean, didn't
15086 serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the time and
15087 nominally under the act the mortgagee can't recover on the policy.
15088
15089 --Holy Wars, says Joe, laughing, that's a good one if old Shylock is
15090 landed. So the wife comes out top dog, what?
15091
15092 --Well, that's a point, says Bloom, for the wife's admirers.
15093
15094 --Whose admirers? says Joe.
15095
15096 --The wife's advisers, I mean, says Bloom.
15097
15098 Then he starts all confused mucking it up about mortgagor under the act
15099 like the lord chancellor giving it out on the bench and for the benefit
15100 of the wife and that a trust is created but on the other hand that
15101 Dignam owed Bridgeman the money and if now the wife or the widow
15102 contested the mortgagee's right till he near had the head of me addled
15103 with his mortgagor under the act. He was bloody safe he wasn't run in
15104 himself under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a
15105 friend in court. Selling bazaar tickets or what do you call it royal
15106 Hungarian privileged lottery. True as you're there. O, commend me to an
15107 israelite! Royal and privileged Hungarian robbery.
15108
15109 So Bob Doran comes lurching around asking Bloom to tell Mrs Dignam he
15110 was sorry for her trouble and he was very sorry about the funeral and
15111 to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that there was
15112 never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy that's dead to tell her.
15113 Choking with bloody foolery. And shaking Bloom's hand doing the tragic
15114 to tell her that. Shake hands, brother. You're a rogue and I'm another.
15115
15116 --Let me, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however
15117 slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded,
15118 as I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of
15119 you this favour. But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve
15120 let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness.
15121
15122 --No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which
15123 actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to
15124 me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow,
15125 this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of
15126 the cup.
15127
15128 --Then suffer me to take your hand, said he. The goodness of your heart,
15129 I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words
15130 the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose
15131 poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of
15132 speech.
15133
15134 And off with him and out trying to walk straight. Boosed at five
15135 o'clock. Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the
15136 bobby, 14A. Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after
15137 closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking
15138 porter out of teacups. And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls,
15139 Joseph Manuo, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he serving
15140 mass in Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote
15141 the new testament, and the old testament, and hugging and smugging. And
15142 the two shawls killed with the laughing, picking his pockets, the bloody
15143 fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls
15144 screeching laughing at one another. _How is your testament? Have you got
15145 an old testament?_ Only Paddy was passing there, I tell you what. Then
15146 see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife, and she wagging
15147 her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her, no
15148 less, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the little lady. Jack Mooney's
15149 sister. And the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to street
15150 couples. Gob, Jack made him toe the line. Told him if he didn't patch up
15151 the pot, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him.
15152
15153 So Terry brought the three pints.
15154
15155 --Here, says Joe, doing the honours. Here, citizen.
15156
15157 --_Slan leat_, says he.
15158
15159 --Fortune, Joe, says I. Good health, citizen.
15160
15161 Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Want a small
15162 fortune to keep him in drinks.
15163
15164 --Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? says Joe.
15165
15166 --Friend of yours, says Alf.
15167
15168 --Nannan? says Joe. The mimber?
15169
15170 --I won't mention any names, says Alf.
15171
15172 --I thought so, says Joe. I saw him up at that meeting now with William
15173 Field, M. P., the cattle traders.
15174
15175 --Hairy Iopas, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of
15176 all countries and the idol of his own.
15177
15178 So Joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease
15179 and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen
15180 sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his
15181 sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the
15182 guaranteed remedy for timber tongue. Because he was up one time in a
15183 knacker's yard. Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head
15184 and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the order of the boot
15185 for giving lip to a grazier. Mister Knowall. Teach your grandmother how
15186 to milk ducks. Pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel the wife used
15187 to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out
15188 with her eight inches of fat all over her. Couldn't loosen her farting
15189 strings but old cod's eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do
15190 it. What's your programme today? Ay. Humane methods. Because the poor
15191 animals suffer and experts say and the best known remedy that doesn't
15192 cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently. Gob,
15193 he'd have a soft hand under a hen.
15194
15195 Ga Ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Black Liz is our hen. She lays eggs for
15196 us. When she lays her egg she is so glad. Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Then
15197 comes good uncle Leo. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her
15198 fresh egg. Ga ga ga ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook.
15199
15200 --Anyhow, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London
15201 to ask about it on the floor of the house of commons.
15202
15203 --Are you sure, says Bloom, the councillor is going? I wanted to see
15204 him, as it happens.
15205
15206 --Well, he's going off by the mailboat, says Joe, tonight.
15207
15208 --That's too bad, says Bloom. I wanted particularly. Perhaps only Mr
15209 Field is going. I couldn't phone. No. You're sure?
15210
15211 --Nannan's going too, says Joe. The league told him to ask a question
15212 tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the
15213 park. What do you think of that, citizen? _The Sluagh na h-Eireann_.
15214
15215 Mr Cowe Conacre (Multifarnham. Nat.): Arising out of the question of
15216 my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right
15217 honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these
15218 animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming
15219 as to their pathological condition?
15220
15221 Mr Allfours (Tamoshant. Con.): Honourable members are already in
15222 possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole
15223 house. I feel I cannot usefully add anything to that. The answer to the
15224 honourable member's question is in the affirmative.
15225
15226 Mr Orelli O'Reilly (Montenotte. Nat.): Have similar orders been issued
15227 for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the
15228 Phoenix park?
15229
15230 Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative.
15231
15232 Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman's famous
15233 Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury
15234 bench? (O! O!)
15235
15236 Mr Allfours: I must have notice of that question.
15237
15238 Mr Staylewit (Buncombe. Ind.): Don't hesitate to shoot.
15239
15240 (Ironical opposition cheers.)
15241
15242 The speaker: Order! Order!
15243
15244 (The house rises. Cheers.)
15245
15246 --There's the man, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. There
15247 he is sitting there. The man that got away James Stephens. The champion
15248 of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. What was your best
15249 throw, citizen?
15250
15251 --_Na bacleis_, says the citizen, letting on to be modest. There was a
15252 time I was as good as the next fellow anyhow.
15253
15254 --Put it there, citizen, says Joe. You were and a bloody sight better.
15255
15256 --Is that really a fact? says Alf.
15257
15258 --Yes, says Bloom. That's well known. Did you not know that?
15259
15260 So off they started about Irish sports and shoneen games the like of
15261 lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil
15262 and building up a nation once again and all to that. And of course Bloom
15263 had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent
15264 exercise was bad. I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw
15265 from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: _Look at, Bloom. Do you
15266 see that straw? That's a straw_. Declare to my aunt he'd talk about it
15267 for an hour so he would and talk steady.
15268
15269 A most interesting discussion took place in the ancient hall of _Brian
15270 O'ciarnain's_ in _Sraid na Bretaine Bheag_, under the auspices of
15271 _Sluagh na h-Eireann_, on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and the
15272 importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and
15273 ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race.
15274 The venerable president of the noble order was in the chair and the
15275 attendance was of large dimensions. After an instructive discourse by
15276 the chairman, a magnificent oration eloquently and forcibly expressed,
15277 a most interesting and instructive discussion of the usual high standard
15278 of excellence ensued as to the desirability of the revivability of
15279 the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers. The
15280 wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr
15281 Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of
15282 the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening
15283 by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly
15284 strength and prowess handed down to us from ancient ages. L. Bloom, who
15285 met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses, having espoused the
15286 negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close, in
15287 response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of
15288 a bumper house, by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal
15289 Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses (happily too familiar to need
15290 recalling here) _A nation once again_ in the execution of which the
15291 veteran patriot champion may be said without fear of contradiction
15292 to have fairly excelled himself. The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in
15293 superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest
15294 advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing
15295 it. His superb highclass vocalism, which by its superquality greatly
15296 enhanced his already international reputation, was vociferously
15297 applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many
15298 prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press
15299 and the bar and the other learned professions. The proceedings then
15300 terminated.
15301
15302 Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. William Delany, S. J., L.
15303 L. D.; the rt rev. Gerald Molloy, D. D.; the rev. P. J. Kavanagh, C. S.
15304 Sp.; the rev. T. Waters, C. C.; the rev. John M. Ivers, P. P.; the rev.
15305 P. J. Cleary, O. S. F.; the rev. L. J. Hickey, O. P.; the very rev. Fr.
15306 Nicholas, O. S. F. C.; the very rev. B. Gorman, O. D. C.; the rev. T.
15307 Maher, S. J.; the very rev. James Murphy, S. J.; the rev. John Lavery,
15308 V. F.; the very rev. William Doherty, D. D.; the rev. Peter Fagan, O.
15309 M.; the rev. T. Brangan, O. S. A.; the rev. J. Flavin, C. C.; the
15310 rev. M. A. Hackett, C. C.; the rev. W. Hurley, C. C.; the rt rev. Mgr
15311 M'Manus, V. G.; the rev. B. R. Slattery, O. M. I.; the very rev. M.
15312 D. Scally, P. P.; the rev. F. T. Purcell, O. P.; the very rev. Timothy
15313 canon Gorman, P. P.; the rev. J. Flanagan, C. C. The laity included P.
15314 Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc.
15315
15316 --Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, were you at that
15317 Keogh-Bennett match?
15318
15319 --No, says Joe.
15320
15321 --I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.
15322
15323 --Who? Blazes? says Joe.
15324
15325 And says Bloom:
15326
15327 --What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training
15328 the eye.
15329
15330 --Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up
15331 the odds and he swatting all the time.
15332
15333 --We know him, says the citizen. The traitor's son. We know what put
15334 English gold in his pocket.
15335
15336 ---True for you, says Joe.
15337
15338 And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the
15339 blood, asking Alf:
15340
15341 --Now, don't you think, Bergan?
15342
15343 --Myler dusted the floor with him, says Alf. Heenan and Sayers was only
15344 a bloody fool to it. Handed him the father and mother of a beating. See
15345 the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. God,
15346 he gave him one last puck in the wind, Queensberry rules and all, made
15347 him puke what he never ate.
15348
15349 It was a historic and a hefty battle when Myler and Percy were scheduled
15350 to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns. Handicapped as he
15351 was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative
15352 skill in ringcraft. The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both
15353 champions. The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret
15354 in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of
15355 rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the
15356 pet's nose, and Myler came on looking groggy. The soldier got to
15357 business, leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish
15358 gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of
15359 Bennett's jaw. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a
15360 left hook, the body punch being a fine one. The men came to handigrips.
15361 Myler quickly became busy and got his man under, the bout ending with
15362 the bulkier man on the ropes, Myler punishing him. The Englishman, whose
15363 right eye was nearly closed, took his corner where he was liberally
15364 drenched with water and when the bell went came on gamey and brimful of
15365 pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime. It was
15366 a fight to a finish and the best man for it. The two fought like tigers
15367 and excitement ran fever high. The referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy
15368 for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch.
15369 After a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of
15370 the military man brought blood freely from his opponent's mouth the
15371 lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to
15372 Battling Bennett's stomach, flooring him flat. It was a knockout clean
15373 and clever. Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being
15374 counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the
15375 towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of
15376 the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with
15377 delight.
15378
15379 --He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he's
15380 running a concert tour now up in the north.
15381
15382 --He is, says Joe. Isn't he?
15383
15384 --Who? says Bloom. Ah, yes. That's quite true. Yes, a kind of summer
15385 tour, you see. Just a holiday.
15386
15387 --Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? says Joe.
15388
15389 --My wife? says Bloom. She's singing, yes. I think it will be a success
15390 too.
15391
15392 He's an excellent man to organise. Excellent.
15393
15394 Hoho begob says I to myself says I. That explains the milk in the
15395 cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest. Blazes doing the
15396 tootle on the flute. Concert tour. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island
15397 bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight
15398 the Boers. Old Whatwhat. I called about the poor and water rate, Mr
15399 Boylan. You what? The water rate, Mr Boylan. You whatwhat? That's the
15400 bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. 'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.
15401
15402 Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy. There
15403 grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air. The
15404 gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed.
15405 The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms.
15406
15407 And lo, there entered one of the clan of the O'Molloy's, a comely hero
15408 of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned
15409 in the law, and with him the prince and heir of the noble line of
15410 Lambert.
15411
15412 --Hello, Ned.
15413
15414 --Hello, Alf.
15415
15416 --Hello, Jack.
15417
15418 --Hello, Joe.
15419
15420 --God save you, says the citizen.
15421
15422 --Save you kindly, says J. J. What'll it be, Ned?
15423
15424 --Half one, says Ned.
15425
15426 So J. J. ordered the drinks.
15427
15428 --Were you round at the court? says Joe.
15429
15430 --Yes, says J. J. He'll square that, Ned, says he.
15431
15432 --Hope so, says Ned.
15433
15434 Now what were those two at? J. J. getting him off the grand jury list
15435 and the other give him a leg over the stile. With his name in Stubbs's.
15436 Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their
15437 eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders.
15438 Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where no-one would
15439 know him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing
15440 his boots out of the pop. What's your name, sir? Dunne, says he. Ay, and
15441 done says I. Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days,
15442 I'm thinking.
15443
15444 --Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? says Alf. U. p: up.
15445
15446 --Yes, says J. J. Looking for a private detective.
15447
15448 --Ay, says Ned. And he wanted right go wrong to address the court only
15449 Corny Kelleher got round him telling him to get the handwriting examined
15450 first.
15451
15452 --Ten thousand pounds, says Alf, laughing. God, I'd give anything to
15453 hear him before a judge and jury.
15454
15455 --Was it you did it, Alf? says Joe. The truth, the whole truth and
15456 nothing but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson.
15457
15458 --Me? says Alf. Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character.
15459
15460 --Whatever statement you make, says Joe, will be taken down in evidence
15461 against you.
15462
15463 --Of course an action would lie, says J. J. It implies that he is not
15464 _compos mentis_. U. p: up.
15465
15466 _--Compos_ your eye! says Alf, laughing. Do you know that he's balmy?
15467 Look at his head. Do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat
15468 on with a shoehorn.
15469
15470 --Yes, says J. J., but the truth of a libel is no defence to an
15471 indictment for publishing it in the eyes of the law.
15472
15473 --Ha ha, Alf, says Joe.
15474
15475 --Still, says Bloom, on account of the poor woman, I mean his wife.
15476
15477 --Pity about her, says the citizen. Or any other woman marries a half
15478 and half.
15479
15480 --How half and half? says Bloom. Do you mean he...
15481
15482 --Half and half I mean, says the citizen. A fellow that's neither fish
15483 nor flesh.
15484
15485 --Nor good red herring, says Joe.
15486
15487 --That what's I mean, says the citizen. A pishogue, if you know what
15488 that is.
15489
15490 Begob I saw there was trouble coming. And Bloom explaining he meant on
15491 account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the
15492 old stuttering fool. Cruelty to animals so it is to let that bloody
15493 povertystricken Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him,
15494 bringing down the rain. And she with her nose cockahoop after she
15495 married him because a cousin of his old fellow's was pewopener to the
15496 pope. Picture of him on the wall with his Smashall Sweeney's moustaches,
15497 the signior Brini from Summerhill, the eyetallyano, papal Zouave to the
15498 Holy Father, has left the quay and gone to Moss street. And who was
15499 he, tell us? A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a
15500 week, and he covered with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to
15501 the world.
15502
15503 --And moreover, says J. J., a postcard is publication. It was held to
15504 be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. Hole. In my
15505 opinion an action might lie.
15506
15507 Six and eightpence, please. Who wants your opinion? Let us drink our
15508 pints in peace. Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself.
15509
15510 --Well, good health, Jack, says Ned.
15511
15512 --Good health, Ned, says J. J.
15513
15514 ---There he is again, says Joe.
15515
15516 --Where? says Alf.
15517
15518 And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter
15519 and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in
15520 as they went past, talking to him like a father, trying to sell him a
15521 secondhand coffin.
15522
15523 --How did that Canada swindle case go off? says Joe.
15524
15525 --Remanded, says J. J.
15526
15527 One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of James
15528 Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers
15529 saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob. What? Do you see
15530 any green in the white of my eye? Course it was a bloody barney. What?
15531 Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, and
15532 his own kidney too. J. J. was telling us there was an ancient Hebrew
15533 Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him,
15534 swearing by the holy Moses he was stuck for two quid.
15535
15536 --Who tried the case? says Joe.
15537
15538 --Recorder, says Ned.
15539
15540 --Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf, you can cod him up to the two eyes.
15541
15542 --Heart as big as a lion, says Ned. Tell him a tale of woe about arrears
15543 of rent and a sick wife and a squad of kids and, faith, he'll dissolve
15544 in tears on the bench.
15545
15546 --Ay, says Alf. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the dock
15547 the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for
15548 the corporation there near Butt bridge.
15549
15550 And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to cry:
15551
15552 --A most scandalous thing! This poor hardworking man! How many children?
15553 Ten, did you say?
15554
15555 --Yes, your worship. And my wife has the typhoid.
15556
15557 --And the wife with typhoid fever! Scandalous! Leave the court
15558 immediately, sir. No, sir, I'll make no order for payment. How dare you,
15559 sir, come up before me and ask me to make an order! A poor hardworking
15560 industrious man! I dismiss the case.
15561
15562 And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and
15563 in the third week after the feastday of the Holy and Undivided Trinity,
15564 the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first
15565 quarter, it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the
15566 halls of law. There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber, gave
15567 his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the
15568 probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first
15569 chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will propounded and
15570 final testamentary disposition _in re_ the real and personal estate of
15571 the late lamented Jacob Halliday, vintner, deceased, versus Livingstone,
15572 an infant, of unsound mind, and another. And to the solemn court of
15573 Green street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. And he sat him there
15574 about the hour of five o'clock to administer the law of the brehons at
15575 the commission for all that and those parts to be holden in and for the
15576 county of the city of Dublin. And there sat with him the high sinhedrim
15577 of the twelve tribes of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the tribe of
15578 Patrick and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Owen and of the
15579 tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Fergus and
15580 of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of
15581 Cormac and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Caolte and of the
15582 tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. And he
15583 conjured them by Him who died on rood that they should well and
15584 truly try and true deliverance make in the issue joined between their
15585 sovereign lord the king and the prisoner at the bar and true verdict
15586 give according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. And
15587 they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, and they swore by
15588 the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His
15589 rightwiseness. And straightway the minions of the law led forth from
15590 their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended
15591 in consequence of information received. And they shackled him hand and
15592 foot and would take of him ne bail ne mainprise but preferred a charge
15593 against him for he was a malefactor.
15594
15595 --Those are nice things, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland
15596 filling the country with bugs.
15597
15598 So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts talking with Joe,
15599 telling him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first
15600 but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford. And so Joe swore high
15601 and holy by this and by that he'd do the devil and all.
15602
15603 --Because, you see, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have
15604 repetition. That's the whole secret.
15605
15606 --Rely on me, says Joe.
15607
15608 --Swindling the peasants, says the citizen, and the poor of Ireland. We
15609 want no more strangers in our house.
15610
15611 --O, I'm sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom. It's just that
15612 Keyes, you see.
15613
15614 --Consider that done, says Joe.
15615
15616 --Very kind of you, says Bloom.
15617
15618 --The strangers, says the citizen. Our own fault. We let them come in.
15619 We brought them in. The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon
15620 robbers here.
15621
15622 --Decree _nisi,_ says J. J.
15623
15624 And Bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a
15625 spider's web in the corner behind the barrel, and the citizen scowling
15626 after him and the old dog at his feet looking up to know who to bite and
15627 when.
15628
15629 --A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, that's what's the cause of all
15630 our misfortunes.
15631
15632 --And here she is, says Alf, that was giggling over the _Police Gazette_
15633 with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.
15634
15635 --Give us a squint at her, says I.
15636
15637 And what was it only one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off
15638 of Corny Kelleher. Secrets for enlarging your private parts. Misconduct
15639 of society belle. Norman W. Tupper, wealthy Chicago contractor, finds
15640 pretty but faithless wife in lap of officer Taylor. Belle in her
15641 bloomers misconducting herself, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles
15642 and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be
15643 late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor.
15644
15645 --O jakers, Jenny, says Joe, how short your shirt is!
15646
15647 --There's hair, Joe, says I. Get a queer old tailend of corned beef off
15648 of that one, what?
15649
15650 So anyhow in came John Wyse Nolan and Lenehan with him with a face on
15651 him as long as a late breakfast.
15652
15653 --Well, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action?
15654 What did those tinkers in the city hall at their caucus meeting decide
15655 about the Irish language?
15656
15657 O'Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the
15658 puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of
15659 that which had befallen, how that the grave elders of the most obedient
15660 city, second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, after
15661 due prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal, had taken solemn
15662 counsel whereby they might, if so be it might be, bring once more into
15663 honour among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided Gael.
15664
15665 --It's on the march, says the citizen. To hell with the bloody brutal
15666 Sassenachs and their _patois._
15667
15668 So J. J. puts in a word, doing the toff about one story was good till
15669 you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your
15670 blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach
15671 a nation, and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and
15672 their colonies and their civilisation.
15673
15674 --Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen. To hell with
15675 them! The curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody
15676 thicklugged sons of whores' gets! No music and no art and no literature
15677 worthy of the name. Any civilisation they have they stole from us.
15678 Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts.
15679
15680 --The European family, says J. J....
15681
15682 --They're not European, says the citizen. I was in Europe with Kevin
15683 Egan of Paris. You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language
15684 anywhere in Europe except in a _cabinet d'aisance._
15685
15686 And says John Wyse:
15687
15688 --Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.
15689
15690 And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the lingo:
15691
15692 --_Conspuez les Anglais! Perfide Albion!_
15693
15694 He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the
15695 medher of dark strong foamy ale and, uttering his tribal slogan _Lamh
15696 Dearg Abu_, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty
15697 valorous heroes, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster
15698 silent as the deathless gods.
15699
15700 --What's up with you, says I to Lenehan. You look like a fellow that had
15701 lost a bob and found a tanner.
15702
15703 --Gold cup, says he.
15704
15705 --Who won, Mr Lenehan? says Terry.
15706
15707 _--Throwaway,_ says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest
15708 nowhere.
15709
15710 --And Bass's mare? says Terry.
15711
15712 --Still running, says he. We're all in a cart. Boylan plunged two quid
15713 on my tip _Sceptre_ for himself and a lady friend.
15714
15715 --I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on _Zinfandel_ that Mr Flynn
15716 gave me. Lord Howard de Walden's.
15717
15718 --Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. _Throwaway,_
15719 says he. Takes the biscuit, and talking about bunions. Frailty, thy name
15720 is _Sceptre._
15721
15722 So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was
15723 anything he could lift on the nod, the old cur after him backing his
15724 luck with his mangy snout up. Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.
15725
15726 --Not there, my child, says he.
15727
15728 --Keep your pecker up, says Joe. She'd have won the money only for the
15729 other dog.
15730
15731 And J. J. and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom
15732 sticking in an odd word.
15733
15734 --Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they
15735 can't see the beam in their own.
15736
15737 --_Raimeis_, says the citizen. There's no-one as blind as the fellow
15738 that won't see, if you know what that means. Where are our missing
15739 twenty millions of Irish should be here today instead of four, our lost
15740 tribes? And our potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole world!
15741 And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax
15742 and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our
15743 tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our
15744 Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk
15745 and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent
15746 in New Ross, nothing like it in the whole wide world. Where are the
15747 Greek merchants that came through the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar
15748 now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and Tyrian purple to
15749 sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen? Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even
15750 Giraldus Cambrensis. Wine, peltries, Connemara marble, silver from
15751 Tipperary, second to none, our farfamed horses even today, the Irish
15752 hobbies, with king Philip of Spain offering to pay customs duties for
15753 the right to fish in our waters. What do the yellowjohns of Anglia owe
15754 us for our ruined trade and our ruined hearths? And the beds of the
15755 Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and
15756 bog to make us all die of consumption?
15757
15758 --As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse, or Heligoland
15759 with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land.
15760 Larches, firs, all the trees of the conifer family are going fast. I was
15761 reading a report of lord Castletown's...
15762
15763 --Save them, says the citizen, the giant ash of Galway and the chieftain
15764 elm of Kildare with a fortyfoot bole and an acre of foliage. Save the
15765 trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of
15766 Eire, O.
15767
15768 --Europe has its eyes on you, says Lenehan.
15769
15770 The fashionable international world attended EN MASSE this afternoon
15771 at the wedding of the chevalier Jean Wyse de Neaulan, grand high chief
15772 ranger of the Irish National Foresters, with Miss Fir Conifer of Pine
15773 Valley. Lady Sylvester Elmshade, Mrs Barbara Lovebirch, Mrs Poll Ash,
15774 Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays, Miss Dorothy Canebrake, Mrs Clyde
15775 Twelvetrees, Mrs Rowan Greene, Mrs Helen Vinegadding, Miss Virginia
15776 Creeper, Miss Gladys Beech, Miss Olive Garth, Miss Blanche Maple, Mrs
15777 Maud Mahogany, Miss Myra Myrtle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, Miss
15778 Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel
15779 Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall,
15780 Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana
15781 Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis
15782 graced the ceremony by their presence. The bride who was given away by
15783 her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in
15784 a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip
15785 of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with
15786 a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by
15787 bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze. The maids of honour, Miss
15788 Larch Conifer and Miss Spruce Conifer, sisters of the bride, wore very
15789 becoming costumes in the same tone, a dainty _motif_ of plume rose being
15790 worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the
15791 jadegreen toques in the form of heron feathers of paletinted coral.
15792 Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability
15793 and, in addition to the prescribed numbers of the nuptial mass, played
15794 a new and striking arrangement of _Woodman, spare that tree_ at the
15795 conclusion of the service. On leaving the church of Saint Fiacre _in
15796 Horto_ after the papal blessing the happy pair were subjected to a
15797 playful crossfire of hazelnuts, beechmast, bayleaves, catkins of willow,
15798 ivytod, hollyberries, mistletoe sprigs and quicken shoots. Mr and Mrs
15799 Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest.
15800
15801 --And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. We had our trade with
15802 Spain and the French and with the Flemings before those mongrels were
15803 pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway.
15804
15805 --And will again, says Joe.
15806
15807 --And with the help of the holy mother of God we will again, says the
15808 citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full
15809 again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom
15810 of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with
15811 a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the
15812 O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with
15813 the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. And will again, says he, when the
15814 first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to
15815 the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat,
15816 the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue
15817 field, the three sons of Milesius.
15818
15819 And he took the last swig out of the pint. Moya. All wind and piss like
15820 a tanyard cat. Cows in Connacht have long horns. As much as his bloody
15821 life is worth to go down and address his tall talk to the assembled
15822 multitude in Shanagolden where he daren't show his nose with the Molly
15823 Maguires looking for him to let daylight through him for grabbing the
15824 holding of an evicted tenant.
15825
15826 --Hear, hear to that, says John Wyse. What will you have?
15827
15828 --An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion.
15829
15830 --Half one, Terry, says John Wyse, and a hands up. Terry! Are you
15831 asleep?
15832
15833 --Yes, sir, says Terry. Small whisky and bottle of Allsop. Right, sir.
15834
15835 Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of
15836 attending to the general public. Picture of a butting match, trying to
15837 crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other with his head
15838 down like a bull at a gate. And another one: _Black Beast Burned in
15839 Omaha, Ga_. A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a
15840 Sambo strung up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under
15841 him. Gob, they ought to drown him in the sea after and electrocute and
15842 crucify him to make sure of their job.
15843
15844 --But what about the fighting navy, says Ned, that keeps our foes at
15845 bay?
15846
15847 --I'll tell you what about it, says the citizen. Hell upon earth it is.
15848 Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about flogging on
15849 the training ships at Portsmouth. A fellow writes that calls himself
15850 _Disgusted One_.
15851
15852 So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew
15853 of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the
15854 parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad
15855 brought out, howling for his ma, and they tie him down on the buttend of
15856 a gun.
15857
15858 --A rump and dozen, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John
15859 Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on
15860 the breech.
15861
15862 And says John Wyse:
15863
15864 --'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance.
15865
15866 Then he was telling us the master at arms comes along with a long cane
15867 and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the poor lad
15868 till he yells meila murder.
15869
15870 --That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen, that bosses the
15871 earth.
15872
15873 The fellows that never will be slaves, with the only hereditary chamber
15874 on the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of a dozen
15875 gamehogs and cottonball barons. That's the great empire they boast about
15876 of drudges and whipped serfs.
15877
15878 --On which the sun never rises, says Joe.
15879
15880 --And the tragedy of it is, says the citizen, they believe it. The
15881 unfortunate yahoos believe it.
15882
15883 They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth,
15884 and in Jacky Tar, the son of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast,
15885 born of the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, was scarified,
15886 flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose
15887 again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till
15888 further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid.
15889
15890 --But, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. I mean wouldn't
15891 it be the same here if you put force against force?
15892
15893 Didn't I tell you? As true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his
15894 last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living.
15895
15896 --We'll put force against force, says the citizen. We have our greater
15897 Ireland beyond the sea. They were driven out of house and home in the
15898 black 47. Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside were laid
15899 low by the batteringram and the _Times_ rubbed its hands and told the
15900 whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland as
15901 redskins in America. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. But the
15902 Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full
15903 of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro. Ay,
15904 they drove out the peasants in hordes. Twenty thousand of them died in
15905 the coffinships. But those that came to the land of the free remember
15906 the land of bondage. And they will come again and with a vengeance, no
15907 cravens, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan.
15908
15909 --Perfectly true, says Bloom. But my point was...
15910
15911 --We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Ned. Since the
15912 poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at
15913 Killala.
15914
15915 --Ay, says John Wyse. We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us
15916 against the Williamites and they betrayed us. Remember Limerick and the
15917 broken treatystone. We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the
15918 wild geese. Fontenoy, eh? And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan
15919 in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria
15920 Teresa. But what did we ever get for it?
15921
15922 --The French! says the citizen. Set of dancing masters! Do you know
15923 what it is? They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland. Aren't they
15924 trying to make an _Entente cordiale_ now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with
15925 perfidious Albion? Firebrands of Europe and they always were.
15926
15927 --_Conspuez les Français_, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer.
15928
15929 --And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe, haven't we
15930 had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George the
15931 elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead?
15932
15933 Jesus, I had to laugh at the way he came out with that about the old one
15934 with the winkers on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of
15935 God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting
15936 her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the
15937 whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about _Ehren on the Rhine_
15938 and come where the boose is cheaper.
15939
15940 --Well, says J. J. We have Edward the peacemaker now.
15941
15942 --Tell that to a fool, says the citizen. There's a bloody sight more pox
15943 than pax about that boyo. Edward Guelph-Wettin!
15944
15945 --And what do you think, says Joe, of the holy boys, the priests
15946 and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic
15947 Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his
15948 jockeys rode. The earl of Dublin, no less.
15949
15950 --They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says little
15951 Alf.
15952
15953 And says J. J.:
15954
15955 --Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision.
15956
15957 --Will you try another, citizen? says Joe.
15958
15959 --Yes, sir, says he. I will.
15960
15961 --You? says Joe.
15962
15963 --Beholden to you, Joe, says I. May your shadow never grow less.
15964
15965 --Repeat that dose, says Joe.
15966
15967 Bloom was talking and talking with John Wyse and he quite excited with
15968 his dunducketymudcoloured mug on him and his old plumeyes rolling about.
15969
15970 --Persecution, says he, all the history of the world is full of it.
15971 Perpetuating national hatred among nations.
15972
15973 --But do you know what a nation means? says John Wyse.
15974
15975 --Yes, says Bloom.
15976
15977 --What is it? says John Wyse.
15978
15979 --A nation? says Bloom. A nation is the same people living in the same
15980 place.
15981
15982 --By God, then, says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm
15983 living in the same place for the past five years.
15984
15985 So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he, trying to muck
15986 out of it:
15987
15988 --Or also living in different places.
15989
15990 --That covers my case, says Joe.
15991
15992 --What is your nation if I may ask? says the citizen.
15993
15994 --Ireland, says Bloom. I was born here. Ireland.
15995
15996 The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and,
15997 gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner.
15998
15999 --After you with the push, Joe, says he, taking out his handkerchief to
16000 swab himself dry.
16001
16002 --Here you are, citizen, says Joe. Take that in your right hand and
16003 repeat after me the following words.
16004
16005 The muchtreasured and intricately embroidered ancient Irish facecloth
16006 attributed to Solomon of Droma and Manus Tomaltach og MacDonogh, authors
16007 of the Book of Ballymote, was then carefully produced and called forth
16008 prolonged admiration. No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the
16009 cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each
16010 of the four evangelists in turn presenting to each of the four masters
16011 his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma (a far
16012 nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing),
16013 a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. The scenes depicted
16014 on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs
16015 and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones, are as
16016 wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the Sligo
16017 illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in
16018 the time of the Barmecides. Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney,
16019 the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins,
16020 Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery
16021 of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company (Limited), Lough Neagh's
16022 banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick
16023 Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the
16024 Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail,
16025 Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice,
16026 Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college
16027 refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of
16028 Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street
16029 Warehouse, Fingal's Cave--all these moving scenes are still there for us
16030 today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have
16031 passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time.
16032
16033 --Show us over the drink, says I. Which is which?
16034
16035 --That's mine, says Joe, as the devil said to the dead policeman.
16036
16037 --And I belong to a race too, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted.
16038 Also now. This very moment. This very instant.
16039
16040 Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old cigar.
16041
16042 --Robbed, says he. Plundered. Insulted. Persecuted. Taking what belongs
16043 to us by right. At this very moment, says he, putting up his fist, sold
16044 by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle.
16045
16046 --Are you talking about the new Jerusalem? says the citizen.
16047
16048 --I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom.
16049
16050 --Right, says John Wyse. Stand up to it then with force like men.
16051
16052 That's an almanac picture for you. Mark for a softnosed bullet. Old
16053 lardyface standing up to the business end of a gun. Gob, he'd adorn a
16054 sweepingbrush, so he would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. And
16055 then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as
16056 limp as a wet rag.
16057
16058 --But it's no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that. That's not
16059 life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it's
16060 the very opposite of that that is really life.
16061
16062 --What? says Alf.
16063
16064 --Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred. I must go now, says
16065 he to John Wyse. Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is
16066 there. If he comes just say I'll be back in a second. Just a moment.
16067
16068 Who's hindering you? And off he pops like greased lightning.
16069
16070 --A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen. Universal love.
16071
16072 --Well, says John Wyse. Isn't that what we're told. Love your neighbour.
16073
16074 --That chap? says the citizen. Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Love,
16075 moya! He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.
16076
16077 Love loves to love love. Nurse loves the new chemist. Constable 14A
16078 loves Mary Kelly. Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. M.
16079 B. loves a fair gentleman. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow. Jumbo,
16080 the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant. Old Mr Verschoyle with the ear
16081 trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turnedin eye. The man in the
16082 brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. His Majesty the King loves Her
16083 Majesty the Queen. Mrs Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor. You love
16084 a certain person. And this person loves that other person because
16085 everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody.
16086
16087 --Well, Joe, says I, your very good health and song. More power,
16088 citizen.
16089
16090 --Hurrah, there, says Joe.
16091
16092 --The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen.
16093
16094 And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle.
16095
16096 --We know those canters, says he, preaching and picking your pocket.
16097 What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides that put the women
16098 and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text _God is love_
16099 pasted round the mouth of his cannon? The bible! Did you read that skit
16100 in the _United Irishman_ today about that Zulu chief that's visiting
16101 England?
16102
16103 --What's that? says Joe.
16104
16105 So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts
16106 reading out:
16107
16108 --A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented
16109 yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting,
16110 Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the heartfelt
16111 thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his
16112 dominions. The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of which
16113 the dusky potentate, in the course of a happy speech, freely translated
16114 by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones,
16115 tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial
16116 relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that
16117 he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible,
16118 the volume of the word of God and the secret of England's greatness,
16119 graciously presented to him by the white chief woman, the great squaw
16120 Victoria, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the Royal
16121 Donor. The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the
16122 toast _Black and White_ from the skull of his immediate predecessor in
16123 the dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited
16124 the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors'
16125 book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the
16126 course of which he swallowed several knives and forks, amid hilarious
16127 applause from the girl hands.
16128
16129 --Widow woman, says Ned. I wouldn't doubt her. Wonder did he put that
16130 bible to the same use as I would.
16131
16132 --Same only more so, says Lenehan. And thereafter in that fruitful land
16133 the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly.
16134
16135 --Is that by Griffith? says John Wyse.
16136
16137 --No, says the citizen. It's not signed Shanganagh. It's only
16138 initialled: P.
16139
16140 --And a very good initial too, says Joe.
16141
16142 --That's how it's worked, says the citizen. Trade follows the flag.
16143
16144 --Well, says J. J., if they're any worse than those Belgians in the
16145 Congo Free State they must be bad. Did you read that report by a man
16146 what's this his name is?
16147
16148 --Casement, says the citizen. He's an Irishman.
16149
16150 --Yes, that's the man, says J. J. Raping the women and girls and
16151 flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can
16152 out of them.
16153
16154 --I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.
16155
16156 --Who? says I.
16157
16158 --Bloom, says he. The courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on
16159 _Throwaway_ and he's gone to gather in the shekels.
16160
16161 --Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? says the citizen, that never backed a
16162 horse in anger in his life?
16163
16164 --That's where he's gone, says Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to back
16165 that horse only I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the tip.
16166 Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on. He's the
16167 only man in Dublin has it. A dark horse.
16168
16169 --He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.
16170
16171 --Mind, Joe, says I. Show us the entrance out.
16172
16173 --There you are, says Terry.
16174
16175 Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort. So I just went round the back of
16176 the yard to pumpship and begob (hundred shillings to five) while I was
16177 letting off my _(Throwaway_ twenty to) letting off my load gob says I
16178 to myself I knew he was uneasy in his (two pints off of Joe and one in
16179 Slattery's off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings
16180 is five quid) and when they were in the (dark horse) pisser Burke was
16181 telling me card party and letting on the child was sick (gob, must have
16182 done about a gallon) flabbyarse of a wife speaking down the tube _she's
16183 better_ or _she's_ (ow!) all a plan so he could vamoose with the pool if
16184 he won or (Jesus, full up I was) trading without a licence (ow!) Ireland
16185 my nation says he (hoik! phthook!) never be up to those bloody (there's
16186 the last of it) Jerusalem (ah!) cuckoos.
16187
16188 So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it
16189 was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper
16190 all kinds of jerrymandering, packed juries and swindling the taxes off
16191 of the government and appointing consuls all over the world to walk
16192 about selling Irish industries. Robbing Peter to pay Paul. Gob, that
16193 puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show.
16194 Give us a bloody chance. God save Ireland from the likes of that bloody
16195 mouseabout. Mr Bloom with his argol bargol. And his old fellow before
16196 him perpetrating frauds, old Methusalem Bloom, the robbing bagman, that
16197 poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country
16198 with his baubles and his penny diamonds. Loans by post on easy terms.
16199 Any amount of money advanced on note of hand. Distance no object. No
16200 security. Gob, he's like Lanty MacHale's goat that'd go a piece of the
16201 road with every one.
16202
16203 --Well, it's a fact, says John Wyse. And there's the man now that'll
16204 tell you all about it, Martin Cunningham.
16205
16206 Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power
16207 with him and a fellow named Crofter or Crofton, pensioner out of
16208 the collector general's, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the
16209 registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the
16210 country at the king's expense.
16211
16212 Our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted from their
16213 palfreys.
16214
16215 --Ho, varlet! cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party.
16216 Saucy knave! To us!
16217
16218 So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice.
16219
16220 Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard.
16221
16222 --Give you good den, my masters, said he with an obsequious bow.
16223
16224 --Bestir thyself, sirrah! cried he who had knocked. Look to our steeds.
16225 And for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it.
16226
16227 --Lackaday, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare
16228 larder. I know not what to offer your lordships.
16229
16230 --How now, fellow? cried the second of the party, a man of pleasant
16231 countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun?
16232
16233 An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage.
16234
16235 --Cry you mercy, gentlemen, he said humbly. An you be the king's
16236 messengers (God shield His Majesty!) you shall not want for aught. The
16237 king's friends (God bless His Majesty!) shall not go afasting in my
16238 house I warrant me.
16239
16240 --Then about! cried the traveller who had not spoken, a lusty
16241 trencherman by his aspect. Hast aught to give us?
16242
16243 Mine host bowed again as he made answer:
16244
16245 --What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of
16246 venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head
16247 with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon
16248 of old Rhenish?
16249
16250 --Gadzooks! cried the last speaker. That likes me well. Pistachios!
16251
16252 --Aha! cried he of the pleasant countenance. A poor house and a bare
16253 larder, quotha! 'Tis a merry rogue.
16254
16255 So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom.
16256
16257 --Where is he? says Lenehan. Defrauding widows and orphans.
16258
16259 --Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen
16260 about Bloom and the Sinn Fein?
16261
16262 --That's so, says Martin. Or so they allege.
16263
16264 --Who made those allegations? says Alf.
16265
16266 --I, says Joe. I'm the alligator.
16267
16268 --And after all, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like
16269 the next fellow?
16270
16271 --Why not? says J. J., when he's quite sure which country it is.
16272
16273 --Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the
16274 hell is he? says Ned. Or who is he? No offence, Crofton.
16275
16276 --Who is Junius? says J. J.
16277
16278 --We don't want him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian.
16279
16280 --He's a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was
16281 he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. We know that
16282 in the castle.
16283
16284 --Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? says Jack Power.
16285
16286 --Not at all, says Martin. Only namesakes. His name was Virag, the
16287 father's name that poisoned himself. He changed it by deedpoll, the
16288 father did.
16289
16290 --That's the new Messiah for Ireland! says the citizen. Island of saints
16291 and sages!
16292
16293 --Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin. For that
16294 matter so are we.
16295
16296 --Yes, says J. J., and every male that's born they think it may be their
16297 Messiah. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till
16298 he knows if he's a father or a mother.
16299
16300 --Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan.
16301
16302 --O, by God, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his
16303 that died was born. I met him one day in the south city markets buying a
16304 tin of Neave's food six weeks before the wife was delivered.
16305
16306 --_En ventre sa mère_, says J. J.
16307
16308 --Do you call that a man? says the citizen.
16309
16310 --I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe.
16311
16312 --Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power.
16313
16314 --And who does he suspect? says the citizen.
16315
16316 Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. One of those mixed
16317 middlings he is. Lying up in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a
16318 month with headache like a totty with her courses. Do you know what I'm
16319 telling you? It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like
16320 of that and throw him in the bloody sea. Justifiable homicide, so it
16321 would. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of
16322 stuff like a man. Give us your blessing. Not as much as would blind your
16323 eye.
16324
16325 --Charity to the neighbour, says Martin. But where is he? We can't wait.
16326
16327 --A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. That's what he is. Virag
16328 from Hungary! Ahasuerus I call him. Cursed by God.
16329
16330 --Have you time for a brief libation, Martin? says Ned.
16331
16332 --Only one, says Martin. We must be quick. J. J. and S.
16333
16334 --You, Jack? Crofton? Three half ones, Terry.
16335
16336 --Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us,
16337 says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our
16338 shores.
16339
16340 --Well, says Martin, rapping for his glass. God bless all here is my
16341 prayer.
16342
16343 --Amen, says the citizen.
16344
16345 --And I'm sure He will, says Joe.
16346
16347 And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with
16348 acolytes, thurifers, boatbearers, readers, ostiarii, deacons and
16349 subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors
16350 and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of Spoleto,
16351 Carthusians and Camaldolesi, Cistercians and Olivetans, Oratorians
16352 and Vallombrosans, and the friars of Augustine, Brigittines,
16353 Premonstratensians, Servi, Trinitarians, and the children of Peter
16354 Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Elijah prophet
16355 led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and
16356 friars, brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers,
16357 minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the sons of
16358 Dominic, the friars preachers, and the sons of Vincent: and the monks
16359 of S. Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the confraternity of the
16360 christian brothers led by the reverend brother Edmund Ignatius Rice. And
16361 after came all saints and martyrs, virgins and confessors: S. Cyr and
16362 S. Isidore Arator and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S.
16363 Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and
16364 S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde
16365 and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and
16366 S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and
16367 S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence
16368 and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous
16369 and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S.
16370 Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and
16371 Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S.
16372 Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S.
16373 Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S.
16374 Fiacre and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany
16375 and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth
16376 S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Berchmans
16377 and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S.
16378 Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr
16379 and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother
16380 Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S.
16381 Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and
16382 S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and
16383 the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S.
16384 Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. And all came
16385 with nimbi and aureoles and gloriae, bearing palms and harps and swords
16386 and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of
16387 their efficacies, inkhorns, arrows, loaves, cruses, fetters, axes,
16388 trees, bridges, babes in a bathtub, shells, wallets, shears, keys,
16389 dragons, lilies, buckshot, beards, hogs, lamps, bellows, beehives,
16390 soupladles, stars, snakes, anvils, boxes of vaseline, bells, crutches,
16391 forceps, stags' horns, watertight boots, hawks, millstones, eyes on a
16392 dish, wax candles, aspergills, unicorns. And as they wended their way by
16393 Nelson's Pillar, Henry street, Mary street, Capel street, Little Britain
16394 street chanting the introit in _Epiphania Domini_ which beginneth
16395 _Surge, illuminare_ and thereafter most sweetly the gradual _Omnes_
16396 which saith _de Saba venient_ they did divers wonders such as casting
16397 out devils, raising the dead to life, multiplying fishes, healing the
16398 halt and the blind, discovering various articles which had been mislaid,
16399 interpreting and fulfilling the scriptures, blessing and prophesying.
16400 And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father
16401 O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick. And when the good fathers
16402 had reached the appointed place, the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co,
16403 limited, 8, 9 and 10 little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine
16404 and brandy shippers, licensed fo the sale of beer, wine and spirits for
16405 consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house and censed
16406 the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and
16407 the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches
16408 and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with
16409 blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had
16410 blessed the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of
16411 His light to inhabit therein. And entering he blessed the viands and the
16412 beverages and the company of all the blessed answered his prayers.
16413
16414 --_Adiutorium nostrum in nomine Domini._
16415
16416 --_Qui fecit coelum et terram._
16417
16418 --_Dominus vobiscum._
16419
16420 --_Et cum spiritu tuo._
16421
16422 And he laid his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed
16423 and they all with him prayed:
16424
16425 --_Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde
16426 super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et
16427 voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem
16428 sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore
16429 percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum._
16430
16431 --And so say all of us, says Jack.
16432
16433 --Thousand a year, Lambert, says Crofton or Crawford.
16434
16435 --Right, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. And butter for fish.
16436
16437 I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when
16438 be damned but in he comes again letting on to be in a hell of a hurry.
16439
16440 --I was just round at the courthouse, says he, looking for you. I hope
16441 I'm not...
16442
16443 --No, says Martin, we're ready.
16444
16445 Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver.
16446 Mean bloody scut. Stand us a drink itself. Devil a sweet fear! There's
16447 a jew for you! All for number one. Cute as a shithouse rat. Hundred to
16448 five.
16449
16450 --Don't tell anyone, says the citizen,
16451
16452 --Beg your pardon, says he.
16453
16454 --Come on boys, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. Come along now.
16455
16456 --Don't tell anyone, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him. It's a
16457 secret.
16458
16459 And the bloody dog woke up and let a growl.
16460
16461 --Bye bye all, says Martin.
16462
16463 And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or
16464 whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be all
16465 at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car.
16466
16467 ---Off with you, says
16468
16469 Martin to the jarvey.
16470
16471 The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop the
16472 helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward
16473 with all sail set, the spinnaker to larboard. A many comely nymphs drew
16474 nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of
16475 the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning
16476 wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the
16477 equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them
16478 all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they
16479 ride to a hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair. Even so did
16480 they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. And
16481 they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the bark clave the
16482 waves.
16483
16484 But begob I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw the
16485 citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the
16486 dropsy, and he cursing the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and
16487 candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him and Joe and little Alf
16488 round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him.
16489
16490 --Let me alone, says he.
16491
16492 And begob he got as far as the door and they holding him and he bawls
16493 out of him:
16494
16495 --Three cheers for Israel!
16496
16497 Arrah, sit down on the parliamentary side of your arse for Christ' sake
16498 and don't be making a public exhibition of yourself. Jesus, there's
16499 always some bloody clown or other kicking up a bloody murder about
16500 bloody nothing. Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it
16501 would.
16502
16503 And all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door and
16504 Martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen bawling and Alf
16505 and Joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and
16506 the loafers calling for a speech and Jack Power trying to get him to sit
16507 down on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over
16508 his eye starts singing _If the man in the moon was a jew, jew, jew_ and
16509 a slut shouts out of her:
16510
16511 --Eh, mister! Your fly is open, mister!
16512
16513 And says he:
16514
16515 --Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. And
16516 the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.
16517
16518 --He had no father, says Martin. That'll do now. Drive ahead.
16519
16520 --Whose God? says the citizen.
16521
16522 --Well, his uncle was a jew, says he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a
16523 jew like me.
16524
16525 Gob, the citizen made a plunge back into the shop.
16526
16527 --By Jesus, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy
16528 name.
16529
16530 By Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will. Give us that biscuitbox here.
16531
16532 --Stop! Stop! says Joe.
16533
16534 A large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances from
16535 the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid
16536 farewell to Nagyasagos uram Lipoti Virag, late of Messrs Alexander
16537 Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure
16538 for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas (Meadow of
16539 Murmuring Waters). The ceremony which went off with great _éclat_ was
16540 characterised by the most affecting cordiality. An illuminated scroll
16541 of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to
16542 the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the
16543 community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket, tastefully
16544 executed in the style of ancient Celtic ornament, a work which reflects
16545 every credit on the makers, Messrs Jacob _agus_ Jacob. The departing
16546 guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation, many of those who were
16547 present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes
16548 struck up the wellknown strains of _Come back to Erin_, followed
16549 immediately by _Rakoczsy's March_. Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted
16550 along the coastline of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of
16551 Howth, Three Rock Mountain, Sugarloaf, Bray Head, the mountains of
16552 Mourne, the Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles
16553 and the Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve
16554 Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. Amid cheers that rent the
16555 welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of
16556 henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the mastodontic
16557 pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from
16558 the representatives of the fair sex who were present in large numbers
16559 while, as it proceeded down the river, escorted by a flotilla of barges,
16560 the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute
16561 as were also those of the electrical power station at the
16562 Pigeonhouse and the Poolbeg Light. _Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton!
16563 Visszontlátásra!_ Gone but not forgotten.
16564
16565 Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin
16566 anyhow and out with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he
16567 shouting like a stuck pig, as good as any bloody play in the Queen's
16568 royal theatre:
16569
16570 --Where is he till I murder him?
16571
16572 And Ned and J. J. paralysed with the laughing.
16573
16574 --Bloody wars, says I, I'll be in for the last gospel.
16575
16576 But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag's head round the other
16577 way and off with him.
16578
16579 --Hold on, citizen, says Joe. Stop!
16580
16581 Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. Mercy of God the
16582 sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead. Gob, he near sent it
16583 into the county Longford. The bloody nag took fright and the old
16584 mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and
16585 laughing and the old tinbox clattering along the street.
16586
16587 The catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect. The
16588 observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the fifth
16589 grade of Mercalli's scale, and there is no record extant of a similar
16590 seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534, the year
16591 of the rebellion of Silken Thomas. The epicentre appears to have been
16592 that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay ward and
16593 parish of Saint Michan covering a surface of fortyone acres, two roods
16594 and one square pole or perch. All the lordly residences in the vicinity
16595 of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself,
16596 in which at the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in
16597 progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to be
16598 feared all the occupants have been buried alive. From the reports of
16599 eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by
16600 a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic character. An article of
16601 headgear since ascertained to belong to the much respected clerk of the
16602 crown and peace Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle
16603 with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of
16604 the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick
16605 Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, have been discovered by search parties
16606 in remote parts of the island respectively, the former on the third
16607 basaltic ridge of the giant's causeway, the latter embedded to the
16608 extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near
16609 the old head of Kinsale. Other eyewitnesses depose that they observed
16610 an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the
16611 atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed southwest
16612 by west. Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received
16613 from all parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has
16614 been graciously pleased to decree that a special _missa pro defunctis_
16615 shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every
16616 cathedral church of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual
16617 authority of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful
16618 departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst.
16619 The work of salvage, removal of _débris,_ human remains etc has been
16620 entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street,
16621 and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77, 78, 79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by
16622 the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the
16623 general supervision of H. R. H., rear admiral, the right honourable sir
16624 Hercules Hannibal Habeas Corpus Anderson, K. G., K. P., K. T., P. C., K.
16625 C. B., M. P, J. P., M. B., D. S. O., S. O. D., M. F. H., M. R. I. A., B.
16626 L., Mus. Doc., P. L. G., F. T. C. D., F. R. U. I., F. R. C. P. I. and F.
16627 R. C. S. I.
16628
16629 You never saw the like of it in all your born puff. Gob, if he got that
16630 lottery ticket on the side of his poll he'd remember the gold cup, he
16631 would so, but begob the citizen would have been lagged for assault and
16632 battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. The jarvey saved his life by
16633 furious driving as sure as God made Moses. What? O, Jesus, he did. And
16634 he let a volley of oaths after him.
16635
16636 --Did I kill him, says he, or what?
16637
16638 And he shouting to the bloody dog:
16639
16640 --After him, Garry! After him, boy!
16641
16642 And the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old
16643 sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his
16644 lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb.
16645 Hundred to five! Jesus, he took the value of it out of him, I promise
16646 you.
16647
16648 When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld
16649 the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld Him in
16650 the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness, having raiment
16651 as of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not
16652 look upon Him. And there came a voice out of heaven, calling: _Elijah!
16653 Elijah!_ And He answered with a main cry: _Abba! Adonai!_ And they
16654 beheld Him even Him, ben Bloom Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend
16655 to the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over
16656 Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel.
16657
16658
16659
16660 The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious
16661 embrace. Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of
16662 all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the proud
16663 promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters of the bay, on
16664 the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, last but not least, on
16665 the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness
16666 the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to
16667 the stormtossed heart of man, Mary, star of the sea.
16668
16669 The three girl friends were seated on the rocks, enjoying the evening
16670 scene and the air which was fresh but not too chilly. Many a time and
16671 oft were they wont to come there to that favourite nook to have a cosy
16672 chat beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy
16673 Caffrey and Edy Boardman with the baby in the pushcar and Tommy and
16674 Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with
16675 caps to match and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. For Tommy
16676 and Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years old and very noisy and
16677 spoiled twins sometimes but for all that darling little fellows with
16678 bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. They were dabbling in
16679 the sand with their spades and buckets, building castles as children do,
16680 or playing with their big coloured ball, happy as the day was long. And
16681 Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the pushcar while
16682 that young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. He was but eleven
16683 months and nine days old and, though still a tiny toddler, was just
16684 beginning to lisp his first babyish words. Cissy Caffrey bent over to
16685 him to tease his fat little plucks and the dainty dimple in his chin.
16686
16687 --Now, baby, Cissy Caffrey said. Say out big, big. I want a drink of
16688 water.
16689
16690 And baby prattled after her:
16691
16692 --A jink a jink a jawbo.
16693
16694 Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was awfully fond of children,
16695 so patient with little sufferers and Tommy Caffrey could never be got to
16696 take his castor oil unless it was Cissy Caffrey that held his nose and
16697 promised him the scatty heel of the loaf or brown bread with golden
16698 syrup on. What a persuasive power that girl had! But to be sure baby
16699 Boardman was as good as gold, a perfect little dote in his new fancy
16700 bib. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was Cissy
16701 Caffrey. A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life, always with
16702 a laugh in her gipsylike eyes and a frolicsome word on her cherryripe
16703 red lips, a girl lovable in the extreme. And Edy Boardman laughed too at
16704 the quaint language of little brother.
16705
16706 But just then there was a slight altercation between Master Tommy and
16707 Master Jacky. Boys will be boys and our two twins were no exception
16708 to this golden rule. The apple of discord was a certain castle of sand
16709 which Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy would have it right go
16710 wrong that it was to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the
16711 Martello tower had. But if Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was
16712 selfwilled too and, true to the maxim that every little Irishman's house
16713 is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the
16714 wouldbe assailant came to grief and (alas to relate!) the coveted castle
16715 too. Needless to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy drew the
16716 attention of the girl friends.
16717
16718 --Come here, Tommy, his sister called imperatively. At once! And you,
16719 Jacky, for shame to throw poor Tommy in the dirty sand. Wait till I
16720 catch you for that.
16721
16722 His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy came at her call for their
16723 big sister's word was law with the twins. And in a sad plight he was
16724 too after his misadventure. His little man-o'-war top and unmentionables
16725 were full of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the art of smoothing
16726 over life's tiny troubles and very quickly not one speck of sand was to
16727 be seen on his smart little suit. Still the blue eyes were glistening
16728 with hot tears that would well up so she kissed away the hurtness and
16729 shook her hand at Master Jacky the culprit and said if she was near him
16730 she wouldn't be far from him, her eyes dancing in admonition.
16731
16732 --Nasty bold Jacky! she cried.
16733
16734 She put an arm round the little mariner and coaxed winningly:
16735
16736 --What's your name? Butter and cream?
16737
16738 --Tell us who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman. Is Cissy your
16739 sweetheart?
16740
16741 --Nao, tearful Tommy said.
16742
16743 --Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Cissy queried.
16744
16745 --Nao, Tommy said.
16746
16747 --I know, Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an arch glance from
16748 her shortsighted eyes. I know who is Tommy's sweetheart. Gerty is
16749 Tommy's sweetheart.
16750
16751 --Nao, Tommy said on the verge of tears.
16752
16753 Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was amiss and she whispered to
16754 Edy Boardman to take him there behind the pushcar where the gentleman
16755 couldn't see and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes.
16756
16757 But who was Gerty?
16758
16759 Gerty MacDowell who was seated near her companions, lost in thought,
16760 gazing far away into the distance was, in very truth, as fair a specimen
16761 of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see. She was pronounced
16762 beautiful by all who knew her though, as folks often said, she was
16763 more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Her figure was slight and graceful,
16764 inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had been taking
16765 of late had done her a world of good much better than the Widow Welch's
16766 female pills and she was much better of those discharges she used to
16767 get and that tired feeling. The waxen pallor of her face was almost
16768 spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a genuine
16769 Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. Her hands were of finely veined alabaster
16770 with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of ointments
16771 could make them though it was not true that she used to wear kid gloves
16772 in bed or take a milk footbath either. Bertha Supple told that once to
16773 Edy Boardman, a deliberate lie, when she was black out at daggers drawn
16774 with Gerty (the girl chums had of course their little tiffs from time to
16775 time like the rest of mortals) and she told her not to let on whatever
16776 she did that it was her that told her or she'd never speak to her
16777 again. No. Honour where honour is due. There was an innate refinement,
16778 a languid queenly _hauteur_ about Gerty which was unmistakably evidenced
16779 in her delicate hands and higharched instep. Had kind fate but willed
16780 her to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her own right and had
16781 she only received the benefit of a good education Gerty MacDowell might
16782 easily have held her own beside any lady in the land and have seen
16783 herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow and patrician suitors
16784 at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs to her.
16785 Mayhap it was this, the love that might have been, that lent to her
16786 softlyfeatured face at whiles a look, tense with suppressed meaning,
16787 that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the beautiful eyes, a charm
16788 few could resist. Why have women such eyes of witchery? Gerty's were of
16789 the bluest Irish blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive
16790 brows. Time was when those brows were not so silkily seductive. It
16791 was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the Woman Beautiful page of the
16792 Princess Novelette, who had first advised her to try eyebrowleine which
16793 gave that haunting expression to the eyes, so becoming in leaders
16794 of fashion, and she had never regretted it. Then there was blushing
16795 scientifically cured and how to be tall increase your height and you
16796 have a beautiful face but your nose? That would suit Mrs Dignam because
16797 she had a button one. But Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of
16798 wonderful hair. It was dark brown with a natural wave in it. She had cut
16799 it that very morning on account of the new moon and it nestled about
16800 her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails
16801 too, Thursday for wealth. And just now at Edy's words as a telltale
16802 flush, delicate as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her cheeks she
16803 looked so lovely in her sweet girlish shyness that of a surety God's
16804 fair land of Ireland did not hold her equal.
16805
16806 For an instant she was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. She
16807 was about to retort but something checked the words on her tongue.
16808 Inclination prompted her to speak out: dignity told her to be silent.
16809 The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she glanced up and broke out into
16810 a joyous little laugh which had in it all the freshness of a young May
16811 morning. She knew right well, no-one better, what made squinty Edy
16812 say that because of him cooling in his attentions when it was simply a
16813 lovers' quarrel. As per usual somebody's nose was out of joint about the
16814 boy that had the bicycle off the London bridge road always riding up
16815 and down in front of her window. Only now his father kept him in in the
16816 evenings studying hard to get an exhibition in the intermediate that was
16817 on and he was going to go to Trinity college to study for a doctor when
16818 he left the high school like his brother W. E. Wylie who was racing
16819 in the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Little recked he
16820 perhaps for what she felt, that dull aching void in her heart sometimes,
16821 piercing to the core. Yet he was young and perchance he might learn
16822 to love her in time. They were protestants in his family and of course
16823 Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Virgin and then
16824 Saint Joseph. But he was undeniably handsome with an exquisite nose and
16825 he was what he looked, every inch a gentleman, the shape of his head too
16826 at the back without his cap on that she would know anywhere something
16827 off the common and the way he turned the bicycle at the lamp with his
16828 hands off the bars and also the nice perfume of those good cigarettes
16829 and besides they were both of a size too he and she and that was why Edy
16830 Boardman thought she was so frightfully clever because he didn't go and
16831 ride up and down in front of her bit of a garden.
16832
16833 Gerty was dressed simply but with the instinctive taste of a votary of
16834 Dame Fashion for she felt that there was just a might that he might be
16835 out. A neat blouse of electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes (because it
16836 was expected in the _Lady's Pictorial_ that electric blue would be worn)
16837 with a smart vee opening down to the division and kerchief pocket (in
16838 which she always kept a piece of cottonwool scented with her
16839 favourite perfume because the handkerchief spoiled the sit) and a navy
16840 threequarter skirt cut to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure
16841 to perfection. She wore a coquettish little love of a hat of wideleaved
16842 nigger straw contrast trimmed with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and
16843 at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. All Tuesday week afternoon
16844 she was hunting to match that chenille but at last she found what she
16845 wanted at Clery's summer sales, the very it, slightly shopsoiled but you
16846 would never notice, seven fingers two and a penny. She did it up all by
16847 herself and what joy was hers when she tried it on then, smiling at the
16848 lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to her! And when she put
16849 it on the waterjug to keep the shape she knew that that would take the
16850 shine out of some people she knew. Her shoes were the newest thing in
16851 footwear (Edy Boardman prided herself that she was very _petite_ but she
16852 never had a foot like Gerty MacDowell, a five, and never would ash,
16853 oak or elm) with patent toecaps and just one smart buckle over
16854 her higharched instep. Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect
16855 proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more of
16856 her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and
16857 wide garter tops. As for undies they were Gerty's chief care and who
16858 that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen (though
16859 Gerty would never see seventeen again) can find it in his heart to
16860 blame her? She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery,
16861 three garments and nighties extra, and each set slotted with different
16862 coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and she aired
16863 them herself and blued them when they came home from the wash and ironed
16864 them and she had a brickbat to keep the iron on because she wouldn't
16865 trust those washerwomen as far as she'd see them scorching the things.
16866 She was wearing the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her own colour
16867 and lucky too for a bride to have a bit of blue somewhere on her because
16868 the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father
16869 brought him in to study for the intermediate exhibition and because
16870 she thought perhaps he might be out because when she was dressing that
16871 morning she nearly slipped up the old pair on her inside out and that
16872 was for luck and lovers' meeting if you put those things on inside
16873 out or if they got untied that he was thinking about you so long as it
16874 wasn't of a Friday.
16875
16876 And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is
16877 there all the time. Her very soul is in her eyes and she would give
16878 worlds to be in the privacy of her own familiar chamber where,
16879 giving way to tears, she could have a good cry and relieve her pentup
16880 feelingsthough not too much because she knew how to cry nicely before
16881 the mirror. You are lovely, Gerty, it said. The paly light of evening
16882 falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Gerty MacDowell yearns
16883 in vain. Yes, she had known from the very first that her daydream of a
16884 marriage has been arranged and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy
16885 Wylie T. C. D. (because the one who married the elder brother would be
16886 Mrs Wylie) and in the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was
16887 wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox
16888 was not to be. He was too young to understand. He would not believe in
16889 love, a woman's birthright. The night of the party long ago in Stoer's
16890 (he was still in short trousers) when they were alone and he stole
16891 an arm round her waist she went white to the very lips. He called her
16892 little one in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss (the
16893 first!) but it was only the end of her nose and then he hastened from
16894 the room with a remark about refreshments. Impetuous fellow! Strength of
16895 character had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he who would
16896 woo and win Gerty MacDowell must be a man among men. But waiting, always
16897 waiting to be asked and it was leap year too and would soon be over. No
16898 prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her
16899 feet but rather a manly man with a strong quiet face who had not found
16900 his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and who would
16901 understand, take her in his sheltering arms, strain her to him in all
16902 the strength of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with a long
16903 long kiss. It would be like heaven. For such a one she yearns this balmy
16904 summer eve. With all the heart of her she longs to be his only, his
16905 affianced bride for riches for poor, in sickness in health, till death
16906 us two part, from this to this day forward.
16907
16908 And while Edy Boardman was with little Tommy behind the pushcar she was
16909 just thinking would the day ever come when she could call herself his
16910 little wife to be. Then they could talk about her till they went blue in
16911 the face, Bertha Supple too, and Edy, little spitfire, because she would
16912 be twentytwo in November. She would care for him with creature comforts
16913 too for Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that
16914 feeling of hominess. Her griddlecakes done to a goldenbrown hue and
16915 queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions
16916 from all because she had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, dredge
16917 in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in the same direction,
16918 then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though
16919 she didn't like the eating part when there were any people that made her
16920 shy and often she wondered why you couldn't eat something poetical like
16921 violets or roses and they would have a beautifully appointed drawingroom
16922 with pictures and engravings and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's
16923 lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was so human and chintz
16924 covers for the chairs and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer
16925 jumble sales like they have in rich houses. He would be tall with
16926 broad shoulders (she had always admired tall men for a husband) with
16927 glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache
16928 and they would go on the continent for their honeymoon (three wonderful
16929 weeks!) and then, when they settled down in a nice snug and cosy little
16930 homely house, every morning they would both have brekky, simple but
16931 perfectly served, for their own two selves and before he went out to
16932 business he would give his dear little wifey a good hearty hug and gaze
16933 for a moment deep down into her eyes.
16934
16935 Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he done and he said yes so then she
16936 buttoned up his little knickerbockers for him and told him to run off
16937 and play with Jacky and to be good now and not to fight. But Tommy said
16938 he wanted the ball and Edy told him no that baby was playing with the
16939 ball and if he took it there'd be wigs on the green but Tommy said it
16940 was his ball and he wanted his ball and he pranced on the ground, if
16941 you please. The temper of him! O, he was a man already was little Tommy
16942 Caffrey since he was out of pinnies. Edy told him no, no and to be off
16943 now with him and she told Cissy Caffrey not to give in to him.
16944
16945 --You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said. It's my ball.
16946
16947 But Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to look up, look up high at her
16948 finger and she snatched the ball quickly and threw it along the sand and
16949 Tommy after it in full career, having won the day.
16950
16951 --Anything for a quiet life, laughed Ciss.
16952
16953 And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make him forget and played
16954 here's the lord mayor, here's his two horses, here's his gingerbread
16955 carriage and here he walks in, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper
16956 chin. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way
16957 like that from everyone always petting him.
16958
16959 --I'd like to give him something, she said, so I would, where I won't
16960 say.
16961
16962 --On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily.
16963
16964 Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and crimsoned at the idea of Cissy
16965 saying an unladylike thing like that out loud she'd be ashamed of her
16966 life to say, flushing a deep rosy red, and Edy Boardman said she was
16967 sure the gentleman opposite heard what she said. But not a pin cared
16968 Ciss.
16969
16970 --Let him! she said with a pert toss of her head and a piquant tilt of
16971 her nose. Give it to him too on the same place as quick as I'd look at
16972 him.
16973
16974 Madcap Ciss with her golliwog curls. You had to laugh at her sometimes.
16975 For instance when she asked you would you have some more Chinese tea and
16976 jaspberry ram and when she drew the jugs too and the men's faces on her
16977 nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she wanted to go
16978 where you know she said she wanted to run and pay a visit to the Miss
16979 White. That was just like Cissycums. O, and will you ever forget her the
16980 evening she dressed up in her father's suit and hat and the burned cork
16981 moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. There
16982 was none to come up to her for fun. But she was sincerity itself, one of
16983 the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not one of your twofaced
16984 things, too sweet to be wholesome.
16985
16986 And then there came out upon the air the sound of voices and the pealing
16987 anthem of the organ. It was the men's temperance retreat conducted
16988 by the missioner, the reverend John Hughes S. J., rosary, sermon and
16989 benediction of the Most Blessed Sacrament. They were there gathered
16990 together without distinction of social class (and a most edifying
16991 spectacle it was to see) in that simple fane beside the waves, after the
16992 storms of this weary world, kneeling before the feet of the immaculate,
16993 reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to intercede
16994 for them, the old familiar words, holy Mary, holy virgin of virgins. How
16995 sad to poor Gerty's ears! Had her father only avoided the clutches of
16996 the demon drink, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit
16997 cured in Pearson's Weekly, she might now be rolling in her carriage,
16998 second to none. Over and over had she told herself that as she mused by
16999 the dying embers in a brown study without the lamp because she hated two
17000 lights or oftentimes gazing out of the window dreamily by the hour at
17001 the rain falling on the rusty bucket, thinking. But that vile decoction
17002 which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her
17003 childhood days. Nay, she had even witnessed in the home circle deeds of
17004 violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own father, a prey to
17005 the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there was
17006 one thing of all things that Gerty knew it was that the man who lifts
17007 his hand to a woman save in the way of kindness, deserves to be branded
17008 as the lowest of the low.
17009
17010 And still the voices sang in supplication to the Virgin most powerful,
17011 Virgin most merciful. And Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce saw or heard
17012 her companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman
17013 off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey called the man that was so like
17014 himself passing along the strand taking a short walk. You never saw him
17015 any way screwed but still and for all that she would not like him for a
17016 father because he was too old or something or on account of his face
17017 (it was a palpable case of Doctor Fell) or his carbuncly nose with the
17018 pimples on it and his sandy moustache a bit white under his nose. Poor
17019 father! With all his faults she loved him still when he sang _Tell me,
17020 Mary, how to woo thee_ or _My love and cottage near Rochelle_ and they
17021 had stewed cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for
17022 supper and when he sang _The moon hath raised_ with Mr Dignam that
17023 died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, from a stroke. Her
17024 mother's birthday that was and Charley was home on his holidays and Tom
17025 and Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they were to have
17026 had a group taken. No-one would have thought the end was so near. Now he
17027 was laid to rest. And her mother said to him to let that be a warning to
17028 him for the rest of his days and he couldn't even go to the funeral on
17029 account of the gout and she had to go into town to bring him the
17030 letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic,
17031 standard designs, fit for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always bright
17032 and cheery in the home.
17033
17034 A sterling good daughter was Gerty just like a second mother in the
17035 house, a ministering angel too with a little heart worth its weight in
17036 gold. And when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was
17037 it rubbed the menthol cone on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't
17038 like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single
17039 thing they ever had words about, taking snuff. Everyone thought the
17040 world of her for her gentle ways. It was Gerty who turned off the gas at
17041 the main every night and it was Gerty who tacked up on the wall of that
17042 place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr
17043 Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the picture of halcyon days
17044 where a young gentleman in the costume they used to wear then with a
17045 threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his ladylove with
17046 oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. You could see there was a
17047 story behind it. The colours were done something lovely. She was in
17048 a soft clinging white in a studied attitude and the gentleman was in
17049 chocolate and he looked a thorough aristocrat. She often looked at them
17050 dreamily when she went there for a certain purpose and felt her own
17051 arms that were white and soft just like hers with the sleeves back
17052 and thought about those times because she had found out in Walker's
17053 pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the
17054 halcyon days what they meant.
17055
17056 The twins were now playing in the most approved brotherly fashion
17057 till at last Master Jacky who was really as bold as brass there was
17058 no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball as hard as ever he
17059 could down towards the seaweedy rocks. Needless to say poor Tommy was
17060 not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was
17061 sitting there by himself came gallantly to the rescue and intercepted
17062 the ball. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and
17063 to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey called to the gentleman to throw it to
17064 her please. The gentleman aimed the ball once or twice and then threw
17065 it up the strand towards Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down the slope and
17066 stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little pool by the rock. The
17067 twins clamoured again for it and Cissy told her to kick it away and
17068 let them fight for it so Gerty drew back her foot but she wished their
17069 stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to her and she gave a kick but she
17070 missed and Edy and Cissy laughed.
17071
17072 --If you fail try again, Edy Boardman said.
17073
17074 Gerty smiled assent and bit her lip. A delicate pink crept into her
17075 pretty cheek but she was determined to let them see so she just lifted
17076 her skirt a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball a
17077 jolly good kick and it went ever so far and the two twins after it down
17078 towards the shingle. Pure jealousy of course it was nothing else to draw
17079 attention on account of the gentleman opposite looking. She felt the
17080 warm flush, a danger signal always with Gerty MacDowell, surging and
17081 flaming into her cheeks. Till then they had only exchanged glances of
17082 the most casual but now under the brim of her new hat she ventured a
17083 look at him and the face that met her gaze there in the twilight, wan
17084 and strangely drawn, seemed to her the saddest she had ever seen.
17085
17086 Through the open window of the church the fragrant incense was wafted
17087 and with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of
17088 original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray
17089 for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, mystical rose. And
17090 careworn hearts were there and toilers for their daily bread and many
17091 who had erred and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for all
17092 that bright with hope for the reverend father Father Hughes had told
17093 them what the great saint Bernard said in his famous prayer of Mary, the
17094 most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it was not recorded in any
17095 age that those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned
17096 by her.
17097
17098 The twins were now playing again right merrily for the troubles of
17099 childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Cissy Caffrey played with
17100 baby Boardman till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air. Peep
17101 she cried behind the hood of the pushcar and Edy asked where was Cissy
17102 gone and then Cissy popped up her head and cried ah! and, my word,
17103 didn't the little chap enjoy that! And then she told him to say papa.
17104
17105 --Say papa, baby. Say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa.
17106
17107 And baby did his level best to say it for he was very intelligent for
17108 eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the picture of
17109 health, a perfect little bunch of love, and he would certainly turn out
17110 to be something great, they said.
17111
17112 --Haja ja ja haja.
17113
17114 Cissy wiped his little mouth with the dribbling bib and wanted him to
17115 sit up properly and say pa pa pa but when she undid the strap she cried
17116 out, holy saint Denis, that he was possing wet and to double the half
17117 blanket the other way under him. Of course his infant majesty was most
17118 obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he let everyone know it:
17119
17120 --Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa.
17121
17122 And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. It was all
17123 no use soothering him with no, nono, baby, no and telling him about the
17124 geegee and where was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted, gave
17125 him in his mouth the teat of the suckingbottle and the young heathen was
17126 quickly appeased.
17127
17128 Gerty wished to goodness they would take their squalling baby home out
17129 of that and not get on her nerves, no hour to be out, and the little
17130 brats of twins. She gazed out towards the distant sea. It was like the
17131 paintings that man used to do on the pavement with all the coloured
17132 chalks and such a pity too leaving them there to be all blotted out, the
17133 evening and the clouds coming out and the Bailey light on Howth and to
17134 hear the music like that and the perfume of those incense they burned
17135 in the church like a kind of waft. And while she gazed her heart went
17136 pitapat. Yes, it was her he was looking at, and there was meaning in his
17137 look. His eyes burned into her as though they would search her through
17138 and through, read her very soul. Wonderful eyes they were, superbly
17139 expressive, but could you trust them? People were so queer. She could
17140 see at once by his dark eyes and his pale intellectual face that he
17141 was a foreigner, the image of the photo she had of Martin Harvey, the
17142 matinee idol, only for the moustache which she preferred because she
17143 wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted they two to always
17144 dress the same on account of a play but she could not see whether he had
17145 an aquiline nose or a slightly _retroussé_ from where he was sitting.
17146 He was in deep mourning, she could see that, and the story of a haunting
17147 sorrow was written on his face. She would have given worlds to know what
17148 it was. He was looking up so intently, so still, and he saw her kick the
17149 ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles of her shoes if
17150 she swung them like that thoughtfully with the toes down. She was glad
17151 that something told her to put on the transparent stockings thinking
17152 Reggy Wylie might be out but that was far away. Here was that of which
17153 she had so often dreamed. It was he who mattered and there was joy on
17154 her face because she wanted him because she felt instinctively that he
17155 was like no-one else. The very heart of the girlwoman went out to him,
17156 her dreamhusband, because she knew on the instant it was him. If he had
17157 suffered, more sinned against than sinning, or even, even, if he had
17158 been himself a sinner, a wicked man, she cared not. Even if he was a
17159 protestant or methodist she could convert him easily if he truly loved
17160 her. There were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm. She was a
17161 womanly woman not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had known,
17162 those cyclists showing off what they hadn't got and she just yearned to
17163 know all, to forgive all if she could make him fall in love with her,
17164 make him forget the memory of the past. Then mayhap he would embrace her
17165 gently, like a real man, crushing her soft body to him, and love her,
17166 his ownest girlie, for herself alone.
17167
17168 Refuge of sinners. Comfortress of the afflicted. _Ora pro nobis_. Well
17169 has it been said that whosoever prays to her with faith and constancy
17170 can never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she too a haven of refuge
17171 for the afflicted because of the seven dolours which transpierced
17172 her own heart. Gerty could picture the whole scene in the church, the
17173 stained glass windows lighted up, the candles, the flowers and the blue
17174 banners of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy was helping
17175 Canon O'Hanlon at the altar, carrying things in and out with his eyes
17176 cast down. He looked almost a saint and his confessionbox was so quiet
17177 and clean and dark and his hands were just like white wax and if ever
17178 she became a Dominican nun in their white habit perhaps he might come to
17179 the convent for the novena of Saint Dominic. He told her that time when
17180 she told him about that in confession, crimsoning up to the roots of her
17181 hair for fear he could see, not to be troubled because that was only the
17182 voice of nature and we were all subject to nature's laws, he said, in
17183 this life and that that was no sin because that came from the nature of
17184 woman instituted by God, he said, and that Our Blessed Lady herself said
17185 to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. He
17186 was so kind and holy and often and often she thought and thought could
17187 she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him as a
17188 present or a clock but they had a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece
17189 white and gold with a canarybird that came out of a little house to tell
17190 the time the day she went there about the flowers for the forty hours'
17191 adoration because it was hard to know what sort of a present to give or
17192 perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some place.
17193
17194 The exasperating little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky
17195 threw the ball out towards the sea and they both ran after it. Little
17196 monkeys common as ditchwater. Someone ought to take them and give them
17197 a good hiding for themselves to keep them in their places, the both of
17198 them. And Cissy and Edy shouted after them to come back because they
17199 were afraid the tide might come in on them and be drowned.
17200
17201 --Jacky! Tommy!
17202
17203 Not they! What a great notion they had! So Cissy said it was the very
17204 last time she'd ever bring them out. She jumped up and called them and
17205 she ran down the slope past him, tossing her hair behind her which had
17206 a good enough colour if there had been more of it but with all the
17207 thingamerry she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it to grow
17208 long because it wasn't natural so she could just go and throw her hat at
17209 it. She ran with long gandery strides it was a wonder she didn't rip up
17210 her skirt at the side that was too tight on her because there was a lot
17211 of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey and she was a forward piece whenever
17212 she thought she had a good opportunity to show and just because she was
17213 a good runner she ran like that so that he could see all the end of her
17214 petticoat running and her skinny shanks up as far as possible. It
17215 would have served her just right if she had tripped up over something
17216 accidentally on purpose with her high crooked French heels on her to
17217 make her look tall and got a fine tumble. _Tableau!_ That would have
17218 been a very charming expose for a gentleman like that to witness.
17219
17220 Queen of angels, queen of patriarchs, queen of prophets, of all saints,
17221 they prayed, queen of the most holy rosary and then Father Conroy handed
17222 the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon and he put in the incense and censed the
17223 Blessed Sacrament and Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she was
17224 itching to give them a ringing good clip on the ear but she didn't
17225 because she thought he might be watching but she never made a bigger
17226 mistake in all her life because Gerty could see without looking that
17227 he never took his eyes off of her and then Canon O'Hanlon handed the
17228 thurible back to Father Conroy and knelt down looking up at the Blessed
17229 Sacrament and the choir began to sing the _Tantum ergo_ and she just
17230 swung her foot in and out in time as the music rose and fell to
17231 the _Tantumer gosa cramen tum_. Three and eleven she paid for those
17232 stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the Tuesday, no the Monday
17233 before Easter and there wasn't a brack on them and that was what he
17234 was looking at, transparent, and not at her insignificant ones that had
17235 neither shape nor form (the cheek of her!) because he had eyes in his
17236 head to see the difference for himself.
17237
17238 Cissy came up along the strand with the two twins and their ball with
17239 her hat anyhow on her to one side after her run and she did look a
17240 streel tugging the two kids along with the flimsy blouse she bought only
17241 a fortnight before like a rag on her back and a bit of her petticoat
17242 hanging like a caricature. Gerty just took off her hat for a moment to
17243 settle her hair and a prettier, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was
17244 never seen on a girl's shoulders--a radiant little vision, in sooth,
17245 almost maddening in its sweetness. You would have to travel many a long
17246 mile before you found a head of hair the like of that. She could almost
17247 see the swift answering flash of admiration in his eyes that set her
17248 tingling in every nerve. She put on her hat so that she could see from
17249 underneath the brim and swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath
17250 caught as she caught the expression in his eyes. He was eying her as a
17251 snake eyes its prey. Her woman's instinct told her that she had raised
17252 the devil in him and at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat
17253 to brow till the lovely colour of her face became a glorious rose.
17254
17255 Edy Boardman was noticing it too because she was squinting at Gerty,
17256 half smiling, with her specs like an old maid, pretending to nurse the
17257 baby. Irritable little gnat she was and always would be and that was why
17258 no-one could get on with her poking her nose into what was no concern of
17259 hers. And she said to Gerty:
17260
17261 --A penny for your thoughts.
17262
17263 --What? replied Gerty with a smile reinforced by the whitest of teeth. I
17264 was only wondering was it late.
17265
17266 Because she wished to goodness they'd take the snottynosed twins and
17267 their babby home to the mischief out of that so that was why she just
17268 gave a gentle hint about its being late. And when Cissy came up Edy
17269 asked her the time and Miss Cissy, as glib as you like, said it was half
17270 past kissing time, time to kiss again. But Edy wanted to know because
17271 they were told to be in early.
17272
17273 --Wait, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the
17274 time by his conundrum.
17275
17276 So over she went and when he saw her coming she could see him take his
17277 hand out of his pocket, getting nervous, and beginning to play with his
17278 watchchain, looking up at the church. Passionate nature though he was
17279 Gerty could see that he had enormous control over himself. One moment he
17280 had been there, fascinated by a loveliness that made him gaze, and the
17281 next moment it was the quiet gravefaced gentleman, selfcontrol expressed
17282 in every line of his distinguishedlooking figure.
17283
17284 Cissy said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the
17285 right time and Gerty could see him taking out his watch, listening to it
17286 and looking up and clearing his throat and he said he was very sorry his
17287 watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the
17288 sun was set. His voice had a cultured ring in it and though he spoke in
17289 measured accents there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones.
17290 Cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue out and said uncle said
17291 his waterworks were out of order.
17292
17293 Then they sang the second verse of the _Tantum ergo_ and Canon O'Hanlon
17294 got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and knelt down and he told
17295 Father Conroy that one of the candles was just going to set fire to the
17296 flowers and Father Conroy got up and settled it all right and she could
17297 see the gentleman winding his watch and listening to the works and she
17298 swung her leg more in and out in time. It was getting darker but he
17299 could see and he was looking all the time that he was winding the watch
17300 or whatever he was doing to it and then he put it back and put his hands
17301 back into his pockets. She felt a kind of a sensation rushing all over
17302 her and she knew by the feel of her scalp and that irritation against
17303 her stays that that thing must be coming on because the last time too
17304 was when she clipped her hair on account of the moon. His dark eyes
17305 fixed themselves on her again drinking in her every contour, literally
17306 worshipping at her shrine. If ever there was undisguised admiration in a
17307 man's passionate gaze it was there plain to be seen on that man's face.
17308 It is for you, Gertrude MacDowell, and you know it.
17309
17310 Edy began to get ready to go and it was high time for her and Gerty
17311 noticed that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect
17312 because it was a long way along the strand to where there was the place
17313 to push up the pushcar and Cissy took off the twins' caps and tidied
17314 their hair to make herself attractive of course and Canon O'Hanlon stood
17315 up with his cope poking up at his neck and Father Conroy handed him the
17316 card to read off and he read out _Panem de coelo praestitisti eis_ and
17317 Edy and Cissy were talking about the time all the time and asking her
17318 but Gerty could pay them back in their own coin and she just answered
17319 with scathing politeness when Edy asked her was she heartbroken about
17320 her best boy throwing her over. Gerty winced sharply. A brief cold blaze
17321 shone from her eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. It hurt--O
17322 yes, it cut deep because Edy had her own quiet way of saying things
17323 like that she knew would wound like the confounded little cat she was.
17324 Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she fought back
17325 the sob that rose to her throat, so slim, so flawless, so beautifully
17326 moulded it seemed one an artist might have dreamed of. She had loved him
17327 better than he knew. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex
17328 he would never understand what he had meant to her and for an instant
17329 there was in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears. Their eyes were
17330 probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in
17331 sympathy as she glanced at her new conquest for them to see.
17332
17333 --O, responded Gerty, quick as lightning, laughing, and the proud head
17334 flashed up. I can throw my cap at who I like because it's leap year.
17335
17336 Her words rang out crystalclear, more musical than the cooing of the
17337 ringdove, but they cut the silence icily. There was that in her young
17338 voice that told that she was not a one to be lightly trifled with. As
17339 for Mr Reggy with his swank and his bit of money she could just chuck
17340 him aside as if he was so much filth and never again would she cast as
17341 much as a second thought on him and tear his silly postcard into a dozen
17342 pieces. And if ever after he dared to presume she could give him one
17343 look of measured scorn that would make him shrivel up on the spot. Miss
17344 puny little Edy's countenance fell to no slight extent and Gerty could
17345 see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering
17346 rage though she hid it, the little kinnatt, because that shaft had
17347 struck home for her petty jealousy and they both knew that she was
17348 something aloof, apart, in another sphere, that she was not of them and
17349 never would be and there was somebody else too that knew it and saw it
17350 so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it.
17351
17352 Edy straightened up baby Boardman to get ready to go and Cissy tucked in
17353 the ball and the spades and buckets and it was high time too because the
17354 sandman was on his way for Master Boardman junior. And Cissy told him
17355 too that billy winks was coming and that baby was to go deedaw and baby
17356 looked just too ducky, laughing up out of his gleeful eyes, and Cissy
17357 poked him like that out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby, without as
17358 much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to
17359 his brandnew dribbling bib.
17360
17361 --O my! Puddeny pie! protested Ciss. He has his bib destroyed.
17362
17363 The slight _contretemps_ claimed her attention but in two twos she set
17364 that little matter to rights.
17365
17366 Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and Edy
17367 asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was
17368 flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed
17369 it off with consummate tact by saying that that was the benediction
17370 because just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet
17371 seashore because Canon O'Hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that
17372 Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the
17373 Blessed Sacrament in his hands.
17374
17375 How moving the scene there in the gathering twilight, the last glimpse
17376 of Erin, the touching chime of those evening bells and at the same
17377 time a bat flew forth from the ivied belfry through the dusk, hither,
17378 thither, with a tiny lost cry. And she could see far away the lights of
17379 the lighthouses so picturesque she would have loved to do with a box of
17380 paints because it was easier than to make a man and soon the lamplighter
17381 would be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along
17382 by shady Tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the
17383 lamp near her window where Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like
17384 she read in that book _The Lamplighter_ by Miss Cummins, author of
17385 _Mabel Vaughan_ and other tales. For Gerty had her dreams that no-one
17386 knew of. She loved to read poetry and when she got a keepsake from
17387 Bertha Supple of that lovely confession album with the coralpink cover
17388 to write her thoughts in she laid it in the drawer of her toilettable
17389 which, though it did not err on the side of luxury, was scrupulously
17390 neat and clean. It was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the
17391 tortoiseshell combs, her child of Mary badge, the whiterose scent, the
17392 eyebrowleine, her alabaster pouncetbox and the ribbons to change
17393 when her things came home from the wash and there were some beautiful
17394 thoughts written in it in violet ink that she bought in Hely's of Dame
17395 Street for she felt that she too could write poetry if she could only
17396 express herself like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that
17397 she had copied out of the newspaper she found one evening round the
17398 potherbs. _Art thou real, my ideal?_ it was called by Louis J Walsh,
17399 Magherafelt, and after there was something about _twilight, wilt thou
17400 ever?_ and ofttimes the beauty of poetry, so sad in its transient
17401 loveliness, had misted her eyes with silent tears for she felt that
17402 the years were slipping by for her, one by one, and but for that one
17403 shortcoming she knew she need fear no competition and that was an
17404 accident coming down Dalkey hill and she always tried to conceal it.
17405 But it must end, she felt. If she saw that magic lure in his eyes there
17406 would be no holding back for her. Love laughs at locksmiths. She
17407 would make the great sacrifice. Her every effort would be to share his
17408 thoughts. Dearer than the whole world would she be to him and gild his
17409 days with happiness. There was the allimportant question and she was
17410 dying to know was he a married man or a widower who had lost his wife
17411 or some tragedy like the nobleman with the foreign name from the land
17412 of song had to have her put into a madhouse, cruel only to be kind.
17413 But even if--what then? Would it make a very great difference? From
17414 everything in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively
17415 recoiled. She loathed that sort of person, the fallen women off the
17416 accommodation walk beside the Dodder that went with the soldiers and
17417 coarse men with no respect for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and
17418 being taken up to the police station. No, no: not that. They would be
17419 just good friends like a big brother and sister without all that other
17420 in spite of the conventions of Society with a big ess. Perhaps it was
17421 an old flame he was in mourning for from the days beyond recall. She
17422 thought she understood. She would try to understand him because men were
17423 so different. The old love was waiting, waiting with little white
17424 hands stretched out, with blue appealing eyes. Heart of mine! She would
17425 follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he
17426 was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was
17427 the master guide. Nothing else mattered. Come what might she would be
17428 wild, untrammelled, free.
17429
17430 Canon O'Hanlon put the Blessed Sacrament back into the tabernacle and
17431 genuflected and the choir sang _Laudate Dominum omnes gentes_ and then
17432 he locked the tabernacle door because the benediction was over and
17433 Father Conroy handed him his hat to put on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't
17434 she coming but Jacky Caffrey called out:
17435
17436 --O, look, Cissy!
17437
17438 And they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it too over the
17439 trees beside the church, blue and then green and purple.
17440
17441 --It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey said.
17442
17443 And they all ran down the strand to see over the houses and the church,
17444 helterskelter, Edy with the pushcar with baby Boardman in it and Cissy
17445 holding Tommy and Jacky by the hand so they wouldn't fall running.
17446
17447 --Come on, Gerty, Cissy called. It's the bazaar fireworks.
17448
17449 But Gerty was adamant. She had no intention of being at their beck and
17450 call. If they could run like rossies she could sit so she said she could
17451 see from where she was. The eyes that were fastened upon her set her
17452 pulses tingling. She looked at him a moment, meeting his glance, and
17453 a light broke in upon her. Whitehot passion was in that face, passion
17454 silent as the grave, and it had made her his. At last they were left
17455 alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she knew he could
17456 be trusted to the death, steadfast, a sterling man, a man of inflexible
17457 honour to his fingertips. His hands and face were working and a tremour
17458 went over her. She leaned back far to look up where the fireworks were
17459 and she caught her knee in her hands so as not to fall back looking up
17460 and there was no-one to see only him and her when she revealed all her
17461 graceful beautifully shaped legs like that, supply soft and delicately
17462 rounded, and she seemed to hear the panting of his heart, his hoarse
17463 breathing, because she knew too about the passion of men like that,
17464 hotblooded, because Bertha Supple told her once in dead secret and made
17465 her swear she'd never about the gentleman lodger that was staying with
17466 them out of the Congested Districts Board that had pictures cut out of
17467 papers of those skirtdancers and highkickers and she said he used to do
17468 something not very nice that you could imagine sometimes in the bed. But
17469 this was altogether different from a thing like that because there was
17470 all the difference because she could almost feel him draw her face to
17471 his and the first quick hot touch of his handsome lips. Besides there
17472 was absolution so long as you didn't do the other thing before being
17473 married and there ought to be women priests that would understand
17474 without your telling out and Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy
17475 kind of dreamy look in her eyes so that she too, my dear, and Winny
17476 Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides it was on
17477 account of that other thing coming on the way it did.
17478
17479 And Jacky Caffrey shouted to look, there was another and she leaned back
17480 and the garters were blue to match on account of the transparent and
17481 they all saw it and they all shouted to look, look, there it was and
17482 she leaned back ever so far to see the fireworks and something queer was
17483 flying through the air, a soft thing, to and fro, dark. And she saw a
17484 long Roman candle going up over the trees, up, up, and, in the tense
17485 hush, they were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and
17486 higher and she had to lean back more and more to look up after it, high,
17487 high, almost out of sight, and her face was suffused with a divine, an
17488 entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other things
17489 too, nainsook knickers, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than
17490 those other pettiwidth, the green, four and eleven, on account of being
17491 white and she let him and she saw that he saw and then it went so high
17492 it went out of sight a moment and she was trembling in every limb from
17493 being bent so far back that he had a full view high up above her knee
17494 where no-one ever not even on the swing or wading and she wasn't ashamed
17495 and he wasn't either to look in that immodest way like that because he
17496 couldn't resist the sight of the wondrous revealment half offered like
17497 those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he
17498 kept on looking, looking. She would fain have cried to him chokingly,
17499 held out her snowy slender arms to him to come, to feel his lips laid on
17500 her white brow, the cry of a young girl's love, a little strangled cry,
17501 wrung from her, that cry that has rung through the ages. And then a
17502 rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! then the Roman candle
17503 burst and it was like a sigh of O! and everyone cried O! O! in raptures
17504 and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they
17505 shed and ah! they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O so
17506 lovely, O, soft, sweet, soft!
17507
17508 Then all melted away dewily in the grey air: all was silent. Ah! She
17509 glanced at him as she bent forward quickly, a pathetic little glance of
17510 piteous protest, of shy reproach under which he coloured like a girl He
17511 was leaning back against the rock behind. Leopold Bloom (for it is he)
17512 stands silent, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. What a
17513 brute he had been! At it again? A fair unsullied soul had called to him
17514 and, wretch that he was, how had he answered? An utter cad he had been!
17515 He of all men! But there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes,
17516 for him too a word of pardon even though he had erred and sinned and
17517 wandered. Should a girl tell? No, a thousand times no. That was their
17518 secret, only theirs, alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to
17519 know or tell save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening
17520 to and fro and little bats don't tell.
17521
17522 Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the football field to show
17523 what a great person she was: and then she cried:
17524
17525 --Gerty! Gerty! We're going. Come on. We can see from farther up.
17526
17527 Gerty had an idea, one of love's little ruses. She slipped a hand into
17528 her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of
17529 course without letting him and then slipped it back. Wonder if he's too
17530 far to. She rose. Was it goodbye? No. She had to go but they would meet
17531 again, there, and she would dream of that till then, tomorrow, of her
17532 dream of yester eve. She drew herself up to her full height. Their souls
17533 met in a last lingering glance and the eyes that reached her heart, full
17534 of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her sweet flowerlike face. She
17535 half smiled at him wanly, a sweet forgiving smile, a smile that verged
17536 on tears, and then they parted.
17537
17538 Slowly, without looking back she went down the uneven strand to Cissy,
17539 to Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey, to little baby Boardman. It was
17540 darker now and there were stones and bits of wood on the strand and
17541 slippy seaweed. She walked with a certain quiet dignity characteristic
17542 of her but with care and very slowly because--because Gerty MacDowell
17543 was...
17544
17545 Tight boots? No. She's lame! O!
17546
17547 Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That's why she's
17548 left on the shelf and the others did a sprint. Thought something was
17549 wrong by the cut of her jib. Jilted beauty. A defect is ten times worse
17550 in a woman. But makes them polite. Glad I didn't know it when she was on
17551 show. Hot little devil all the same. I wouldn't mind. Curiosity like a
17552 nun or a negress or a girl with glasses. That squinty one is delicate.
17553 Near her monthlies, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. I have such
17554 a bad headache today. Where did I put the letter? Yes, all right. All
17555 kinds of crazy longings. Licking pennies. Girl in Tranquilla convent
17556 that nun told me liked to smell rock oil. Virgins go mad in the end I
17557 suppose. Sister? How many women in Dublin have it today? Martha, she.
17558 Something in the air. That's the moon. But then why don't all women
17559 menstruate at the same time with the same moon, I mean? Depends on the
17560 time they were born I suppose. Or all start scratch then get out of
17561 step. Sometimes Molly and Milly together. Anyhow I got the best of that.
17562 Damned glad I didn't do it in the bath this morning over her silly I
17563 will punish you letter. Made up for that tramdriver this morning. That
17564 gouger M'Coy stopping me to say nothing. And his wife engagement in the
17565 country valise, voice like a pickaxe. Thankful for small mercies.
17566 Cheap too. Yours for the asking. Because they want it themselves. Their
17567 natural craving. Shoals of them every evening poured out of offices.
17568 Reserve better. Don't want it they throw it at you. Catch em alive, O.
17569 Pity they can't see themselves. A dream of wellfilled hose. Where was
17570 that? Ah, yes. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Peeping
17571 Tom. Willy's hat and what the girls did with it. Do they snapshot those
17572 girls or is it all a fake? _Lingerie_ does it. Felt for the curves
17573 inside her _deshabillé._ Excites them also when they're. I'm all clean
17574 come and dirty me. And they like dressing one another for the sacrifice.
17575 Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. At first. Put them all on to
17576 take them all off. Molly. Why I bought her the violet garters. Us too:
17577 the tie he wore, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. He wore a pair
17578 of gaiters the night that first we met. His lovely shirt was shining
17579 beneath his what? of jet. Say a woman loses a charm with every pin she
17580 takes out. Pinned together. O, Mairy lost the pin of her. Dressed up to
17581 the nines for somebody. Fashion part of their charm. Just changes when
17582 you're on the track of the secret. Except the east: Mary, Martha: now as
17583 then. No reasonable offer refused. She wasn't in a hurry either. Always
17584 off to a fellow when they are. They never forget an appointment. Out on
17585 spec probably. They believe in chance because like themselves. And the
17586 others inclined to give her an odd dig. Girl friends at school, arms
17587 round each other's necks or with ten fingers locked, kissing and
17588 whispering secrets about nothing in the convent garden. Nuns with
17589 whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their rosaries going up and down,
17590 vindictive too for what they can't get. Barbed wire. Be sure now and
17591 write to me. And I'll write to you. Now won't you? Molly and Josie
17592 Powell. Till Mr Right comes along, then meet once in a blue moon.
17593 _Tableau!_ O, look who it is for the love of God! How are you at all?
17594 What have you been doing with yourself? Kiss and delighted to, kiss,
17595 to see you. Picking holes in each other's appearance. You're looking
17596 splendid. Sister souls. Showing their teeth at one another. How many
17597 have you left? Wouldn't lend each other a pinch of salt.
17598
17599 Ah!
17600
17601 Devils they are when that's coming on them. Dark devilish appearance.
17602 Molly often told me feel things a ton weight. Scratch the sole of my
17603 foot. O that way! O, that's exquisite! Feel it myself too. Good to rest
17604 once in a way. Wonder if it's bad to go with them then. Safe in one way.
17605 Turns milk, makes fiddlestrings snap. Something about withering plants I
17606 read in a garden. Besides they say if the flower withers she wears she's
17607 a flirt. All are. Daresay she felt 1. When you feel like that you often
17608 meet what you feel. Liked me or what? Dress they look at. Always know a
17609 fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Well cocks and lions do the same
17610 and stags. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. Trousers?
17611 Suppose I when I was? No. Gently does it. Dislike rough and tumble. Kiss
17612 in the dark and never tell. Saw something in me. Wonder what. Sooner
17613 have me as I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair,
17614 lovelock over his dexter optic. To aid gentleman in literary. Ought to
17615 attend to my appearance my age. Didn't let her see me in profile. Still,
17616 you never know. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Beauty and the
17617 beast. Besides I can't be so if Molly. Took off her hat to show her
17618 hair. Wide brim. Bought to hide her face, meeting someone might know
17619 her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to smell. Hair strong in rut.
17620 Ten bob I got for Molly's combings when we were on the rocks in Holles
17621 street. Why not? Suppose he gave her money. Why not? All a prejudice.
17622 She's worth ten, fifteen, more, a pound. What? I think so. All that for
17623 nothing. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Did I forget to write address on
17624 that letter like the postcard I sent to Flynn? And the day I went to
17625 Drimmie's without a necktie. Wrangle with Molly it was put me off. No,
17626 I remember. Richie Goulding: he's another. Weighs on his mind. Funny
17627 my watch stopped at half past four. Dust. Shark liver oil they use to
17628 clean. Could do it myself. Save. Was that just when he, she?
17629
17630 O, he did. Into her. She did. Done.
17631
17632 Ah!
17633
17634 Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. O Lord, that little
17635 limping devil. Begins to feel cold and clammy. Aftereffect not pleasant.
17636 Still you have to get rid of it someway. They don't care. Complimented
17637 perhaps. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the
17638 kiddies. Well, aren't they? See her as she is spoil all. Must have
17639 the stage setting, the rouge, costume, position, music. The name too.
17640 _Amours_ of actresses. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe.
17641 Curtain up. Moonlight silver effulgence. Maiden discovered with pensive
17642 bosom. Little sweetheart come and kiss me. Still, I feel. The strength
17643 it gives a man. That's the secret of it. Good job I let off there behind
17644 the wall coming out of Dignam's. Cider that was. Otherwise I couldn't
17645 have. Makes you want to sing after. _Lacaus esant taratara_. Suppose I
17646 spoke to her. What about? Bad plan however if you don't know how to end
17647 the conversation. Ask them a question they ask you another. Good idea if
17648 you're stuck. Gain time. But then you're in a cart. Wonderful of course
17649 if you say: good evening, and you see she's on for it: good evening. O
17650 but the dark evening in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O
17651 thinking she was. Whew! Girl in Meath street that night. All the dirty
17652 things I made her say. All wrong of course. My arks she called it. It's
17653 so hard to find one who. Aho! If you don't answer when they solicit must
17654 be horrible for them till they harden. And kissed my hand when I gave
17655 her the extra two shillings. Parrots. Press the button and the bird will
17656 squeak. Wish she hadn't called me sir. O, her mouth in the dark! And you
17657 a married man with a single girl! That's what they enjoy. Taking a man
17658 from another woman. Or even hear of it. Different with me. Glad to get
17659 away from other chap's wife. Eating off his cold plate. Chap in the
17660 Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. French letter still in
17661 my pocketbook. Cause of half the trouble. But might happen sometime,
17662 I don't think. Come in, all is prepared. I dreamt. What? Worst is
17663 beginning. How they change the venue when it's not what they like. Ask
17664 you do you like mushrooms because she once knew a gentleman who. Or ask
17665 you what someone was going to say when he changed his mind and stopped.
17666 Yet if I went the whole hog, say: I want to, something like that.
17667 Because I did. She too. Offend her. Then make it up. Pretend to want
17668 something awfully, then cry off for her sake. Flatters them. She must
17669 have been thinking of someone else all the time. What harm? Must since
17670 she came to the use of reason, he, he and he. First kiss does the trick.
17671 The propitious moment. Something inside them goes pop. Mushy like, tell
17672 by their eye, on the sly. First thoughts are best. Remember that till
17673 their dying day. Molly, lieutenant Mulvey that kissed her under the
17674 Moorish wall beside the gardens. Fifteen she told me. But her breasts
17675 were developed. Fell asleep then. After Glencree dinner that was when we
17676 drove home. Featherbed mountain. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Lord mayor
17677 had his eye on her too. Val Dillon. Apoplectic.
17678
17679 There she is with them down there for the fireworks. My fireworks. Up
17680 like a rocket, down like a stick. And the children, twins they must
17681 be, waiting for something to happen. Want to be grownups. Dressing in
17682 mother's clothes. Time enough, understand all the ways of the world. And
17683 the dark one with the mop head and the nigger mouth. I knew she could
17684 whistle. Mouth made for that. Like Molly. Why that highclass whore in
17685 Jammet's wore her veil only to her nose. Would you mind, please, telling
17686 me the right time? I'll tell you the right time up a dark lane.
17687 Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning, cure for fat lips.
17688 Caressing the little boy too. Onlookers see most of the game. Of course
17689 they understand birds, animals, babies. In their line.
17690
17691 Didn't look back when she was going down the strand. Wouldn't give that
17692 satisfaction. Those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Fine
17693 eyes she had, clear. It's the white of the eye brings that out not so
17694 much the pupil. Did she know what I? Course. Like a cat sitting beyond
17695 a dog's jump. Women never meet one like that Wilkins in the high school
17696 drawing a picture of Venus with all his belongings on show. Call that
17697 innocence? Poor idiot! His wife has her work cut out for her. Never see
17698 them sit on a bench marked _Wet Paint_. Eyes all over them. Look under
17699 the bed for what's not there. Longing to get the fright of their lives.
17700 Sharp as needles they are. When I said to Molly the man at the corner of
17701 Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she might like, twigged at once he
17702 had a false arm. Had, too. Where do they get that? Typist going up Roger
17703 Greene's stairs two at a time to show her understandings. Handed down
17704 from father to, mother to daughter, I mean. Bred in the bone. Milly for
17705 example drying her handkerchief on the mirror to save the ironing. Best
17706 place for an ad to catch a woman's eye on a mirror. And when I sent
17707 her for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the way that ad I must,
17708 carrying home the change in her stocking! Clever little minx. I never
17709 told her. Neat way she carries parcels too. Attract men, small thing
17710 like that. Holding up her hand, shaking it, to let the blood flow back
17711 when it was red. Who did you learn that from? Nobody. Something the
17712 nurse taught me. O, don't they know! Three years old she was in front of
17713 Molly's dressingtable, just before we left Lombard street west. Me have
17714 a nice pace. Mullingar. Who knows? Ways of the world. Young student.
17715 Straight on her pins anyway not like the other. Still she was game.
17716 Lord, I am wet. Devil you are. Swell of her calf. Transparent stockings,
17717 stretched to breaking point. Not like that frump today. A. E. Rumpled
17718 stockings. Or the one in Grafton street. White. Wow! Beef to the heel.
17719
17720 A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Zrads and
17721 zrads, zrads, zrads. And Cissy and Tommy and Jacky ran out to see and
17722 Edy after with the pushcar and then Gerty beyond the curve of the rocks.
17723 Will she? Watch! Watch! See! Looked round. She smelt an onion. Darling,
17724 I saw, your. I saw all.
17725
17726 Lord!
17727
17728 Did me good all the same. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. For
17729 this relief much thanks. In _Hamlet,_ that is. Lord! It was all things
17730 combined. Excitement. When she leaned back, felt an ache at the butt
17731 of my tongue. Your head it simply swirls. He's right. Might have made a
17732 worse fool of myself however. Instead of talking about nothing. Then
17733 I will tell you all. Still it was a kind of language between us. It
17734 couldn't be? No, Gerty they called her. Might be false name however like
17735 my name and the address Dolphin's barn a blind.
17736
17737 _Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she lived with her mother in
17738 Irishtown._
17739
17740 Place made me think of that I suppose. All tarred with the same brush
17741 Wiping pens in their stockings. But the ball rolled down to her as if
17742 it understood. Every bullet has its billet. Course I never could throw
17743 anything straight at school. Crooked as a ram's horn. Sad however
17744 because it lasts only a few years till they settle down to potwalloping
17745 and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the baby
17746 when they hold him out to do ah ah. No soft job. Saves them. Keeps
17747 them out of harm's way. Nature. Washing child, washing corpse. Dignam.
17748 Children's hands always round them. Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not even
17749 closed at first, sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds. Oughtn't
17750 to have given that child an empty teat to suck. Fill it up with wind.
17751 Mrs Beaufoy, Purefoy. Must call to the hospital. Wonder is nurse Callan
17752 there still. She used to look over some nights when Molly was in the
17753 Coffee Palace. That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat.
17754 And Mrs Breen and Mrs Dignam once like that too, marriageable. Worst
17755 of all at night Mrs Duggan told me in the City Arms. Husband rolling in
17756 drunk, stink of pub off him like a polecat. Have that in your nose in
17757 the dark, whiff of stale boose. Then ask in the morning: was I drunk
17758 last night? Bad policy however to fault the husband. Chickens come home
17759 to roost. They stick by one another like glue. Maybe the women's fault
17760 also. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. It's the blood of the
17761 south. Moorish. Also the form, the figure. Hands felt for the opulent.
17762 Just compare for instance those others. Wife locked up at home, skeleton
17763 in the cupboard. Allow me to introduce my. Then they trot you out some
17764 kind of a nondescript, wouldn't know what to call her. Always see a
17765 fellow's weak point in his wife. Still there's destiny in it, falling
17766 in love. Have their own secrets between them. Chaps that would go to the
17767 dogs if some woman didn't take them in hand. Then little chits of girls,
17768 height of a shilling in coppers, with little hubbies. As God made them
17769 he matched them. Sometimes children turn out well enough. Twice nought
17770 makes one. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Marry in May
17771 and repent in December. This wet is very unpleasant. Stuck. Well the
17772 foreskin is not back. Better detach.
17773
17774 Ow!
17775
17776 Other hand a sixfooter with a wifey up to his watchpocket. Long and
17777 the short of it. Big he and little she. Very strange about my watch.
17778 Wristwatches are always going wrong. Wonder is there any magnetic
17779 influence between the person because that was about the time he. Yes, I
17780 suppose, at once. Cat's away, the mice will play. I remember looking
17781 in Pill lane. Also that now is magnetism. Back of everything magnetism.
17782 Earth for instance pulling this and being pulled. That causes movement.
17783 And time, well that's the time the movement takes. Then if one thing
17784 stopped the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Because it's all
17785 arranged. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the sun, the
17786 stars. Little piece of steel iron. When you hold out the fork. Come.
17787 Come. Tip. Woman and man that is. Fork and steel. Molly, he. Dress up
17788 and look and suggest and let you see and see more and defy you if you're
17789 a man to see that and, like a sneeze coming, legs, look, look and if you
17790 have any guts in you. Tip. Have to let fly.
17791
17792 Wonder how is she feeling in that region. Shame all put on before third
17793 person. More put out about a hole in her stocking. Molly, her underjaw
17794 stuck out, head back, about the farmer in the ridingboots and spurs at
17795 the horse show. And when the painters were in Lombard street west.
17796 Fine voice that fellow had. How Giuglini began. Smell that I did. Like
17797 flowers. It was too. Violets. Came from the turpentine probably in the
17798 paint. Make their own use of everything. Same time doing it scraped her
17799 slipper on the floor so they wouldn't hear. But lots of them can't kick
17800 the beam, I think. Keep that thing up for hours. Kind of a general all
17801 round over me and half down my back.
17802
17803 Wait. Hm. Hm. Yes. That's her perfume. Why she waved her hand. I leave
17804 you this to think of me when I'm far away on the pillow. What is it?
17805 Heliotrope? No. Hyacinth? Hm. Roses, I think. She'd like scent of that
17806 kind. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Why Molly likes opoponax. Suits her,
17807 with a little jessamine mixed. Her high notes and her low notes. At the
17808 dance night she met him, dance of the hours. Heat brought it out. She
17809 was wearing her black and it had the perfume of the time before. Good
17810 conductor, is it? Or bad? Light too. Suppose there's some connection.
17811 For instance if you go into a cellar where it's dark. Mysterious thing
17812 too. Why did I smell it only now? Took its time in coming like herself,
17813 slow but sure. Suppose it's ever so many millions of tiny grains
17814 blown across. Yes, it is. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this
17815 morning, smell them leagues off. Tell you what it is. It's like a fine
17816 fine veil or web they have all over the skin, fine like what do you
17817 call it gossamer, and they're always spinning it out of them, fine as
17818 anything, like rainbow colours without knowing it. Clings to everything
17819 she takes off. Vamp of her stockings. Warm shoe. Stays. Drawers: little
17820 kick, taking them off. Byby till next time. Also the cat likes to sniff
17821 in her shift on the bed. Know her smell in a thousand. Bathwater too.
17822 Reminds me of strawberries and cream. Wonder where it is really. There
17823 or the armpits or under the neck. Because you get it out of all holes
17824 and corners. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something.
17825 Muskrat. Bag under their tails. One grain pour off odour for years. Dogs
17826 at each other behind. Good evening. Evening. How do you sniff? Hm. Hm.
17827 Very well, thank you. Animals go by that. Yes now, look at it that way.
17828 We're the same. Some women, instance, warn you off when they have their
17829 period. Come near. Then get a hogo you could hang your hat on. Like
17830 what? Potted herrings gone stale or. Boof! Please keep off the grass.
17831
17832 Perhaps they get a man smell off us. What though? Cigary gloves long
17833 John had on his desk the other day. Breath? What you eat and drink gives
17834 that. No. Mansmell, I mean. Must be connected with that because priests
17835 that are supposed to be are different. Women buzz round it like flies
17836 round treacle. Railed off the altar get on to it at any cost. The tree
17837 of forbidden priest. O, father, will you? Let me be the first to. That
17838 diffuses itself all through the body, permeates. Source of life. And
17839 it's extremely curious the smell. Celery sauce. Let me.
17840
17841 Mr Bloom inserted his nose. Hm. Into the. Hm. Opening of his waistcoat.
17842 Almonds or. No. Lemons it is. Ah no, that's the soap.
17843
17844 O by the by that lotion. I knew there was something on my mind. Never
17845 went back and the soap not paid. Dislike carrying bottles like that hag
17846 this morning. Hynes might have paid me that three shillings. I could
17847 mention Meagher's just to remind him. Still if he works that paragraph.
17848 Two and nine. Bad opinion of me he'll have. Call tomorrow. How much do
17849 I owe you? Three and nine? Two and nine, sir. Ah. Might stop him giving
17850 credit another time. Lose your customers that way. Pubs do. Fellows run
17851 up a bill on the slate and then slinking around the back streets into
17852 somewhere else.
17853
17854 Here's this nobleman passed before. Blown in from the bay. Just went as
17855 far as turn back. Always at home at dinnertime. Looks mangled out: had a
17856 good tuck in. Enjoying nature now. Grace after meals. After supper walk
17857 a mile. Sure he has a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. Walk
17858 after him now make him awkward like those newsboys me today. Still you
17859 learn something. See ourselves as others see us. So long as women don't
17860 mock what matter? That's the way to find out. Ask yourself who is he
17861 now. _The Mystery Man on the Beach_, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold
17862 Bloom. Payment at the rate of one guinea per column. And that fellow
17863 today at the graveside in the brown macintosh. Corns on his kismet
17864 however. Healthy perhaps absorb all the. Whistle brings rain they say.
17865 Must be some somewhere. Salt in the Ormond damp. The body feels the
17866 atmosphere. Old Betty's joints are on the rack. Mother Shipton's
17867 prophecy that is about ships around they fly in the twinkling. No. Signs
17868 of rain it is. The royal reader. And distant hills seem coming nigh.
17869
17870 Howth. Bailey light. Two, four, six, eight, nine. See. Has to change or
17871 they might think it a house. Wreckers. Grace Darling. People afraid of
17872 the dark. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Jewels diamonds
17873 flash better. Women. Light is a kind of reassuring. Not going to hurt
17874 you. Better now of course than long ago. Country roads. Run you through
17875 the small guts for nothing. Still two types there are you bob against.
17876 Scowl or smile. Pardon! Not at all. Best time to spray plants too in
17877 the shade after the sun. Some light still. Red rays are longest. Roygbiv
17878 Vance taught us: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. A
17879 star I see. Venus? Can't tell yet. Two. When three it's night. Were
17880 those nightclouds there all the time? Looks like a phantom ship. No.
17881 Wait. Trees are they? An optical illusion. Mirage. Land of the setting
17882 sun this. Homerule sun setting in the southeast. My native land,
17883 goodnight.
17884
17885 Dew falling. Bad for you, dear, to sit on that stone. Brings on white
17886 fluxions. Never have little baby then less he was big strong fight his
17887 way up through. Might get piles myself. Sticks too like a summer cold,
17888 sore on the mouth. Cut with grass or paper worst. Friction of the
17889 position. Like to be that rock she sat on. O sweet little, you don't
17890 know how nice you looked. I begin to like them at that age. Green
17891 apples. Grab at all that offer. Suppose it's the only time we cross
17892 legs, seated. Also the library today: those girl graduates. Happy chairs
17893 under them. But it's the evening influence. They feel all that. Open
17894 like flowers, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in
17895 ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the lamps. Nightstock in Mat
17896 Dillon's garden where I kissed her shoulder. Wish I had a full length
17897 oilpainting of her then. June that was too I wooed. The year returns.
17898 History repeats itself. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again.
17899 Life, love, voyage round your own little world. And now? Sad about her
17900 lame of course but must be on your guard not to feel too much pity. They
17901 take advantage.
17902
17903 All quiet on Howth now. The distant hills seem. Where we. The
17904 rhododendrons. I am a fool perhaps. He gets the plums, and I the
17905 plumstones. Where I come in. All that old hill has seen. Names change:
17906 that's all. Lovers: yum yum.
17907
17908 Tired I feel now. Will I get up? O wait. Drained all the manhood out of
17909 me, little wretch. She kissed me. Never again. My youth. Only once it
17910 comes. Or hers. Take the train there tomorrow. No. Returning not the
17911 same. Like kids your second visit to a house. The new I want. Nothing
17912 new under the sun. Care of P. O. Dolphin's Barn. Are you not happy in
17913 your? Naughty darling. At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house.
17914 Mat Dillon and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy,
17915 Hetty. Molly too. Eightyseven that was. Year before we. And the old
17916 major, partial to his drop of spirits. Curious she an only child, I an
17917 only child. So it returns. Think you're escaping and run into yourself.
17918 Longest way round is the shortest way home. And just when he and she.
17919 Circus horse walking in a ring. Rip van Winkle we played. Rip: tear in
17920 Henny Doyle's overcoat. Van: breadvan delivering. Winkle: cockles and
17921 periwinkles. Then I did Rip van Winkle coming back. She leaned on the
17922 sideboard watching. Moorish eyes. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow.
17923 All changed. Forgotten. The young are old. His gun rusty from the dew.
17924
17925 Ba. What is that flying about? Swallow? Bat probably. Thinks I'm a tree,
17926 so blind. Have birds no smell? Metempsychosis. They believed you could
17927 be changed into a tree from grief. Weeping willow. Ba. There he goes.
17928 Funny little beggar. Wonder where he lives. Belfry up there. Very
17929 likely. Hanging by his heels in the odour of sanctity. Bell scared him
17930 out, I suppose. Mass seems to be over. Could hear them all at it. Pray
17931 for us. And pray for us. And pray for us. Good idea the repetition. Same
17932 thing with ads. Buy from us. And buy from us. Yes, there's the light in
17933 the priest's house. Their frugal meal. Remember about the mistake in the
17934 valuation when I was in Thom's. Twentyeight it is. Two houses they have.
17935 Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. Ba. Again. Wonder why they come out
17936 at night like mice. They're a mixed breed. Birds are like hopping mice.
17937 What frightens them, light or noise? Better sit still. All instinct
17938 like the bird in drouth got water out of the end of a jar by throwing
17939 in pebbles. Like a little man in a cloak he is with tiny hands. Weeny
17940 bones. Almost see them shimmering, kind of a bluey white. Colours depend
17941 on the light you see. Stare the sun for example like the eagle then look
17942 at a shoe see a blotch blob yellowish. Wants to stamp his trademark on
17943 everything. Instance, that cat this morning on the staircase. Colour of
17944 brown turf. Say you never see them with three colours. Not true. That
17945 half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the _City Arms_ with the letter em on
17946 her forehead. Body fifty different colours. Howth a while ago amethyst.
17947 Glass flashing. That's how that wise man what's his name with the
17948 burning glass. Then the heather goes on fire. It can't be tourists'
17949 matches. What? Perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the wind and
17950 light. Or broken bottles in the furze act as a burning glass in the sun.
17951 Archimedes. I have it! My memory's not so bad.
17952
17953 Ba. Who knows what they're always flying for. Insects? That bee last
17954 week got into the room playing with his shadow on the ceiling. Might
17955 be the one bit me, come back to see. Birds too. Never find out. Or what
17956 they say. Like our small talk. And says she and says he. Nerve they have
17957 to fly over the ocean and back. Lots must be killed in storms, telegraph
17958 wires. Dreadful life sailors have too. Big brutes of oceangoing steamers
17959 floundering along in the dark, lowing out like seacows. _Faugh a
17960 Ballagh!_ Out of that, bloody curse to you! Others in vessels, bit of
17961 a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a wake when the stormy
17962 winds do blow. Married too. Sometimes away for years at the ends of the
17963 earth somewhere. No ends really because it's round. Wife in every port
17964 they say. She has a good job if she minds it till Johnny comes marching
17965 home again. If ever he does. Smelling the tail end of ports. How can
17966 they like the sea? Yet they do. The anchor's weighed. Off he sails with
17967 a scapular or a medal on him for luck. Well. And the tephilim no what's
17968 this they call it poor papa's father had on his door to touch. That
17969 brought us out of the land of Egypt and into the house of bondage.
17970 Something in all those superstitions because when you go out never know
17971 what dangers. Hanging on to a plank or astride of a beam for grim life,
17972 lifebelt round him, gulping salt water, and that's the last of his nibs
17973 till the sharks catch hold of him. Do fish ever get seasick?
17974
17975 Then you have a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, placid,
17976 crew and cargo in smithereens, Davy Jones' locker, moon looking down so
17977 peaceful. Not my fault, old cockalorum.
17978
17979 A last lonely candle wandered up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of
17980 funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and shed a cluster
17981 of violet but one white stars. They floated, fell: they faded. The
17982 shepherd's hour: the hour of folding: hour of tryst. From house to
17983 house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the nine o'clock
17984 postman, the glowworm's lamp at his belt gleaming here and there through
17985 the laurel hedges. And among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock
17986 lit the lamp at Leahy's terrace. By screens of lighted windows, by equal
17987 gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: _Evening Telegraph, stop
17988 press edition! Result of the Gold Cup race!_ and from the door of
17989 Dignam's house a boy ran out and called. Twittering the bat flew here,
17990 flew there. Far out over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. Howth
17991 settled for slumber, tired of long days, of yumyum rhododendrons (he was
17992 old) and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns.
17993 He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing,
17994 slumberous but awake. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship
17995 twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom.
17996
17997 Life those chaps out there must have, stuck in the same spot. Irish
17998 Lights board. Penance for their sins. Coastguards too. Rocket and
17999 breeches buoy and lifeboat. Day we went out for the pleasure cruise in
18000 the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old papers. Bears in the zoo.
18001 Filthy trip. Drunkards out to shake up their livers. Puking overboard
18002 to feed the herrings. Nausea. And the women, fear of God in their faces.
18003 Milly, no sign of funk. Her blue scarf loose, laughing. Don't know what
18004 death is at that age. And then their stomachs clean. But being lost they
18005 fear. When we hid behind the tree at Crumlin. I didn't want to. Mamma!
18006 Mamma! Babes in the wood. Frightening them with masks too. Throwing them
18007 up in the air to catch them. I'll murder you. Is it only half fun? Or
18008 children playing battle. Whole earnest. How can people aim guns at each
18009 other. Sometimes they go off. Poor kids! Only troubles wildfire and
18010 nettlerash. Calomel purge I got her for that. After getting better
18011 asleep with Molly. Very same teeth she has. What do they love? Another
18012 themselves? But the morning she chased her with the umbrella. Perhaps so
18013 as not to hurt. I felt her pulse. Ticking. Little hand it was: now big.
18014 Dearest Papli. All that the hand says when you touch. Loved to count
18015 my waistcoat buttons. Her first stays I remember. Made me laugh to see.
18016 Little paps to begin with. Left one is more sensitive, I think. Mine
18017 too. Nearer the heart? Padding themselves out if fat is in fashion. Her
18018 growing pains at night, calling, wakening me. Frightened she was when
18019 her nature came on her first. Poor child! Strange moment for the mother
18020 too. Brings back her girlhood. Gibraltar. Looking from Buena Vista.
18021 O'Hara's tower. The seabirds screaming. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all
18022 his family. Sundown, gunfire for the men to cross the lines. Looking
18023 out over the sea she told me. Evening like this, but clear, no clouds.
18024 I always thought I'd marry a lord or a rich gentleman coming with a
18025 private yacht. _Buenas noches, señorita. El hombre ama la muchacha
18026 hermosa_. Why me? Because you were so foreign from the others.
18027
18028 Better not stick here all night like a limpet. This weather makes you
18029 dull. Must be getting on for nine by the light. Go home. Too late for
18030 _Leah, Lily of Killarney._ No. Might be still up. Call to the hospital
18031 to see. Hope she's over. Long day I've had. Martha, the bath, funeral,
18032 house of Keyes, museum with those goddesses, Dedalus' song. Then that
18033 bawler in Barney Kiernan's. Got my own back there. Drunken ranters what
18034 I said about his God made him wince. Mistake to hit back. Or? No.
18035 Ought to go home and laugh at themselves. Always want to be swilling in
18036 company. Afraid to be alone like a child of two. Suppose he hit me. Look
18037 at it other way round. Not so bad then. Perhaps not to hurt he meant.
18038 Three cheers for Israel. Three cheers for the sister-in-law he hawked
18039 about, three fangs in her mouth. Same style of beauty. Particularly nice
18040 old party for a cup of tea. The sister of the wife of the wild man of
18041 Borneo has just come to town. Imagine that in the early morning at close
18042 range. Everyone to his taste as Morris said when he kissed the cow. But
18043 Dignam's put the boots on it. Houses of mourning so depressing because
18044 you never know. Anyhow she wants the money. Must call to those Scottish
18045 Widows as I promised. Strange name. Takes it for granted we're going to
18046 pop off first. That widow on Monday was it outside Cramer's that
18047 looked at me. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on
18048 the premium. Her widow's mite. Well? What do you expect her to do? Must
18049 wheedle her way along. Widower I hate to see. Looks so forlorn. Poor man
18050 O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. The sewage.
18051 Hopeless. Some good matronly woman in a porkpie hat to mother him. Take
18052 him in tow, platter face and a large apron. Ladies' grey flannelette
18053 bloomers, three shillings a pair, astonishing bargain. Plain and loved,
18054 loved for ever, they say. Ugly: no woman thinks she is. Love, lie and be
18055 handsome for tomorrow we die. See him sometimes walking about trying to
18056 find out who played the trick. U. p: up. Fate that is. He, not me. Also
18057 a shop often noticed. Curse seems to dog it. Dreamt last night? Wait.
18058 Something confused. She had red slippers on. Turkish. Wore the breeches.
18059 Suppose she does? Would I like her in pyjamas? Damned hard to answer.
18060 Nannetti's gone. Mailboat. Near Holyhead by now. Must nail that ad
18061 of Keyes's. Work Hynes and Crawford. Petticoats for Molly. She has
18062 something to put in them. What's that? Might be money.
18063
18064 Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the strand. He
18065 brought it near his eyes and peered. Letter? No. Can't read. Better go.
18066 Better. I'm tired to move. Page of an old copybook. All those holes and
18067 pebbles. Who could count them? Never know what you find. Bottle with
18068 story of a treasure in it, thrown from a wreck. Parcels post. Children
18069 always want to throw things in the sea. Trust? Bread cast on the waters.
18070 What's this? Bit of stick.
18071
18072 O! Exhausted that female has me. Not so young now. Will she come here
18073 tomorrow? Wait for her somewhere for ever. Must come back. Murderers do.
18074 Will I?
18075
18076 Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot. Write a
18077 message for her. Might remain. What?
18078
18079 I.
18080
18081 Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning. Useless. Washed away. Tide
18082 comes here. Saw a pool near her foot. Bend, see my face there, dark
18083 mirror, breathe on it, stirs. All these rocks with lines and scars and
18084 letters. O, those transparent! Besides they don't know. What is the
18085 meaning of that other world. I called you naughty boy because I do not
18086 like.
18087
18088 AM. A.
18089
18090 No room. Let it go.
18091
18092 Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand.
18093 Nothing grows in it. All fades. No fear of big vessels coming up here.
18094 Except Guinness's barges. Round the Kish in eighty days. Done half by
18095 design.
18096
18097 He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. Now
18098 if you were trying to do that for a week on end you couldn't. Chance.
18099 We'll never meet again. But it was lovely. Goodbye, dear. Thanks. Made
18100 me feel so young.
18101
18102 Short snooze now if I had. Must be near nine. Liverpool boat long gone..
18103 Not even the smoke. And she can do the other. Did too. And Belfast. I
18104 won't go. Race there, race back to Ennis. Let him. Just close my eyes
18105 a moment. Won't sleep, though. Half dream. It never comes the same. Bat
18106 again. No harm in him. Just a few.
18107
18108 O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do
18109 love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the bed met
18110 him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave
18111 under embon _señorita_ young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle
18112 red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end
18113 Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next year in drawers return next in
18114 her next her next.
18115
18116 A bat flew. Here. There. Here. Far in the grey a bell chimed. Mr Bloom
18117 with open mouth, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Just
18118 for a few
18119
18120 _Cuckoo
18121 Cuckoo
18122 Cuckoo._
18123
18124 The clock on the mantelpiece in the priest's house cooed where Canon
18125 O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S. J. were
18126 taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup
18127 and talking about
18128
18129 _Cuckoo
18130 Cuckoo
18131 Cuckoo._
18132
18133 Because it was a little canarybird that came out of its little house
18134 to tell the time that Gerty MacDowell noticed the time she was there
18135 because she was as quick as anything about a thing like that, was Gerty
18136 MacDowell, and she noticed at once that that foreign gentleman that was
18137 sitting on the rocks looking was
18138
18139 _Cuckoo
18140 Cuckoo
18141 Cuckoo._
18142
18143
18144 Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus.
18145
18146 Send us bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send
18147 us bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send us
18148 bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit.
18149
18150 Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!
18151
18152 Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive
18153 concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by
18154 mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that
18155 which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in
18156 them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain
18157 when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances being
18158 equal by no exterior splendour is the prosperity of a nation more
18159 efficaciously asserted than by the measure of how far forward may
18160 have progressed the tribute of its solicitude for that proliferent
18161 continuance which of evils the original if it be absent when fortunately
18162 present constitutes the certain sign of omnipotent nature's incorrupted
18163 benefaction. For who is there who anything of some significance has
18164 apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the
18165 surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the contrary anyone
18166 so is there unilluminated as not to perceive that as no nature's boon
18167 can contend against the bounty of increase so it behoves every most just
18168 citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his semblables and
18169 to tremble lest what had in the past been by the nation excellently
18170 commenced might be in the future not with similar excellence
18171 accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have gradually traduced
18172 the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that thither of
18173 profundity that that one was audacious excessively who would have the
18174 hardihood to rise affirming that no more odious offence can for anyone
18175 be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously
18176 command and promise which on all mortals with prophecy of abundance
18177 or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating
18178 function ever irrevocably enjoined?
18179
18180 It is not why therefore we shall wonder if, as the best historians
18181 relate, among the Celts, who nothing that was not in its nature
18182 admirable admired, the art of medicine shall have been highly honoured.
18183 Not to speak of hostels, leperyards, sweating chambers, plaguegraves,
18184 their greatest doctors, the O'Shiels, the O'Hickeys, the O'Lees,
18185 have sedulously set down the divers methods by which the sick and the
18186 relapsed found again health whether the malady had been the trembling
18187 withering or loose boyconnell flux. Certainly in every public work which
18188 in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be with importance
18189 commensurate and therefore a plan was by them adopted (whether by having
18190 preconsidered or as the maturation of experience it is difficult in
18191 being said which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not
18192 up to the present congrued to render manifest) whereby maternity was so
18193 far from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient
18194 in that all hardest of woman hour chiefly required and not solely
18195 for the copiously opulent but also for her who not being sufficiently
18196 moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and
18197 for an inconsiderable emolument was provided.
18198
18199 To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to be
18200 molestful for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent
18201 mothers prosperity at all not to can be and as they had received
18202 eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when the
18203 case was so hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying
18204 desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her to be
18205 received into that domicile. O thing of prudent nation not merely in
18206 being seen but also even in being related worthy of being praised that
18207 they her by anticipation went seeing mother, that she by them suddenly
18208 to be about to be cherished had been begun she felt!
18209
18210 Before born bliss babe had. Within womb won he worship. Whatever in that
18211 one case done commodiously done was. A couch by midwives attended with
18212 wholesome food reposeful, cleanest swaddles as though forthbringing were
18213 now done and by wise foresight set: but to this no less of what drugs
18214 there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her
18215 case not omitting aspect of all very distracting spectacles in various
18216 latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine
18217 and human, the cogitation of which by sejunct females is to tumescence
18218 conducive or eases issue in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of
18219 mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is come by her
18220 thereto to lie in, her term up.
18221
18222 Some man that wayfaring was stood by housedoor at night's oncoming. Of
18223 Israel's folk was that man that on earth wandering far had fared. Stark
18224 ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house.
18225
18226 Of that house A. Horne is lord. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming
18227 mothers are wont that they lie for to thole and bring forth bairns hale
18228 so God's angel to Mary quoth. Watchers tway there walk, white sisters
18229 in ward sleepless. Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in twelve moons
18230 thrice an hundred. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for Horne holding
18231 wariest ward.
18232
18233 In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft rising
18234 with swire ywimpled to him her gate wide undid. Lo, levin leaping
18235 lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin. Full she drad that
18236 God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his evil sins.
18237 Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would rathe
18238 infare under her thatch. That man her will wotting worthful went in
18239 Horne's house.
18240
18241 Loth to irk in Horne's hall hat holding the seeker stood. On her stow he
18242 ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land
18243 and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Once her in townhithe
18244 meeting he to her bow had not doffed. Her to forgive now he craved with
18245 good ground of her allowed that that of him swiftseen face, hers, so
18246 young then had looked. Light swift her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes
18247 his word winning.
18248
18249 As her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. Glad
18250 after she was that ere adread was. Her he asked if O'Hare Doctor tidings
18251 sent from far coast and she with grameful sigh him answered that O'Hare
18252 Doctor in heaven was. Sad was the man that word to hear that him so
18253 heavied in bowels ruthful. All she there told him, ruing death for
18254 friend so young, algate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay.
18255 She said that he had a fair sweet death through God His goodness with
18256 masspriest to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his limbs.
18257 The man then right earnest asked the nun of which death the dead man was
18258 died and the nun answered him and said that he was died in Mona Island
18259 through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she prayed to God
18260 the Allruthful to have his dear soul in his undeathliness. He heard her
18261 sad words, in held hat sad staring. So stood they there both awhile in
18262 wanhope sorrowing one with other.
18263
18264 Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the
18265 dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came
18266 naked forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the
18267 last for to go as he came.
18268
18269 The man that was come in to the house then spoke to the nursingwoman and
18270 he asked her how it fared with the woman that lay there in childbed.
18271 The nursingwoman answered him and said that that woman was in throes
18272 now full three days and that it would be a hard birth unneth to bear
18273 but that now in a little it would be. She said thereto that she had
18274 seen many births of women but never was none so hard as was that woman's
18275 birth. Then she set it all forth to him for because she knew the man
18276 that time was had lived nigh that house. The man hearkened to her words
18277 for he felt with wonder women's woe in the travail that they have of
18278 motherhood and he wondered to look on her face that was a fair face for
18279 any man to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid. Nine
18280 twelve bloodflows chiding her childless.
18281
18282 And whiles they spake the door of the castle was opened and there nighed
18283 them a mickle noise as of many that sat there at meat. And there came
18284 against the place as they stood a young learningknight yclept Dixon. And
18285 the traveller Leopold was couth to him sithen it had happed that they
18286 had had ado each with other in the house of misericord where this
18287 learningknight lay by cause the traveller Leopold came there to be
18288 healed for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a
18289 horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for which he did do make
18290 a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as he might suffice. And he
18291 said now that he should go in to that castle for to make merry with
18292 them that were there. And the traveller Leopold said that he should go
18293 otherwhither for he was a man of cautels and a subtile. Also the lady
18294 was of his avis and repreved the learningknight though she trowed well
18295 that the traveller had said thing that was false for his subtility. But
18296 the learningknight would not hear say nay nor do her mandement ne have
18297 him in aught contrarious to his list and he said how it was a marvellous
18298 castle. And the traveller Leopold went into the castle for to rest him
18299 for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers
18300 lands and sometime venery.
18301
18302 And in the castle was set a board that was of the birchwood of Finlandy
18303 and it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that country but they durst not
18304 move more for enchantment. And on this board were frightful swords and
18305 knives that are made in a great cavern by swinking demons out of white
18306 flames that they fix then in the horns of buffalos and stags that there
18307 abound marvellously. And there were vessels that are wrought by magic of
18308 Mahound out of seasand and the air by a warlock with his breath that he
18309 blases in to them like to bubbles. And full fair cheer and rich was on
18310 the board that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. And there was
18311 a vat of silver that was moved by craft to open in the which lay strange
18312 fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible
18313 thing without they see it natheless they are so. And these fishes lie
18314 in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of the fatness
18315 that therein is like to the juices of the olivepress. And also it was
18316 a marvel to see in that castle how by magic they make a compost out of
18317 fecund wheatkidneys out of Chaldee that by aid of certain angry spirits
18318 that they do in to it swells up wondrously like to a vast mountain. And
18319 they teach the serpents there to entwine themselves up on long sticks
18320 out of the ground and of the scales of these serpents they brew out a
18321 brewage like to mead.
18322
18323 And the learning knight let pour for childe Leopold a draught and halp
18324 thereto the while all they that were there drank every each. And childe
18325 Leopold did up his beaver for to pleasure him and took apertly somewhat
18326 in amity for he never drank no manner of mead which he then put by and
18327 anon full privily he voided the more part in his neighbour glass and
18328 his neighbour nist not of this wile. And he sat down in that castle with
18329 them for to rest him there awhile. Thanked be Almighty God.
18330
18331 This meanwhile this good sister stood by the door and begged them at the
18332 reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for
18333 there was above one quick with child, a gentle dame, whose time hied
18334 fast. Sir Leopold heard on the upfloor cry on high and he wondered what
18335 cry that it was whether of child or woman and I marvel, said he, that it
18336 be not come or now. Meseems it dureth overlong. And he was ware and saw
18337 a franklin that hight Lenehan on that side the table that was older than
18338 any of the tother and for that they both were knights virtuous in the
18339 one emprise and eke by cause that he was elder he spoke to him full
18340 gently. But, said he, or it be long too she will bring forth by God His
18341 bounty and have joy of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long.
18342 And the franklin that had drunken said, Expecting each moment to be her
18343 next. Also he took the cup that stood tofore him for him needed never
18344 none asking nor desiring of him to drink and, Now drink, said he, fully
18345 delectably, and he quaffed as far as he might to their both's health for
18346 he was a passing good man of his lustiness. And sir Leopold that was the
18347 goodliest guest that ever sat in scholars' hall and that was the meekest
18348 man and the kindest that ever laid husbandly hand under hen and that was
18349 the very truest knight of the world one that ever did minion service
18350 to lady gentle pledged him courtly in the cup. Woman's woe with wonder
18351 pondering.
18352
18353 Now let us speak of that fellowship that was there to the intent to be
18354 drunken an they might. There was a sort of scholars along either side
18355 the board, that is to wit, Dixon yclept junior of saint Mary Merciable's
18356 with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, scholars of medicine, and the
18357 franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa, one Crotthers, and
18358 young Stephen that had mien of a frere that was at head of the board
18359 and Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long of a mastery of
18360 him erewhile gested (and of all them, reserved young Stephen, he was the
18361 most drunken that demanded still of more mead) and beside the meek sir
18362 Leopold. But on young Malachi they waited for that he promised to have
18363 come and such as intended to no goodness said how he had broke his avow.
18364 And sir Leopold sat with them for he bore fast friendship to sir Simon
18365 and to this his son young Stephen and for that his languor becalmed him
18366 there after longest wanderings insomuch as they feasted him for that
18367 time in the honourablest manner. Ruth red him, love led on with will to
18368 wander, loth to leave.
18369
18370 For they were right witty scholars. And he heard their aresouns each gen
18371 other as touching birth and righteousness, young Madden maintaining that
18372 put such case it were hard the wife to die (for so it had fallen out a
18373 matter of some year agone with a woman of Eblana in Horne's house that
18374 now was trespassed out of this world and the self night next before her
18375 death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her case). And
18376 they said farther she should live because in the beginning, they said,
18377 the woman should bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of
18378 this imagination affirmed how young Madden had said truth for he had
18379 conscience to let her die. And not few and of these was young Lynch
18380 were in doubt that the world was now right evil governed as it was never
18381 other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the law nor his
18382 judges did provide no remedy. A redress God grant. This was scant said
18383 but all cried with one acclaim nay, by our Virgin Mother, the wife
18384 should live and the babe to die. In colour whereof they waxed hot
18385 upon that head what with argument and what for their drinking but the
18386 franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that at the
18387 least way mirth might not lack. Then young Madden showed all the whole
18388 affair and said how that she was dead and how for holy religion sake by
18389 rede of palmer and bedesman and for a vow he had made to Saint Ultan of
18390 Arbraccan her goodman husband would not let her death whereby they were
18391 all wondrous grieved. To whom young Stephen had these words following:
18392 Murmur, sirs, is eke oft among lay folk. Both babe and parent now
18393 glorify their Maker, the one in limbo gloom, the other in purgefire.
18394 But, gramercy, what of those Godpossibled souls that we nightly
18395 impossibilise, which is the sin against the Holy Ghost, Very God, Lord
18396 and Giver of Life? For, sirs, he said, our lust is brief. We are means
18397 to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we.
18398 Then said Dixon junior to Punch Costello wist he what ends. But he had
18399 overmuch drunken and the best word he could have of him was that he
18400 would ever dishonest a woman whoso she were or wife or maid or leman if
18401 it so fortuned him to be delivered of his spleen of lustihead. Whereat
18402 Crotthers of Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that beast the
18403 unicorn how once in the millennium he cometh by his horn, the other all
18404 this while, pricked forward with their jibes wherewith they did malice
18405 him, witnessing all and several by saint Foutinus his engines that
18406 he was able to do any manner of thing that lay in man to do. Thereat
18407 laughed they all right jocundly only young Stephen and sir Leopold which
18408 never durst laugh too open by reason of a strange humour which he would
18409 not bewray and also for that he rued for her that bare whoso she might
18410 be or wheresoever. Then spake young Stephen orgulous of mother Church
18411 that would cast him out of her bosom, of law of canons, of Lilith,
18412 patron of abortions, of bigness wrought by wind of seeds of brightness
18413 or by potency of vampires mouth to mouth or, as Virgilius saith, by the
18414 influence of the occident or by the reek of moonflower or an she lie
18415 with a woman which her man has but lain with, _effectu secuto_, or
18416 peradventure in her bath according to the opinions of Averroes and Moses
18417 Maimonides. He said also how at the end of the second month a human soul
18418 was infused and how in all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for God's
18419 greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was but a dam to bear
18420 beastly should die by canon for so saith he that holdeth the fisherman's
18421 seal, even that blessed Peter on which rock was holy church for all ages
18422 founded. All they bachelors then asked of sir Leopold would he in like
18423 case so jeopard her person as risk life to save life. A wariness of
18424 mind he would answer as fitted all and, laying hand to jaw, he said
18425 dissembling, as his wont was, that as it was informed him, who had ever
18426 loved the art of physic as might a layman, and agreeing also with his
18427 experience of so seldomseen an accident it was good for that mother
18428 Church belike at one blow had birth and death pence and in such sort
18429 deliverly he scaped their questions. That is truth, pardy, said Dixon,
18430 and, or I err, a pregnant word. Which hearing young Stephen was a
18431 marvellous glad man and he averred that he who stealeth from the poor
18432 lendeth to the Lord for he was of a wild manner when he was drunken and
18433 that he was now in that taking it appeared eftsoons.
18434
18435 But sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause he still had
18436 pity of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their labour
18437 and as he was minded of his good lady Marion that had borne him an only
18438 manchild which on his eleventh day on live had died and no man of art
18439 could save so dark is destiny. And she was wondrous stricken of heart
18440 for that evil hap and for his burial did him on a fair corselet of
18441 lamb's wool, the flower of the flock, lest he might perish utterly and
18442 lie akeled (for it was then about the midst of the winter) and now Sir
18443 Leopold that had of his body no manchild for an heir looked upon him his
18444 friend's son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness and
18445 as sad as he was that him failed a son of such gentle courage (for all
18446 accounted him of real parts) so grieved he also in no less measure
18447 for young Stephen for that he lived riotously with those wastrels and
18448 murdered his goods with whores.
18449
18450 About that present time young Stephen filled all cups that stood empty
18451 so as there remained but little mo if the prudenter had not shadowed
18452 their approach from him that still plied it very busily who, praying for
18453 the intentions of the sovereign pontiff, he gave them for a pledge the
18454 vicar of Christ which also as he said is vicar of Bray. Now drink we,
18455 quod he, of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which is not indeed parcel
18456 of my body but my soul's bodiment. Leave ye fraction of bread to them
18457 that live by bread alone. Be not afeard neither for any want for this
18458 will comfort more than the other will dismay. See ye here. And he showed
18459 them glistering coins of the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of
18460 two pound nineteen shilling that he had, he said, for a song which he
18461 writ. They all admired to see the foresaid riches in such dearth of
18462 money as was herebefore. His words were then these as followeth: Know
18463 all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions. What means
18464 this? Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a
18465 bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time. Mark me now. In woman's
18466 womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh
18467 that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the
18468 postcreation. _Omnis caro ad te veniet_. No question but her name is
18469 puissant who aventried the dear corse of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd,
18470 our mighty mother and mother most venerable and Bernardus saith aptly
18471 that She hath an _omnipotentiam deiparae supplicem_, that is to wit, an
18472 almightiness of petition because she is the second Eve and she won
18473 us, saith Augustine too, whereas that other, our grandam, which we are
18474 linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all,
18475 seed, breed and generation, for a penny pippin. But here is the matter
18476 now. Or she knew him, that second I say, and was but creature of her
18477 creature, _vergine madre, figlia di tuo figlio_, or she knew him not and
18478 then stands she in the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who
18479 lives in the house that Jack built and with Joseph the joiner patron of
18480 the happy demise of all unhappy marriages, _parceque M. Léo Taxil nous
18481 a dit que qui l'avait mise dans cette fichue position c'était le
18482 sacre pigeon, ventre de Dieu! Entweder_ transubstantiality ODER
18483 consubstantiality but in no case subsubstantiality. And all cried out
18484 upon it for a very scurvy word. A pregnancy without joy, he said, a
18485 birth without pangs, a body without blemish, a belly without bigness.
18486 Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. With will will we
18487 withstand, withsay.
18488
18489 Hereupon Punch Costello dinged with his fist upon the board and would
18490 sing a bawdy catch _Staboo Stabella_ about a wench that was put in pod
18491 of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he did straightways now attack:
18492 _The first three months she was not well, Staboo,_ when here nurse
18493 Quigley from the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor
18494 was it not meet as she remembered them being her mind was to have all
18495 orderly against lord Andrew came for because she was jealous that
18496 no gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her guard. It was an
18497 ancient and a sad matron of a sedate look and christian walking,
18498 in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor did her
18499 hortative want of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello was of them
18500 all embraided and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and
18501 shaked him with menace of blandishments others whiles they all chode
18502 with him, a murrain seize the dolt, what a devil he would be at, thou
18503 chuff, thou puny, thou got in peasestraw, thou losel, thou chitterling,
18504 thou spawn of a rebel, thou dykedropt, thou abortion thou, to shut up
18505 his drunken drool out of that like a curse of God ape, the good sir
18506 Leopold that had for his cognisance the flower of quiet, margerain
18507 gentle, advising also the time's occasion as most sacred and most worthy
18508 to be most sacred. In Horne's house rest should reign.
18509
18510 To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary in
18511 Eccles, goodly grinning, asked young Stephen what was the reason why he
18512 had not cided to take friar's vows and he answered him obedience in the
18513 womb, chastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days. Master
18514 Lenehan at this made return that he had heard of those nefarious deeds
18515 and how, as he heard hereof counted, he had besmirched the lily virtue
18516 of a confiding female which was corruption of minors and they all
18517 intershowed it too, waxing merry and toasting to his fathership. But he
18518 said very entirely it was clean contrary to their suppose for he was
18519 the eternal son and ever virgin. Thereat mirth grew in them the more and
18520 they rehearsed to him his curious rite of wedlock for the disrobing and
18521 deflowering of spouses, as the priests use in Madagascar island, she
18522 to be in guise of white and saffron, her groom in white and grain, with
18523 burning of nard and tapers, on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and
18524 the anthem _Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium_ till she was
18525 there unmaided. He gave them then a much admirable hymen minim by those
18526 delicate poets Master John Fletcher and Master Francis Beaumont that is
18527 in their _Maid's Tragedy_ that was writ for a like twining of lovers:
18528 _To bed, to bed_ was the burden of it to be played with accompanable
18529 concent upon the virginals. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most
18530 mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous
18531 flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium
18532 of connubial communion. Well met they were, said Master Dixon, joyed,
18533 but, harkee, young sir, better were they named Beau Mount and Lecher
18534 for, by my troth, of such a mingling much might come. Young Stephen said
18535 indeed to his best remembrance they had but the one doxy between them
18536 and she of the stews to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran
18537 very high in those days and the custom of the country approved with it.
18538 Greater love than this, he said, no man hath that a man lay down his
18539 wife for his friend. Go thou and do likewise. Thus, or words to that
18540 effect, saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters
18541 to the university of Oxtail nor breathed there ever that man to whom
18542 mankind was more beholden. Bring a stranger within thy tower it will
18543 go hard but thou wilt have the secondbest bed. _Orate, fratres, pro
18544 memetipso_. And all the people shall say, Amen. Remember, Erin, thy
18545 generations and thy days of old, how thou settedst little by me and by
18546 my word and broughtedst in a stranger to my gates to commit fornication
18547 in my sight and to wax fat and kick like Jeshurum. Therefore hast thou
18548 sinned against my light and hast made me, thy lord, to be the slave of
18549 servants. Return, return, Clan Milly: forget me not, O Milesian. Why
18550 hast thou done this abomination before me that thou didst spurn me for
18551 a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the Roman and to the Indian of
18552 dark speech with whom thy daughters did lie luxuriously? Look forth now,
18553 my people, upon the land of behest, even from Horeb and from Nebo and
18554 from Pisgah and from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk
18555 and money. But thou hast suckled me with a bitter milk: my moon and my
18556 sun thou hast quenched for ever. And thou hast left me alone for ever
18557 in the dark ways of my bitterness: and with a kiss of ashes hast thou
18558 kissed my mouth. This tenebrosity of the interior, he proceeded to say,
18559 hath not been illumined by the wit of the septuagint nor so much as
18560 mentioned for the Orient from on high Which brake hell's gates visited a
18561 darkness that was foraneous. Assuefaction minorates atrocities (as Tully
18562 saith of his darling Stoics) and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no
18563 blister of combustion. The adiaphane in the noon of life is an Egypt's
18564 plague which in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their
18565 most proper _ubi_ and _quomodo_. And as the ends and ultimates of
18566 all things accord in some mean and measure with their inceptions and
18567 originals, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth
18568 from birth accomplishing by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing
18569 and ablation towards the final which is agreeable unto nature so is it
18570 with our subsolar being. The aged sisters draw us into life: we wail,
18571 batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: over us dead they
18572 bend. First, saved from waters of old Nile, among bulrushes, a bed
18573 of fasciated wattles: at last the cavity of a mountain, an occulted
18574 sepulchre amid the conclamation of the hillcat and the ossifrage. And as
18575 no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall
18576 thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way
18577 is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness
18578 the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness.
18579
18580 Thereto Punch Costello roared out mainly _Etienne chanson_ but he loudly
18581 bid them, lo, wisdom hath built herself a house, this vast majestic
18582 longstablished vault, the crystal palace of the Creator, all in applepie
18583 order, a penny for him who finds the pea.
18584
18585 _Behold the mansion reared by dedal Jack
18586 See the malt stored in many a refluent sack,
18587 In the proud cirque of Jackjohn's bivouac._
18588
18589 A black crack of noise in the street here, alack, bawled back. Loud on
18590 left Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler. Came now the storm
18591 that hist his heart. And Master Lynch bade him have a care to flout and
18592 witwanton as the god self was angered for his hellprate and paganry. And
18593 he that had erst challenged to be so doughty waxed wan as they might all
18594 mark and shrank together and his pitch that was before so haught uplift
18595 was now of a sudden quite plucked down and his heart shook within the
18596 cage of his breast as he tasted the rumour of that storm. Then did some
18597 mock and some jeer and Punch Costello fell hard again to his yale which
18598 Master Lenehan vowed he would do after and he was indeed but a word and
18599 a blow on any the least colour. But the braggart boaster cried that an
18600 old Nobodaddy was in his cups it was muchwhat indifferent and he would
18601 not lag behind his lead. But this was only to dye his desperation as
18602 cowed he crouched in Horne's hall. He drank indeed at one draught to
18603 pluck up a heart of any grace for it thundered long rumblingly over all
18604 the heavens so that Master Madden, being godly certain whiles, knocked
18605 him on his ribs upon that crack of doom and Master Bloom, at the
18606 braggart's side, spoke to him calming words to slumber his great fear,
18607 advertising how it was no other thing but a hubbub noise that he heard,
18608 the discharge of fluid from the thunderhead, look you, having taken
18609 place, and all of the order of a natural phenomenon.
18610
18611 But was young Boasthard's fear vanquished by Calmer's words? No, for he
18612 had in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not by words be
18613 done away. And was he then neither calm like the one nor godly like the
18614 other? He was neither as much as he would have liked to be either. But
18615 could he not have endeavoured to have found again as in his youth the
18616 bottle Holiness that then he lived withal? Indeed no for Grace was not
18617 there to find that bottle. Heard he then in that clap the voice of the
18618 god Bringforth or, what Calmer said, a hubbub of Phenomenon? Heard?
18619 Why, he could not but hear unless he had plugged him up the tube
18620 Understanding (which he had not done). For through that tube he saw that
18621 he was in the land of Phenomenon where he must for a certain one day die
18622 as he was like the rest too a passing show. And would he not accept to
18623 die like the rest and pass away? By no means would he though he must nor
18624 would he make more shows according as men do with wives which Phenomenon
18625 has commanded them to do by the book Law. Then wotted he nought of that
18626 other land which is called Believe-on-Me, that is the land of promise
18627 which behoves to the king Delightful and shall be for ever where there
18628 is no death and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall
18629 come as many as believe on it? Yes, Pious had told him of that land and
18630 Chaste had pointed him to the way but the reason was that in the way he
18631 fell in with a certain whore of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, she
18632 said, is Bird-in-the-Hand and she beguiled him wrongways from the true
18633 path by her flatteries that she said to him as, Ho, you pretty man, turn
18634 aside hither and I will show you a brave place, and she lay at him so
18635 flatteringly that she had him in her grot which is named Two-in-the-Bush
18636 or, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence.
18637
18638 This was it what all that company that sat there at commons in Manse
18639 of Mothers the most lusted after and if they met with this whore
18640 Bird-in-the-Hand (which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a
18641 wicked devil) they would strain the last but they would make at her and
18642 know her. For regarding Believe-on-Me they said it was nought else
18643 but notion and they could conceive no thought of it for, first,
18644 Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was the very goodliest grot and
18645 in it were four pillows on which were four tickets with these words
18646 printed on them, Pickaback and Topsyturvy and Shameface and Cheek by
18647 Jowl and, second, for that foul plague Allpox and the monsters they
18648 cared not for them for Preservative had given them a stout shield of
18649 oxengut and, third, that they might take no hurt neither from Offspring
18650 that was that wicked devil by virtue of this same shield which was
18651 named Killchild. So were they all in their blind fancy, Mr Cavil and Mr
18652 Sometimes Godly, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr False Franklin, Mr Dainty Dixon,
18653 Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. Wherein, O wretched company,
18654 were ye all deceived for that was the voice of the god that was in a
18655 very grievous rage that he would presently lift his arm up and
18656 spill their souls for their abuses and their spillings done by them
18657 contrariwise to his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth.
18658
18659 So Thursday sixteenth June Patk. Dignam laid in clay of an apoplexy and
18660 after hard drought, please God, rained, a bargeman coming in by water a
18661 fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields
18662 athirst, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the quags and tofts too.
18663 Hard to breathe and all the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle
18664 this long while back as no man remembered to be without. The rosy buds
18665 all gone brown and spread out blobs and on the hills nought but dry flag
18666 and faggots that would catch at first fire. All the world saying, for
18667 aught they knew, the big wind of last February a year that did havoc the
18668 land so pitifully a small thing beside this barrenness. But by and
18669 by, as said, this evening after sundown, the wind sitting in the
18670 west, biggish swollen clouds to be seen as the night increased and the
18671 weatherwise poring up at them and some sheet lightnings at first and
18672 after, past ten of the clock, one great stroke with a long thunder and
18673 in a brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the smoking
18674 shower, the men making shelter for their straws with a clout or
18675 kerchief, womenfolk skipping off with kirtles catched up soon as the
18676 pour came. In Ely place, Baggot street, Duke's lawn, thence through
18677 Merrion green up to Holles street a swash of water flowing that was
18678 before bonedry and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but
18679 no more crack after that first. Over against the Rt. Hon. Mr Justice
18680 Fitzgibbon's door (that is to sit with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the
18681 college lands) Mal. Mulligan a gentleman's gentleman that had but come
18682 from Mr Moore's the writer's (that was a papish but is now, folk say,
18683 a good Williamite) chanced against Alec. Bannon in a cut bob (which are
18684 now in with dance cloaks of Kendal green) that was new got to town from
18685 Mullingar with the stage where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay a
18686 month yet till Saint Swithin and asks what in the earth he does there,
18687 he bound home and he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to crush a cup
18688 of wine, so he said, but would tell him of a skittish heifer, big of
18689 her age and beef to the heel, and all this while poured with rain and
18690 so both together on to Horne's. There Leop. Bloom of Crawford's journal
18691 sitting snug with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun.,
18692 scholar of my lady of Mercy's, Vin. Lynch, a Scots fellow, Will. Madden,
18693 T. Lenehan, very sad about a racer he fancied and Stephen D. Leop. Bloom
18694 there for a languor he had but was now better, be having dreamed tonight
18695 a strange fancy of his dame Mrs Moll with red slippers on in a pair of
18696 Turkey trunks which is thought by those in ken to be for a change and
18697 Mistress Purefoy there, that got in through pleading her belly, and now
18698 on the stools, poor body, two days past her term, the midwives sore put
18699 to it and can't deliver, she queasy for a bowl of riceslop that is a
18700 shrewd drier up of the insides and her breath very heavy more than good
18701 and should be a bullyboy from the knocks, they say, but God give her
18702 soon issue. 'Tis her ninth chick to live, I hear, and Lady day bit off
18703 her last chick's nails that was then a twelvemonth and with other three
18704 all breastfed that died written out in a fair hand in the king's bible.
18705 Her hub fifty odd and a methodist but takes the sacrament and is to
18706 be seen any fair sabbath with a pair of his boys off Bullock harbour
18707 dapping on the sound with a heavybraked reel or in a punt he has
18708 trailing for flounder and pollock and catches a fine bag, I hear. In sum
18709 an infinite great fall of rain and all refreshed and will much increase
18710 the harvest yet those in ken say after wind and water fire shall come
18711 for a prognostication of Malachi's almanac (and I hear that Mr Russell
18712 has done a prophetical charm of the same gist out of the Hindustanish
18713 for his farmer's gazette) to have three things in all but this a mere
18714 fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes
18715 they are found in the right guess with their queerities no telling how.
18716
18717 With this came up Lenehan to the feet of the table to say how the letter
18718 was in that night's gazette and he made a show to find it about him
18719 (for he swore with an oath that he had been at pains about it) but on
18720 Stephen's persuasion he gave over the search and was bidden to sit near
18721 by which he did mighty brisk. He was a kind of sport gentleman that
18722 went for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what belonged of women,
18723 horseflesh or hot scandal he had it pat. To tell the truth he was mean
18724 in fortunes and for the most part hankered about the coffeehouses
18725 and low taverns with crimps, ostlers, bookies, Paul's men, runners,
18726 flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the bagnio and other rogues of the
18727 game or with a chanceable catchpole or a tipstaff often at nights
18728 till broad day of whom he picked up between his sackpossets much loose
18729 gossip. He took his ordinary at a boilingcook's and if he had but gotten
18730 into him a mess of broken victuals or a platter of tripes with a bare
18731 tester in his purse he could always bring himself off with his tongue,
18732 some randy quip he had from a punk or whatnot that every mother's son of
18733 them would burst their sides. The other, Costello that is, hearing this
18734 talk asked was it poetry or a tale. Faith, no, he says, Frank (that was
18735 his name), 'tis all about Kerry cows that are to be butchered along of
18736 the plague. But they can go hang, says he with a wink, for me with their
18737 bully beef, a pox on it. There's as good fish in this tin as ever came
18738 out of it and very friendly he offered to take of some salty sprats that
18739 stood by which he had eyed wishly in the meantime and found the place
18740 which was indeed the chief design of his embassy as he was sharpset.
18741 _Mort aux vaches_, says Frank then in the French language that had been
18742 indentured to a brandyshipper that has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he
18743 spoke French like a gentleman too. From a child this Frank had been
18744 a donought that his father, a headborough, who could ill keep him to
18745 school to learn his letters and the use of the globes, matriculated at
18746 the university to study the mechanics but he took the bit between his
18747 teeth like a raw colt and was more familiar with the justiciary and the
18748 parish beadle than with his volumes. One time he would be a playactor,
18749 then a sutler or a welsher, then nought would keep him from the bearpit
18750 and the cocking main, then he was for the ocean sea or to hoof it on
18751 the roads with the romany folk, kidnapping a squire's heir by favour of
18752 moonlight or fecking maids' linen or choking chicken behind a hedge. He
18753 had been off as many times as a cat has lives and back again with naked
18754 pockets as many more to his father the headborough who shed a pint
18755 of tears as often as he saw him. What, says Mr Leopold with his hands
18756 across, that was earnest to know the drift of it, will they slaughter
18757 all? I protest I saw them but this day morning going to the Liverpool
18758 boats, says he. I can scarce believe 'tis so bad, says he. And he had
18759 experience of the like brood beasts and of springers, greasy hoggets and
18760 wether wool, having been some years before actuary for Mr Joseph Cuffe,
18761 a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for live stock and meadow
18762 auctions hard by Mr Gavin Low's yard in Prussia street. I question with
18763 you there, says he. More like 'tis the hoose or the timber tongue. Mr
18764 Stephen, a little moved but very handsomely told him no such matter and
18765 that he had dispatches from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking
18766 him for the hospitality, that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the
18767 bestquoted cowcatcher in all Muscovy, with a bolus or two of physic to
18768 take the bull by the horns. Come, come, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing.
18769 He'll find himself on the horns of a dilemma if he meddles with a
18770 bull that's Irish, says he. Irish by name and irish by nature, says Mr
18771 Stephen, and he sent the ale purling about, an Irish bull in an English
18772 chinashop. I conceive you, says Mr Dixon. It is that same bull that was
18773 sent to our island by farmer Nicholas, the bravest cattlebreeder of them
18774 all, with an emerald ring in his nose. True for you, says Mr Vincent
18775 cross the table, and a bullseye into the bargain, says he, and a plumper
18776 and a portlier bull, says he, never shit on shamrock. He had horns
18777 galore, a coat of cloth of gold and a sweet smoky breath coming out of
18778 his nostrils so that the women of our island, leaving doughballs and
18779 rollingpins, followed after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains.
18780 What for that, says Mr Dixon, but before he came over farmer Nicholas
18781 that was a eunuch had him properly gelded by a college of doctors who
18782 were no better off than himself. So be off now, says he, and do all my
18783 cousin german the lord Harry tells you and take a farmer's blessing, and
18784 with that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. But the slap and the
18785 blessing stood him friend, says Mr Vincent, for to make up he taught him
18786 a trick worth two of the other so that maid, wife, abbess and widow to
18787 this day affirm that they would rather any time of the month whisper
18788 in his ear in the dark of a cowhouse or get a lick on the nape from his
18789 long holy tongue than lie with the finest strapping young ravisher in
18790 the four fields of all Ireland. Another then put in his word: And they
18791 dressed him, says he, in a point shift and petticoat with a tippet and
18792 girdle and ruffles on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him
18793 all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him at every turn of
18794 the road with a gold manger in each full of the best hay in the market
18795 so that he could doss and dung to his heart's content. By this time the
18796 father of the faithful (for so they called him) was grown so heavy that
18797 he could scarce walk to pasture. To remedy which our cozening dames and
18798 damsels brought him his fodder in their apronlaps and as soon as his
18799 belly was full he would rear up on his hind uarters to show their
18800 ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of him in bulls' language
18801 and they all after him. Ay, says another, and so pampered was he that he
18802 would suffer nought to grow in all the land but green grass for himself
18803 (for that was the only colour to his mind) and there was a board put up
18804 on a hillock in the middle of the island with a printed notice, saying:
18805 By the Lord Harry, Green is the grass that grows on the ground. And,
18806 says Mr Dixon, if ever he got scent of a cattleraider in Roscommon or
18807 the wilds of Connemara or a husbandman in Sligo that was sowing as much
18808 as a handful of mustard or a bag of rapeseed out he'd run amok over half
18809 the countryside rooting up with his horns whatever was planted and all
18810 by lord Harry's orders. There was bad blood between them at first, says
18811 Mr Vincent, and the lord Harry called farmer Nicholas all the old Nicks
18812 in the world and an old whoremaster that kept seven trulls in his house
18813 and I'll meddle in his matters, says he. I'll make that animal smell
18814 hell, says he, with the help of that good pizzle my father left me. But
18815 one evening, says Mr Dixon, when the lord Harry was cleaning his royal
18816 pelt to go to dinner after winning a boatrace (he had spade oars for
18817 himself but the first rule of the course was that the others were to row
18818 with pitchforks) he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a bull
18819 and on picking up a blackthumbed chapbook that he kept in the pantry
18820 he found sure enough that he was a lefthanded descendant of the famous
18821 champion bull of the Romans, _Bos Bovum_, which is good bog Latin for
18822 boss of the show. After that, says Mr Vincent, the lord Harry put his
18823 head into a cow's drinkingtrough in the presence of all his courtiers
18824 and pulling it out again told them all his new name. Then, with the
18825 water running off him, he got into an old smock and skirt that had
18826 belonged to his grandmother and bought a grammar of the bulls' language
18827 to study but he could never learn a word of it except the first personal
18828 pronoun which he copied out big and got off by heart and if ever he went
18829 out for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it upon what
18830 took his fancy, the side of a rock or a teahouse table or a bale of
18831 cotton or a corkfloat. In short, he and the bull of Ireland were soon as
18832 fast friends as an arse and a shirt. They were, says Mr Stephen, and
18833 the end was that the men of the island seeing no help was toward, as
18834 the ungrate women were all of one mind, made a wherry raft, loaded
18835 themselves and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts
18836 erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, spread three
18837 sheets in the wind, put her head between wind and water, weighed anchor,
18838 ported her helm, ran up the jolly Roger, gave three times three, let the
18839 bullgine run, pushed off in their bumboat and put to sea to recover
18840 the main of America. Which was the occasion, says Mr Vincent, of the
18841 composing by a boatswain of that rollicking chanty:
18842
18843 _--Pope Peter's but a pissabed.
18844 A man's a man for a' that._
18845
18846 Our worthy acquaintance Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the doorway
18847 as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a friend
18848 whom he had just rencountered, a young gentleman, his name Alec Bannon,
18849 who had late come to town, it being his intention to buy a colour or a
18850 cornetcy in the fencibles and list for the wars. Mr Mulligan was civil
18851 enough to express some relish of it all the more as it jumped with a
18852 project of his own for the cure of the very evil that had been touched
18853 on. Whereat he handed round to the company a set of pasteboard cards
18854 which he had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend
18855 printed in fair italics: _Mr Malachi Mulligan. Fertiliser and Incubator.
18856 Lambay Island_. His project, as he went on to expound, was to withdraw
18857 from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief business of sir
18858 Fopling Popinjay and sir Milksop Quidnunc in town and to devote himself
18859 to the noblest task for which our bodily organism has been framed. Well,
18860 let us hear of it, good my friend, said Mr Dixon. I make no doubt it
18861 smacks of wenching. Come, be seated, both. 'Tis as cheap sitting as
18862 standing. Mr Mulligan accepted of the invitation and, expatiating upon
18863 his design, told his hearers that he had been led into this thought by
18864 a consideration of the causes of sterility, both the inhibitory and the
18865 prohibitory, whether the inhibition in its turn were due to conjugal
18866 vexations or to a parsimony of the balance as well as whether the
18867 prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from proclivities
18868 acquired. It grieved him plaguily, he said, to see the nuptial couch
18869 defrauded of its dearest pledges: and to reflect upon so many agreeable
18870 females with rich jointures, a prey to the vilest bonzes, who hide their
18871 flambeau under a bushel in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly
18872 bloom in the embraces of some unaccountable muskin when they might
18873 multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of
18874 their sex when a hundred pretty fellows were at hand to caress, this, he
18875 assured them, made his heart weep. To curb this inconvenient (which
18876 he concluded due to a suppression of latent heat), having advised with
18877 certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter, he had
18878 resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever the freehold of Lambay
18879 island from its holder, lord Talbot de Malahide, a Tory gentleman of
18880 note much in favour with our ascendancy party. He proposed to set up
18881 there a national fertilising farm to be named _Omphalos_ with an obelisk
18882 hewn and erected after the fashion of Egypt and to offer his dutiful
18883 yeoman services for the fecundation of any female of what grade of life
18884 soever who should there direct to him with the desire of fulfilling the
18885 functions of her natural. Money was no object, he said, nor would he
18886 take a penny for his pains. The poorest kitchenwench no less than the
18887 opulent lady of fashion, if so be their constructions and their tempers
18888 were warm persuaders for their petitions, would find in him their man.
18889 For his nutriment he shewed how he would feed himself exclusively upon a
18890 diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, the flesh of these
18891 latter prolific rodents being highly recommended for his purpose, both
18892 broiled and stewed with a blade of mace and a pod or two of capsicum
18893 chillies. After this homily which he delivered with much warmth of
18894 asseveration Mr Mulligan in a trice put off from his hat a kerchief with
18895 which he had shielded it. They both, it seems, had been overtaken by the
18896 rain and for all their mending their pace had taken water, as might be
18897 observed by Mr Mulligan's smallclothes of a hodden grey which was now
18898 somewhat piebald. His project meanwhile was very favourably entertained
18899 by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all though Mr Dixon of
18900 Mary's excepted to it, asking with a finicking air did he purpose also
18901 to carry coals to Newcastle. Mr Mulligan however made court to the
18902 scholarly by an apt quotation from the classics which, as it dwelt
18903 upon his memory, seemed to him a sound and tasteful support of his
18904 contention: _Talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi, O quirites,
18905 ut matresfamiliarum nostrae lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici
18906 titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus
18907 centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt_, while for those of ruder
18908 wit he drove home his point by analogies of the animal kingdom more
18909 suitable to their stomach, the buck and doe of the forest glade, the
18910 farmyard drake and duck.
18911
18912 Valuing himself not a little upon his elegance, being indeed a proper
18913 man of person, this talkative now applied himself to his dress with
18914 animadversions of some heat upon the sudden whimsy of the atmospherics
18915 while the company lavished their encomiums upon the project he had
18916 advanced. The young gentleman, his friend, overjoyed as he was at a
18917 passage that had late befallen him, could not forbear to tell it his
18918 nearest neighbour. Mr Mulligan, now perceiving the table, asked for whom
18919 were those loaves and fishes and, seeing the stranger, he made him
18920 a civil bow and said, Pray, sir, was you in need of any professional
18921 assistance we could give? Who, upon his offer, thanked him very
18922 heartily, though preserving his proper distance, and replied that he was
18923 come there about a lady, now an inmate of Horne's house, that was in an
18924 interesting condition, poor body, from woman's woe (and here he fetched
18925 a deep sigh) to know if her happiness had yet taken place. Mr Dixon,
18926 to turn the table, took on to ask of Mr Mulligan himself whether
18927 his incipient ventripotence, upon which he rallied him, betokened an
18928 ovoblastic gestation in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due,
18929 as with the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon, to a wolf in the stomach.
18930 For answer Mr Mulligan, in a gale of laughter at his smalls, smote
18931 himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an admirable droll
18932 mimic of Mother Grogan (the most excellent creature of her sex though
18933 'tis pity she's a trollop): There's a belly that never bore a bastard.
18934 This was so happy a conceit that it renewed the storm of mirth and threw
18935 the whole room into the most violent agitations of delight. The spry
18936 rattle had run on in the same vein of mimicry but for some larum in the
18937 antechamber.
18938
18939 Here the listener who was none other than the Scotch student, a little
18940 fume of a fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the liveliest fashion
18941 with the young gentleman and, interrupting the narrative at a salient
18942 point, having desired his visavis with a polite beck to have the
18943 obligingness to pass him a flagon of cordial waters at the same time by
18944 a questioning poise of the head (a whole century of polite breeding had
18945 not achieved so nice a gesture) to which was united an equivalent but
18946 contrary balance of the bottle asked the narrator as plainly as was ever
18947 done in words if he might treat him with a cup of it. _Mais bien sûr_,
18948 noble stranger, said he cheerily, _et mille compliments_. That you may
18949 and very opportunely. There wanted nothing but this cup to crown my
18950 felicity. But, gracious heaven, was I left with but a crust in my wallet
18951 and a cupful of water from the well, my God, I would accept of them and
18952 find it in my heart to kneel down upon the ground and give thanks to
18953 the powers above for the happiness vouchsafed me by the Giver of good
18954 things. With these words he approached the goblet to his lips, took a
18955 complacent draught of the cordial, slicked his hair and, opening his
18956 bosom, out popped a locket that hung from a silk riband, that very
18957 picture which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein.
18958 Gazing upon those features with a world of tenderness, Ah, Monsieur, he
18959 said, had you but beheld her as I did with these eyes at that affecting
18960 instant with her dainty tucker and her new coquette cap (a gift for her
18961 feastday as she told me prettily) in such an artless disorder, of so
18962 melting a tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even you, Monsieur, had been
18963 impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the hands of
18964 such an enemy or to quit the field for ever. I declare, I was never so
18965 touched in all my life. God, I thank thee, as the Author of my days!
18966 Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her
18967 favours. A sigh of affection gave eloquence to these words and, having
18968 replaced the locket in his bosom, he wiped his eye and sighed again.
18969 Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures, how great
18970 and universal must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can hold in
18971 thrall the free and the bond, the simple swain and the polished coxcomb,
18972 the lover in the heyday of reckless passion and the husband of maturer
18973 years. But indeed, sir, I wander from the point. How mingled and
18974 imperfect are all our sublunary joys. Maledicity! he exclaimed in
18975 anguish. Would to God that foresight had but remembered me to take my
18976 cloak along! I could weep to think of it. Then, though it had poured
18977 seven showers, we were neither of us a penny the worse. But beshrew me,
18978 he cried, clapping hand to his forehead, tomorrow will be a new day and,
18979 thousand thunders, I know of a _marchand de capotes_, Monsieur Poyntz,
18980 from whom I can have for a livre as snug a cloak of the French fashion
18981 as ever kept a lady from wetting. Tut, tut! cries Le Fecondateur,
18982 tripping in, my friend Monsieur Moore, that most accomplished traveller
18983 (I have just cracked a half bottle AVEC LUI in a circle of the best wits
18984 of the town), is my authority that in Cape Horn, _ventre biche_, they
18985 have a rain that will wet through any, even the stoutest cloak. A
18986 drenching of that violence, he tells me, _sans blague_, has sent more
18987 than one luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another world.
18988 Pooh! A _livre!_ cries Monsieur Lynch. The clumsy things are dear at a
18989 sou. One umbrella, were it no bigger than a fairy mushroom, is worth ten
18990 such stopgaps. No woman of any wit would wear one. My dear Kitty told me
18991 today that she would dance in a deluge before ever she would starve in
18992 such an ark of salvation for, as she reminded me (blushing piquantly and
18993 whispering in my ear though there was none to snap her words but giddy
18994 butterflies), dame Nature, by the divine blessing, has implanted it in
18995 our hearts and it has become a household word that _il y a deux choses_
18996 for which the innocence of our original garb, in other circumstances a
18997 breach of the proprieties, is the fittest, nay, the only garment. The
18998 first, said she (and here my pretty philosopher, as I handed her to her
18999 tilbury, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her tongue the outer
19000 chamber of my ear), the first is a bath... But at this point a bell
19001 tinkling in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for
19002 the enrichment of our store of knowledge.
19003
19004 Amid the general vacant hilarity of the assembly a bell rang and, while
19005 all were conjecturing what might be the cause, Miss Callan entered and,
19006 having spoken a few words in a low tone to young Mr Dixon, retired with
19007 a profound bow to the company. The presence even for a moment among a
19008 party of debauchees of a woman endued with every quality of modesty and
19009 not less severe than beautiful refrained the humourous sallies even of
19010 the most licentious but her departure was the signal for an outbreak of
19011 ribaldry. Strike me silly, said Costello, a low fellow who was fuddled.
19012 A monstrous fine bit of cowflesh! I'll be sworn she has rendezvoused
19013 you. What, you dog? Have you a way with them? Gad's bud, immensely
19014 so, said Mr Lynch. The bedside manner it is that they use in the Mater
19015 hospice. Demme, does not Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under the
19016 chin. As I look to be saved I had it from my Kitty who has been wardmaid
19017 there any time these seven months. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried the young
19018 blood in the primrose vest, feigning a womanish simper and with immodest
19019 squirmings of his body, how you do tease a body! Drat the man! Bless
19020 me, I'm all of a wibbly wobbly. Why, you're as bad as dear little Father
19021 Cantekissem, that you are! May this pot of four half choke me, cried
19022 Costello, if she aint in the family way. I knows a lady what's got a
19023 white swelling quick as I claps eyes on her. The young surgeon, however,
19024 rose and begged the company to excuse his retreat as the nurse had just
19025 then informed him that he was needed in the ward. Merciful providence
19026 had been pleased to put a period to the sufferings of the lady who was
19027 _enceinte_ which she had borne with a laudable fortitude and she had
19028 given birth to a bouncing boy. I want patience, said he, with those
19029 who, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling
19030 profession which, saving the reverence due to the Deity, is the greatest
19031 power for happiness upon the earth. I am positive when I say that if
19032 need were I could produce a cloud of witnesses to the excellence of
19033 her noble exercitations which, so far from being a byword, should be a
19034 glorious incentive in the human breast. I cannot away with them. What?
19035 Malign such an one, the amiable Miss Callan, who is the lustre of
19036 her own sex and the astonishment of ours? And at an instant the most
19037 momentous that can befall a puny child of clay? Perish the thought! I
19038 shudder to think of the future of a race where the seeds of such malice
19039 have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and
19040 maid in house of Horne. Having delivered himself of this rebuke he
19041 saluted those present on the by and repaired to the door. A murmur
19042 of approval arose from all and some were for ejecting the low soaker
19043 without more ado, a design which would have been effected nor would
19044 he have received more than his bare deserts had he not abridged his
19045 transgression by affirming with a horrid imprecation (for he swore a
19046 round hand) that he was as good a son of the true fold as ever drew
19047 breath. Stap my vitals, said he, them was always the sentiments of
19048 honest Frank Costello which I was bred up most particular to honour thy
19049 father and thy mother that had the best hand to a rolypoly or a hasty
19050 pudding as you ever see what I always looks back on with a loving heart.
19051
19052 To revert to Mr Bloom who, after his first entry, had been conscious of
19053 some impudent mocks which he however had borne with as being the fruits
19054 of that age upon which it is commonly charged that it knows not
19055 pity. The young sparks, it is true, were as full of extravagancies
19056 as overgrown children: the words of their tumultuary discussions
19057 were difficultly understood and not often nice: their testiness and
19058 outrageous _mots_ were such that his intellects resiled from: nor were
19059 they scrupulously sensible of the proprieties though their fund of
19060 strong animal spirits spoke in their behalf. But the word of Mr Costello
19061 was an unwelcome language for him for he nauseated the wretch that
19062 seemed to him a cropeared creature of a misshapen gibbosity, born out
19063 of wedlock and thrust like a crookback toothed and feet first into the
19064 world, which the dint of the surgeon's pliers in his skull lent indeed
19065 a colour to, so as to put him in thought of that missing link of
19066 creation's chain desiderated by the late ingenious Mr Darwin. It was now
19067 for more than the middle span of our allotted years that he had passed
19068 through the thousand vicissitudes of existence and, being of a wary
19069 ascendancy and self a man of rare forecast, he had enjoined his heart
19070 to repress all motions of a rising choler and, by intercepting them
19071 with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast that plenitude
19072 of sufferance which base minds jeer at, rash judgers scorn and all find
19073 tolerable and but tolerable. To those who create themselves wits at the
19074 cost of feminine delicacy (a habit of mind which he never did hold
19075 with) to them he would concede neither to bear the name nor to herit
19076 the tradition of a proper breeding: while for such that, having lost
19077 all forbearance, can lose no more, there remained the sharp antidote of
19078 experience to cause their insolency to beat a precipitate and inglorious
19079 retreat. Not but what he could feel with mettlesome youth which, caring
19080 nought for the mows of dotards or the gruntlings of the severe, is ever
19081 (as the chaste fancy of the Holy Writer expresses it) for eating of the
19082 tree forbid it yet not so far forth as to pretermit humanity upon any
19083 condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she was about her lawful
19084 occasions. To conclude, while from the sister's words he had reckoned
19085 upon a speedy delivery he was, however, it must be owned, not a little
19086 alleviated by the intelligence that the issue so auspicated after an
19087 ordeal of such duress now testified once more to the mercy as well as to
19088 the bounty of the Supreme Being.
19089
19090 Accordingly he broke his mind to his neighbour, saying that, to express
19091 his notion of the thing, his opinion (who ought not perchance to express
19092 one) was that one must have a cold constitution and a frigid genius not
19093 to be rejoiced by this freshest news of the fruition of her confinement
19094 since she had been in such pain through no fault of hers. The dressy
19095 young blade said it was her husband's that put her in that expectation
19096 or at least it ought to be unless she were another Ephesian matron. I
19097 must acquaint you, said Mr Crotthers, clapping on the table so as to
19098 evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old Glory Allelujurum was round
19099 again today, an elderly man with dundrearies, preferring through his
19100 nose a request to have word of Wilhelmina, my life, as he calls her. I
19101 bade him hold himself in readiness for that the event would burst anon.
19102 'Slife, I'll be round with you. I cannot but extol the virile potency of
19103 the old bucko that could still knock another child out of her. All fell
19104 to praising of it, each after his own fashion, though the same young
19105 blade held with his former view that another than her conjugial had
19106 been the man in the gap, a clerk in orders, a linkboy (virtuous) or
19107 an itinerant vendor of articles needed in every household. Singular,
19108 communed the guest with himself, the wonderfully unequal faculty of
19109 metempsychosis possessed by them, that the puerperal dormitory and the
19110 dissecting theatre should be the seminaries of such frivolity, that the
19111 mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice to transform in a
19112 pinch of time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of
19113 an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed the noblest. But,
19114 he further added, it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in
19115 common oppress them for I have more than once observed that birds of a
19116 feather laugh together.
19117
19118 But with what fitness, let it be asked of the noble lord, his patron,
19119 has this alien, whom the concession of a gracious prince has admitted
19120 to civic rights, constituted himself the lord paramount of our
19121 internal polity? Where is now that gratitude which loyalty should have
19122 counselled? During the recent war whenever the enemy had a temporary
19123 advantage with his granados did this traitor to his kind not seize that
19124 moment to discharge his piece against the empire of which he is a tenant
19125 at will while he trembled for the security of his four per cents? Has he
19126 forgotten this as he forgets all benefits received? Or is it that from
19127 being a deluder of others he has become at last his own dupe as he is,
19128 if report belie him not, his own and his only enjoyer? Far be it from
19129 candour to violate the bedchamber of a respectable lady, the daughter of
19130 a gallant major, or to cast the most distant reflections upon her
19131 virtue but if he challenges attention there (as it was indeed highly his
19132 interest not to have done) then be it so. Unhappy woman, she has been
19133 too long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to
19134 listen to his objurgations with any other feeling than the derision of
19135 the desperate. He says this, a censor of morals, a very pelican in his
19136 piety, who did not scruple, oblivious of the ties of nature, to attempt
19137 illicit intercourse with a female domestic drawn from the lowest strata
19138 of society! Nay, had the hussy's scouringbrush not been her tutelary
19139 angel, it had gone with her as hard as with Hagar, the Egyptian! In the
19140 question of the grazing lands his peevish asperity is notorious and in
19141 Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him from an indignant rancher a scathing
19142 retort couched in terms as straightforward as they were bucolic. It ill
19143 becomes him to preach that gospel. Has he not nearer home a seedfield
19144 that lies fallow for the want of the ploughshare? A habit reprehensible
19145 at puberty is second nature and an opprobrium in middle life. If he must
19146 dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste
19147 to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his
19148 practice consist better with the doctrines that now engross him. His
19149 marital breast is the repository of secrets which decorum is reluctant
19150 to adduce. The lewd suggestions of some faded beauty may console him for
19151 a consort neglected and debauched but this new exponent of morals and
19152 healer of ills is at his best an exotic tree which, when rooted in
19153 its native orient, throve and flourished and was abundant in balm
19154 but, transplanted to a clime more temperate, its roots have lost their
19155 quondam vigour while the stuff that comes away from it is stagnant, acid
19156 and inoperative.
19157
19158 The news was imparted with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial
19159 usage of the Sublime Porte by the second female infirmarian to the
19160 junior medical officer in residence, who in his turn announced to the
19161 delegation that an heir had been born, When he had betaken himself
19162 to the women's apartment to assist at the prescribed ceremony of the
19163 afterbirth in the presence of the secretary of state for domestic
19164 affairs and the members of the privy council, silent in unanimous
19165 exhaustion and approbation the delegates, chafing under the length and
19166 solemnity of their vigil and hoping that the joyful occurrence would
19167 palliate a licence which the simultaneous absence of abigail and
19168 obstetrician rendered the easier, broke out at once into a strife of
19169 tongues. In vain the voice of Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard endeavouring
19170 to urge, to mollify, to refrain. The moment was too propitious for the
19171 display of that discursiveness which seemed the only bond of union among
19172 tempers so divergent. Every phase of the situation was successively
19173 eviscerated: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the Caesarean
19174 section, posthumity with respect to the father and, that rarer form,
19175 with respect to the mother, the fratricidal case known as the Childs
19176 Murder and rendered memorable by the impassioned plea of Mr Advocate
19177 Bushe which secured the acquittal of the wrongfully accused, the
19178 rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets,
19179 miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the acardiac
19180 _foetus in foetu_ and aprosopia due to a congestion, the agnathia
19181 of certain chinless Chinamen (cited by Mr Candidate Mulligan) in
19182 consequence of defective reunion of the maxillary knobs along the medial
19183 line so that (as he said) one ear could hear what the other spoke, the
19184 benefits of anesthesia or twilight sleep, the prolongation of labour
19185 pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of pressure on the vein, the
19186 premature relentment of the amniotic fluid (as exemplified in the
19187 actual case) with consequent peril of sepsis to the matrix, artificial
19188 insemination by means of syringes, involution of the womb consequent
19189 upon the menopause, the problem of the perpetration of the species in
19190 the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that distressing
19191 manner of delivery called by the Brandenburghers _Sturzgeburt,_ the
19192 recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births
19193 conceived during the catamenic period or of consanguineous parents--in
19194 a word all the cases of human nativity which Aristotle has classified
19195 in his masterpiece with chromolithographic illustrations. The gravest
19196 problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as much
19197 animation as the most popular beliefs on the state of pregnancy such as
19198 the forbidding to a gravid woman to step over a countrystile lest,
19199 by her movement, the navelcord should strangle her creature and
19200 the injunction upon her in the event of a yearning, ardently and
19201 ineffectually entertained, to place her hand against that part of her
19202 person which long usage has consecrated as the seat of castigation.
19203 The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's
19204 inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a
19205 _prima facie_ and natural hypothetical explanation of those swineheaded
19206 (the case of Madame Grissel Steevens was not forgotten) or doghaired
19207 infants occasionally born. The hypothesis of a plasmic memory, advanced
19208 by the Caledonian envoy and worthy of the metaphysical traditions of
19209 the land he stood for, envisaged in such cases an arrest of embryonic
19210 development at some stage antecedent to the human. An outlandish
19211 delegate sustained against both these views, with such heat as almost
19212 carried conviction, the theory of copulation between women and the males
19213 of brutes, his authority being his own avouchment in support of fables
19214 such as that of the Minotaur which the genius of the elegant Latin poet
19215 has handed down to us in the pages of his Metamorphoses. The impression
19216 made by his words was immediate but shortlived. It was effaced as easily
19217 as it had been evoked by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in
19218 that vein of pleasantry which none better than he knew how to affect,
19219 postulating as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man.
19220 Contemporaneously, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate
19221 Madden and Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the juridical and theological
19222 dilemma created in the event of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other,
19223 the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Canvasser Bloom
19224 for instant submittal to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. Hitherto silent,
19225 whether the better to show by preternatural gravity that curious dignity
19226 of the garb with which he was invested or in obedience to an inward
19227 voice, he delivered briefly and, as some thought, perfunctorily the
19228 ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to put asunder what God has
19229 joined.
19230
19231 But Malachias' tale began to freeze them with horror. He conjured up the
19232 scene before them. The secret panel beside the chimney slid back and
19233 in the recess appeared... Haines! Which of us did not feel his flesh
19234 creep! He had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand, in the
19235 other a phial marked _Poison._ Surprise, horror, loathing were depicted
19236 on all faces while he eyed them with a ghostly grin. I anticipated some
19237 such reception, he began with an eldritch laugh, for which, it seems,
19238 history is to blame. Yes, it is true. I am the murderer of Samuel
19239 Childs. And how I am punished! The inferno has no terrors for me. This
19240 is the appearance is on me. Tare and ages, what way would I be resting
19241 at all, he muttered thickly, and I tramping Dublin this while back
19242 with my share of songs and himself after me the like of a soulth or a
19243 bullawurrus? My hell, and Ireland's, is in this life. It is what I tried
19244 to obliterate my crime. Distractions, rookshooting, the Erse language
19245 (he recited some), laudanum (he raised the phial to his lips), camping
19246 out. In vain! His spectre stalks me. Dope is my only hope... Ah!
19247 Destruction! The black panther! With a cry he suddenly vanished and the
19248 panel slid back. An instant later his head appeared in the door opposite
19249 and said: Meet me at Westland Row station at ten past eleven. He was
19250 gone. Tears gushed from the eyes of the dissipated host. The seer
19251 raised his hand to heaven, murmuring: The vendetta of Mananaun! The
19252 sage repeated: _Lex talionis_. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy
19253 without incurring the immense debtorship for a thing done. Malachias,
19254 overcome by emotion, ceased. The mystery was unveiled. Haines was the
19255 third brother. His real name was Childs. The black panther was himself
19256 the ghost of his own father. He drank drugs to obliterate. For this
19257 relief much thanks. The lonely house by the graveyard is uninhabited.
19258 No soul will live there. The spider pitches her web in the solitude.
19259 The nocturnal rat peers from his hole. A curse is on it. It is haunted.
19260 Murderer's ground.
19261
19262 What is the age of the soul of man? As she hath the virtue of the
19263 chameleon to change her hue at every new approach, to be gay with the
19264 merry and mournful with the downcast, so too is her age changeable as
19265 her mood. No longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing
19266 the cud of reminiscence, that staid agent of publicity and holder of a
19267 modest substance in the funds. A score of years are blown away. He is
19268 young Leopold. There, as in a retrospective arrangement, a mirror within
19269 a mirror (hey, presto!), he beholdeth himself. That young figure of then
19270 is seen, precociously manly, walking on a nipping morning from the old
19271 house in Clanbrassil street to the high school, his booksatchel on
19272 him bandolierwise, and in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a mother's
19273 thought. Or it is the same figure, a year or so gone over, in his first
19274 hard hat (ah, that was a day!), already on the road, a fullfledged
19275 traveller for the family firm, equipped with an orderbook, a scented
19276 handkerchief (not for show only), his case of bright trinketware (alas!
19277 a thing now of the past!) and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this
19278 or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out upon her fingertips or for
19279 a budding virgin, shyly acknowledging (but the heart? tell me!) his
19280 studied baisemoins. The scent, the smile, but, more than these, the dark
19281 eyes and oleaginous address, brought home at duskfall many a commission
19282 to the head of the firm, seated with Jacob's pipe after like labours in
19283 the paternal ingle (a meal of noodles, you may be sure, is aheating),
19284 reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the Europe of a
19285 month before. But hey, presto, the mirror is breathed on and the young
19286 knighterrant recedes, shrivels, dwindles to a tiny speck within the
19287 mist. Now he is himself paternal and these about him might be his
19288 sons. Who can say? The wise father knows his own child. He thinks of a
19289 drizzling night in Hatch street, hard by the bonded stores there, the
19290 first. Together (she is a poor waif, a child of shame, yours and mine
19291 and of all for a bare shilling and her luckpenny), together they hear
19292 the heavy tread of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the new royal
19293 university. Bridie! Bridie Kelly! He will never forget the name, ever
19294 remember the night: first night, the bridenight. They are entwined
19295 in nethermost darkness, the willer with the willed, and in an instant
19296 (_fiat_!) light shall flood the world. Did heart leap to heart? Nay,
19297 fair reader. In a breath 'twas done but--hold! Back! It must not be! In
19298 terror the poor girl flees away through the murk. She is the bride of
19299 darkness, a daughter of night. She dare not bear the sunnygolden babe
19300 of day. No, Leopold. Name and memory solace thee not. That youthful
19301 illusion of thy strength was taken from thee--and in vain. No son of thy
19302 loins is by thee. There is none now to be for Leopold, what Leopold was
19303 for Rudolph.
19304
19305 The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the
19306 infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the soul is wafted over regions
19307 of cycles of generations that have lived. A region where grey twilight
19308 ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her
19309 dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. She follows her mother with
19310 ungainly steps, a mare leading her fillyfoal. Twilight phantoms
19311 are they, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely
19312 haunches, a supple tendonous neck, the meek apprehensive skull. They
19313 fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. Agendath is a waste land, a home of
19314 screechowls and the sandblind upupa. Netaim, the golden, is no more. And
19315 on the highway of the clouds they come, muttering thunder of rebellion,
19316 the ghosts of beasts. Huuh! Hark! Huuh! Parallax stalks behind and goads
19317 them, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions. Elk and
19318 yak, the bulls of Bashan and of Babylon, mammoth and mastodon, they come
19319 trooping to the sunken sea, _Lacus Mortis_. Ominous revengeful zodiacal
19320 host! They moan, passing upon the clouds, horned and capricorned, the
19321 trumpeted with the tusked, the lionmaned, the giantantlered, snouter
19322 and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all their moving moaning
19323 multitude, murderers of the sun.
19324
19325 Onward to the dead sea they tramp to drink, unslaked and with horrible
19326 gulpings, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. And the equine portent
19327 grows again, magnified in the deserted heavens, nay to heaven's own
19328 magnitude, till it looms, vast, over the house of Virgo. And lo, wonder
19329 of metempsychosis, it is she, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the
19330 daystar, the bride, ever virgin. It is she, Martha, thou lost one,
19331 Millicent, the young, the dear, the radiant. How serene does she now
19332 arise, a queen among the Pleiades, in the penultimate antelucan hour,
19333 shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a veil of what do you call
19334 it gossamer. It floats, it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it
19335 streams, emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents
19336 of the cold interstellar wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling,
19337 writhing in the skies a mysterious writing till, after a myriad
19338 metamorphoses of symbol, it blazes, Alpha, a ruby and triangled sign
19339 upon the forehead of Taurus.
19340
19341 Francis was reminding Stephen of years before when they had been at
19342 school together in Conmee's time. He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades,
19343 Pisistratus. Where were they now? Neither knew. You have spoken of the
19344 past and its phantoms, Stephen said. Why think of them? If I call them
19345 into life across the waters of Lethe will not the poor ghosts troop to
19346 my call? Who supposes it? I, Bous Stephanoumenos, bullockbefriending
19347 bard, am lord and giver of their life. He encircled his gadding hair
19348 with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. That answer and those
19349 leaves, Vincent said to him, will adorn you more fitly when something
19350 more, and greatly more, than a capful of light odes can call your genius
19351 father. All who wish you well hope this for you. All desire to see
19352 you bring forth the work you meditate, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. I
19353 heartily wish you may not fail them. O no, Vincent Lenehan said, laying
19354 a hand on the shoulder near him. Have no fear. He could not leave his
19355 mother an orphan. The young man's face grew dark. All could see how hard
19356 it was for him to be reminded of his promise and of his recent loss. He
19357 would have withdrawn from the feast had not the noise of voices allayed
19358 the smart. Madden had lost five drachmas on Sceptre for a whim of the
19359 rider's name: Lenehan as much more. He told them of the race. The flag
19360 fell and, huuh! off, scamper, the mare ran out freshly with 0. Madden
19361 up. She was leading the field. All hearts were beating. Even Phyllis
19362 could not contain herself. She waved her scarf and cried: Huzzah!
19363 Sceptre wins! But in the straight on the run home when all were in close
19364 order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. All
19365 was lost now. Phyllis was silent: her eyes were sad anemones. Juno, she
19366 cried, I am undone. But her lover consoled her and brought her a bright
19367 casket of gold in which lay some oval sugarplums which she partook. A
19368 tear fell: one only. A whacking fine whip, said Lenehan, is W. Lane.
19369 Four winners yesterday and three today. What rider is like him? Mount
19370 him on the camel or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a hack canter
19371 is still his. But let us bear it as was the ancient wont. Mercy on the
19372 luckless! Poor Sceptre! he said with a light sigh. She is not the filly
19373 that she was. Never, by this hand, shall we behold such another. By gad,
19374 sir, a queen of them. Do you remember her, Vincent? I wish you could
19375 have seen my queen today, Vincent said. How young she was and radiant
19376 (Lalage were scarce fair beside her) in her yellow shoes and frock of
19377 muslin, I do not know the right name of it. The chestnuts that shaded
19378 us were in bloom: the air drooped with their persuasive odour and with
19379 pollen floating by us. In the sunny patches one might easily have
19380 cooked on a stone a batch of those buns with Corinth fruit in them that
19381 Periplipomenes sells in his booth near the bridge. But she had nought
19382 for her teeth but the arm with which I held her and in that she nibbled
19383 mischievously when I pressed too close. A week ago she lay ill, four
19384 days on the couch, but today she was free, blithe, mocked at peril.
19385 She is more taking then. Her posies tool Mad romp that she is, she had
19386 pulled her fill as we reclined together. And in your ear, my friend, you
19387 will not think who met us as we left the field. Conmee himself! He was
19388 walking by the hedge, reading, I think a brevier book with, I doubt not,
19389 a witty letter in it from Glycera or Chloe to keep the page. The sweet
19390 creature turned all colours in her confusion, feigning to reprove a
19391 slight disorder in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for the
19392 very trees adore her. When Conmee had passed she glanced at her lovely
19393 echo in that little mirror she carries. But he had been kind. In going
19394 by he had blessed us. The gods too are ever kind, Lenehan said. If I had
19395 poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of his may serve me more
19396 propensely. He was laying his hand upon a winejar: Malachi saw it and
19397 withheld his act, pointing to the stranger and to the scarlet label.
19398 Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. His soul is far
19399 away. It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be
19400 born. Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the
19401 incorruptible eon of the gods. Do you not think it, Stephen? Theosophos
19402 told me so, Stephen answered, whom in a previous existence Egyptian
19403 priests initiated into the mysteries of karmic law. The lords of the
19404 moon, Theosophos told me, an orangefiery shipload from planet Alpha
19405 of the lunar chain would not assume the etheric doubles and these
19406 were therefore incarnated by the rubycoloured egos from the second
19407 constellation.
19408
19409 However, as a matter of fact though, the preposterous surmise about him
19410 being in some description of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which
19411 was entirely due to a misconception of the shallowest character, was
19412 not the case at all. The individual whose visual organs while the above
19413 was going on were at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of
19414 animation was as astute if not astuter than any man living and anybody
19415 that conjectured the contrary would have found themselves pretty
19416 speedily in the wrong shop. During the past four minutes or thereabouts
19417 he had been staring hard at a certain amount of number one Bass bottled
19418 by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Trent which happened to be situated
19419 amongst a lot of others right opposite to where he was and which was
19420 certainly calculated to attract anyone's remark on account of its
19421 scarlet appearance. He was simply and solely, as it subsequently
19422 transpired for reasons best known to himself, which put quite an
19423 altogether different complexion on the proceedings, after the moment
19424 before's observations about boyhood days and the turf, recollecting two
19425 or three private transactions of his own which the other two were as
19426 mutually innocent of as the babe unborn. Eventually, however, both
19427 their eyes met and as soon as it began to dawn on him that the other was
19428 endeavouring to help himself to the thing he involuntarily determined
19429 to help him himself and so he accordingly took hold of the neck of the
19430 mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and
19431 made a capacious hole in it by pouring a lot of it out with, also at the
19432 same time, however, a considerable degree of attentiveness in order not
19433 to upset any of the beer that was in it about the place.
19434
19435 The debate which ensued was in its scope and progress an epitome of the
19436 course of life. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. The
19437 debaters were the keenest in the land, the theme they were engaged on
19438 the loftiest and most vital. The high hall of Horne's house had never
19439 beheld an assembly so representative and so varied nor had the
19440 old rafters of that establishment ever listened to a language so
19441 encyclopaedic. A gallant scene in truth it made. Crotthers was there at
19442 the foot of the table in his striking Highland garb, his face glowing
19443 from the briny airs of the Mull of Galloway. There too, opposite to him,
19444 was Lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity
19445 and premature wisdom. Next the Scotchman was the place assigned to
19446 Costello, the eccentric, while at his side was seated in stolid repose
19447 the squat form of Madden. The chair of the resident indeed stood vacant
19448 before the hearth but on either flank of it the figure of Bannon in
19449 explorer's kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted
19450 sharply with the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi
19451 Roland St John Mulligan. Lastly at the head of the board was the young
19452 poet who found a refuge from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical
19453 inquisition in the convivial atmosphere of Socratic discussion, while
19454 to right and left of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator,
19455 fresh from the hippodrome, and that vigilant wanderer, soiled by the
19456 dust of travel and combat and stained by the mire of an indelible
19457 dishonour, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril
19458 or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that voluptuous
19459 loveliness which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages
19460 yet to come.
19461
19462 It had better be stated here and now at the outset that the perverted
19463 transcendentalism to which Mr S. Dedalus' (Div. Scep.) contentions
19464 would appear to prove him pretty badly addicted runs directly counter to
19465 accepted scientific methods. Science, it cannot be too often repeated,
19466 deals with tangible phenomena. The man of science like the man in the
19467 street has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be blinked and explain
19468 them as best he can. There may be, it is true, some questions which
19469 science cannot answer--at present--such as the first problem submitted
19470 by Mr L. Bloom (Pubb. Canv.) regarding the future determination of sex.
19471 Must we accept the view of Empedocles of Trinacria that the right ovary
19472 (the postmenstrual period, assert others) is responsible for the birth
19473 of males or are the too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the
19474 differentiating factors or is it, as most embryologists incline to
19475 opine, such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig,
19476 Leopold and Valenti, a mixture of both? This would be tantamount to
19477 a cooperation (one of nature's favourite devices) between the _nisus
19478 formativus_ of the nemasperm on the one hand and on the other a happily
19479 chosen position, _succubitus felix_ of the passive element. The other
19480 problem raised by the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant
19481 mortality. It is interesting because, as he pertinently remarks, we
19482 are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways. Mr M.
19483 Mulligan (Hyg. et Eug. Doc.) blames the sanitary conditions in which
19484 our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. by
19485 inhaling the bacteria which lurk in dust. These factors, he alleged,
19486 and the revolting spectacles offered by our streets, hideous publicity
19487 posters, religious ministers of all denominations, mutilated soldiers
19488 and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers, the suspended carcases of
19489 dead animals, paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas--these, he
19490 said, were accountable for any and every fallingoff in the calibre of
19491 the race. Kalipedia, he prophesied, would soon be generally adopted
19492 and all the graces of life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature,
19493 light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of
19494 the classical statues such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured
19495 photographs of prize babies, all these little attentions would enable
19496 ladies who were in a particular condition to pass the intervening months
19497 in a most enjoyable manner. Mr J. Crotthers (Disc. Bacc.) attributes
19498 some of these demises to abdominal trauma in the case of women workers
19499 subjected to heavy labours in the workshop and to marital discipline in
19500 the home but by far the vast majority to neglect, private or official,
19501 culminating in the exposure of newborn infants, the practice of criminal
19502 abortion or in the atrocious crime of infanticide. Although the former
19503 (we are thinking of neglect) is undoubtedly only too true the case he
19504 cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges in the peritoneal cavity
19505 is too rare to be normative. In fact when one comes to look into it the
19506 wonder is that so many pregnancies and deliveries go off so well as they
19507 do, all things considered and in spite of our human shortcomings which
19508 often baulk nature in her intentions. An ingenious suggestion is
19509 that thrown out by Mr V. Lynch (Bacc. Arith.) that both natality and
19510 mortality, as well as all other phenomena of evolution, tidal movements,
19511 lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general, everything, in
19512 fine, in nature's vast workshop from the extinction of some remote sun
19513 to the blossoming of one of the countless flowers which beautify our
19514 public parks is subject to a law of numeration as yet unascertained.
19515 Still the plain straightforward question why a child of normally healthy
19516 parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs
19517 unaccountably in early childhood (though other children of the same
19518 marriage do not) must certainly, in the poet's words, give us pause.
19519 Nature, we may rest assured, has her own good and cogent reasons for
19520 whatever she does and in all probability such deaths are due to some law
19521 of anticipation by which organisms in which morbous germs have taken
19522 up their residence (modern science has conclusively shown that only the
19523 plasmic substance can be said to be immortal) tend to disappear at an
19524 increasingly earlier stage of development, an arrangement which, though
19525 productive of pain to some of our feelings (notably the maternal), is
19526 nevertheless, some of us think, in the long run beneficial to the
19527 race in general in securing thereby the survival of the fittest. Mr S.
19528 Dedalus' (Div. Scep.) remark (or should it be called an interruption?)
19529 that an omnivorous being which can masticate, deglute, digest and
19530 apparently pass through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect
19531 imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females
19532 emaciated by parturition, corpulent professional gentlemen, not to speak
19533 of jaundiced politicians and chlorotic nuns, might possibly find gastric
19534 relief in an innocent collation of staggering bob, reveals as nought
19535 else could and in a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to.
19536 For the enlightenment of those who are not so intimately acquainted with
19537 the minutiae of the municipal abattoir as this morbidminded esthete and
19538 embryo philosopher who for all his overweening bumptiousness in things
19539 scientific can scarcely distinguish an acid from an alkali prides
19540 himself on being, it should perhaps be stated that staggering bob in
19541 the vile parlance of our lowerclass licensed victuallers signifies the
19542 cookable and eatable flesh of a calf newly dropped from its mother. In
19543 a recent public controversy with Mr L. Bloom (Pubb. Canv.) which took
19544 place in the commons' hall of the National Maternity Hospital, 29, 30
19545 and 31 Holles street, of which, as is well known, Dr A. Horne (Lic. in
19546 Midw., F. K. Q. C. P. I.) is the able and popular master, he is reported
19547 by eyewitnesses as having stated that once a woman has let the cat
19548 into the bag (an esthete's allusion, presumably, to one of the most
19549 complicated and marvellous of all nature's processes--the act of sexual
19550 congress) she must let it out again or give it life, as he phrased it,
19551 to save her own. At the risk of her own, was the telling rejoinder of
19552 his interlocutor, none the less effective for the moderate and measured
19553 tone in which it was delivered.
19554
19555 Meanwhile the skill and patience of the physician had brought about a
19556 happy _accouchement._ It had been a weary weary while both for patient
19557 and doctor. All that surgical skill could do was done and the brave
19558 woman had manfully helped. She had. She had fought the good fight and
19559 now she was very very happy. Those who have passed on, who have gone
19560 before, are happy too as they gaze down and smile upon the touching
19561 scene. Reverently look at her as she reclines there with the motherlight
19562 in her eyes, that longing hunger for baby fingers (a pretty sight it is
19563 to see), in the first bloom of her new motherhood, breathing a silent
19564 prayer of thanksgiving to One above, the Universal Husband. And as her
19565 loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, to have
19566 her dear Doady there with her to share her joy, to lay in his arms that
19567 mite of God's clay, the fruit of their lawful embraces. He is older now
19568 (you and I may whisper it) and a trifle stooped in the shoulders yet
19569 in the whirligig of years a grave dignity has come to the conscientious
19570 second accountant of the Ulster bank, College Green branch. O Doady,
19571 loved one of old, faithful lifemate now, it may never be again, that
19572 faroff time of the roses! With the old shake of her pretty head she
19573 recalls those days. God! How beautiful now across the mist of years! But
19574 their children are grouped in her imagination about the bedside, hers
19575 and his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert (if he had lived), Mamy,
19576 Budgy (Victoria Frances), Tom, Violet Constance Louisa, darling little
19577 Bobsy (called after our famous hero of the South African war, lord Bobs
19578 of Waterford and Candahar) and now this last pledge of their union, a
19579 Purefoy if ever there was one, with the true Purefoy nose. Young hopeful
19580 will be christened Mortimer Edward after the influential third cousin of
19581 Mr Purefoy in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle. And so
19582 time wags on: but father Cronion has dealt lightly here. No, let no sigh
19583 break from that bosom, dear gentle Mina. And Doady, knock the ashes from
19584 your pipe, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings for
19585 you (may it be the distant day!) and dout the light whereby you read
19586 in the Sacred Book for the oil too has run low, and so with a tranquil
19587 heart to bed, to rest. He knows and will call in His own good time. You
19588 too have fought the good fight and played loyally your man's part. Sir,
19589 to you my hand. Well done, thou good and faithful servant!
19590
19591 There are sins or (let us call them as the world calls them) evil
19592 memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart
19593 but they abide there and wait. He may suffer their memory to grow dim,
19594 let them be as though they had not been and all but persuade himself
19595 that they were not or at least were otherwise. Yet a chance word will
19596 call them forth suddenly and they will rise up to confront him in the
19597 most various circumstances, a vision or a dream, or while timbrel
19598 and harp soothe his senses or amid the cool silver tranquility of the
19599 evening or at the feast, at midnight, when he is now filled with wine.
19600 Not to insult over him will the vision come as over one that lies under
19601 her wrath, not for vengeance to cut him off from the living but shrouded
19602 in the piteous vesture of the past, silent, remote, reproachful.
19603
19604 The stranger still regarded on the face before him a slow recession of
19605 that false calm there, imposed, as it seemed, by habit or some studied
19606 trick, upon words so embittered as to accuse in their speaker an
19607 unhealthiness, a _flair,_ for the cruder things of life. A scene
19608 disengages itself in the observer's memory, evoked, it would seem, by
19609 a word of so natural a homeliness as if those days were really present
19610 there (as some thought) with their immediate pleasures. A shaven space
19611 of lawn one soft May evening, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at
19612 Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the game but
19613 with much real interest in the pellets as they run slowly forward over
19614 the sward or collide and stop, one by its fellow, with a brief alert
19615 shock. And yonder about that grey urn where the water moves at times
19616 in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey,
19617 Atty, Tiny and their darker friend with I know not what of arresting in
19618 her pose then, Our Lady of the Cherries, a comely brace of them pendent
19619 from an ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of the skin so daintily
19620 against the cool ardent fruit. A lad of four or five in linseywoolsey
19621 (blossomtime but there will be cheer in the kindly hearth when ere long
19622 the bowls are gathered and hutched) is standing on the urn secured by
19623 that circle of girlish fond hands. He frowns a little just as this young
19624 man does now with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of the danger but
19625 must needs glance at whiles towards where his mother watches from the
19626 PIAZZETTA giving upon the flowerclose with a faint shadow of remoteness
19627 or of reproach (_alles Vergangliche_) in her glad look.
19628
19629 Mark this farther and remember. The end comes suddenly. Enter that
19630 antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their
19631 faces. Nothing, as it seems, there of rash or violent. Quietude of
19632 custody, rather, befitting their station in that house, the vigilant
19633 watch of shepherds and of angels about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long
19634 ago. But as before the lightning the serried stormclouds, heavy with
19635 preponderant excess of moisture, in swollen masses turgidly distended,
19636 compass earth and sky in one vast slumber, impending above parched field
19637 and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an
19638 instant a flash rives their centres and with the reverberation of the
19639 thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so and not otherwise was the
19640 transformation, violent and instantaneous, upon the utterance of the
19641 word.
19642
19643 Burke's! outflings my lord Stephen, giving the cry, and a tag and
19644 bobtail of all them after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, pilldoctor,
19645 punctual Bloom at heels with a universal grabbing at headgear,
19646 ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and
19647 what not. A dedale of lusty youth, noble every student there. Nurse
19648 Callan taken aback in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon
19649 coming downstairs with news of placentation ended, a full pound if a
19650 milligramme. They hark him on. The door! It is open? Ha! They are out,
19651 tumultuously, off for a minute's race, all bravely legging it, Burke's
19652 of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Dixon follows giving them
19653 sharp language but raps out an oath, he too, and on. Bloom stays with
19654 nurse a thought to send a kind word to happy mother and nurseling up
19655 there. Doctor Diet and Doctor Quiet. Looks she too not other now? Ward
19656 of watching in Horne's house has told its tale in that washedout pallor.
19657 Then all being gone, a glance of motherwit helping, he whispers close in
19658 going: Madam, when comes the storkbird for thee?
19659
19660 The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence
19661 celestial, glistening on Dublin stone there under starshiny _coelum._
19662 God's air, the Allfather's air, scintillant circumambient cessile air.
19663 Breathe it deep into thee. By heaven, Theodore Purefoy, thou hast done a
19664 doughty deed and no botch! Thou art, I vow, the remarkablest progenitor
19665 barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle.
19666 Astounding! In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which
19667 thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man's work. Cleave to her!
19668 Serve! Toil on, labour like a very bandog and let scholarment and all
19669 Malthusiasts go hang. Thou art all their daddies, Theodore. Art drooping
19670 under thy load, bemoiled with butcher's bills at home and ingots (not
19671 thine!) in the countinghouse? Head up! For every newbegotten thou shalt
19672 gather thy homer of ripe wheat. See, thy fleece is drenched. Dost envy
19673 Darby Dullman there with his Joan? A canting jay and a rheumeyed
19674 curdog is all their progeny. Pshaw, I tell thee! He is a mule, a dead
19675 gasteropod, without vim or stamina, not worth a cracked kreutzer.
19676 Copulation without population! No, say I! Herod's slaughter of the
19677 innocents were the truer name. Vegetables, forsooth, and sterile
19678 cohabitation! Give her beefsteaks, red, raw, bleeding! She is a hoary
19679 pandemonium of ills, enlarged glands, mumps, quinsy, bunions, hayfever,
19680 bedsores, ringworm, floating kidney, Derbyshire neck, warts, bilious
19681 attacks, gallstones, cold feet, varicose veins. A truce to threnes and
19682 trentals and jeremies and all such congenital defunctive music! Twenty
19683 years of it, regret them not. With thee it was not as with many that
19684 will and would and wait and never--do. Thou sawest thy America, thy
19685 lifetask, and didst charge to cover like the transpontine bison. How
19686 saith Zarathustra? _Deine Kuh Trübsal melkest Du. Nun Trinkst Du die
19687 süsse Milch des Euters_. See! it displodes for thee in abundance. Drink,
19688 man, an udderful! Mother's milk, Purefoy, the milk of human kin, milk
19689 too of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour,
19690 punch milk, such as those rioters will quaff in their guzzling den, milk
19691 of madness, the honeymilk of Canaan's land. Thy cow's dug was tough,
19692 what? Ay, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. No dollop this
19693 but thick rich bonnyclaber. To her, old patriarch! Pap! _Per deam
19694 Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum_!
19695
19696 All off for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the street. Bonafides.
19697 Where you slep las nigh? Timothy of the battered naggin. Like ole
19698 Billyo. Any brollies or gumboots in the fambly? Where the Henry Nevil's
19699 sawbones and ole clo? Sorra one o' me knows. Hurrah there, Dix! Forward
19700 to the ribbon counter. Where's Punch? All serene. Jay, look at the
19701 drunken minister coming out of the maternity hospal! _Benedicat vos
19702 omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius_. A make, mister. The Denzille lane
19703 boys. Hell, blast ye! Scoot. Righto, Isaacs, shove em out of the
19704 bleeding limelight. Yous join uz, dear sir? No hentrusion in life. Lou
19705 heap good man. Allee samee dis bunch. _En avant, mes enfants_! Fire
19706 away number one on the gun. Burke's! Burke's! Thence they advanced five
19707 parasangs. Slattery's mounted foot. Where's that bleeding awfur? Parson
19708 Steve, apostates' creed! No, no, Mulligan! Abaft there! Shove ahead.
19709 Keep a watch on the clock. Chuckingout time. Mullee! What's on you? _Ma
19710 mère m'a mariée._ British Beatitudes! _Retamplatan Digidi Boumboum_.
19711 Ayes have it. To be printed and bound at the Druiddrum press by two
19712 designing females. Calf covers of pissedon green. Last word in art
19713 shades. Most beautiful book come out of Ireland my time. _Silentium!_
19714 Get a spurt on. Tention. Proceed to nearest canteen and there annex
19715 liquor stores. March! Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are (atitudes!)
19716 parching. Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs battleships, buggery
19717 and bishops. Whether on the scaffold high. Beer, beef, trample the
19718 bibles. When for Irelandear. Trample the trampellers. Thunderation! Keep
19719 the durned millingtary step. We fall. Bishops boosebox. Halt! Heave to.
19720 Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wow, my tootsies! You hurt? Most
19721 amazingly sorry!
19722
19723 Query. Who's astanding this here do? Proud possessor of damnall. Declare
19724 misery. Bet to the ropes. Me nantee saltee. Not a red at me this week
19725 gone. Yours? Mead of our fathers for the _Ãœbermensch._ Dittoh. Five
19726 number ones. You, sir? Ginger cordial. Chase me, the cabby's caudle.
19727 Stimulate the caloric. Winding of his ticker. Stopped short never to go
19728 again when the old. Absinthe for me, savvy? _Caramba!_ Have an eggnog or
19729 a prairie oyster. Enemy? Avuncular's got my timepiece. Ten to. Obligated
19730 awful. Don't mention it. Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix? Pos fact. Got
19731 bet be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten.
19732 Digs up near the Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yup, sartin I do.
19733 Full of a dure. See her in her dishybilly. Peels off a credit. Lovey
19734 lovekin. None of your lean kine, not much. Pull down the blind, love.
19735 Two Ardilauns. Same here. Look slippery. If you fall don't wait to get
19736 up. Five, seven, nine. Fine! Got a prime pair of mincepies, no kid. And
19737 her take me to rests and her anker of rum. Must be seen to be believed.
19738 Your starving eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart, O
19739 gluepot. Sir? Spud again the rheumatiz? All poppycock, you'll scuse me
19740 saying. For the hoi polloi. I vear thee beest a gert vool. Well, doc?
19741 Back fro Lapland? Your corporosity sagaciating O K? How's the squaws
19742 and papooses? Womanbody after going on the straw? Stand and deliver.
19743 Password. There's hair. Ours the white death and the ruddy birth. Hi!
19744 Spit in your own eye, boss! Mummer's wire. Cribbed out of Meredith.
19745 Jesified, orchidised, polycimical jesuit! Aunty mine's writing Pa Kinch.
19746 Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi.
19747
19748 Hurroo! Collar the leather, youngun. Roun wi the nappy. Here, Jock braw
19749 Hielentman's your barleybree. Lang may your lum reek and your kailpot
19750 boil! My tipple. _Merci._ Here's to us. How's that? Leg before wicket.
19751 Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Give's a shake of peppe, you there.
19752 Catch aholt. Caraway seed to carry away. Twig? Shrieks of silence. Every
19753 cove to his gentry mort. Venus Pandemos. _Les petites femmes_. Bold bad
19754 girl from the town of Mullingar. Tell her I was axing at her. Hauding
19755 Sara by the wame. On the road to Malahide. Me? If she who seduced me had
19756 left but the name. What do you want for ninepence? Machree, macruiskeen.
19757 Smutty Moll for a mattress jig. And a pull all together. _Ex!_
19758
19759 Waiting, guvnor? Most deciduously. Bet your boots on. Stunned like,
19760 seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Underconstumble? He've got the
19761 chink _ad lib_. Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn.
19762 Us come right in on your invite, see? Up to you, matey. Out with the
19763 oof. Two bar and a wing. You larn that go off of they there Frenchy
19764 bilks? Won't wash here for nuts nohow. Lil chile velly solly. Ise de
19765 cutest colour coon down our side. Gawds teruth, Chawley. We are nae fou.
19766 We're nae tha fou. Au reservoir, mossoo. Tanks you.
19767
19768 'Tis, sure. What say? In the speakeasy. Tight. I shee you, shir. Bantam,
19769 two days teetee. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Garn! Have a glint, do.
19770 Gum, I'm jiggered. And been to barber he have. Too full for words. With
19771 a railway bloke. How come you so? Opera he'd like? Rose of Castile. Rows
19772 of cast. Police! Some H2O for a gent fainted. Look at Bantam's flowers.
19773 Gemini. He's going to holler. The colleen bawn. My colleen bawn. O,
19774 cheese it! Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand. Had the winner
19775 today till I tipped him a dead cert. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen
19776 Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. He strike a telegramboy paddock wire
19777 big bug Bass to the depot. Shove him a joey and grahamise. Mare on form
19778 hot order. Guinea to a goosegog. Tell a cram, that. Gospeltrue. Criminal
19779 diversion? I think that yes. Sure thing. Land him in chokeechokee if the
19780 harman beck copped the game. Madden back Madden's a maddening back. O
19781 lust our refuge and our strength. Decamping. Must you go? Off to mammy.
19782 Stand by. Hide my blushes someone. All in if he spots me. Come ahome,
19783 our Bantam. Horryvar, mong vioo. Dinna forget the cowslips for hersel.
19784 Cornfide. Wha gev ye thon colt? Pal to pal. Jannock. Of John Thomas, her
19785 spouse. No fake, old man Leo. S'elp me, honest injun. Shiver my timbers
19786 if I had. There's a great big holy friar. Vyfor you no me tell? Vel,
19787 I ses, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I vil get misha mishinnah.
19788 Through yerd our lord, Amen.
19789
19790 You move a motion? Steve boy, you're going it some. More bluggy
19791 drunkables? Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of
19792 most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate
19793 one expensive inaugurated libation? Give's a breather. Landlord,
19794 landlord, have you good wine, staboo? Hoots, mon, a wee drap to pree.
19795 Cut and come again. Right. Boniface! Absinthe the lot. _Nos omnes
19796 biberimus viridum toxicum diabolus capiat posterioria nostria_.
19797 Closingtime, gents. Eh? Rome boose for the Bloom toff. I hear you say
19798 onions? Bloo? Cadges ads. Photo's papli, by all that's gorgeous. Play
19799 low, pardner. Slide. _Bonsoir la compagnie_. And snares of the poxfiend.
19800 Where's the buck and Namby Amby? Skunked? Leg bail. Aweel, ye maun e'en
19801 gang yer gates. Checkmate. King to tower. Kind Kristyann wil yu help
19802 yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown
19803 of his hed 2 night. Crickey, I'm about sprung. Tarnally dog gone my
19804 shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. Item, curate,
19805 couple of cookies for this child. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none! Not
19806 a pite of sheeses? Thrust syphilis down to hell and with him those other
19807 licensed spirits. Time, gents! Who wander through the world. Health all!
19808 _a la vôtre_!
19809
19810 Golly, whatten tunket's yon guy in the mackintosh? Dusty Rhodes. Peep
19811 at his wearables. By mighty! What's he got? Jubilee mutton. Bovril,
19812 by James. Wants it real bad. D'ye ken bare socks? Seedy cuss in the
19813 Richmond? Rawthere! Thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis.
19814 Trumpery insanity. Bartle the Bread we calls him. That, sir, was once
19815 a prosperous cit. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all
19816 forlorn. Slung her hook, she did. Here see lost love. Walking Mackintosh
19817 of lonely canyon. Tuck and turn in. Schedule time. Nix for the hornies.
19818 Pardon? Seen him today at a runefal? Chum o' yourn passed in his checks?
19819 Ludamassy! Pore piccaninnies! Thou'll no be telling me thot, Pold veg!
19820 Did ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney was took off in black
19821 bag? Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. I never see the like
19822 since I was born. _Tiens, tiens_, but it is well sad, that, my faith,
19823 yes. O, get, rev on a gradient one in nine. Live axle drives are souped.
19824 Lay you two to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow. Jappies? High
19825 angle fire, inyah! Sunk by war specials. Be worse for him, says he, nor
19826 any Rooshian. Time all. There's eleven of them. Get ye gone. Forward,
19827 woozy wobblers! Night. Night. May Allah the Excellent One your soul this
19828 night ever tremendously conserve.
19829
19830 Your attention! We're nae tha fou. The Leith police dismisseth us. The
19831 least tholice. Ware hawks for the chap puking. Unwell in his abominable
19832 regions. Yooka. Night. Mona, my true love. Yook. Mona, my own love. Ook.
19833
19834 Hark! Shut your obstropolos. Pflaap! Pflaap! Blaze on. There she goes.
19835 Brigade! Bout ship. Mount street way. Cut up! Pflaap! Tally ho. You not
19836 come? Run, skelter, race. Pflaaaap!
19837
19838 Lynch! Hey? Sign on long o' me. Denzille lane this way. Change here for
19839 Bawdyhouse. We two, she said, will seek the kips where shady Mary is.
19840 Righto, any old time. _Laetabuntur in cubilibus suis_. You coming long?
19841 Whisper, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the black duds? Hush! Sinned
19842 against the light and even now that day is at hand when he shall come to
19843 judge the world by fire. Pflaap! _Ut implerentur scripturae_. Strike
19844 up a ballad. Then outspake medical Dick to his comrade medical Davy.
19845 Christicle, who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the Merrion
19846 hall? Elijah is coming! Washed in the blood of the Lamb. Come on you
19847 winefizzling, ginsizzling, booseguzzling existences! Come on, you
19848 dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed
19849 fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! Come on, you triple
19850 extract of infamy! Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's my name, that's
19851 yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok.
19852 The Deity aint no nickel dime bumshow. I put it to you that He's on the
19853 square and a corking fine business proposition. He's the grandest thing
19854 yet and don't you forget it. Shout salvation in King Jesus. You'll
19855 need to rise precious early you sinner there, if you want to diddle the
19856 Almighty God. Pflaaaap! Not half. He's got a coughmixture with a punch
19857 in it for you, my friend, in his back pocket. Just you try it on.
19858
19859
19860
19861 _The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches
19862 an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red and green
19863 will-o'-the-wisps and danger signals. Rows of grimy houses with gaping
19864 doors. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins. Round Rabaiotti's halted ice
19865 gondola stunted men and women squabble. They grab wafers between which
19866 are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. Sucking, they scatter slowly.
19867 Children. The swancomb of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the
19868 murk, white and blue under a lighthouse. Whistles call and answer._
19869
19870 THE CALLS: Wait, my love, and I'll be with you.
19871
19872 THE ANSWERS: Round behind the stable.
19873
19874 _(A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, his shapeless mouth dribbling,
19875 jerks past, shaken in Saint Vitus' dance. A chain of children 's hands
19876 imprisons him.)_
19877
19878 THE CHILDREN: Kithogue! Salute!
19879
19880 THE IDIOT: _(Lifts a palsied left arm and gurgles)_ Grhahute!
19881
19882 THE CHILDREN: Where's the great light?
19883
19884 THE IDIOT: _(Gobbing)_ Ghaghahest.
19885
19886 _(They release him. He jerks on. A pigmy woman swings on a rope slung
19887 between two railings, counting. A form sprawled against a dustbin and
19888 muffled by its arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, and
19889 snores again. On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches
19890 to shoulder a sack of rags and bones. A crone standing by with a smoky
19891 oillamp rams her last bottle in the maw of his sack. He heaves his
19892 booty, tugs askew his peaked cap and hobbles off mutely. The crone
19893 makes back for her lair, swaying her lamp. A bandy child, asquat on the
19894 doorstep with a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her in spurts,
19895 clutches her skirt, scrambles up. A drunken navvy grips with both hands
19896 the railings of an area, lurching heavily. At a comer two night watch in
19897 shouldercapes, their hands upon their staffholsters, loom tall. A plate
19898 crashes: a woman screams: a child wails. Oaths of a man roar, mutter,
19899 cease. Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens. In a room lit by a
19900 candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the hair
19901 of a scrofulous child. Cissy Caffrey's voice, still young, sings shrill
19902 from a lane.)_
19903
19904 CISSY CAFFREY:
19905
19906 _I gave it to Molly
19907 Because she was jolly,
19908 The leg of the duck,
19909 The leg of the duck._
19910
19911 _(Private Carr and Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in their oxters,
19912 as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their
19913 mouths a volleyed fart. Laughter of men from the lane. A hoarse virago
19914 retorts.)_
19915
19916 THE VIRAGO: Signs on you, hairy arse. More power the Cavan girl.
19917
19918 CISSY CAFFREY: More luck to me. Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet. _(She
19919 sings)_
19920
19921 _I gave it to Nelly
19922 To stick in her belly,
19923 The leg of the duck,
19924 The leg of the duck._
19925
19926 _(Private Carr and Private Compton turn and counterretort, their tunics
19927 bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped
19928 polls. Stephen Dedalus and Lynch pass through the crowd close to the
19929 redcoats.)_
19930
19931 PRIVATE COMPTON: _(Jerks his finger)_ Way for the parson.
19932
19933 PRIVATE CARR: _(Turns and calls)_ What ho, parson!
19934
19935 CISSY CAFFREY: _(Her voice soaring higher)_
19936
19937 _She has it, she got it,
19938 Wherever she put it,
19939 The leg of the duck._
19940
19941 _(Stephen, flourishing the ashplant in his left hand, chants with joy
19942 the_ introit _for paschal time. Lynch, his jockeycap low on his brow,
19943 attends him, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face.)_
19944
19945 STEPHEN: _Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. Alleluia_.
19946
19947 _(The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protrude from a
19948 doorway.)_
19949
19950 THE BAWD: _(Her voice whispering huskily)_ Sst! Come here till I tell
19951 you. Maidenhead inside. Sst!
19952
19953 STEPHEN: _(Altius aliquantulum) Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista_.
19954
19955 THE BAWD: _(Spits in their trail her jet of venom)_ Trinity medicals.
19956 Fallopian tube. All prick and no pence.
19957
19958 _(Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws her shawl
19959 across her nostrils.)_
19960
19961 EDY BOARDMAN: _(Bickering)_ And says the one: I seen you up Faithful
19962 place with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his
19963 cometobed hat. Did you, says I. That's not for you to say, says I. You
19964 never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says I. The
19965 likes of her! Stag that one is! Stubborn as a mule! And her walking with
19966 two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the enginedriver, and lancecorporal
19967 Oliphant.
19968
19969 STEPHEN: _(Ttriumphaliter) Salvi facti sunt._
19970
19971 _(He flourishes his ashplant, shivering the lamp image, shattering light
19972 over the world. A liver and white spaniel on the prowl slinks after him,
19973 growling. Lynch scares it with a kick.)_
19974
19975 LYNCH: So that?
19976
19977 STEPHEN: (_Looks behind_) So that gesture, not music not odour, would be
19978 a universal language, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay
19979 sense but the first entelechy, the structural rhythm.
19980
19981 LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology. Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!
19982
19983 STEPHEN: We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Even
19984 the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of
19985 love.
19986
19987 LYNCH: Ba!
19988
19989 STEPHEN: Anyway, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug?
19990 This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar.
19991 Hold my stick.
19992
19993 LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick. Where are we going?
19994
19995 STEPHEN: Lecherous lynx, _to la belle dame sans merci,_ Georgina
19996 Johnson, _ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam._
19997
19998 _(Stephen thrusts the ashplant on him and slowly holds out his hands,
19999 his head going back till both hands are a span from his breast, down
20000 turned, in planes intersecting, the fingers about to part, the left
20001 being higher.)_
20002
20003 LYNCH: Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the
20004 customhouse. Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk.
20005
20006 _(They pass. Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a gaslamp and, clasping, climbs
20007 in spasms. From the top spur he slides down. Jacky Caffrey clasps to
20008 climb. The navvy lurches against the lamp. The twins scuttle off in the
20009 dark. The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against a wing of his
20010 nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot.
20011 Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring
20012 cresset._
20013
20014 _Snakes of river fog creep slowly. From drains, clefts, cesspools,
20015 middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes. A glow leaps in the south
20016 beyond the seaward reaches of the river. The navvy, staggering forward,
20017 cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding on the farther side
20018 under the railway bridge bloom appears, flushed, panting, cramming bread
20019 and chocolate into a sidepocket. From Gillen's hairdresser's window a
20020 composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image. A concave mirror
20021 at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom. Grave
20022 Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom. he passes, struck by the
20023 stare of truculent Wellington, but in the convex mirror grin unstruck
20024 the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy._
20025
20026 _At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the bright
20027 arclamp. He disappears. In a moment he reappears and hurries on.)_
20028
20029 BLOOM: Fish and taters. N. g. Ah!
20030
20031 _(He disappears into Olhausen's, the porkbutcher's, under the downcoming
20032 rollshutter. A few moments later he emerges from under the shutter,
20033 puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom. In each hand he holds a parcel, one
20034 containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the other a cold sheep's trotter,
20035 sprinkled with wholepepper. He gasps, standing upright. Then bending to
20036 one side he presses a parcel against his ribs and groans.)_
20037
20038 BLOOM: Stitch in my side. Why did I run?
20039
20040 _(He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the lampset
20041 siding. The glow leaps again.)_
20042
20043 BLOOM: What is that? A flasher? Searchlight.
20044
20045 _(He stands at Cormack's corner, watching)_
20046
20047 BLOOM: _Aurora borealis_ or a steel foundry? Ah, the brigade, of course.
20048 South side anyhow. Big blaze. Might be his house. Beggar's bush. We're
20049 safe. _(He hums cheerfully)_ London's burning, London's burning! On
20050 fire, on fire! (_He catches sight of the navvy lurching through the
20051 crowd at the farther side of Talbot street_) I'll miss him. Run. Quick.
20052 Better cross here.
20053
20054 _(He darts to cross the road. Urchins shout.)_
20055
20056 THE URCHINS: Mind out, mister! (_Two cyclists, with lighted paper
20057 lanterns aswing, swim by him, grazing him, their bells rattling_)
20058
20059 THE BELLS: Haltyaltyaltyall.
20060
20061 BLOOM: _(Halts erect, stung by a spasm)_ Ow!
20062
20063 _(He looks round, darts forward suddenly. Through rising fog a dragon
20064 sandstrewer, travelling at caution, slews heavily down upon him,
20065 its huge red headlight winking, its trolley hissing on the wire. The
20066 motorman bangs his footgong.)_
20067
20068 THE GONG: Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo.
20069
20070 _(The brake cracks violently. Bloom, raising a policeman's whitegloved
20071 hand, blunders stifflegged out of the track. The motorman, thrown
20072 forward, pugnosed, on the guidewheel, yells as he slides past over
20073 chains and keys.)_
20074
20075 THE MOTORMAN: Hey, shitbreeches, are you doing the hat trick?
20076
20077 BLOOM: _(Bloom trickleaps to the curbstone and halts again. He brushes a
20078 mudflake from his cheek with a parcelled hand.)_ No thoroughfare. Close
20079 shave that but cured the stitch. Must take up Sandow's exercises again.
20080 On the hands down. Insure against street accident too. The Providential.
20081 _(He feels his trouser pocket)_ Poor mamma's panacea. Heel easily catch
20082 in track or bootlace in a cog. Day the wheel of the black Maria peeled
20083 off my shoe at Leonard's corner. Third time is the charm. Shoe trick.
20084 Insolent driver. I ought to report him. Tension makes them nervous.
20085 Might be the fellow balked me this morning with that horsey woman. Same
20086 style of beauty. Quick of him all the same. The stiff walk. True word
20087 spoken in jest. That awful cramp in Lad lane. Something poisonous I
20088 ate. Emblem of luck. Why? Probably lost cattle. Mark of the beast. _(He
20089 closes his eyes an instant)_ Bit light in the head. Monthly or effect of
20090 the other. Brainfogfag. That tired feeling. Too much for me now. Ow!
20091
20092 (A sinister figure leans on plaited legs against o'beirne's wall, a
20093 visage unknown, injected with dark mercury. From under a wideleaved
20094 sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye.)
20095
20096 BLOOM: _Buenas noches, señorita Blanca, que calle es esta?_
20097
20098 THE FIGURE: (_Impassive, raises a signal arm_) Password. _Sraid Mabbot._
20099
20100 BLOOM: Haha. _Merci._ Esperanto. _Slan leath. (He mutters)_ Gaelic
20101 league spy, sent by that fireeater.
20102
20103 _(He steps forward. A sackshouldered ragman bars his path. He steps
20104 left, ragsackman left.)_
20105
20106 BLOOM: I beg. (_He swerves, sidles, stepaside, slips past and on_.)
20107
20108 BLOOM: Keep to the right, right, right. If there is a signpost planted
20109 by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? I who
20110 lost my way and contributed to the columns of the _Irish Cyclist_ the
20111 letter headed _In darkest Stepaside_. Keep, keep, keep to the right.
20112 Rags and bones at midnight. A fence more likely. First place murderer
20113 makes for. Wash off his sins of the world.
20114
20115 _(Jacky Caffrey, hunted by Tommy Caffrey, runs full tilt against
20116 Bloom.)_
20117
20118 BLOOM: O
20119
20120 _(Shocked, on weak hams, he halts. Tommy and Jacky vanish there, there.
20121 Bloom pats with parcelled hands watch fobpocket, bookpocket, pursepoket,
20122 sweets of sin, potato soap.)_
20123
20124 BLOOM: Beware of pickpockets. Old thieves' dodge. Collide. Then snatch
20125 your purse.
20126
20127 _(The retriever approaches sniffing, nose to the ground. A sprawled form
20128 sneezes. A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the long caftan
20129 of an elder in Zion and a smokingcap with magenta tassels. Horned
20130 spectacles hang down at the wings of the nose. Yellow poison streaks are
20131 on the drawn face.)_
20132
20133 RUDOLPH: Second halfcrown waste money today. I told you not go with
20134 drunken goy ever. So you catch no money.
20135
20136 BLOOM: _(Hides the crubeen and trotter behind his back and, crestfallen,
20137 feels warm and cold feetmeat) Ja, ich weiss, papachi._
20138
20139 RUDOLPH: What you making down this place? Have you no soul? _(with
20140 feeble vulture talons he feels the silent face of Bloom)_ Are you not
20141 my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? Are you not my dear son Leopold
20142 who left the house of his father and left the god of his fathers Abraham
20143 and Jacob?
20144
20145 BLOOM: _(With precaution)_ I suppose so, father. Mosenthal. All that's
20146 left of him.
20147
20148 RUDOLPH: _(Severely)_ One night they bring you home drunk as dog after
20149 spend your good money. What you call them running chaps?
20150
20151 BLOOM: _(In youth's smart blue Oxford suit with white vestslips,
20152 narrowshouldered, in brown Alpine hat, wearing gent's sterling silver
20153 waterbury keyless watch and double curb Albert with seal attached, one
20154 side of him coated with stiffening mud)_ Harriers, father. Only that
20155 once.
20156
20157 RUDOLPH: Once! Mud head to foot. Cut your hand open. Lockjaw. They make
20158 you kaputt, Leopoldleben. You watch them chaps.
20159
20160 BLOOM: _(Weakly)_ They challenged me to a sprint. It was muddy. I
20161 slipped.
20162
20163 RUDOLPH: _(With contempt) Goim nachez_! Nice spectacles for your poor
20164 mother!
20165
20166 BLOOM: Mamma!
20167
20168 ELLEN BLOOM: _(In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow Twankey's
20169 crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind,
20170 grey mittens and cameo brooch, her plaited hair in a crispine net,
20171 appears over the staircase banisters, a slanted candlestick in her hand,
20172 and cries out in shrill alarm)_ O blessed Redeemer, what have they done
20173 to him! My smelling salts! _(She hauls up a reef of skirt and ransacks
20174 the pouch of her striped blay petticoat. A phial, an Agnus Dei, a
20175 shrivelled potato and a celluloid doll fall out)_ Sacred Heart of Mary,
20176 where were you at all at all?
20177
20178 _(Bloom, mumbling, his eyes downcast, begins to bestow his parcels in
20179 his filled pockets but desists, muttering.)_
20180
20181 A VOICE: _(Sharply)_ Poldy!
20182
20183 BLOOM: Who? _(He ducks and wards off a blow clumsily)_ At your service.
20184
20185 _(He looks up. Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in
20186 Turkish costume stands before him. Opulent curves fill out her scarlet
20187 trousers and jacket, slashed with gold. A wide yellow cummerbund girdles
20188 her. A white yashmak, violet in the night, covers her face, leaving free
20189 only her large dark eyes and raven hair.)_
20190
20191 BLOOM: Molly!
20192
20193 MARION: Welly? Mrs Marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to
20194 me. _(Satirically)_ Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?
20195
20196 BLOOM: _(Shifts from foot to foot)_ No, no. Not the least little bit.
20197
20198 _(He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, questions,
20199 hopes, crubeens for her supper, things to tell her, excuse, desire,
20200 spellbound. A coin gleams on her forehead. On her feet are jewelled
20201 toerings. Her ankles are linked by a slender fetterchain. Beside her
20202 a camel, hooded with a turreting turban, waits. A silk ladder of
20203 innumerable rungs climbs to his bobbing howdah. He ambles near with
20204 disgruntled hindquarters. Fiercely she slaps his haunch, her goldcurb
20205 wristbangles angriling, scolding him in Moorish.)_
20206
20207 MARION: Nebrakada! Femininum!
20208
20209 _(The camel, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a tree a large mango fruit,
20210 offers it to his mistress, blinking, in his cloven hoof, then droops his
20211 head and, grunting, with uplifted neck, fumbles to kneel. Bloom stoops
20212 his back for leapfrog.)_
20213
20214 BLOOM: I can give you... I mean as your business menagerer... Mrs
20215 Marion... if you...
20216
20217 MARION: So you notice some change? _(Her hands passing slowly over her
20218 trinketed stomacher, a slow friendly mockery in her eyes)_ O Poldy,
20219 Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! Go and see life. See the
20220 wide world.
20221
20222 BLOOM: I was just going back for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower
20223 water. Shop closes early on Thursday. But the first thing in the
20224 morning. _(He pats divers pockets)_ This moving kidney. Ah!
20225
20226 _(He points to the south, then to the east. A cake of new clean lemon
20227 soap arises, diffusing light and perfume.)_
20228
20229 THE SOAP: We're a capital couple are Bloom and I. He brightens the
20230 earth. I polish the sky.
20231
20232
20233 _(The freckled face of Sweny, the druggist, appears in the disc of the
20234 soapsun.)_
20235
20236 SWENY: Three and a penny, please.
20237
20238 BLOOM: Yes. For my wife. Mrs Marion. Special recipe.
20239
20240 MARION: _(Softly)_ Poldy!
20241
20242 BLOOM: Yes, ma'am?
20243
20244 MARION: _ti trema un poco il cuore?_
20245
20246 _(In disdain she saunters away, plump as a pampered pouter pigeon,
20247 humming the duet from_ Don Giovanni.)
20248
20249 BLOOM: Are you sure about that _voglio_? I mean the pronunciati...
20250
20251 _(He follows, followed by the sniffing terrier. The elderly bawd seizes
20252 his sleeve, the bristles of her chinmole glittering.)_
20253
20254 THE BAWD: Ten shillings a maidenhead. Fresh thing was never touched.
20255 Fifteen. There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk.
20256
20257 _(She points. In the gap of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie
20258 Kelly stands.)_
20259
20260 BRIDIE: Hatch street. Any good in your mind?
20261
20262 _(With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs. A burly rough pursues
20263 with booted strides. He stumbles on the steps, recovers, plunges into
20264 gloom. Weak squeaks of laughter are heard, weaker.)_
20265
20266 THE BAWD: _(Her wolfeyes shining)_ He's getting his pleasure. You won't
20267 get a virgin in the flash houses. Ten shillings. Don't be all night
20268 before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Sixtyseven is a bitch.
20269
20270 _(Leering, Gerty Macdowell limps forward. She draws from behind, ogling,
20271 and shows coyly her bloodied clout.)_
20272
20273 GERTY: With all my worldly goods I thee and thou. _(She murmurs)_ You
20274 did that. I hate you.
20275
20276 BLOOM: I? When? You're dreaming. I never saw you.
20277
20278 THE BAWD: Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. Writing the gentleman
20279 false letters. Streetwalking and soliciting. Better for your mother take
20280 the strap to you at the bedpost, hussy like you.
20281
20282 GERTY: _(To Bloom)_ When you saw all the secrets of my bottom drawer.
20283 _(She paws his sleeve, slobbering)_ Dirty married man! I love you for
20284 doing that to me.
20285
20286 _(She glides away crookedly. Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat
20287 with loose bellows pockets, stands in the causeway, her roguish eyes
20288 wideopen, smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth.)_
20289
20290 MRS BREEN: Mr...
20291
20292 BLOOM: _(Coughs gravely)_ Madam, when we last had this pleasure by
20293 letter dated the sixteenth instant...
20294
20295 MRS BREEN: Mr Bloom! You down here in the haunts of sin! I caught you
20296 nicely! Scamp!
20297
20298 BLOOM: _(Hurriedly)_ Not so loud my name. Whatever do you think of me?
20299 Don't give me away. Walls have ears. How do you do? It's ages since I.
20300 You're looking splendid. Absolutely it. Seasonable weather we are having
20301 this time of year. Black refracts heat. Short cut home here. Interesting
20302 quarter. Rescue of fallen women. Magdalen asylum. I am the secretary...
20303
20304 MRS BREEN: _(Holds up a finger)_ Now, don't tell a big fib! I know
20305 somebody won't like that. O just wait till I see Molly! _(Slily)_
20306 Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!
20307
20308 BLOOM: _(Looks behind)_ She often said she'd like to visit. Slumming.
20309 The exotic, you see. Negro servants in livery too if she had money.
20310 Othello black brute. Eugene Stratton. Even the bones and cornerman at
20311 the Livermore christies. Bohee brothers. Sweep for that matter.
20312
20313 _(Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white duck suits, scarlet socks,
20314 upstarched Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their buttonholes,
20315 leap out. Each has his banjo slung. Their paler smaller negroid hands
20316 jingle the twingtwang wires. Flashing white Kaffir eyes and tusks they
20317 rattle through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing, back to
20318 back, toe heel, heel toe, with smackfatclacking nigger lips.)_
20319
20320 TOM AND SAM:
20321
20322 There's someone in the house with Dina
20323 There's someone in the house, I know,
20324 There's someone in the house with Dina
20325 Playing on the old banjo.
20326
20327 _(They whisk black masks from raw babby faces: then, chuckling,
20328 chortling, trumming, twanging, they diddle diddle cakewalk dance away.)_
20329
20330 BLOOM: _(With a sour tenderish smile)_ A little frivol, shall we, if
20331 you are so inclined? Would you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a
20332 fraction of a second?
20333
20334 MRS BREEN: _(Screams gaily)_ O, you ruck! You ought to see yourself!
20335
20336 BLOOM: For old sake' sake. I only meant a square party, a mixed marriage
20337 mingling of our different little conjugials. You know I had a soft
20338 corner for you. _(Gloomily)_ 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the dear
20339 gazelle.
20340
20341 MRS BREEN: Glory Alice, you do look a holy show! Killing simply. _(She
20342 puts out her hand inquisitively)_ What are you hiding behind your back?
20343 Tell us, there's a dear.
20344
20345 BLOOM: _(Seizes her wrist with his free hand)_ Josie Powell that was,
20346 prettiest deb in Dublin. How time flies by! Do you remember, harking
20347 back in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina
20348 Simpson's housewarming while they were playing the Irving Bishop game,
20349 finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? Subject, what is in this
20350 snuffbox?
20351
20352 MRS BREEN: You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic
20353 recitation and you looked the part. You were always a favourite with the
20354 ladies.
20355
20356 BLOOM: _(Squire of dames, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings,
20357 blue masonic badge in his buttonhole, black bow and mother-of-pearl
20358 studs, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand)_ Ladies and
20359 gentlemen, I give you Ireland, home and beauty.
20360
20361 MRS BREEN: The dear dead days beyond recall. Love's old sweet song.
20362
20363 BLOOM: _(Meaningfully dropping his voice)_ I confess I'm teapot with
20364 curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a little teapot
20365 at present.
20366
20367 MRS BREEN: _(Gushingly)_ Tremendously teapot! London's teapot and I'm
20368 simply teapot all over me! _(She rubs sides with him)_ After the parlour
20369 mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase
20370 ottoman. Under the mistletoe. Two is company.
20371
20372 BLOOM: _(Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with an amber halfmoon, his
20373 fingers and thumb passing slowly down to her soft moist meaty palm which
20374 she surrenders gently)_ The witching hour of night. I took the splinter
20375 out of this hand, carefully, slowly. _(Tenderly, as he slips on her
20376 finger a ruby ring) Là ci darem la mano._
20377
20378 MRS BREEN: _(In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, a
20379 tinsel sylph's diadem on her brow with her dancecard fallen beside
20380 her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, breathing quickly)
20381 Voglio e non._ You're hot! You're scalding! The left hand nearest the
20382 heart.
20383
20384 BLOOM: When you made your present choice they said it was beauty and
20385 the beast. I can never forgive you for that. _(His clenched fist at
20386 his brow)_ Think what it means. All you meant to me then. _(Hoarsely)_
20387 Woman, it's breaking me!
20388
20389 _(Denis Breen, whitetallhatted, with Wisdom Hely's sandwich-boards,
20390 shuffles past them in carpet slippers, his dull beard thrust out,
20391 muttering to right and left. Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the pall of
20392 the ace of spades, dogs him to left and right, doubled in laughter.)_
20393
20394 ALF BERGAN: _(Points jeering at the sandwichboards)_ U. p: Up.
20395
20396 MRS BREEN: _(To Bloom)_ High jinks below stairs. _(She gives him the
20397 glad eye)_ Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? You wanted to.
20398
20399 BLOOM: _(Shocked)_ Molly's best friend! Could you?
20400
20401 MRS BREEN: _(Her pulpy tongue between her lips, offers a pigeon kiss)_
20402 Hnhn. The answer is a lemon. Have you a little present for me there?
20403
20404 BLOOM: _(Offhandedly)_ Kosher. A snack for supper. The home without
20405 potted meat is incomplete. I was at _Leah._ Mrs Bandmann Palmer.
20406 Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. Unfortunately threw away the
20407 programme. Rattling good place round there for pigs' feet. Feel.
20408
20409 _(Richie Goulding, three ladies' hats pinned on his head, appears
20410 weighted to one side by the black legal bag of Collis and Ward on which
20411 a skull and crossbones are painted in white limewash. He opens it
20412 and shows it full of polonies, kippered herrings, Findon haddies and
20413 tightpacked pills.)_
20414
20415 RICHIE: Best value in Dub.
20416
20417 _(Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands on the curbstone, folding his
20418 napkin, waiting to wait.)_
20419
20420 PAT: _(Advances with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy)_ Steak and
20421 kidney. Bottle of lager. Hee hee hee. Wait till I wait.
20422
20423 RICHIE: Goodgod. Inev erate inall...
20424
20425 _(With hanging head he marches doggedly forward. The navvy, lurching by,
20426 gores him with his flaming pronghorn.)_
20427
20428 RICHIE: _(With a cry of pain, his hand to his back)_ Ah! Bright's!
20429 Lights!
20430
20431 BLOOM: _(Ooints to the navvy)_ A spy. Don't attract attention. I hate
20432 stupid crowds. I am not on pleasure bent. I am in a grave predicament.
20433
20434 MRS BREEN: Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and
20435 bull story.
20436
20437 BLOOM: I want to tell you a little secret about how I came to be here.
20438 But you must never tell. Not even Molly. I have a most particular
20439 reason.
20440
20441 MRS BREEN: _(All agog)_ O, not for worlds.
20442
20443 BLOOM: Let's walk on. Shall us?
20444
20445 MRS BREEN: Let's.
20446
20447 _(The bawd makes an unheeded sign. Bloom walks on with Mrs Breen. The
20448 terrier follows, whining piteously, wagging his tail.)_
20449
20450 THE BAWD: Jewman's melt!
20451
20452 BLOOM: _(In an oatmeal sporting suit, a sprig of woodbine in the lapel,
20453 tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white
20454 spats, fawn dustcoat on his arm, tawny red brogues, fieldglasses in
20455 bandolier and a grey billycock hat)_ Do you remember a long long time,
20456 years and years ago, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, was
20457 weaned when we all went together to Fairyhouse races, was it?
20458
20459 MRS BREEN: _(In smart Saxe tailormade, white velours hat and spider
20460 veil)_ Leopardstown.
20461
20462 BLOOM: I mean, Leopardstown. And Molly won seven shillings on a three
20463 year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old
20464 fiveseater shanderadan of a waggonette you were in your heyday then and
20465 you had on that new hat of white velours with a surround of molefur that
20466 Mrs Hayes advised you to buy because it was marked down to nineteen and
20467 eleven, a bit of wire and an old rag of velveteen, and I'll lay you what
20468 you like she did it on purpose...
20469
20470 MRS BREEN: She did, of course, the cat! Don't tell me! Nice adviser!
20471
20472 BLOOM: Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the other ducky
20473 little tammy toque with the bird of paradise wing in it that I admired
20474 on you and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though it was a
20475 pity to kill it, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a thing with
20476 a heart the size of a fullstop.
20477
20478 MRS BREEN: _(Squeezes his arm, simpers)_ Naughty cruel I was!
20479
20480 BLOOM: _(Low, secretly, ever more rapidly)_ And Molly was eating a
20481 sandwich of spiced beef out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. Frankly,
20482 though she had her advisers or admirers, I never cared much for her
20483 style. She was...
20484
20485 MRS BREEN: Too...
20486
20487 BLOOM: Yes. And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly
20488 were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses,
20489 the tea merchant, drove past us in a gig with his daughter, Dancer Moses
20490 was her name, and the poodle in her lap bridled up and you asked me if I
20491 ever heard or read or knew or came across...
20492
20493 MRS BREEN: _(Eagerly)_ Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
20494
20495 _(She fades from his side. Followed by the whining dog he walks on
20496 towards hellsgates. In an archway a standing woman, bent forward, her
20497 feet apart, pisses cowily. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of loiterers
20498 listen to a tale which their brokensnouted gaffer rasps out with raucous
20499 humour. An armless pair of them flop wrestling, growling, in maimed
20500 sodden playfight.)_
20501
20502 THE GAFFER: _(Crouches, his voice twisted in his snout)_ And when Cairns
20503 came down from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing
20504 it into only into the bucket of porter that was there waiting on the
20505 shavings for Derwan's plasterers.
20506
20507 THE LOITERERS: _(Guffaw with cleft palates)_ O jays!
20508
20509 _(Their paintspeckled hats wag. Spattered with size and lime of their
20510 lodges they frisk limblessly about him.)_
20511
20512 BLOOM: Coincidence too. They think it funny. Anything but that. Broad
20513 daylight. Trying to walk. Lucky no woman.
20514
20515 THE LOITERERS: Jays, that's a good one. Glauber salts. O jays, into the
20516 men's porter.
20517
20518 _(Bloom passes. Cheap whores, singly, coupled, shawled, dishevelled,
20519 call from lanes, doors, corners.)_
20520
20521 THE WHORES:
20522
20523 Are you going far, queer fellow?
20524 How's your middle leg?
20525 Got a match on you?
20526 Eh, come here till I stiffen it for you.
20527
20528
20529 _(He plodges through their sump towards the lighted street beyond. From
20530 a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered brazen trunk.
20531 In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the navvy and the two
20532 redcoats.)_
20533
20534 THE NAVVY: _(Belching)_ Where's the bloody house?
20535
20536 THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Purdon street. Shilling a bottle of stout.
20537 Respectable woman.
20538
20539 THE NAVVY: _(Gripping the two redcoats, staggers forward with them)_
20540 Come on, you British army!
20541
20542 PRIVATE CARR: _(Behind his back)_ He aint half balmy.
20543
20544 PRIVATE COMPTON: _(Laughs)_ What ho!
20545
20546 PRIVATE CARR: _(To the navvy)_ Portobello barracks canteen. You ask for
20547 Carr. Just Carr.
20548
20549 THE NAVVY: _(Shouts)_
20550
20551 We are the boys. Of Wexford.
20552
20553 PRIVATE COMPTON: Say! What price the sergeantmajor?
20554
20555 PRIVATE CARR: Bennett? He's my pal. I love old Bennett.
20556
20557 THE NAVVY: _(Shouts)_
20558
20559 The galling chain.
20560 And free our native land.
20561
20562 _(He staggers forward, dragging them with him. Bloom stops, at fault.
20563 The dog approaches, his tongue outlolling, panting)_
20564
20565 BLOOM: Wildgoose chase this. Disorderly houses. Lord knows where they
20566 are gone. Drunks cover distance double quick. Nice mixup. Scene at
20567 Westland row. Then jump in first class with third ticket. Then too far.
20568 Train with engine behind. Might have taken me to Malahide or a siding
20569 for the night or collision. Second drink does it. Once is a dose. What
20570 am I following him for? Still, he's the best of that lot. If I hadn't
20571 heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have
20572 met. Kismet. He'll lose that cash. Relieving office here. Good biz for
20573 cheapjacks, organs. What do ye lack? Soon got, soon gone. Might have
20574 lost my life too with that mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut only
20575 for presence of mind. Can't always save you, though. If I had passed
20576 Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have been shot.
20577 Absence of body. Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages
20578 for shock, five hundred pounds. What was he? Kildare street club toff.
20579 God help his gamekeeper.
20580
20581 _(He gazes ahead, reading on the wall a scrawled chalk legend_ Wet Dream
20582 _and a phallic design._) Odd! Molly drawing on the frosted carriagepane
20583 at Kingstown. What's that like? _(Gaudy dollwomen loll in the lighted
20584 doorways, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes. The
20585 odour of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in slow round ovalling
20586 wreaths.)_
20587
20588 THE WREATHS: Sweet are the sweets. Sweets of sin.
20589
20590 BLOOM: My spine's a bit limp. Go or turn? And this food? Eat it and get
20591 all pigsticky. Absurd I am. Waste of money. One and eightpence too
20592 much. _(The retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his hand,
20593 wagging his tail.)_ Strange how they take to me. Even that brute today.
20594 Better speak to him first. Like women they like _rencontres._ Stinks
20595 like a polecat. _Chacun son gout_. He might be mad. Dogdays. Uncertain
20596 in his movements. Good fellow! Fido! Good fellow! Garryowen! _(The
20597 wolfdog sprawls on his back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his
20598 long black tongue lolling out.)_ Influence of his surroundings. Give
20599 and have done with it. Provided nobody. _(Calling encouraging words he
20600 shambles back with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the setter into
20601 a dark stalestunk corner. He unrolls one parcel and goes to dump the
20602 crubeen softly but holds back and feels the trotter.)_ Sizeable for
20603 threepence. But then I have it in my left hand. Calls for more effort.
20604 Why? Smaller from want of use. O, let it slide. Two and six.
20605
20606 _(With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide. The
20607 mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed,
20608 crunching the bones. Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.
20609 They murmur together.)_
20610
20611 THE WATCH: Bloom. Of Bloom. For Bloom. Bloom.
20612
20613 _(Each lays hand on Bloom's shoulder.)_
20614
20615 FIRST WATCH: Caught in the act. Commit no nuisance.
20616
20617 BLOOM: _(Stammers)_ I am doing good to others.
20618
20619 _(A covey of gulls, storm petrels, rises hungrily from Liffey slime with
20620 Banbury cakes in their beaks.)_
20621
20622 THE GULLS: Kaw kave kankury kake.
20623
20624 BLOOM: The friend of man. Trained by kindness.
20625
20626 _(He points. Bob Doran, toppling from a high barstool, sways over the
20627 munching spaniel.)_
20628
20629 BOB DORAN: Towser. Give us the paw. Give the paw.
20630
20631 _(The bulldog growls, his scruff standing, a gobbet of pig's knuckle
20632 between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. Bob Doran
20633 fills silently into an area.)_
20634
20635 SECOND WATCH: Prevention of cruelty to animals.
20636
20637 BLOOM: _(Enthusiastically)_ A noble work! I scolded that tramdriver on
20638 Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab.
20639 Bad French I got for my pains. Of course it was frosty and the last
20640 tram. All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.
20641
20642 _(Signor Maffei, passionpale, in liontamer's costume with diamond studs
20643 in his shirtfront, steps forward, holding a circus paperhoop, a
20644 curling carriagewhip and a revolver with which he covers the gorging
20645 boarhound.)_
20646
20647 SIGNOR MAFFEI: _(With a sinister smile)_ Ladies and gentlemen, my
20648 educated greyhound. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my
20649 patent spiked saddle for carnivores. Lash under the belly with a knotted
20650 thong. Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion to
20651 heel, no matter how fractious, even _Leo ferox_ there, the Libyan
20652 maneater. A redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part
20653 produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the thinking hyena. _(He glares)_ I possess
20654 the Indian sign. The glint of my eye does it with these breastsparklers.
20655 _(With a bewitching smile)_ I now introduce Mademoiselle Ruby, the pride
20656 of the ring.
20657
20658 FIRST WATCH: Come. Name and address.
20659
20660 BLOOM: I have forgotten for the moment. Ah, yes! _(He takes off his high
20661 grade hat, saluting)_ Dr Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon. You have heard
20662 of von Blum Pasha. Umpteen millions. _Donnerwetter!_ Owns half Austria.
20663 Egypt. Cousin.
20664
20665 FIRST WATCH: Proof.
20666
20667 _(A card falls from inside the leather headband of Bloom's hat.)_
20668
20669 BLOOM: _(In red fez, cadi's dress coat with broad green sash, wearing
20670 a false badge of the Legion of Honour, picks up the card hastily and
20671 offers it)_ Allow me. My club is the Junior Army and Navy. Solicitors:
20672 Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.
20673
20674 FIRST WATCH: _(Reads)_ Henry Flower. No fixed abode. Unlawfully watching
20675 and besetting.
20676
20677 SECOND WATCH: An alibi. You are cautioned.
20678
20679 BLOOM: _(Produces from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower)_ This
20680 is the flower in question. It was given me by a man I don't know his
20681 name. _(Plausibly)_ You know that old joke, rose of Castile. Bloom. The
20682 change of name. Virag. _(He murmurs privately and confidentially)_ We
20683 are engaged you see, sergeant. Lady in the case. Love entanglement. _(He
20684 shoulders the second watch gently)_ Dash it all. It's a way we gallants
20685 have in the navy. Uniform that does it. _(He turns gravely to the first
20686 watch)_ Still, of course, you do get your Waterloo sometimes. Drop in
20687 some evening and have a glass of old Burgundy. _(To the second watch
20688 gaily)_ I'll introduce you, inspector. She's game. Do it in the shake of
20689 a lamb's tail.
20690
20691 _(A dark mercurialised face appears, leading a veiled figure.)_
20692
20693 THE DARK MERCURY: The Castle is looking for him. He was drummed out of
20694 the army.
20695
20696 MARTHA: _(Thickveiled, a crimson halter round her neck, a copy of
20697 the_ Irish Times _in her hand, in tone of reproach, pointing)_ Henry!
20698 Leopold! Lionel, thou lost one! Clear my name.
20699
20700 FIRST WATCH: _(Sternly)_ Come to the station.
20701
20702 BLOOM: _(Scared, hats himself, steps back, then, plucking at his heart
20703 and lifting his right forearm on the square, he gives the sign and
20704 dueguard of fellowcraft)_ No, no, worshipful master, light of love.
20705 Mistaken identity. The Lyons mail. Lesurques and Dubosc. You remember
20706 the Childs fratricide case. We medical men. By striking him dead with
20707 a hatchet. I am wrongfully accused. Better one guilty escape than
20708 ninetynine wrongfully condemned.
20709
20710 MARTHA: _(Sobbing behind her veil)_ Breach of promise. My real name
20711 is Peggy Griffin. He wrote to me that he was miserable. I'll tell my
20712 brother, the Bective rugger fullback, on you, heartless flirt.
20713
20714 BLOOM: _(Behind his hand)_ She's drunk. The woman is inebriated. _(He
20715 murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim)_ Shitbroleeth.
20716
20717 SECOND WATCH: _(Tears in his eyes, to Bloom)_ You ought to be thoroughly
20718 well ashamed of yourself.
20719
20720 BLOOM: Gentlemen of the jury, let me explain. A pure mare's nest. I am
20721 a man misunderstood. I am being made a scapegoat of. I am a respectable
20722 married man, without a stain on my character. I live in Eccles street.
20723 My wife, I am the daughter of a most distinguished commander, a gallant
20724 upstanding gentleman, what do you call him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy,
20725 one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles. Got his
20726 majority for the heroic defence of Rorke's Drift.
20727
20728 FIRST WATCH: Regiment.
20729
20730 BLOOM: _(Turns to the gallery)_ The royal Dublins, boys, the salt of the
20731 earth, known the world over. I think I see some old comrades in arms
20732 up there among you. The R. D. F., with our own Metropolitan police,
20733 guardians of our homes, the pluckiest lads and the finest body of men,
20734 as physique, in the service of our sovereign.
20735
20736 A VOICE: Turncoat! Up the Boers! Who booed Joe Chamberlain?
20737
20738 BLOOM: _(His hand on the shoulder of the first watch)_ My old dad too
20739 was a J. P. I'm as staunch a Britisher as you are, sir. I fought with
20740 the colours for king and country in the absentminded war under general
20741 Gough in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was
20742 mentioned in dispatches. I did all a white man could. _(With quiet
20743 feeling)_ Jim Bludso. Hold her nozzle again the bank.
20744
20745 FIRST WATCH: Profession or trade.
20746
20747 BLOOM: Well, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. In fact
20748 we are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which I am the
20749 inventor, something that is an entirely new departure. I am connected
20750 with the British and Irish press. If you ring up...
20751
20752 _(Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a quill between his teeth. His
20753 scarlet beak blazes within the aureole of his straw hat. He dangles
20754 a hank of Spanish onions in one hand and holds with the other hand a
20755 telephone receiver nozzle to his ear.)_
20756
20757 MYLES CRAWFORD: _(His cock's wattles wagging)_ Hello, seventyseven
20758 eightfour. Hello. _Freeman's Urinal_ and _Weekly Arsewipe_ here.
20759 Paralyse Europe. You which? Bluebags? Who writes? Is it Bloom?
20760
20761 _(Mr Philip Beaufoy, palefaced, stands in the witnessbox, in accurate
20762 morning dress, outbreast pocket with peak of handkerchief showing,
20763 creased lavender trousers and patent boots. He carries a large portfolio
20764 labelled_ Matcham's Masterstrokes.)
20765
20766 BEAUFOY: _(Drawls)_ No, you aren't. Not by a long shot if I know it.
20767 I don't see it that's all. No born gentleman, no-one with the most
20768 rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly
20769 loathsome conduct. One of those, my lord. A plagiarist. A soapy sneak
20770 masquerading as a litterateur. It's perfectly obvious that with the most
20771 inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my bestselling copy, really
20772 gorgeous stuff, a perfect gem, the love passages in which are beneath
20773 suspicion. The Beaufoy books of love and great possessions, with which
20774 your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the
20775 kingdom.
20776
20777 BLOOM: _(Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum)_ That bit about the
20778 laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if I may...
20779
20780 BEAUFOY: _(His lip upcurled, smiles superciliously on the court)_ You
20781 funny ass, you! You're too beastly awfully weird for words! I don't
20782 think you need over excessively disincommodate yourself in that regard.
20783 My literary agent Mr J. B. Pinker is in attendance. I presume, my
20784 lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we? We are
20785 considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny, this jackdaw
20786 of Rheims, who has not even been to a university.
20787
20788 BLOOM: _(Indistinctly)_ University of life. Bad art.
20789
20790 BEAUFOY: _(Shouts)_ It's a damnably foul lie, showing the moral
20791 rottenness of the man! _(He extends his portfolio)_ We have here damning
20792 evidence, the _corpus delicti_, my lord, a specimen of my maturer work
20793 disfigured by the hallmark of the beast.
20794
20795 A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY:
20796
20797 Moses, Moses, king of the jews, Wiped his arse in the Daily News.
20798
20799 BLOOM: _(Bravely)_ Overdrawn.
20800
20801 BEAUFOY: You low cad! You ought to be ducked in the horsepond, you
20802 rotter! _(To the court)_ Why, look at the man's private life! Leading
20803 a quadruple existence! Street angel and house devil. Not fit to be
20804 mentioned in mixed society! The archconspirator of the age!
20805
20806 BLOOM: _(To the court)_ And he, a bachelor, how...
20807
20808 FIRST WATCH: The King versus Bloom. Call the woman Driscoll.
20809
20810 THE CRIER: Mary Driscoll, scullerymaid!
20811
20812 _(Mary Driscoll, a slipshod servant girl, approaches. She has a bucket
20813 on the crook of her arm and a scouringbrush in her hand.)_
20814
20815 SECOND WATCH: Another! Are you of the unfortunate class?
20816
20817 MARY DRISCOLL: _(Indignantly)_ I'm not a bad one. I bear a respectable
20818 character and was four months in my last place. I was in a situation,
20819 six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I had to leave
20820 owing to his carryings on.
20821
20822 FIRST WATCH: What do you tax him with?
20823
20824 MARY DRISCOLL: He made a certain suggestion but I thought more of myself
20825 as poor as I am.
20826
20827 BLOOM: _(In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, heelless
20828 slippers, unshaven, his hair rumpled: softly)_ I treated you white.
20829 I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station.
20830 Incautiously I took your part when you were accused of pilfering.
20831 There's a medium in all things. Play cricket.
20832
20833 MARY DRISCOLL: _(Excitedly)_ As God is looking down on me this night if
20834 ever I laid a hand to them oysters!
20835
20836 FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of? Did something happen?
20837
20838 MARY DRISCOLL: He surprised me in the rere of the premises, Your honour,
20839 when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety
20840 pin. He held me and I was discoloured in four places as a result. And he
20841 interfered twict with my clothing.
20842
20843 BLOOM: She counterassaulted.
20844
20845 MARY DRISCOLL: _(Scornfully)_ I had more respect for the scouringbrush,
20846 so I had. I remonstrated with him, Your lord, and he remarked: keep it
20847 quiet.
20848
20849 _(General laughter.)_
20850
20851 GEORGE FOTTRELL: _(Clerk of the crown and peace, resonantly)_ Order in
20852 court! The accused will now make a bogus statement.
20853
20854 _(Bloom, pleading not guilty and holding a fullblown waterlily, begins
20855 a long unintelligible speech. They would hear what counsel had to say in
20856 his stirring address to the grand jury. He was down and out but, though
20857 branded as a black sheep, if he might say so, he meant to reform, to
20858 retrieve the memory of the past in a purely sisterly way and return to
20859 nature as a purely domestic animal. A sevenmonths' child, he had been
20860 carefully brought up and nurtured by an aged bedridden parent. There
20861 might have been lapses of an erring father but he wanted to turn over
20862 a new leaf and now, when at long last in sight of the whipping post,
20863 to lead a homely life in the evening of his days, permeated by the
20864 affectionate surroundings of the heaving bosom of the family. An
20865 acclimatised Britisher, he had seen that summer eve from the footplate
20866 of an engine cab of the Loop line railway company while the rain
20867 refrained from falling glimpses, as it were, through the windows of
20868 loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly
20869 rural of happiness of the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one
20870 and ninepence a dozen, innocent Britishborn bairns lisping prayers to
20871 the Sacred Infant, youthful scholars grappling with their pensums or
20872 model young ladies playing on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour
20873 reciting the family rosary round the crackling Yulelog while in the
20874 boreens and green lanes the colleens with their swains strolled what
20875 times the strains of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with
20876 four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a sacrifice, greatest bargain
20877 ever..._
20878
20879 _(Renewed laughter. He mumbles incoherently. Reporters complain that
20880 they cannot hear.)_
20881
20882 LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: _(Without looking up from their notebooks)_
20883 Loosen his boots.
20884
20885 PROFESSOR MACHUGH: _(From the presstable, coughs and calls)_ Cough it
20886 up, man. Get it out in bits.
20887
20888 _(The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and the bucket. A large bucket.
20889 Bloom himself. Bowel trouble. In Beaver street Gripe, yes. Quite bad.
20890 A plasterer's bucket. By walking stifflegged. Suffered untold misery.
20891 Deadly agony. About noon. Love or burgundy. Yes, some spinach. Crucial
20892 moment. He did not look in the bucket Nobody. Rather a mess. Not
20893 completely._ A Titbits _back number_.)
20894
20895 _(Uproar and catcalls. Bloom in a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash,
20896 dinged silk hat sideways on his head, a strip of stickingplaster across
20897 his nose, talks inaudibly.)_
20898
20899 J. J. O'MOLLOY: _(In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with
20900 a voice of pained protest)_ This is no place for indecent levity at
20901 the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. We are not in a
20902 beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice. My
20903 client is an infant, a poor foreign immigrant who started scratch as
20904 a stowaway and is now trying to turn an honest penny. The trumped up
20905 misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on
20906 by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence
20907 being quite permitted in my client's native place, the land of the
20908 Pharaoh. _Prima facie_, I put it to you that there was no attempt at
20909 carnally knowing. Intimacy did not occur and the offence complained of
20910 by Driscoll, that her virtue was solicited, was not repeated. I would
20911 deal in especial with atavism. There have been cases of shipwreck and
20912 somnambulism in my client's family. If the accused could speak he could
20913 a tale unfold--one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between
20914 the covers of a book. He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck from
20915 cobbler's weak chest. His submission is that he is of Mongolian
20916 extraction and irresponsible for his actions. Not all there, in fact.
20917
20918 BLOOM: _(Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in lascar's vest and trousers,
20919 apologetic toes turned in, opens his tiny mole's eyes and looks about
20920 him dazedly, passing a slow hand across his forehead. Then he hitches
20921 his belt sailor fashion and with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes
20922 the court, pointing one thumb heavenward.)_ Him makee velly muchee fine
20923 night. _(He begins to lilt simply)_
20924
20925 Li li poo lil chile
20926 Blingee pigfoot evly night
20927 Payee two shilly...
20928
20929 _(He is howled down.)_
20930
20931 J. J. O'MOLLOY: _(Hotly to the populace)_ This is a lonehand fight. By
20932 Hades, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this
20933 fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. The Mosaic code has
20934 superseded the law of the jungle. I say it and I say it emphatically,
20935 without wishing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice, accused
20936 was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not been tampered
20937 with. The young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very
20938 own daughter. _(Bloom takes J. J. O'Molloy's hand and raises it to his
20939 lips.)_ I shall call rebutting evidence to prove up to the hilt that the
20940 hidden hand is again at its old game. When in doubt persecute Bloom. My
20941 client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man in the world to
20942 do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or
20943 cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard,
20944 responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. He
20945 wants to go straight. I regard him as the whitest man I know. He is down
20946 on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property
20947 at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia Minor, slides of which will now be
20948 shown. _(To Bloom)_ I suggest that you will do the handsome thing.
20949
20950 BLOOM: A penny in the pound.
20951
20952 _(The image of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in
20953 silver haze is projected on the wall. Moses Dlugacz, ferreteyed albino,
20954 in blue dungarees, stands up in the gallery, holding in each hand an
20955 orange citron and a pork kidney.)_
20956
20957 DLUGACZ: _(Hoarsely)_ Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13.
20958
20959 _(J. J. O'Molloy steps on to a low plinth and holds the lapel of his
20960 coat with solemnity. His face lengthens, grows pale and bearded, with
20961 sunken eyes, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John F.
20962 Taylor. He applies his handkerchief to his mouth and scrutinises the
20963 galloping tide of rosepink blood.)_
20964
20965 J.J.O'MOLLOY: _(Almost voicelessly)_ Excuse me. I am suffering from a
20966 severe chill, have recently come from a sickbed. A few wellchosen words.
20967 _(He assumes the avine head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of
20968 Seymour Bushe.)_ When the angel's book comes to be opened if aught
20969 that the pensive bosom has inaugurated of soultransfigured and of
20970 soultransfiguring deserves to live I say accord the prisoner at the bar
20971 the sacred benefit of the doubt. _(A paper with something written on it
20972 is handed into court._)
20973
20974 BLOOM: _(In court dress)_ Can give best references. Messrs Callan,
20975 Coleman. Mr Wisdom Hely J. P. My old chief Joe Cuffe. Mr V. B. Dillon,
20976 ex lord mayor of Dublin. I have moved in the charmed circle of the
20977 highest... Queens of Dublin society. _(Carelessly)_ I was just chatting
20978 this afternoon at the viceregal lodge to my old pals, sir Robert and
20979 lady Ball, astronomer royal at the levee. Sir Bob, I said...
20980
20981 MRS YELVERTON BARRY: _(In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength
20982 ivory gloves, wearing a sabletrimmed brickquilted dolman, a comb of
20983 brilliants and panache of osprey in her hair)_ Arrest him, constable. He
20984 wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was
20985 in the North Riding of Tipperary on the Munster circuit, signed James
20986 Lovebirch. He said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes as
20987 I sat in a box of the _Theatre Royal_ at a command performance of _La
20988 Cigale_. I deeply inflamed him, he said. He made improper overtures
20989 to me to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the following
20990 Thursday, Dunsink time. He offered to send me through the post a work
20991 of fiction by Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled _The Girl with the Three
20992 Pairs of Stays_.
20993
20994 MRS BELLINGHAM: _(In cap and seal coney mantle, wrapped up to the
20995 nose, steps out of her brougham and scans through tortoiseshell
20996 quizzing-glasses which she takes from inside her huge opossum muff)_
20997 Also to me. Yes, I believe it is the same objectionable person. Because
20998 he closed my carriage door outside sir Thornley Stoker's one sleety day
20999 during the cold snap of February ninetythree when even the grid of the
21000 wastepipe and the ballstop in my bath cistern were frozen. Subsequently
21001 he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the heights, as he said,
21002 in my honour. I had it examined by a botanical expert and elicited the
21003 information that it was ablossom of the homegrown potato plant purloined
21004 from a forcingcase of the model farm.
21005
21006 MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Shame on him!
21007
21008 _(A crowd of sluts and ragamuffins surges forward)_
21009
21010 THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: _(Screaming)_ Stop thief! Hurrah there,
21011 Bluebeard! Three cheers for Ikey Mo!
21012
21013 SECOND WATCH: _(Produces handcuffs)_ Here are the darbies.
21014
21015 MRS BELLINGHAM: He addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome
21016 compliments as a Venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my
21017 frostbound coachman Palmer while in the same breath he expressed himself
21018 as envious of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his fortunate
21019 proximity to my person, when standing behind my chair wearing my livery
21020 and the armorial bearings of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable,
21021 a buck's head couped or. He lauded almost extravagantly my nether
21022 extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit, and
21023 eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which,
21024 he said, he could conjure up. He urged me (stating that he felt it
21025 his mission in life to urge me) to defile the marriage bed, to commit
21026 adultery at the earliest possible opportunity.
21027
21028 THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: _(In amazon costume, hard hat,
21029 jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets
21030 with braided drums, long train held up and hunting crop with which she
21031 strikes her welt constantly)_ Also me. Because he saw me on the polo
21032 ground of the Phoenix park at the match All Ireland versus the Rest of
21033 Ireland. My eyes, I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger
21034 Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob
21035 _Centaur._ This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a hackney car
21036 and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold
21037 after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. I have it still.
21038 It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely (his wife, as
21039 he solemnly assured me, taken by him from nature), practising illicit
21040 intercourse with a muscular torero, evidently a blackguard. He urged me
21041 to do likewise, to misbehave, to sin with officers of the garrison. He
21042 implored me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to chastise
21043 him as he richly deserves, to bestride and ride him, to give him a most
21044 vicious horsewhipping.
21045
21046 MRS BELLINGHAM: Me too.
21047
21048 MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Me too.
21049
21050 _(Several highly respectable Dublin ladies hold up improper letters
21051 received from Bloom.)_
21052
21053 THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: _(Stamps her jingling spurs in a
21054 sudden paroxysm of fury)_ I will, by the God above me. I'll scourge the
21055 pigeonlivered cur as long as I can stand over him. I'll flay him alive.
21056
21057 BLOOM: _(His eyes closing, quails expectantly)_ Here? _(He squirms)_
21058 Again! _(He pants cringing)_ I love the danger.
21059
21060 THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Very much so! I'll make it hot for
21061 you. I'll make you dance Jack Latten for that.
21062
21063 MRS BELLINGHAM: Tan his breech well, the upstart! Write the stars and
21064 stripes on it!
21065
21066 MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Disgraceful! There's no excuse for him! A married
21067 man!
21068
21069 BLOOM: All these people. I meant only the spanking idea. A warm tingling
21070 glow without effusion. Refined birching to stimulate the circulation.
21071
21072 THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: _(Laughs derisively)_ O, did you, my
21073 fine fellow? Well, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your
21074 life now, believe me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained
21075 for. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.
21076
21077 MRS BELLINGHAM: _(Shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses vindictively)_
21078 Make him smart, Hanna dear. Give him ginger. Thrash the mongrel within
21079 an inch of his life. The cat-o'-nine-tails. Geld him. Vivisect him.
21080
21081 BLOOM: _(Shuddering, shrinking, joins his hands: with hangdog mien)_ O
21082 cold! O shivery! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet.
21083 Let me off this once. _(He offers the other cheek)_
21084
21085 MRS YELVERTON BARRY: _(Severely)_ Don't do so on any account, Mrs
21086 Talboys! He should be soundly trounced!
21087
21088 THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: _(Unbuttoning her gauntlet
21089 violently)_ I'll do no such thing. Pigdog and always was ever since
21090 he was pupped! To dare address me! I'll flog him black and blue in
21091 the public streets. I'll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a
21092 wellknown cuckold. _(She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the air)_
21093 Take down his trousers without loss of time. Come here, sir! Quick!
21094 Ready?
21095
21096 BLOOM: _(Trembling, beginning to obey)_ The weather has been so warm.
21097
21098 _(Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes with a bevy of barefoot newsboys.)_
21099
21100 DAVY STEPHENS: _Messenger of the Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph_
21101 with Saint Patrick's Day supplement. Containing the new addresses of all
21102 the cuckolds in Dublin.
21103
21104 _(The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and
21105 exposes a marble timepiece. Before him Father Conroy and the reverend
21106 John Hughes S.J. bend low.)_
21107
21108 THE TIMEPIECE: _(Unportalling)_
21109
21110 Cuckoo.
21111 Cuckoo.
21112 Cuckoo.
21113
21114 _(The brass quoits of a bed are heard to jingle.)_
21115
21116 THE QUOITS: Jigjag. Jigajiga. Jigjag.
21117
21118 _(A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the jurybox
21119 the faces of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack Power, Simon
21120 Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford,
21121 Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the featureless face of a
21122 Nameless One.)_
21123
21124 THE NAMELESS ONE: Bareback riding. Weight for age. Gob, he organised
21125 her.
21126
21127 THE JURORS: _(All their heads turned to his voice)_ Really?
21128
21129 THE NAMELESS ONE: _(Snarls)_ Arse over tip. Hundred shillings to five.
21130
21131 THE JURORS: _(All their heads lowered in assent)_ Most of us thought as
21132 much.
21133
21134 FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. Another girl's plait cut. Wanted: Jack
21135 the Ripper. A thousand pounds reward.
21136
21137 SECOND WATCH: _(Awed, whispers)_ And in black. A mormon. Anarchist.
21138
21139 THE CRIER: _(Loudly)_ Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a
21140 wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a public
21141 nuisance to the citizens of Dublin and whereas at this commission of
21142 assizes the most honourable...
21143
21144 _(His Honour, sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, in judicial
21145 garb of grey stone rises from the bench, stonebearded. He bears in his
21146 arms an umbrella sceptre. From his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic
21147 ramshorns.)_
21148
21149 THE RECORDER: I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid
21150 Dublin of this odious pest. Scandalous! _(He dons the black cap)_ Let
21151 him be taken, Mr Subsheriff, from the dock where he now stands and
21152 detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure
21153 and there be hanged by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not
21154 at your peril or may the Lord have mercy on your soul. Remove him. _(A
21155 black skullcap descends upon his head.)_
21156
21157 _(The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, smoking a pungent Henry
21158 Clay.)_
21159
21160 LONG JOHN FANNING: _(Scowls and calls with rich rolling utterance)_
21161 Who'll hang Judas Iscariot?
21162
21163 _(H. Rumbold, master barber, in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's
21164 apron, a rope coiled over his shoulder, mounts the block. A life
21165 preserver and a nailstudded bludgeon are stuck in his belt. He rubs
21166 grimly his grappling hands, knobbed with knuckledusters.)_
21167
21168 RUMBOLD: _(To the recorder with sinister familiarity)_ Hanging Harry,
21169 your Majesty, the Mersey terror. Five guineas a jugular. Neck or
21170 nothing.
21171
21172 _(The bells of George's church toll slowly, loud dark iron.)_
21173
21174 THE BELLS: Heigho! Heigho!
21175
21176 BLOOM: _(Desperately)_ Wait. Stop. Gulls. Good heart. I saw. Innocence.
21177 Girl in the monkeyhouse. Zoo. Lewd chimpanzee. _(Breathlessly)_ Pelvic
21178 basin. Her artless blush unmanned me. _(Overcome with emotion)_ I left
21179 the precincts. (He turns to a figure in the crowd, appealing) Hynes, may
21180 I speak to you? You know me. That three shillings you can keep. If you
21181 want a little more...
21182
21183 HYNES: _(Coldly)_ You are a perfect stranger.
21184
21185 SECOND WATCH: _(Points to the corner)_ The bomb is here.
21186
21187 FIRST WATCH: Infernal machine with a time fuse.
21188
21189 BLOOM: No, no. Pig's feet. I was at a funeral.
21190
21191 FIRST WATCH: _(Draws his truncheon)_ Liar!
21192
21193 _(The beagle lifts his snout, showing the grey scorbutic face of Paddy
21194 Dignam. He has gnawed all. He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath.
21195 He grows to human size and shape. His dachshund coat becomes a brown
21196 mortuary habit. His green eye flashes bloodshot. Half of one ear, all
21197 the nose and both thumbs are ghouleaten.)_
21198
21199 PADDY DIGNAM: _(In a hollow voice)_ It is true. It was my funeral.
21200 Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease
21201 from natural causes.
21202
21203 _(He lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously.)_
21204
21205 BLOOM: _(In triumph)_ You hear?
21206
21207 PADDY DIGNAM: Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. List, list, O list!
21208
21209 BLOOM: The voice is the voice of Esau.
21210
21211 SECOND WATCH: _(Blesses himself)_ How is that possible?
21212
21213 FIRST WATCH: It is not in the penny catechism.
21214
21215 PADDY DIGNAM: By metempsychosis. Spooks.
21216
21217 A VOICE: O rocks.
21218
21219 PADDY DIGNAM: _(Earnestly)_ Once I was in the employ of Mr J. H. Menton,
21220 solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk.
21221 Now I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied. Hard lines. The
21222 poor wife was awfully cut up. How is she bearing it? Keep her off that
21223 bottle of sherry. _(He looks round him)_ A lamp. I must satisfy an
21224 animal need. That buttermilk didn't agree with me.
21225
21226 _(The portly figure of John O'Connell, caretaker, stands forth, holding
21227 a bunch of keys tied with crape. Beside him stands Father Coffey,
21228 chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in a surplice and bandanna nightcap,
21229 holding sleepily a staff twisted poppies.)_
21230
21231 FATHER COFFEY: _(Yawns, then chants with a hoarse croak)_ Namine.
21232 Jacobs. Vobiscuits. Amen.
21233
21234 JOHN O'CONNELL: _(Foghorns stormily through his megaphone)_ Dignam,
21235 Patrick T, deceased.
21236
21237 PADDY DIGNAM: _(With pricked up ears, winces)_ Overtones. _(He wriggles
21238 forward and places an ear to the ground)_ My master's voice!
21239
21240 JOHN O'CONNELL: Burial docket letter number U. P. eightyfive thousand.
21241 Field seventeen. House of Keys. Plot, one hundred and one.
21242
21243 _(Paddy Dignam listens with visible effort, thinking, his tail
21244 stiffpointcd, his ears cocked.)_
21245
21246 PADDY DIGNAM: Pray for the repose of his soul.
21247
21248 _(He worms down through a coalhole, his brown habit trailing its tether
21249 over rattling pebbles. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on
21250 fungus turtle paws under a grey carapace. Dignam's voice, muffled, is
21251 heard baying under ground:_ Dignam's dead and gone below. _Tom Rochford,
21252 robinredbreasted, in cap and breeches, jumps from his twocolumned
21253 machine.)_
21254
21255 TOM ROCHFORD: _(A hand to his breastbone, bows)_ Reuben J. A florin I
21256 find him. _(He fixes the manhole with a resolute stare)_ My turn now on.
21257 Follow me up to Carlow.
21258
21259 _(He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the air and is engulfed in the
21260 coalhole. Two discs on the columns wobble, eyes of nought. All recedes.
21261 Bloom plodges forward again through the sump. Kisses chirp amid
21262 the rifts of fog a piano sounds. He stands before a lighted house,
21263 listening. The kisses, winging from their bowers fly about him,
21264 twittering, warbling, cooing.)_
21265
21266 THE KISSES: _(Warbling)_ Leo! _(Twittering)_ Icky licky micky sticky for
21267 Leo! _(Cooing)_ Coo coocoo! Yummyyum, Womwom! _(Warbling)_ Big comebig!
21268 Pirouette! Leopopold! _(Twittering)_ Leeolee! _(Warbling)_ O Leo!
21269
21270 _(They rustle, flutter upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks,
21271 silvery sequins.)_
21272
21273 BLOOM: A man's touch. Sad music. Church music. Perhaps here.
21274
21275 _(Zoe Higgins, a young whore in a sapphire slip, closed with three
21276 bronze buckles, a slim black velvet fillet round her throat, nods, trips
21277 down the steps and accosts him.)_
21278
21279 ZOE: Are you looking for someone? He's inside with his friend.
21280
21281 BLOOM: Is this Mrs Mack's?
21282
21283 ZOE: No, eightyone. Mrs Cohen's. You might go farther and fare worse.
21284 Mother Slipperslapper. _(Familiarly)_ She's on the job herself tonight
21285 with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for
21286 her son in Oxford. Working overtime but her luck's turned today.
21287 _(Suspiciously)_ You're not his father, are you?
21288
21289 BLOOM: Not I!
21290
21291 ZOE: You both in black. Has little mousey any tickles tonight?
21292
21293 _(His skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach. A hand glides over his
21294 left thigh.)_
21295
21296 ZOE: How's the nuts?
21297
21298 BLOOM: Off side. Curiously they are on the right. Heavier, I suppose.
21299 One in a million my tailor, Mesias, says.
21300
21301 ZOE: _(In sudden alarm)_ You've a hard chancre.
21302
21303 BLOOM: Not likely.
21304
21305 ZOE: I feel it.
21306
21307 _(Her hand slides into his left trouser pocket and brings out a hard
21308 black shrivelled potato. She regards it and Bloom with dumb moist
21309 lips.)_
21310
21311 BLOOM: A talisman. Heirloom.
21312
21313 ZOE: For Zoe? For keeps? For being so nice, eh?
21314
21315 _(She puts the potato greedily into a pocket then links his arm,
21316 cuddling him with supple warmth. He smiles uneasily. Slowly, note by
21317 note, oriental music is played. He gazes in the tawny crystal of her
21318 eyes, ringed with kohol. His smile softens.)_
21319
21320 ZOE: You'll know me the next time.
21321
21322 BLOOM: _(Forlornly)_ I never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to...
21323
21324 _(Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains. Near are lakes. Round
21325 their shores file shadows black of cedargroves. Aroma rises, a strong
21326 hairgrowth of resin. It burns, the orient, a sky of sapphire, cleft by
21327 the bronze flight of eagles. Under it lies the womancity nude, white,
21328 still, cool, in luxury. A fountain murmurs among damask roses. Mammoth
21329 roses murmur of scarlet winegrapes. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes,
21330 strangely murmuring.)_
21331
21332 ZOE: _(Murmuring singsong with the music, her odalisk lips lusciously
21333 smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater) Schorach ani wenowach,
21334 benoith Hierushaloim._
21335
21336 BLOOM: _(Fascinated)_ I thought you were of good stock by your accent.
21337
21338 ZOE: And you know what thought did?
21339
21340 _(She bites his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, sending on
21341 him a cloying breath of stale garlic. The roses draw apart, disclose a
21342 sepulchre of the gold of kings and their mouldering bones.)_
21343
21344 BLOOM: _(Draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a flat
21345 awkward hand)_ Are you a Dublin girl?
21346
21347 ZOE: _(Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to her coil)_ No bloody
21348 fear. I'm English. Have you a swaggerroot?
21349
21350 BLOOM: _(As before)_ Rarely smoke, dear. Cigar now and then. Childish
21351 device. _(Lewdly)_ The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder
21352 of rank weed.
21353
21354 ZOE: Go on. Make a stump speech out of it.
21355
21356 BLOOM: _(In workman's corduroy overalls, black gansy with red floating
21357 tie and apache cap)_ Mankind is incorrigible. Sir Walter Ralegh brought
21358 from the new world that potato and that weed, the one a killer of
21359 pestilence by absorption, the other a poisoner of the ear, eye, heart,
21360 memory, will understanding, all. That is to say he brought the poison
21361 a hundred years before another person whose name I forget brought the
21362 food. Suicide. Lies. All our habits. Why, look at our public life!
21363
21364 _(Midnight chimes from distant steeples.)_
21365
21366 THE CHIMES: Turn again, Leopold! Lord mayor of Dublin!
21367
21368 BLOOM: _(In alderman's gown and chain)_ Electors of Arran Quay, Inns
21369 Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline, I say,
21370 from the cattlemarket to the river. That's the music of the future.
21371 That's my programme. _Cui bono_? But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in
21372 their phantom ship of finance...
21373
21374 AN ELECTOR: Three times three for our future chief magistrate!
21375
21376 _(The aurora borealis of the torchlight procession leaps.)_
21377
21378 THE TORCHBEARERS: Hooray!
21379
21380 _(Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and freemen of the city
21381 shake hands with Bloom and congratulate him. Timothy Harrington, late
21382 thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold chain and
21383 white silk tie, confers with councillor Lorcan Sherlock, locum tenens.
21384 They nod vigorously in agreement.)_
21385
21386 LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: _(In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral
21387 chain and large white silk scarf)_ That alderman sir Leo Bloom's speech
21388 be printed at the expense of the ratepayers. That the house in which
21389 he was born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that the
21390 thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth
21391 designated Boulevard Bloom.
21392
21393 COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Carried unanimously.
21394
21395 BLOOM: _(Impassionedly)_ These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as
21396 they recline in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what reck they?
21397 Machines is their cry, their chimera, their panacea. Laboursaving
21398 apparatuses, supplanters, bugbears, manufactured monsters for mutual
21399 murder, hideous hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts
21400 upon our prostituted labour. The poor man starves while they are
21401 grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges
21402 in their purblind pomp of pelf and power. But their reign is rover for
21403 rever and ever and ev...
21404
21405 _(Prolonged applause. Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring
21406 up. A streamer bearing the legends_ Cead Mile Failte _and_ Mah Ttob
21407 Melek Israel _Spans the street. All the windows are thronged with
21408 sightseers, chiefly ladies. Along the route the regiments of the
21409 royal Dublin Fusiliers, the King's own Scottish Borderers, the Cameron
21410 Highlanders and the Welsh Fusiliers standing to attention, keep back
21411 the crowd. Boys from High school are perched on the lampposts,
21412 telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings,
21413 rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the cloud appears. A
21414 fife and drum band is heard in the distance playing the Kol Nidre. The
21415 beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and
21416 waving oriental palms. The chryselephantine papal standard rises high,
21417 surrounded by pennons of the civic flag. The van of the procession
21418 appears headed by John Howard Parnell, city marshal, in a chessboard
21419 tabard, the Athlone Poursuivant and Ulster King of Arms. They are
21420 followed by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of
21421 Dublin, his lordship the lord mayor of Cork, their worships the
21422 mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish
21423 representative peers, sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the cloth
21424 of estate, the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade, the chapter of the
21425 saints of finance in their plutocratic order of precedence, the bishop
21426 of Down and Connor, His Eminence Michael cardinal Logue, archbishop of
21427 Armagh, primate of all Ireland, His Grace, the most reverend Dr William
21428 Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, the chief
21429 rabbi, the presbyterian moderator, the heads of the baptist, anabaptist,
21430 methodist and Moravian chapels and the honorary secretary of the society
21431 of friends. After them march the guilds and trades and trainbands
21432 with flying colours: coopers, bird fanciers, millwrights, newspaper
21433 canvassers, law scriveners, masseurs, vintners, trussmakers,
21434 chimneysweeps, lard refiners, tabinet and poplin weavers, farriers,
21435 Italian warehousemen, church decorators, bootjack manufacturers,
21436 undertakers, silk mercers, lapidaries, salesmasters, corkcutters,
21437 assessors of fire losses, dyers and cleaners, export bottlers,
21438 fellmongers, ticketwriters, heraldic seal engravers, horse repository
21439 hands, bullion brokers, cricket and archery outfitters, riddlemakers,
21440 egg and potato factors, hosiers and glovers, plumbing contractors. After
21441 them march gentlemen of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter,
21442 Gold Stick, the master of horse, the lord great chamberlain, the earl
21443 marshal, the high constable carrying the sword of state, saint Stephen's
21444 iron crown, the chalice and bible. Four buglers on foot blow a sennet.
21445 Beefeaters reply, winding clarions of welcome. Under an arch of triumph
21446 Bloom appears, bareheaded, in a crimson velvet mantle trimmed with
21447 ermine, bearing Saint Edward's staff the orb and sceptre with the dove,
21448 the curtana. He is seated on a milkwhite horse with long flowing crimson
21449 tail, richly caparisoned, with golden headstall. Wild excitement. The
21450 ladies from their balconies throw down rosepetals. The air is perfumed
21451 with essences. The men cheer. Bloom's boys run amid the bystanders with
21452 branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes.)_
21453
21454 BLOOM'S BOYS:
21455
21456 The wren, the wren,
21457 The king of all birds,
21458 Saint Stephen's his day
21459 Was caught in the furze.
21460
21461
21462 A BLACKSMITH: _(Murmurs)_ For the honour of God! And is that Bloom? He
21463 scarcely looks thirtyone.
21464
21465 A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: That's the famous Bloom now, the world's greatest
21466 reformer. Hats off!
21467
21468 _(All uncover their heads. Women whisper eagerly.)_
21469
21470 A MILLIONAIRESS: _(Richly)_ Isn't he simply wonderful?
21471
21472 A NOBLEWOMAN: _(Nobly)_ All that man has seen!
21473
21474 A FEMINIST: _(Masculinely)_ And done!
21475
21476 A BELLHANGER: A classic face! He has the forehead of a thinker.
21477
21478 _(Bloom's weather. A sunburst appears in the northwest.)_
21479
21480 THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: I here present your undoubted
21481 emperor-president and king-chairman, the most serene and potent and very
21482 puissant ruler of this realm. God save Leopold the First!
21483
21484 ALL: God save Leopold the First!
21485
21486 BLOOM: _(In dalmatic and purple mantle, to the bishop of Down and
21487 Connor, with dignity)_ Thanks, somewhat eminent sir.
21488
21489 WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: _(In purple stock and shovel hat)_
21490 Will you to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your
21491 judgments in Ireland and territories thereunto belonging?
21492
21493 BLOOM: _(Placing his right hand on his testicles, swears)_ So may the
21494 Creator deal with me. All this I promise to do.
21495
21496 MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: _(Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom's
21497 head) Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Habemus carneficem._ Leopold,
21498 Patrick, Andrew, David, George, be thou anointed!
21499
21500 _(Bloom assumes a mantle of cloth of gold and puts on a ruby ring. He
21501 ascends and stands on the stone of destiny. The representative peers put
21502 on at the same time their twentyeight crowns. Joybells ring in Christ
21503 church, Saint Patrick's, George's and gay Malahide. Mirus bazaar
21504 fireworks go up from all sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic
21505 designs. The peers do homage, one by one, approaching and
21506 genuflecting.)_
21507
21508 THE PEERS: I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly
21509 worship.
21510
21511 _(Bloom holds up his right hand on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor
21512 diamond. His palfrey neighs. Immediate silence. Wireless
21513 intercontinental and interplanetary transmitters are set for reception
21514 of message.)_
21515
21516 BLOOM: My subjects! We hereby nominate our faithful charger Copula Felix
21517 hereditary Grand Vizier and announce that we have this day repudiated
21518 our former spouse and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess
21519 Selene, the splendour of night.
21520
21521 _(The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the Black
21522 Maria. The princess Selene, in moonblue robes, a silver crescent on her
21523 head, descends from a Sedan chair, borne by two giants. An outburst of
21524 cheering.)_
21525
21526 JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: _(Raises the royal standard)_ Illustrious Bloom!
21527 Successor to my famous brother!
21528
21529 BLOOM: _(Embraces John Howard Parnell)_ We thank you from our heart,
21530 John, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the promised land of
21531 our common ancestors.
21532
21533 _(The freedom of the city is presented to him embodied in a charter. The
21534 keys of Dublin, crossed on a crimson cushion, are given to him. He shows
21535 all that he is wearing green socks.)_
21536
21537 TOM KERNAN: You deserve it, your honour.
21538
21539 BLOOM: On this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at
21540 Ladysmith. Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with
21541 telling effect. Half a league onward! They charge! All is lost now! Do
21542 we yield? No! We drive them headlong! Lo! We charge! Deploying to the
21543 left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering
21544 their warcry _Bonafide Sabaoth_, sabred the Saracen gunners to a man.
21545
21546 THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: Hear! Hear!
21547
21548 JOHN WYSE NOLAN: There's the man that got away James Stephens.
21549
21550 A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: Bravo!
21551
21552 AN OLD RESIDENT: You're a credit to your country, sir, that's what you
21553 are.
21554
21555 AN APPLEWOMAN: He's a man like Ireland wants.
21556
21557 BLOOM: My beloved subjects, a new era is about to dawn. I, Bloom, tell
21558 you verily it is even now at hand. Yea, on the word of a Bloom, ye shall
21559 ere long enter into the golden city which is to be, the new Bloomusalem
21560 in the Nova Hibernia of the future.
21561
21562 _(Thirtytwo workmen, wearing rosettes, from all the counties of Ireland,
21563 under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new Bloomusalem.
21564 It is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the shape of a
21565 huge pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms. In the course of its
21566 extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. Government
21567 offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds. Numerous houses
21568 are razed to the ground. The inhabitants are lodged in barrels and
21569 boxes, all marked in red with the letters: L. B. several paupers
21570 fill from a ladder. A part of the walls of Dublin, crowded with loyal
21571 sightseers, collapses.)_
21572
21573 THE SIGHTSEERS: _(Dying) Morituri te salutant. (They die)_
21574
21575 _(A man in a brown macintosh springs up through a trapdoor. He points an
21576 elongated finger at Bloom.)_
21577
21578 THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Don't you believe a word he says. That man is
21579 Leopold M'Intosh, the notorious fireraiser. His real name is Higgins.
21580
21581 BLOOM: Shoot him! Dog of a christian! So much for M'Intosh!
21582
21583 _(A cannonshot. The man in the macintosh disappears. Bloom with his
21584 sceptre strikes down poppies. The instantaneous deaths of many
21585 powerful enemies, graziers, members of parliament, members of standing
21586 committees, are reported. Bloom's bodyguard distribute Maundy money,
21587 commemoration medals, loaves and fishes, temperance badges, expensive
21588 Henry Clay cigars, free cowbones for soup, rubber preservatives in
21589 sealed envelopes tied with gold thread, butter scotch, pineapple rock,_
21590 billets doux _in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, porringers
21591 of toad in the hole, bottles of Jeyes' Fluid, purchase stamps, 40 days'
21592 indulgences, spurious coins, dairyfed pork sausages, theatre passes,
21593 season tickets available for all tramlines, coupons of the royal and
21594 privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of
21595 the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz (politic), Care of the
21596 Baby (infantilic), 50 Meals for 7/6 (culinic), Was Jesus a Sun Myth?
21597 (historic), Expel that Pain (medic), Infant's Compendium of the
21598 Universe (cosmic), Let's All Chortle (hilaric), Canvasser's Vade Mecum
21599 (journalic), Loveletters of Mother Assistant (erotic), Who's Who in
21600 Space (astric), Songs that Reached Our Heart (melodic), Pennywise's Way
21601 to Wealth (parsimonic). A general rush and scramble. Women press forward
21602 to touch the hem of Bloom's robe. The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts
21603 through the throng, leaps on his horse and kisses him on both cheeks
21604 amid great acclamation. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken.
21605 Babes and sucklings are held up.)_
21606
21607 THE WOMEN: Little father! Little father!
21608
21609 THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS:
21610
21611 Clap clap hands till Poldy comes home,
21612 Cakes in his pocket for Leo alone.
21613
21614
21615 _(Bloom, bending down, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the stomach.)_
21616
21617 BABY BOARDMAN: _(Hiccups, curdled milk flowing from his mouth)_
21618 Hajajaja.
21619
21620 BLOOM: _(Shaking hands with a blind stripling)_ My more than Brother!
21621 _(Placing his arms round the shoulders of an old couple)_ Dear old
21622 friends! _(He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls)_
21623 Peep! Bopeep! _(He wheels twins in a perambulator)_ Ticktacktwo
21624 wouldyousetashoe? _(He performs juggler's tricks, draws red, orange,
21625 yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet silk handkerchiefs from his
21626 mouth)_ Roygbiv. 32 feet per second. _(He consoles a widow)_ Absence
21627 makes the heart grow younger. _(He dances the Highland fling with
21628 grotesque antics)_ Leg it, ye devils! _(He kisses the bedsores of a
21629 palsied veteran_) Honourable wounds! _(He trips up a fit policeman)_
21630 U. p: up. U. p: up. _(He whispers in the ear of a blushing waitress and
21631 laughs kindly)_ Ah, naughty, naughty! _(He eats a raw turnip offered
21632 him by Maurice Butterly, farmer)_ Fine! Splendid! _(He refuses to
21633 accept three shillings offered him by Joseph Hynes, journalist)_ My dear
21634 fellow, not at all! (He gives his coat to a beggar) Please accept. _(He
21635 takes part in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples)_
21636 Come on, boys! Wriggle it, girls!
21637
21638 THE CITIZEN: _(Choked with emotion, brushes aside a tear in his emerald
21639 muffler)_ May the good God bless him!
21640
21641 _(The rams' horns sound for silence. The standard of Zion is hoisted.)_
21642
21643 BLOOM: _(Uncloaks impressively, revealing obesity, unrolls a paper and
21644 reads solemnly)_ Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom
21645 Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim
21646 Meshuggah Talith.
21647
21648 _(An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town
21649 clerk.)_
21650
21651 JIMMY HENRY: The Court of Conscience is now open. His Most Catholic
21652 Majesty will now administer open air justice. Free medical and legal
21653 advice, solution of doubles and other problems. All cordially invited.
21654 Given at this our loyal city of Dublin in the year I of the Paradisiacal
21655 Era.
21656
21657 PADDY LEONARD: What am I to do about my rates and taxes?
21658
21659 BLOOM: Pay them, my friend.
21660
21661 PADDY LEONARD: Thank you.
21662
21663 NOSEY FLYNN: Can I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance?
21664
21665 BLOOM: _(Obdurately)_ Sirs, take notice that by the law of torts you are
21666 bound over in your own recognisances for six months in the sum of five
21667 pounds.
21668
21669 J. J. O'MOLLOY: A Daniel did I say? Nay! A Peter O'Brien!
21670
21671 NOSEY FLYNN: Where do I draw the five pounds?
21672
21673 PISSER BURKE: For bladder trouble?
21674
21675 BLOOM:
21676
21677 _Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil.,_ 20 minims
21678 _Tinct. nux vom.,_ 5 minims
21679 _Extr. taraxel. iiq.,_ 30 minims.
21680 _Aq. dis. ter in die._
21681
21682 CHRIS CALLINAN: What is the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of
21683 Aldebaran?
21684
21685 BLOOM: Pleased to hear from you, Chris. K. II.
21686
21687 JOE HYNES: Why aren't you in uniform?
21688
21689 BLOOM: When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the
21690 Austrian despot in a dank prison where was yours?
21691
21692 BEN DOLLARD: Pansies?
21693
21694 BLOOM: Embellish (beautify) suburban gardens.
21695
21696 BEN DOLLARD: When twins arrive?
21697
21698 BLOOM: Father (pater, dad) starts thinking.
21699
21700 LARRY O'ROURKE: An eightday licence for my new premises. You remember
21701 me, sir Leo, when you were in number seven. I'm sending around a dozen
21702 of stout for the missus.
21703
21704 BLOOM: _(Coldly)_ You have the advantage of me. Lady Bloom accepts no
21705 presents.
21706
21707 CROFTON: This is indeed a festivity.
21708
21709 BLOOM: _(Solemnly)_ You call it a festivity. I call it a sacrament.
21710
21711 ALEXANDER KEYES: When will we have our own house of keys?
21712
21713 BLOOM: I stand for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten
21714 commandments. New worlds for old. Union of all, jew, moslem and gentile.
21715 Three acres and a cow for all children of nature. Saloon motor hearses.
21716 Compulsory manual labour for all. All parks open to the public day and
21717 night. Electric dishscrubbers. Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy
21718 must now cease. General amnesty, weekly carnival with masked licence,
21719 bonuses for all, esperanto the universal language with universal
21720 brotherhood. No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors.
21721 Free money, free rent, free love and a free lay church in a free lay
21722 state.
21723
21724 O'MADDEN BURKE: Free fox in a free henroost.
21725
21726 DAVY BYRNE: _(Yawning)_ Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!
21727
21728 BLOOM: Mixed races and mixed marriage.
21729
21730 LENEHAN: What about mixed bathing?
21731
21732 _(bloom explains to those near him his schemes for social regeneration.
21733 All agree with him. The keeper of the Kildare Street Museum appears,
21734 dragging a lorry on which are the shaking statues of several naked
21735 goddesses, Venus Callipyge, Venus Pandemos, Venus Metempsychosis, and
21736 plaster figures, also naked, representing the new nine muses, Commerce,
21737 Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Speech, Plural
21738 Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments,
21739 Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the People.)_
21740
21741 FATHER FARLEY: He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian
21742 seeking to overthrow our holy faith.
21743
21744 MRS RIORDAN: _(Tears up her will)_ I'm disappointed in you! You bad man!
21745
21746 MOTHER GROGAN: _(Removes her boot to throw it at Bloom)_ You beast! You
21747 abominable person!
21748
21749 NOSEY FLYNN: Give us a tune, Bloom. One of the old sweet songs.
21750
21751 BLOOM: _(With rollicking humour)_
21752
21753 I vowed that I never would leave her,
21754 She turned out a cruel deceiver.
21755 With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.
21756
21757 HOPPY HOLOHAN: Good old Bloom! There's nobody like him after all.
21758
21759 PADDY LEONARD: Stage Irishman!
21760
21761 BLOOM: What railway opera is like a tramline in Gibraltar? The Rows of
21762 Casteele._(Laughter.)_
21763
21764 LENEHAN: Plagiarist! Down with Bloom!
21765
21766 THE VEILED SIBYL: _(Enthusiastically)_ I'm a Bloomite and I glory in it.
21767 I believe in him in spite of all. I'd give my life for him, the funniest
21768 man on earth.
21769
21770 BLOOM: _(Winks at the bystanders)_ I bet she's a bonny lassie.
21771
21772 THEODORE PUREFOY: _(In fishingcap and oilskin jacket)_ He employs a
21773 mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.
21774
21775 THE VEILED SIBYL: _(Stabs herself)_ My hero god! _(She dies)_
21776
21777 _(Many most attractive and enthusiastic women also commit suicide by
21778 stabbing, drowning, drinking prussic acid, aconite, arsenic, opening
21779 their veins, refusing food, casting themselves under steamrollers, from
21780 the top of Nelson's Pillar, into the great vat of Guinness's brewery,
21781 asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads in gasovens, hanging
21782 themselves in stylish garters, leaping from windows of different
21783 storeys.)_
21784
21785 ALEXANDER J DOWIE: _(Violently)_ Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the
21786 man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a disgrace to christian
21787 men. A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat
21788 of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the
21789 cities of the plain, with a dissolute granddam. This vile hypocrite,
21790 bronzed with infamy, is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse.
21791 A worshipper of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his
21792 nostrils. The stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him.
21793 Caliban!
21794
21795 THE MOB: Lynch him! Roast him! He's as bad as Parnell was. Mr Fox!
21796
21797 _(Mother Grogan throws her boot at Bloom. Several shopkeepers from upper
21798 and lower Dorset street throw objects of little or no commercial value,
21799 hambones, condensed milk tins, unsaleable cabbage, stale bread, sheep's
21800 tails, odd pieces of fat.)_
21801
21802 BLOOM: _(Excitedly)_ This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again.
21803 By heaven, I am guiltless as the unsunned snow! It was my brother Henry.
21804 He is my double. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn. Slander, the
21805 viper, has wrongfully accused me. Fellowcountrymen, _sgenl inn ban bata
21806 coisde gan capall._ I call on my old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex
21807 specialist, to give medical testimony on my behalf.
21808
21809 DR MULLIGAN: _(In motor jerkin, green motorgoggles on his brow)_ Dr
21810 Bloom is bisexually abnormal. He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace's
21811 private asylum for demented gentlemen. Born out of bedlock hereditary
21812 epilepsy is present, the consequence of unbridled lust. Traces of
21813 elephantiasis have been discovered among his ascendants. There are
21814 marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism. Ambidexterity is also
21815 latent. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in
21816 consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. In consequence of a
21817 family complex he has temporarily lost his memory and I believe him
21818 to be more sinned against than sinning. I have made a pervaginal
21819 examination and, after application of the acid test to 5427 anal,
21820 axillary, pectoral and pubic hairs, I declare him to be _virgo intacta._
21821
21822 _(Bloom holds his high grade hat over his genital organs.)_
21823
21824 DR MADDEN: Hypsospadia is also marked. In the interest of coming
21825 generations I suggest that the parts affected should be preserved in
21826 spirits of wine in the national teratological museum.
21827
21828 DR CROTTHERS: I have examined the patient's urine. It is albuminoid.
21829 Salivation is insufficient, the patellar reflex intermittent.
21830
21831 DR PUNCH COSTELLO: The _fetor judaicus_ is most perceptible.
21832
21833 DR DIXON: _(Reads a bill of health)_ Professor Bloom is a finished
21834 example of the new womanly man. His moral nature is simple and lovable.
21835 Many have found him a dear man, a dear person. He is a rather quaint
21836 fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense.
21837 He has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court
21838 missionary of the Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up
21839 everything. He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that
21840 he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried
21841 grocer's peas. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and
21842 summer and scourges himself every Saturday. He was, I understand, at one
21843 time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. Another report
21844 states that he was a very posthumous child. I appeal for clemency in the
21845 name of the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon
21846 to speak. He is about to have a baby.
21847
21848 _(General commotion and compassion. Women faint. A wealthy American
21849 makes a street collection for Bloom. Gold and silver coins, blank
21850 cheques, banknotes, jewels, treasury bonds, maturing bills of exchange,
21851 I. O. U's, wedding rings, watchchains, lockets, necklaces and bracelets
21852 are rapidly collected.)_
21853
21854 BLOOM: O, I so want to be a mother.
21855
21856 MRS THORNTON: _(In nursetender's gown)_ Embrace me tight, dear. You'll
21857 be soon over it. Tight, dear.
21858
21859 _(Bloom embraces her tightly and bears eight male yellow and white
21860 children. They appear on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive
21861 plants. All the octuplets are handsome, with valuable metallic faces,
21862 wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking five modern
21863 languages fluently and interested in various arts and sciences. Each
21864 has his name printed in legible letters on his shirtfront: Nasodoro,
21865 Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindoree, Silversmile, Silberselber,
21866 Vifargent, Panargyros. They are immediately appointed to positions of
21867 high public trust in several different countries as managing directors
21868 of banks, traffic managers of railways, chairmen of limited liability
21869 companies, vicechairmen of hotel syndicates.)_
21870
21871 A VOICE: Bloom, are you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?
21872
21873 BLOOM: _(Darkly)_ You have said it.
21874
21875 BROTHER BUZZ: Then perform a miracle like Father Charles.
21876
21877 BANTAM LYONS: Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger.
21878
21879 _(Bloom walks on a net, covers his left eye with his left ear, passes
21880 through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the top ledge
21881 by his eyelids, eats twelve dozen oysters (shells included), heals
21882 several sufferers from king's evil, contracts his face so as to resemble
21883 many historical personages, Lord Beaconsfield, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler,
21884 Moses of Egypt, Moses Maimonides, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip
21885 van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild,
21886 Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot
21887 simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back,
21888 eclipses the sun by extending his little finger.)_
21889
21890 BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: _(In papal zouave's uniform, steel cuirasses as
21891 breastplate, armplates, thighplates, legplates, large profane moustaches
21892 and brown paper mitre) Leopoldi autem generatio._ Moses begat Noah
21893 and Noah begat Eunuch and Eunuch begat O'Halloran and O'Halloran begat
21894 Guggenheim and Guggenheim begat Agendath and Agendath begat Netaim and
21895 Netaim begat Le Hirsch and Le Hirsch begat Jesurum and Jesurum begat
21896 MacKay and MacKay begat Ostrolopsky and Ostrolopsky begat Smerdoz
21897 and Smerdoz begat Weiss and Weiss begat Schwarz and Schwarz begat
21898 Adrianopoli and Adrianopoli begat Aranjuez and Aranjuez begat Lewy
21899 Lawson and Lewy Lawson begat Ichabudonosor and Ichabudonosor begat
21900 O'Donnell Magnus and O'Donnell Magnus begat Christbaum and Christbaum
21901 begat ben Maimun and ben Maimun begat Dusty Rhodes and Dusty Rhodes
21902 begat Benamor and Benamor begat Jones-Smith and Jones-Smith begat
21903 Savorgnanovich and Savorgnanovich begat Jasperstone and Jasperstone
21904 begat Vingtetunieme and Vingtetunieme begat Szombathely and Szombathely
21905 begat Virag and Virag begat Bloom _et vocabitur nomen eius Emmanuel._
21906
21907 A DEADHAND: _(Writes on the wall)_ Bloom is a cod.
21908
21909 CRAB: _(In bushranger's kit)_ What did you do in the cattlecreep behind
21910 Kilbarrack?
21911
21912 A FEMALE INFANT: _(Shakes a rattle)_ And under Ballybough bridge?
21913
21914 A HOLLYBUSH: And in the devil's glen?
21915
21916 BLOOM: _(Blushes furiously all over from frons to nates, three tears
21917 filling from his left eye)_ Spare my past.
21918
21919 THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: _(In bodycoats, kneebreeches, with Donnybrook
21920 fair shillelaghs)_ Sjambok him!
21921
21922 _(Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in the pillory with crossed arms,
21923 his feet protruding. He whistles_ Don Giovanni, a cenar teco. _Artane
21924 orphans, joining hands, caper round him. Girls of the Prison Gate
21925 Mission, joining hands, caper round in the opposite direction.)_
21926
21927 THE ARTANE ORPHANS:
21928
21929 You hig, you hog, you dirty dog!
21930 You think the ladies love you!
21931 THE PRISON GATE GIRLS:
21932
21933
21934 If you see Kay
21935 Tell him he may
21936 See you in tea
21937 Tell him from me.
21938
21939 HORNBLOWER: _(In ephod and huntingcap, announces)_ And he shall carry
21940 the sins of the people to Azazel, the spirit which is in the wilderness,
21941 and to Lilith, the nighthag. And they shall stone him and defile him,
21942 yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the land of Ham.
21943
21944 _(All the people cast soft pantomime stones at Bloom. Many bonafide
21945 travellers and ownerless dogs come near him and defile him. Mastiansky
21946 and Citron approach in gaberdines, wearing long earlocks. They wag their
21947 beards at Bloom.)_
21948
21949 MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Belial! Laemlein of Istria, the false Messiah!
21950 Abulafia! Recant!
21951
21952 _(George R Mesias, Bloom's tailor, appears, a tailor's goose under his
21953 arm, presenting a bill)_
21954
21955 MESIAS: To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings.
21956
21957 BLOOM: _(Rubs his hands cheerfully)_ Just like old times. Poor Bloom!
21958
21959 _(Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad shepherd, bearing on his
21960 shoulders the drowned corpse of his son, approaches the pillory.)_
21961
21962 REUBEN J: _(Whispers hoarsely)_ The squeak is out. A split is gone for
21963 the flatties. Nip the first rattler.
21964
21965 THE FIRE BRIGADE: Pflaap!
21966
21967 BROTHER BUZZ: _(Invests Bloom in a yellow habit with embroidery of
21968 painted flames and high pointed hat. He places a bag of gunpowder round
21969 his neck and hands him over to the civil power, saying)_ Forgive him his
21970 trespasses.
21971
21972 _(Lieutenant Myers of the Dublin Fire Brigade by general request sets
21973 fire to Bloom. Lamentations.)_
21974
21975 THE CITIZEN: Thank heaven!
21976
21977 BLOOM: _(In a seamless garment marked I. H. S. stands upright amid
21978 phoenix flames)_ Weep not for me, O daughters of Erin.
21979
21980 _(He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning. The daughters of
21981 Erin, in black garments, with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles
21982 in their hands, kneel down and pray.)_
21983
21984 THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN:
21985
21986 Kidney of Bloom, pray for us
21987 Flower of the Bath, pray for us
21988 Mentor of Menton, pray for us
21989 Canvasser for the Freeman, pray for us
21990 Charitable Mason, pray for us
21991 Wandering Soap, pray for us
21992 Sweets of Sin, pray for us
21993 Music without Words, pray for us
21994 Reprover of the Citizen, pray for us
21995 Friend of all Frillies, pray for us
21996 Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us
21997 Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us.
21998
21999 _(A choir of six hundred voices, conducted by Vincent O'brien, sings
22000 the chorus from Handel's Messiah alleluia for the lord god omnipotent
22001 reigneth, accompanied on the organ by Joseph Glynn. Bloom becomes mute,
22002 shrunken, carbonised.)_
22003
22004
22005 ZOE: Talk away till you're black in the face.
22006
22007 BLOOM: _(In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the band, dusty brogues, an
22008 emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his hand, leading a black bogoak
22009 pig by a sugaun, with a smile in his eye)_ Let me be going now, woman of
22010 the house, for by all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the
22011 father and mother of a bating. _(With a tear in his eye)_ All insanity.
22012 Patriotism, sorrow for the dead, music, future of the race. To be or not
22013 to be. Life's dream is o'er. End it peacefully. They can live on. _(He
22014 gazes far away mournfully)_ I am ruined. A few pastilles of aconite. The
22015 blinds drawn. A letter. Then lie back to rest. _(He breathes softly)_ No
22016 more. I have lived. Fare. Farewell.
22017
22018 ZOE: _(Stiffly, her finger in her neckfillet)_ Honest? Till the next
22019 time. _(She sneers)_ Suppose you got up the wrong side of the bed or
22020 came too quick with your best girl. O, I can read your thoughts!
22021
22022 BLOOM: _(Bitterly)_ Man and woman, love, what is it? A cork and bottle.
22023 I'm sick of it. Let everything rip.
22024
22025 ZOE: _(In sudden sulks)_ I hate a rotter that's insincere. Give a
22026 bleeding whore a chance.
22027
22028 BLOOM: _(Repentantly)_ I am very disagreeable. You are a necessary evil.
22029 Where are you from? London?
22030
22031 ZOE: _(Glibly)_ Hog's Norton where the pigs plays the organs. I'm
22032 Yorkshire born. _(She holds his hand which is feeling for her nipple)_
22033 I say, Tommy Tittlemouse. Stop that and begin worse. Have you cash for a
22034 short time? Ten shillings?
22035
22036 BLOOM: _(Smiles, nods slowly)_ More, houri, more.
22037
22038 ZOE: And more's mother? _(She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws)_
22039 Are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola? Come and I'll
22040 peel off.
22041
22042 BLOOM: _(Feeling his occiput dubiously with the unparalleled
22043 embarrassment of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her peeled
22044 pears)_ Somebody would be dreadfully jealous if she knew. The greeneyed
22045 monster. _(Earnestly)_ You know how difficult it is. I needn't tell you.
22046
22047 ZOE: _(Flattered)_ What the eye can't see the heart can't grieve for.
22048 _(She pats him)_ Come.
22049
22050 BLOOM: Laughing witch! The hand that rocks the cradle.
22051
22052 ZOE: Babby!
22053
22054 BLOOM: _(In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with a caul of dark hair,
22055 fixes big eyes on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles with a
22056 chubby finger, his moist tongue lolling and lisping)_ One two tlee: tlee
22057 tlwo tlone.
22058
22059 THE BUCKLES: Love me. Love me not. Love me.
22060
22061 ZOE: Silent means consent. _(With little parted talons she captures his
22062 hand, her forefinger giving to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor,
22063 luring him to doom.)_ Hot hands cold gizzard.
22064
22065 _(He hesitates amid scents, music, temptations. She leads him towards
22066 the steps, drawing him by the odour of her armpits, the vice of her
22067 painted eyes, the rustle of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the
22068 lion reek of all the male brutes that have possessed her.)_
22069
22070 THE MALE BRUTES: _(Exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their
22071 loosebox, faintly roaring, their drugged heads swaying to and fro)_
22072 Good!
22073
22074 _(Zoe and Bloom reach the doorway where two sister whores are seated.
22075 They examine him curiously from under their pencilled brows and smile to
22076 his hasty bow. He trips awkwardly.)_
22077
22078 ZOE: _(Her lucky hand instantly saving him)_ Hoopsa! Don't fall
22079 upstairs.
22080
22081 BLOOM: The just man falls seven times. _(He stands aside at the
22082 threshold)_ After you is good manners.
22083
22084 ZOE: Ladies first, gentlemen after.
22085
22086 _(She crosses the threshold. He hesitates. She turns and, holding out
22087 her hands, draws him over. He hops. On the antlered rack of the hall
22088 hang a man 's hat and waterproof. Bloom uncovers himself but, seeing
22089 them, frowns, then smiles, preoccupied. A door on the return landing is
22090 flung open. A man in purple shirt and grey trousers, brownsocked, passes
22091 with an ape's gait, his bald head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a
22092 full waterjugjar, his twotailed black braces dangling at heels. Averting
22093 his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the halltable the spaniel
22094 eyes of a running fox: then, his lifted head sniffing, follows Zoe
22095 into the musicroom. A shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light of the
22096 chandelier. Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping. The
22097 floor is covered with an oilcloth mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar
22098 rhomboids. Footmarks are stamped over it in all senses, heel to heel,
22099 heel to hollow, toe to toe, feet locked, a morris of shuffling feet
22100 without body phantoms, all in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy. The walls
22101 are tapestried with a paper of yewfronds and clear glades. In the grate
22102 is spread a screen of peacock feathers. Lynch squats crosslegged on
22103 the hearthrug of matted hair, his cap back to the front. With a wand he
22104 beats time slowly. Kitty Ricketts, a bony pallid whore in navy costume,
22105 doeskin gloves rolled back from a coral wristlet, a chain purse in
22106 her hand, sits perched on the edge of the table swinging her leg and
22107 glancing at herself in the gilt mirror over the mantelpiece. A tag
22108 of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket. Lynch indicates
22109 mockingly the couple at the piano.)_
22110
22111 KITTY: _(Coughs behind her hand)_ She's a bit imbecillic. _(She signs
22112 with a waggling forefinger)_ Blemblem. _(Lynch lifts up her skirt and
22113 white petticoat with his wand she settles them down quickly.)_ Respect
22114 yourself. _(She hiccups, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which
22115 her hair glows, red with henna)_ O, excuse!
22116
22117 ZOE: More limelight, Charley. _(She goes to the chandelier and turns the
22118 gas full cock)_
22119
22120 KITTY: _(Peers at the gasjet)_ What ails it tonight?
22121
22122 LYNCH: _(Deeply)_ Enter a ghost and hobgoblins.
22123
22124 ZOE: Clap on the back for Zoe.
22125
22126 _(The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a brass poker. Stephen stands at
22127 the pianola on which sprawl his hat and ashplant. With two fingers he
22128 repeats once more the series of empty fifths. Florry Talbot, a blond
22129 feeble goosefat whore in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry,
22130 lolls spreadeagle in the sofacorner, her limp forearm pendent over the
22131 bolster, listening. A heavy stye droops over her sleepy eyelid.)_
22132
22133 KITTY: _(Hiccups again with a kick of her horsed foot)_ O, excuse!
22134
22135 ZOE: _(Promptly)_ Your boy's thinking of you. Tie a knot on your shift.
22136
22137 _(Kitty Ricketts bends her head. Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over
22138 her shoulder, back, arm, chair to the ground. Lynch lifts the curled
22139 caterpillar on his wand. She snakes her neck, nestling. Stephen glances
22140 behind at the squatted figure with its cap back to the front.)_
22141
22142 STEPHEN: As a matter of fact it is of no importance whether Benedetto
22143 Marcello found it or made it. The rite is the poet's rest. It may be an
22144 old hymn to Demeter or also illustrate _Coela enarrant gloriam Domini._
22145 It is susceptible of nodes or modes as far apart as hyperphrygian and
22146 mixolydian and of texts so divergent as priests haihooping round David's
22147 that is Circe's or what am I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip
22148 from the stable to his chief bassoonist about the alrightness of his
22149 almightiness. _Mais nom de nom,_ that is another pair of trousers.
22150 _Jetez la gourme. Faut que jeunesse se passe. (He stops, points at
22151 Lynch's cap, smiles, laughs)_ Which side is your knowledge bump?
22152
22153 THE CAP: _(With saturnine spleen)_ Bah! It is because it is. Woman's
22154 reason. Jewgreek is greekjew. Extremes meet. Death is the highest form
22155 of life. Bah!
22156
22157 STEPHEN: You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes.
22158 How long shall I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? Whetstone!
22159
22160 THE CAP: Bah!
22161
22162 STEPHEN: Here's another for you. _(He frowns)_ The reason is because
22163 the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible
22164 interval which...
22165
22166 THE CAP: Which? Finish. You can't.
22167
22168 STEPHEN: _(With an effort)_ Interval which. Is the greatest possible
22169 ellipse. Consistent with. The ultimate return. The octave. Which.
22170
22171 THE CAP: Which?
22172
22173 _(Outside the gramophone begins to blare_ The Holy City.)
22174
22175 STEPHEN: _(Abruptly)_ What went forth to the ends of the world to
22176 traverse not itself, God, the sun, Shakespeare, a commercial traveller,
22177 having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. Wait a
22178 moment. Wait a second. Damn that fellow's noise in the street. Self
22179 which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. _Ecco!_
22180
22181 LYNCH: _(With a mocking whinny of laughter grins at Bloom and Zoe
22182 Higgins)_ What a learned speech, eh?
22183
22184 ZOE: _(Briskly)_ God help your head, he knows more than you have
22185 forgotten.
22186
22187 _(With obese stupidity Florry Talbot regards Stephen.)_
22188
22189 FLORRY: They say the last day is coming this summer.
22190
22191 KITTY: No!
22192
22193 ZOE: _(Explodes in laughter)_ Great unjust God!
22194
22195 FLORRY: _(Offended)_ Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. O, my
22196 foot's tickling.
22197
22198 _(Ragged barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past,
22199 yelling.)_
22200
22201 THE NEWSBOYS: Stop press edition. Result of the rockinghorse races. Sea
22202 serpent in the royal canal. Safe arrival of Antichrist.
22203
22204 _(Stephen turns and sees Bloom.)_
22205
22206 STEPHEN: A time, times and half a time.
22207
22208 _(Reuben I Antichrist, wandering jew, a clutching hand open on his
22209 spine, stumps forward. Across his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from
22210 which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills. Aloft over his
22211 shoulder he bears a long boatpole from the hook of which the sodden
22212 huddled mass of his only son, saved from Liffey waters, hangs from
22213 the slack of its breeches. A hobgoblin in the image of Punch Costello,
22214 hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead
22215 and Ally Sloper nose, tumbles in somersaults through the gathering
22216 darkness.)_
22217
22218 ALL: What?
22219
22220 THE HOBGOBLIN: _(His jaws chattering, capers to and fro, goggling his
22221 eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched clutching arms, then
22222 all at once thrusts his lipless face through the fork of his thighs) Il
22223 vient! C'est moi! L'homme qui rit! L'homme primigene! (He whirls round
22224 and round with dervish howls) Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux! (He
22225 crouches juggling. Tiny roulette planets fly from his hands.) Les jeux
22226 sont faits! (The planets rush together, uttering crepitant cracks) Rien
22227 va plus! (The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and away. He
22228 springs off into vacuum.)_
22229
22230 FLORRY: _(Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly)_ The end of
22231 the world!
22232
22233 _(A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her. Nebulous obscurity
22234 occupies space. Through the drifting fog without the gramophone blares
22235 over coughs and feetshuffling.)_
22236
22237 THE GRAMOPHONE: Jerusalem!
22238
22239 Open your gates and sing
22240
22241 Hosanna...
22242
22243 _(A rocket rushes up the sky and bursts. A white star fills from it,
22244 proclaiming the consummation of all things and second coming of Elijah.
22245 Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End
22246 of the World, a twoheaded octopus in gillie's kilts, busby and tartan
22247 filibegs, whirls through the murk, head over heels, in the form of the
22248 Three Legs of Man.)_
22249
22250 THE END OF THE WORLD: _(with a Scotch accent)_ Wha'll dance the keel
22251 row, the keel row, the keel row?
22252
22253 _(Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, harsh
22254 as a corncrake's, jars on high. Perspiring in a loose lawn surplice with
22255 funnel sleeves he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which the
22256 banner of old glory is draped. He thumps the parapet.)_
22257
22258 ELIJAH: No yapping, if you please, in this booth. Jake Crane, Creole
22259 Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths
22260 shut. Say, I am operating all this trunk line. Boys, do it now. God's
22261 time is 12.25. Tell mother you'll be there. Rush your order and you play
22262 a slick ace. Join on right here. Book through to eternity junction, the
22263 nonstop run. Just one word more. Are you a god or a doggone clod? If the
22264 second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Florry Christ, Stephen
22265 Christ, Zoe Christ, Bloom Christ, Kitty Christ, Lynch Christ, it's up to
22266 you to sense that cosmic force. Have we cold feet about the cosmos?
22267 No. Be on the side of the angels. Be a prism. You have that something
22268 within, the higher self. You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama,
22269 an Ingersoll. Are you all in this vibration? I say you are. You once
22270 nobble that, congregation, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back
22271 number. You got me? It's a lifebrightener, sure. The hottest stuff ever
22272 was. It's the whole pie with jam in. It's just the cutest snappiest line
22273 out. It is immense, supersumptuous. It restores. It vibrates. I know
22274 and I am some vibrator. Joking apart and, getting down to bedrock, A.
22275 J. Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophy, have you got that? O. K.
22276 Seventyseven west sixtyninth street. Got me? That's it. You call me up
22277 by sunphone any old time. Bumboosers, save your stamps. _(He shouts)_
22278 Now then our glory song. All join heartily in the singing. Encore! _(He
22279 sings)_ Jeru...
22280
22281 THE GRAMOPHONE: _(Drowning his voice)_ Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh...
22282 _(The disc rasps gratingly against the needle)_
22283
22284 THE THREE WHORES: _(Covering their ears, squawk)_ Ahhkkk!
22285
22286 ELIJAH: _(In rolledup shirtsleeves, black in the face, shouts at the top
22287 of his voice, his arms uplifted)_ Big Brother up there, Mr President,
22288 you hear what I done just been saying to you. Certainly, I sort of
22289 believe strong in you, Mr President. I certainly am thinking now Miss
22290 Higgins and Miss Ricketts got religion way inside them. Certainly seems
22291 to me I don't never see no wusser scared female than the way you been,
22292 Miss Florry, just now as I done seed you. Mr President, you come long
22293 and help me save our sisters dear. _(He winks at his audience)_ Our Mr
22294 President, he twig the whole lot and he aint saying nothing.
22295
22296 KITTY-KATE: I forgot myself. In a weak moment I erred and did what I did
22297 on Constitution hill. I was confirmed by the bishop and enrolled in
22298 the brown scapular. My mother's sister married a Montmorency. It was a
22299 working plumber was my ruination when I was pure.
22300
22301 ZOE-FANNY: I let him larrup it into me for the fun of it.
22302
22303 FLORRY-TERESA: It was in consequence of a portwine beverage on top of
22304 Hennessy's three star. I was guilty with Whelan when he slipped into the
22305 bed.
22306
22307 STEPHEN: In the beginning was the word, in the end the world without
22308 end. Blessed be the eight beatitudes.
22309
22310 _(The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, Lenehan, Bannon,
22311 Mulligan and Lynch in white surgical students' gowns, four abreast,
22312 goosestepping, tramp fist past in noisy marching)_
22313
22314 THE BEATITUDES: _(Incoherently)_ Beer beef battledog buybull businum
22315 barnum buggerum bishop.
22316
22317 LYSTER: _(In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat, says
22318 discreetly)_ He is our friend. I need not mention names. Seek thou the
22319 light.
22320
22321 _(He corantos by. Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily
22322 laundered, his locks in curlpapers. He leads John Eglinton who wears a
22323 mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, lizardlettered, and a high pagoda
22324 hat.)_
22325
22326 BEST: _(Smiling, lifts the hat and displays a shaven poll from the crown
22327 of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with an orange topknot)_ I was
22328 just beautifying him, don't you know. A thing of beauty, don't you know,
22329 Yeats says, or I mean, Keats says.
22330
22331 JOHN EGLINTON: _(Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it
22332 towards a corner: with carping accent)_ Esthetics and cosmetics are for
22333 the boudoir. I am out for truth. Plain truth for a plain man. Tanderagee
22334 wants the facts and means to get them.
22335
22336 _(In the cone of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave,
22337 holyeyed, the bearded figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees.
22338 He rises slowly. A cold seawind blows from his druid mouth. About his
22339 head writhe eels and elvers. He is encrusted with weeds and shells. His
22340 right hand holds a bicycle pump. His left hand grasps a huge crayfish by
22341 its two talons.)_
22342
22343 MANANAUN MACLIR: _(With a voice of waves)_ Aum! Hek! Wal! Ak! Lub! Mor!
22344 Ma! White yoghin of the gods. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos.
22345 _(With a voice of whistling seawind)_ Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I won't
22346 have my leg pulled. It has been said by one: beware the left, the cult
22347 of Shakti. _(With a cry of stormbirds)_ Shakti Shiva, darkhidden Father!
22348 _(He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand. On its
22349 cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the zodiac. He wails with
22350 the vehemence of the ocean.)_ Aum! Baum! Pyjaum! I am the light of the
22351 homestead! I am the dreamery creamery butter.
22352
22353 _(A skeleton judashand strangles the light. The green light wanes to
22354 mauve. The gasjet wails whistling.)_
22355
22356 THE GASJET: Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii!
22357
22358 _(Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the
22359 mantle.)_
22360
22361 ZOE: Who has a fag as I'm here?
22362
22363 LYNCH: _(Tossing a cigarette on to the table)_ Here.
22364
22365 ZOE: _(Her head perched aside in mock pride)_ Is that the way to hand
22366 the _pot_ to a lady? _(She stretches up to light the cigarette over the
22367 flame, twirling it slowly, showing the brown tufts of her armpits. Lynch
22368 with his poker lifts boldly a side of her slip. Bare from her garters up
22369 her flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie's green. She puffs calmly
22370 at her cigarette.)_ Can you see the beautyspot of my behind?
22371
22372 LYNCH: I'm not looking
22373
22374 ZOE: _(Makes sheep's eyes)_ No? You wouldn't do a less thing. Would you
22375 suck a lemon?
22376
22377 _(Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom,
22378 then twists round towards him, pulling her slip free of the poker. Blue
22379 fluid again flows over her flesh. Bloom stands, smiling desirously,
22380 twirling his thumbs. Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her
22381 spittle and, gazing in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows. Lipoti Virag,
22382 basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through the chimneyflue and struts
22383 two steps to the left on gawky pink stilts. He is sausaged into several
22384 overcoats and wears a brown macintosh under which he holds a roll of
22385 parchment. In his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O'connor
22386 Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell. On his head is perched an Egyptian pshent.
22387 Two quills project over his ears.)_
22388
22389 VIRAG: _(Heels together, bows)_ My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely.
22390 _(He coughs thoughtfully, drily)_ Promiscuous nakedness is much in
22391 evidence hereabouts, eh? Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact
22392 that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you
22393 are a particular devotee. The injection mark on the thigh I hope you
22394 perceived? Good.
22395
22396 BLOOM: Granpapachi. But...
22397
22398 VIRAG: Number two on the other hand, she of the cherry rouge and
22399 coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of
22400 gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I
22401 should opine. Backbone in front, so to say. Correct me but I always
22402 understood that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of
22403 lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. In a
22404 word. Hippogriff. Am I right?
22405
22406 BLOOM: She is rather lean.
22407
22408 VIRAG: _(Not unpleasantly)_ Absolutely! Well observed and those pannier
22409 pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest
22410 bunchiness of hip. A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull
22411 has been mulcted. Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Observe the
22412 attention to details of dustspecks. Never put on you tomorrow what you
22413 can wear today. Parallax! _(With a nervous twitch of his head)_ Did you
22414 hear my brain go snap? Pollysyllabax!
22415
22416 BLOOM: _(An elbow resting in a hand, a forefinger against his cheek)_
22417 She seems sad.
22418
22419 VIRAG: _(Cynically, his weasel teeth bared yellow, draws down his left
22420 eye with a finger and barks hoarsely)_ Hoax! Beware of the flapper
22421 and bogus mournful. Lily of the alley. All possess bachelor's button
22422 discovered by Rualdus Columbus. Tumble her. Columble her. Chameleon.
22423 _(More genially)_ Well then, permit me to draw your attention to item
22424 number three. There is plenty of her visible to the naked eye. Observe
22425 the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull. What ho, she
22426 bumps! The ugly duckling of the party, longcasted and deep in keel.
22427
22428 BLOOM: _(Regretfully)_ When you come out without your gun.
22429
22430 VIRAG: We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. Pay your
22431 money, take your choice. How happy could you be with either...
22432
22433 BLOOM: With...?
22434
22435 VIRAG: _(His tongue upcurling)_ Lyum! Look. Her beam is broad. She
22436 is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat. Obviously mammal in
22437 weight of bosom you remark that she has in front well to the fore two
22438 protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the
22439 noonday soupplate, while on her rere lower down are two additional
22440 protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation,
22441 which leave nothing to be desired save compactness. Such fleshy parts
22442 are the product of careful nurture. When coopfattened their livers
22443 reach an elephantine size. Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and
22444 gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their
22445 brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. That
22446 suits your book, eh? Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after. Wallow in
22447 it. Lycopodium. _(His throat twitches)_ Slapbang! There he goes again.
22448
22449 BLOOM: The stye I dislike.
22450
22451 VIRAG: _(Arches his eyebrows)_ Contact with a goldring, they say.
22452 _Argumentum ad feminam_, as we said in old Rome and ancient Greece
22453 in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. For the rest Eve's
22454 sovereign remedy. Not for sale. Hire only. Huguenot. _(He twitches)_ It
22455 is a funny sound. _(He coughs encouragingly)_ But possibly it is only a
22456 wart. I presume you shall have remembered what I will have taught you on
22457 that head? Wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg.
22458
22459 BLOOM: _(Reflecting)_ Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax. This
22460 searching ordeal. It has been an unusually fatiguing day, a chapter of
22461 accidents. Wait. I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you said...
22462
22463 VIRAG: _(Severely, his nose hardhumped, his side eye winking)_ Stop
22464 twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk. See, you have forgotten.
22465 Exercise your mnemotechnic. _La causa è santa_. Tara. Tara. _(Aside)_ He
22466 will surely remember.
22467
22468 BLOOM: Rosemary also did I understand you to say or willpower over
22469 parasitic tissues. Then nay no I have an inkling. The touch of a
22470 deadhand cures. Mnemo?
22471
22472 VIRAG: _(Excitedly)_ I say so. I say so. E'en so. Technic. _(He taps his
22473 parchmentroll energetically)_ This book tells you how to act with all
22474 descriptive particulars. Consult index for agitated fear of aconite,
22475 melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. Virag is going to talk about
22476 amputation. Our old friend caustic. They must be starved. Snip off with
22477 horsehair under the denned neck. But, to change the venue to the Bulgar
22478 and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike
22479 women in male habiliments? _(With a dry snigger)_ You intended to devote
22480 an entire year to the study of the religious problem and the summer
22481 months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. Pomegranate!
22482 From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step. Pyjamas, let us say?
22483 Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? Or, put we the case,
22484 those complicated combinations, camiknickers? _(He crows derisively)_
22485 Keekeereekee!
22486
22487 _(Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores then gazes at the veiled
22488 mauve light, hearing the everflying moth.)_
22489
22490 BLOOM: I wanted then to have now concluded. Nightdress was never. Hence
22491 this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now is
22492 will then morrow as now was be past yester.
22493
22494 VIRAG: _(Prompts in a pig's whisper)_ Insects of the day spend their
22495 brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the smell of the
22496 inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve
22497 in dorsal region. Pretty Poll! _(His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally)_
22498 They had a proverb in the Carpathians in or about the year five thousand
22499 five hundred and fifty of our era. One tablespoonful of honey will
22500 attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt
22501 vinegar. Bear's buzz bothers bees. But of this apart. At another time
22502 we may resume. We were very pleased, we others. _(He coughs and, bending
22503 his brow, rubs his nose thoughtfully with a scooping hand)_ You shall
22504 find that these night insects follow the light. An illusion for remember
22505 their complex unadjustable eye. For all these knotty points see the
22506 seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion
22507 which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the year. Some, to
22508 example, there are again whose movements are automatic. Perceive. That
22509 is his appropriate sun. Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Chase me, Charley!
22510 _(He blows into bloom's ear)_ Buzz!
22511
22512 BLOOM: Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self
22513 then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I...
22514
22515 VIRAG: _(His face impassive, laughs in a rich feminine key)_ Splendid!
22516 Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. _(He gobbles
22517 gluttonously with turkey wattles)_ Bubbly jock! Bubbly jock! Where are
22518 we? Open Sesame! Cometh forth! _(He unrolls his parchment rapidly and
22519 reads, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the letters which he
22520 claws)_ Stay, good friend. I bring thee thy answer. Redbank oysters will
22521 shortly be upon us. I'm the best o'cook. Those succulent bivalves may
22522 help us and the truffles of Perigord, tubers dislodged through mister
22523 omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or
22524 viragitis. Though they stink yet they sting. _(He wags his head with
22525 cackling raillery)_ Jocular. With my eyeglass in my ocular. _(He
22526 sneezes)_ Amen!
22527
22528 BLOOM: _(Absently)_ Ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse. Always open
22529 sesame. The cloven sex. Why they fear vermin, creeping things. Yet Eve
22530 and the serpent contradicts. Not a historical fact. Obvious analogy
22531 to my idea. Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. Wind their way
22532 through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry. Like
22533 those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis.
22534
22535 VIRAG: _(His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily forlornly
22536 closed, psalms in outlandish monotone)_ That the cows with their those
22537 distended udders that they have been the the known...
22538
22539 BLOOM: I am going to scream. I beg your pardon. Ah? So. _(He repeats)_
22540 Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to entrust their
22541 teats to his avid suction. Ant milks aphis. _(Profoundly)_ Instinct
22542 rules the world. In life. In death.
22543
22544 VIRAG: _(Head askew, arches his back and hunched wingshoulders, peers
22545 at the moth out of blear bulged eyes, points a horning claw and cries)_
22546 Who's moth moth? Who's dear Gerald? Dear Ger, that you? O dear, he is
22547 Gerald. O, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Will some pleashe
22548 pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass
22549 tablenumpkin? _(He mews)_ Puss puss puss puss! _(He sighs, draws back
22550 and stares sideways down with dropping underjaw)_ Well, well. He doth
22551 rest anon. (He snaps his jaws suddenly on the air)
22552
22553 THE MOTH:
22554
22555 I'm a tiny tiny thing
22556 Ever flying in the spring
22557 Round and round a ringaring.
22558 Long ago I was a king
22559 Now I do this kind of thing
22560 On the wing, on the wing!
22561 Bing!
22562
22563 _(He rushes against the mauve shade, flapping noisily)_ Pretty pretty
22564 pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats.
22565
22566 _(From left upper entrance with two gliding steps Henry Flower comes
22567 forward to left front centre. He wears a dark mantle and drooping plumed
22568 sombrero. He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer and a longstemmed
22569 bamboo Jacob's pipe, its clay bowl fashioned as a female head. He wears
22570 dark velvet hose and silverbuckled pumps. He has the romantic Saviour's
22571 face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache. His spindlelegs and
22572 sparrow feet are those of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia. He settles
22573 down his goffered ruffs and moistens his lips with a passage of his
22574 amorous tongue.)_
22575
22576 HENRY: _(In a low dulcet voice, touching the strings of his guitar)_
22577 There is a flower that bloometh.
22578
22579 _(Virag truculent, his jowl set, stares at the lamp. Grave Bloom regards
22580 Zoe's neck. Henry gallant turns with pendant dewlap to the piano.)_
22581
22582 STEPHEN: _(To himself)_ Play with your eyes shut. Imitate pa. Filling my
22583 belly with husks of swine. Too much of this. I will arise and go to my.
22584 Expect this is the. Steve, thou art in a parlous way. Must visit old
22585 Deasy or telegraph. Our interview of this morning has left on me a deep
22586 impression. Though our ages. Will write fully tomorrow. I'm partially
22587 drunk, by the way. _(He touches the keys again)_ Minor chord comes now.
22588 Yes. Not much however.
22589
22590 _(Almidano Artifoni holds out a batonroll of music with vigorous
22591 moustachework.)_
22592
22593 ARTIFONI: _Ci rifletta. Lei rovina tutto._
22594
22595 FLORRY: Sing us something. Love's old sweet song.
22596
22597 STEPHEN: No voice. I am a most finished artist. Lynch, did I show you
22598 the letter about the lute?
22599
22600 FLORRY: _(Smirking)_ The bird that can sing and won't sing.
22601
22602 _(The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with
22603 lawnmowers, appear in the window embrasure. Both are masked with Matthew
22604 Arnold's face.)_
22605
22606 PHILIP SOBER: Take a fool's advice. All is not well. Work it out with
22607 the buttend of a pencil, like a good young idiot. Three pounds twelve
22608 you got, two notes, one sovereign, two crowns, if youth but knew.
22609 Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the Moira, Larchet's, Holles street
22610 hospital, Burke's. Eh? I am watching you.
22611
22612 PHILIP DRUNK: _(Impatiently)_ Ah, bosh, man. Go to hell! I paid my way.
22613 If I could only find out about octaves. Reduplication of personality.
22614 Who was it told me his name? _(His lawnmower begins to purr)_ Aha, yes.
22615 _Zoe mou sas agapo_. Have a notion I was here before. When was it not
22616 Atkinson his card I have somewhere. Mac Somebody. Unmack I have it. He
22617 told me about, hold on, Swinburne, was it, no?
22618
22619 FLORRY: And the song?
22620
22621 STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
22622
22623 FLORRY: Are you out of Maynooth? You're like someone I knew once.
22624
22625 STEPHEN: Out of it now. _(To himself)_ Clever.
22626
22627 PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: _(Their lawnmowers purring with a
22628 rigadoon of grasshalms)_ Clever ever. Out of it out of it. By the
22629 bye have you the book, the thing, the ashplant? Yes, there it, yes.
22630 Cleverever outofitnow. Keep in condition. Do like us.
22631
22632 ZOE: There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of
22633 business with his coat buttoned up. You needn't try to hide, I says to
22634 him. I know you've a Roman collar.
22635
22636 VIRAG: Perfectly logical from his standpoint. Fall of man. _(Harshly,
22637 his pupils waxing)_ To hell with the pope! Nothing new under the sun. I
22638 am the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. Why
22639 I left the church of Rome. Read the Priest, the Woman and the
22640 Confessional. Penrose. Flipperty Jippert. _(He wriggles)_ Woman, undoing
22641 with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man's
22642 lingam. Short time after man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat.
22643 Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. Man loves her yoni
22644 fiercely with big lingam, the stiff one. _(He cries) Coactus volui._
22645 Then giddy woman will run about. Strong man grapses woman's wrist.
22646 Woman squeals, bites, spucks. Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat
22647 yadgana. _(He chases his tail)_ Piffpaff! Popo! _(He stops, sneezes)_
22648 Pchp! _(He worries his butt)_ Prrrrrht!
22649
22650 LYNCH: I hope you gave the good father a penance. Nine glorias for
22651 shooting a bishop.
22652
22653 ZOE: _(Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils)_ He couldn't get a
22654 connection. Only, you know, sensation. A dry rush.
22655
22656 BLOOM: Poor man!
22657
22658 ZOE: _(Lightly)_ Only for what happened him.
22659
22660 BLOOM: How?
22661
22662 VIRAG: _(A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage,
22663 cranes his scraggy neck forward. He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls.)
22664 Verfluchte Goim!_ He had a father, forty fathers. He never existed. Pig
22665 God! He had two left feet. He was Judas Iacchia, a Libyan eunuch, the
22666 pope's bastard. _(He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid,
22667 his eye agonising in his flat skullneck and yelps over the mute world)_
22668 A son of a whore. Apocalypse.
22669
22670 KITTY: And Mary Shortall that was in the lock with the pox she got from
22671 Jimmy Pidgeon in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow
22672 and was smothered with the convulsions in the mattress and we all
22673 subscribed for the funeral.
22674
22675 PHILIP DRUNK: _(Gravely) Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position,
22676 Philippe?_
22677
22678 PHILIP SOBER: _(Gaily) c'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe._
22679
22680 _(Kitty unpins her hat and sets it down calmly, patting her henna hair.
22681 And a prettier, a daintier head of winsome curls was never seen on a
22682 whore's shoulders. Lynch puts on her hat. She whips it off.)_
22683
22684 LYNCH: _(Laughs)_ And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated
22685 anthropoid apes.
22686
22687 FLORRY: _(Nods)_ Locomotor ataxy.
22688
22689 ZOE: _(Gaily)_ O, my dictionary.
22690
22691 LYNCH: Three wise virgins.
22692
22693 VIRAG: _(Agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his bony
22694 epileptic lips)_ She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. Panther,
22695 the Roman centurion, polluted her with his genitories. _(He sticks out
22696 a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his hand on his fork)_
22697 Messiah! He burst her tympanum. _(With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks
22698 his hips in the cynical spasm)_ Hik! Hek! Hak! Hok! Huk! Kok! Kuk!
22699
22700 _(Ben Jumbo Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled,
22701 hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands
22702 forth, his loins and genitals tightened into a pair of black bathing
22703 bagslops.)_
22704
22705 BEN DOLLARD: _(Nakkering castanet bones in his huge padded paws, yodels
22706 jovially in base barreltone)_ When love absorbs my ardent soul.
22707
22708 _(The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the
22709 ringkeepers and the ropes and mob him with open arms.)_
22710
22711 THE VIRGINS: _(Gushingly)_ Big Ben! Ben my Chree!
22712
22713 A VOICE: Hold that fellow with the bad breeches.
22714
22715 BEN DOLLARD: _(Smites his thigh in abundant laughter)_ Hold him now.
22716
22717 HENRY: _(Caressing on his breast a severed female head, murmurs)_ Thine
22718 heart, mine love. _(He plucks his lutestrings)_ When first I saw...
22719
22720 VIRAG: _(Sloughing his skins, his multitudinous plumage moulting)_ Rats!
22721 _(He yawns, showing a coalblack throat, and closes his jaws by an upward
22722 push of his parchmentroll)_ After having said which I took my departure.
22723 Farewell. Fare thee well. _Dreck!_
22724
22725 _(Henry Flower combs his moustache and beard rapidly with a pocketcomb
22726 and gives a cow's lick to his hair. Steered by his rapier, he glides to
22727 the door, his wild harp slung behind him. Virag reaches the door in two
22728 ungainly stilthops, his tail cocked, and deftly claps sideways on the
22729 wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with his head.)_
22730
22731 THE FLYBILL: K. II. Post No Bills. Strictly confidential. Dr Hy Franks.
22732
22733 HENRY: All is lost now.
22734
22735 _(Virag unscrews his head in a trice and holds it under his arm.)_
22736
22737 VIRAG'S HEAD: Quack!
22738
22739 _(Exeunt severally.)_
22740
22741 STEPHEN: _(Over his shoulder to zoe)_ You would have preferred
22742 the fighting parson who founded the protestant error. But beware
22743 Antisthenes, the dog sage, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. The
22744 agony in the closet.
22745
22746 LYNCH: All one and the same God to her.
22747
22748 STEPHEN: _(Devoutly)_ And sovereign Lord of all things.
22749
22750 FLORRY: _(To Stephen)_ I'm sure you're a spoiled priest. Or a monk.
22751
22752 LYNCH: He is. A cardinal's son.
22753
22754 STEPHEN: Cardinal sin. Monks of the screw.
22755
22756 _(His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all Ireland,
22757 appears in the doorway, dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks. Seven
22758 dwarf simian acolytes, also in red, cardinal sins, uphold his train,
22759 peeping under it. He wears a battered silk hat sideways on his head. His
22760 thumbs are stuck in his armpits and his palms outspread. Round his
22761 neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his breast in a corkscrew cross.
22762 Releasing his thumbs, he invokes grace from on high with large wave
22763 gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp:)_
22764
22765 THE CARDINAL:
22766
22767 Conservio lies captured
22768 He lies in the lowest dungeon
22769 With manacles and chains around his limbs
22770 Weighing upwards of three tons.
22771
22772 _(He looks at all for a moment, his right eye closed tight, his left
22773 cheek puffed out. Then, unable to repress his merriment, he rocks to and
22774 fro, arms akimbo, and sings with broad rollicking humour:)_
22775
22776 O, the poor little fellow
22777 Hihihihihis legs they were yellow
22778 He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a snake
22779 But some bloody savage
22780 To graize his white cabbage
22781 He murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake.
22782
22783 _(A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe. He scratches himself
22784 with crossed arms at his ribs, grimacing, and exclaims:)_
22785
22786 I'm suffering the agony of the damned. By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to
22787 Jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous. If they were they'd
22788 walk me off the face of the bloody globe.
22789
22790 _(His head aslant he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers,
22791 imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying
22792 his hat from side to side, shrinking quickly to the size of his
22793 trainbearers. The dwarf acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling,
22794 Easterkissing, zigzag behind him. His voice is heard mellow from afar,
22795 merciful male, melodious:)_
22796
22797 Shall carry my heart to thee,
22798 Shall carry my heart to thee,
22799 And the breath of the balmy night
22800 Shall carry my heart to thee!
22801 _(The trick doorhandle turns.)_
22802
22803
22804 THE DOORHANDLE: Theeee!
22805
22806 ZOE: The devil is in that door.
22807
22808 _(A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard taking
22809 the waterproof and hat from the rack. Bloom starts forward involuntarily
22810 and, half closing the door as he passes, takes the chocolate from his
22811 pocket and offers it nervously to Zoe.)_
22812
22813 ZOE: _(Sniffs his hair briskly)_ Hmmm! Thank your mother for the
22814 rabbits. I'm very fond of what I like.
22815
22816 BLOOM: _(Hearing a male voice in talk with the whores on the doorstep,
22817 pricks his ears)_ If it were he? After? Or because not? Or the double
22818 event?
22819
22820 ZOE: _(Tears open the silverfoil)_ Fingers was made before forks. _(She
22821 breaks off and nibbles a piece gives a piece to Kitty Ricketts and then
22822 turns kittenishly to Lynch)_ No objection to French lozenges? _(He nods.
22823 She taunts him.)_ Have it now or wait till you get it? _(He opens his
22824 mouth, his head cocked. She whirls the prize in left circle. His head
22825 follows. She whirls it back in right circle. He eyes her.)_ Catch!
22826
22827 _(She tosses a piece. With an adroit snap he catches it and bites it
22828 through with a crack.)_
22829
22830 KITTY: _(Chewing)_ The engineer I was with at the bazaar does have
22831 lovely ones. Full of the best liqueurs. And the viceroy was there with
22832 his lady. The gas we had on the Toft's hobbyhorses. I'm giddy still.
22833
22834 BLOOM: _(In Svengali's fur overcoat, with folded arms and Napoleonic
22835 forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance
22836 towards the door. Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a swift
22837 pass with impelling fingers and gives the sign of past master, drawing
22838 his right arm downwards from his left shoulder.)_ Go, go, go, I conjure
22839 you, whoever you are!
22840
22841 _(A male cough and tread are heard passing through the mist outside.
22842 Bloom's features relax. He places a hand in his waistcoat, posing
22843 calmly. Zoe offers him chocolate.)_
22844
22845 BLOOM: _(Solemnly)_ Thanks.
22846
22847 ZOE: Do as you're bid. Here!
22848
22849 _(A firm heelclacking tread is heard on the stairs.)_
22850
22851 BLOOM: _(Takes the chocolate)_ Aphrodisiac? Tansy and pennyroyal. But I
22852 bought it. Vanilla calms or? Mnemo. Confused light confuses memory. Red
22853 influences lupus. Colours affect women's characters, any they have. This
22854 black makes me sad. Eat and be merry for tomorrow. _(He eats)_ Influence
22855 taste too, mauve. But it is so long since I. Seems new. Aphro. That
22856 priest. Must come. Better late than never. Try truffles at Andrews.
22857
22858 _(The door opens. Bella Cohen, a massive whoremistress, enters. She
22859 is dressed in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the hem with
22860 tasselled selvedge, and cools herself flirting a black horn fan like
22861 Minnie Hauck in_ Carmen. _On her left hand are wedding and keeper rings.
22862 Her eyes are deeply carboned. She has a sprouting moustache. Her
22863 olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted
22864 nostrils. She has large pendant beryl eardrops.)_
22865
22866 BELLA: My word! I'm all of a mucksweat.
22867
22868 _(She glances round her at the couples. Then her eyes rest on Bloom with
22869 hard insistence. Her large fan winnows wind towards her heated faceneck
22870 and embonpoint. Her falcon eyes glitter.)_
22871
22872 THE FAN: _(Flirting quickly, then slowly)_ Married, I see.
22873
22874 BLOOM: Yes. Partly, I have mislaid...
22875
22876 THE FAN: _(Half opening, then closing)_ And the missus is master.
22877 Petticoat government.
22878
22879 BLOOM: _(Looks down with a sheepish grin)_ That is so.
22880
22881 THE FAN: _(Folding together, rests against her left eardrop)_ Have you
22882 forgotten me?
22883
22884 BLOOM: Yes. Yo.
22885
22886 THE FAN: _(Folded akimbo against her waist)_ Is me her was you dreamed
22887 before? Was then she him you us since knew? Am all them and the same now
22888 we?
22889
22890 _(Bella approaches, gently tapping with the fan.)_
22891
22892 BLOOM: _(Wincing)_ Powerful being. In my eyes read that slumber which
22893 women love.
22894
22895 THE FAN: _(Tapping)_ We have met. You are mine. It is fate.
22896
22897 BLOOM: _(Cowed)_ Exuberant female. Enormously I desiderate your
22898 domination. I am exhausted, abandoned, no more young. I stand, so to
22899 speak, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before
22900 the too late box of the general postoffice of human life. The door
22901 and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per
22902 second according to the law of falling bodies. I have felt this instant
22903 a twinge of sciatica in my left glutear muscle. It runs in our family.
22904 Poor dear papa, a widower, was a regular barometer from it. He believed
22905 in animal heat. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. Near the
22906 end, remembering king David and the Sunamite, he shared his bed with
22907 Athos, faithful after death. A dog's spittle as you probably... _(He
22908 winces)_ Ah!
22909
22910 RICHIE GOULDING: _(Bagweighted, passes the door)_ Mocking is catch. Best
22911 value in Dub. Fit for a prince's. Liver and kidney.
22912
22913 THE FAN: _(Tapping)_ All things end. Be mine. Now.
22914
22915 BLOOM: _(Undecided)_ All now? I should not have parted with my talisman.
22916 Rain, exposure at dewfall on the searocks, a peccadillo at my time of
22917 life. Every phenomenon has a natural cause.
22918
22919 THE FAN: _(Points downwards slowly)_ You may.
22920
22921 BLOOM: _(Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace)_ We are
22922 observed.
22923
22924 THE FAN: _(Points downwards quickly)_ You must.
22925
22926 BLOOM: _(With desire, with reluctance)_ I can make a true black knot.
22927 Learned when I served my time and worked the mail order line for
22928 Kellett's. Experienced hand. Every knot says a lot. Let me. In courtesy.
22929 I knelt once before today. Ah!
22930
22931 _(Bella raises her gown slightly and, steadying her pose, lifts to the
22932 edge of a chair a plump buskined hoof and a full pastern, silksocked.
22933 Bloom, stifflegged, aging, bends over her hoof and with gentle fingers
22934 draws out and in her laces.)_
22935
22936 BLOOM: _(Murmurs lovingly)_ To be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my
22937 love's young dream, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace
22938 up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so
22939 incredibly impossibly small, of Clyde Road ladies. Even their wax model
22940 Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb
22941 toe, as worn in Paris.
22942
22943 THE HOOF: Smell my hot goathide. Feel my royal weight.
22944
22945 BLOOM: _(Crosslacing)_ Too tight?
22946
22947 THE HOOF: If you bungle, Handy Andy, I'll kick your football for you.
22948
22949 BLOOM: Not to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the night of the bazaar
22950 dance. Bad luck. Hook in wrong tache of her... person you mentioned.
22951 That night she met... Now!
22952
22953 _(He knots the lace. Bella places her foot on the floor. Bloom raises
22954 his head. Her heavy face, her eyes strike him in midbrow. His eyes grow
22955 dull, darker and pouched, his nose thickens.)_
22956
22957 BLOOM: _(Mumbles)_ Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen,...
22958
22959 BELLO: _(With a hard basilisk stare, in a baritone voice)_ Hound of
22960 dishonour!
22961
22962 BLOOM: _(Infatuated)_ Empress!
22963
22964 BELLO: _(His heavy cheekchops sagging)_ Adorer of the adulterous rump!
22965
22966 BLOOM: _(Plaintively)_ Hugeness!
22967
22968 BELLO: Dungdevourer!
22969
22970 BLOOM: _(With sinews semiflexed)_ Magmagnificence!
22971
22972 BELLO: Down! _(He taps her on the shoulder with his fan)_ Incline feet
22973 forward! Slide left foot one pace back! You will fall. You are falling.
22974 On the hands down!
22975
22976 BLOOM: _(Her eyes upturned in the sign of admiration, closing, yaps)_
22977 Truffles!
22978
22979 _(With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all fours, grunting,
22980 snuffling, rooting at his feet: then lies, shamming dead, with eyes shut
22981 tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground in the attitude of most
22982 excellent master.)_
22983
22984 BELLO: _(With bobbed hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his
22985 shaven mouth, in mountaineer's puttees, green silverbuttoned coat, sport
22986 skirt and alpine hat with moorcock's feather, his hands stuck deep in
22987 his breeches pockets, places his heel on her neck and grinds it in)_
22988 Footstool! Feel my entire weight. Bow, bondslave, before the throne of
22989 your despot's glorious heels so glistening in their proud erectness.
22990
22991 BLOOM: _(Enthralled, bleats)_ I promise never to disobey.
22992
22993 BELLO: _(Laughs loudly)_ Holy smoke! You little know what's in store for
22994 you. I'm the Tartar to settle your little lot and break you in! I'll bet
22995 Kentucky cocktails all round I shame it out of you, old son. Cheek me,
22996 I dare you. If you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be
22997 inflicted in gym costume.
22998
22999 _(Bloom creeps under the sofa and peers out through the fringe.)_
23000
23001 ZOE: _(Widening her slip to screen her)_ She's not here.
23002
23003 BLOOM: _(Closing her eyes)_ She's not here.
23004
23005 FLORRY: _(Hiding her with her gown)_ She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.
23006 She'll be good, sir.
23007
23008 KITTY: Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello. Sure you won't, ma'amsir.
23009
23010 BELLO: _(Coaxingly)_ Come, ducky dear, I want a word with you, darling,
23011 just to administer correction. Just a little heart to heart talk,
23012 sweety. _(Bloom puts out her timid head)_ There's a good girly now.
23013 _(Bello grabs her hair violently and drags her forward)_ I only want
23014 to correct you for your own good on a soft safe spot. How's that tender
23015 behind? O, ever so gently, pet. Begin to get ready.
23016
23017 BLOOM: _(Fainting)_ Don't tear my...
23018
23019 BELLO: _(Savagely)_ The nosering, the pliers, the bastinado, the hanging
23020 hook, the knout I'll make you kiss while the flutes play like the Nubian
23021 slave of old. You're in for it this time! I'll make you remember me for
23022 the balance of your natural life. _(His forehead veins swollen, his face
23023 congested)_ I shall sit on your ottoman saddleback every morning after
23024 my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a bottle
23025 of Guinness's porter. _(He belches)_ And suck my thumping good Stock
23026 Exchange cigar while I read the _Licensed Victualler's Gazette_. Very
23027 possibly I shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and
23028 enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling from the baking tin basted
23029 and baked like sucking pig with rice and lemon or currant sauce. It will
23030 hurt you. _(He twists her arm. Bloom squeals, turning turtle.)_
23031
23032 BLOOM: Don't be cruel, nurse! Don't!
23033
23034 BELLO: _(Twisting)_ Another!
23035
23036 BLOOM: _(Screams)_ O, it's hell itself! Every nerve in my body aches
23037 like mad!
23038
23039 BELLO: _(Shouts)_ Good, by the rumping jumping general! That's the best
23040 bit of news I heard these six weeks. Here, don't keep me waiting, damn
23041 you! _(He slaps her face)_
23042
23043 BLOOM: _(Whimpers)_ You're after hitting me. I'll tell...
23044
23045 BELLO: Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.
23046
23047 ZOE: Yes. Walk on him! I will.
23048
23049 FLORRY: I will. Don't be greedy.
23050
23051 KITTY: No, me. Lend him to me.
23052
23053 _(The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a greasy bib,
23054 men's grey and green socks and brogues, floursmeared, a rollingpin stuck
23055 with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand, appears at the door.)_
23056
23057 MRS KEOGH: _(Ferociously)_ Can I help? _(They hold and pinion Bloom.)_
23058
23059 BELLO: _(Squats with a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, puffing
23060 cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg)_ I see Keating Clay is elected
23061 vicechairman of the Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness's preference
23062 shares are at sixteen three quaffers. Curse me for a fool that didn't
23063 buy that lot Craig and Gardner told me about. Just my infernal luck,
23064 curse it. And that Goddamned outsider _Throwaway_ at twenty to one.
23065 _(He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear)_ Where's that Goddamned
23066 cursed ashtray?
23067
23068 BLOOM: _(Goaded, buttocksmothered)_ O! O! Monsters! Cruel one!
23069
23070 BELLO: Ask for that every ten minutes. Beg. Pray for it as you never
23071 prayed before. _(He thrusts out a figged fist and foul cigar)_ Here,
23072 kiss that. Both. Kiss. _(He throws a leg astride and, pressing with
23073 horseman's knees, calls in a hard voice)_ Gee up! A cockhorse to Banbury
23074 cross. I'll ride him for the Eclipse stakes. _(He bends sideways and
23075 squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting)_ Ho! Off we pop! I'll
23076 nurse you in proper fashion. _(He horserides cockhorse, leaping in the
23077 saddle)_ The lady goes a pace a pace and the coachman goes a trot a trot
23078 and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop.
23079
23080 FLORRY: _(Pulls at Bello)_ Let me on him now. You had enough. I asked
23081 before you.
23082
23083 ZOE: _(Pulling at florry)_ Me. Me. Are you not finished with him yet,
23084 suckeress?
23085
23086 BLOOM: _(Stifling)_ Can't.
23087
23088 BELLO: Well, I'm not. Wait. _(He holds in his breath)_ Curse it. Here.
23089 This bung's about burst. _(He uncorks himself behind: then, contorting
23090 his features, farts loudly)_ Take that! _(He recorks himself)_ Yes, by
23091 Jingo, sixteen three quarters.
23092
23093 BLOOM: _(A sweat breaking out over him)_ Not man. _(He sniffs)_ Woman.
23094
23095 BELLO: _(Stands up)_ No more blow hot and cold. What you longed for has
23096 come to pass. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing
23097 under the yoke. Now for your punishment frock. You will shed your male
23098 garments, you understand, Ruby Cohen? and don the shot silk luxuriously
23099 rustling over head and shoulders. And quickly too!
23100
23101 BLOOM: _(Shrinks)_ Silk, mistress said! O crinkly! scrapy! Must I
23102 tiptouch it with my nails?
23103
23104 BELLO: _(Points to his whores)_ As they are now so will you be, wigged,
23105 singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with smoothshaven armpits. Tape
23106 measurements will be taken next your skin. You will be laced with cruel
23107 force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to
23108 the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the absolute outside edge, while your figure,
23109 plumper than when at large, will be restrained in nettight frocks,
23110 pretty two ounce petticoats and fringes and things stamped, of course,
23111 with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie for Alice and nice
23112 scent for Alice. Alice will feel the pullpull. Martha and Mary will be
23113 a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly
23114 flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you...
23115
23116 BLOOM: _(A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, mustard hair and large
23117 male hands and nose, leering mouth)_ I tried her things on only twice,
23118 a small prank, in Holles street. When we were hard up I washed them to
23119 save the laundry bill. My own shirts I turned. It was the purest thrift.
23120
23121 BELLO: _(Jeers)_ Little jobs that make mother pleased, eh? And showed
23122 off coquettishly in your domino at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds
23123 your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrender,
23124 eh? Ho! ho! I have to laugh! That secondhand black operatop shift and
23125 short trunkleg naughties all split up the stitches at her last rape that
23126 Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the Shelbourne hotel, eh?
23127
23128 BLOOM: Miriam. Black. Demimondaine.
23129
23130 BELLO: _(Guffaws)_ Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this! You were
23131 a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and
23132 lay swooning in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be
23133 violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.
23134 P., signor Laci Daremo, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the liftboy,
23135 Henri Fleury of Gordon Bennett fame, Sheridan, the quadroon Croesus, the
23136 varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her splendid Newfoundland
23137 and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton. _(He guffaws again)_ Christ,
23138 wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh?
23139
23140 BLOOM: _(Her hands and features working)_ It was Gerald converted me to
23141 be a true corsetlover when I was female impersonator in the High School
23142 play _Vice Versa_. It was dear Gerald. He got that kink, fascinated by
23143 sister's stays. Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his
23144 eyelids. Cult of the beautiful.
23145
23146 BELLO: _(With wicked glee)_ Beautiful! Give us a breather! When you
23147 took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the
23148 smoothworn throne.
23149
23150 BLOOM: Science. To compare the various joys we each enjoy. _(Earnestly)_
23151 And really it's better the position... because often I used to wet...
23152
23153 BELLO: _(Sternly)_ No insubordination! The sawdust is there in the
23154 corner for you. I gave you strict instructions, didn't I? Do it
23155 standing, sir! I'll teach you to behave like a jinkleman! If I catch a
23156 trace on your swaddles. Aha! By the ass of the Dorans you'll find I'm a
23157 martinet. The sins of your past are rising against you. Many. Hundreds.
23158
23159 THE SINS OF THE PAST: _(In a medley of voices)_ He went through a form
23160 of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the
23161 Black church. Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn
23162 at an address in D'Olier street while he presented himself indecently to
23163 the instrument in the callbox. By word and deed he frankly encouraged
23164 a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary
23165 outhouse attached to empty premises. In five public conveniences
23166 he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all
23167 strongmembered males. And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did
23168 he not pass night after night by loving courting couples to see if and
23169 what and how much he could see? Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar,
23170 gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to
23171 him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order?
23172
23173 BELLO: _(Whistles loudly)_ Say! What was the most revolting piece of
23174 obscenity in all your career of crime? Go the whole hog. Puke it out! Be
23175 candid for once.
23176
23177 _(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering,
23178 Booloohoom. Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny Cassidy's hag, blind
23179 stripling, Larry Rhinoceros, the girl, the woman, the whore, the other,
23180 the...)_
23181
23182 BLOOM: Don't ask me! Our mutual faith. Pleasants street. I only thought
23183 the half of the... I swear on my sacred oath...
23184
23185 BELLO: _(Peremptorily)_ Answer. Repugnant wretch! I insist on knowing.
23186 Tell me something to amuse me, smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a
23187 line of poetry, quick, quick, quick! Where? How? What time? With how
23188 many? I give you just three seconds. One! Two! Thr...
23189
23190 BLOOM: _(Docile, gurgles)_ I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant
23191
23192 BELLO: _(Imperiously)_ O, get out, you skunk! Hold your tongue! Speak
23193 when you're spoken to.
23194
23195 BLOOM: _(Bows)_ Master! Mistress! Mantamer!
23196
23197 _(He lifts his arms. His bangle bracelets fill.)_
23198
23199 BELLO: _(Satirically)_ By day you will souse and bat our smelling
23200 underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and swab out our latrines
23201 with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail. Won't that be
23202 nice? _(He places a ruby ring on her finger)_ And there now! With this
23203 ring I thee own. Say, thank you, mistress.
23204
23205 BLOOM: Thank you, mistress.
23206
23207 BELLO: You will make the beds, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in
23208 the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a sandy one.
23209 Ay, and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or lap it up like champagne.
23210 Drink me piping hot. Hop! You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you
23211 on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and spank your bare bot right well, miss,
23212 with the hairbrush. You'll be taught the error of your ways. At night
23213 your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves
23214 newpowdered with talc and having delicately scented fingertips. For such
23215 favours knights of old laid down their lives. _(He chuckles)_ My boys
23216 will be no end charmed to see you so ladylike, the colonel, above
23217 all, when they come here the night before the wedding to fondle my new
23218 attraction in gilded heels. First I'll have a go at you myself. A man I
23219 know on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh (I was in bed with him just
23220 now and another gentleman out of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office) is
23221 on the lookout for a maid of all work at a short knock. Swell the bust.
23222 Smile. Droop shoulders. What offers? _(He points)_ For that lot. Trained
23223 by owner to fetch and carry, basket in mouth. _(He bares his arm and
23224 plunges it elbowdeep in Bloom's vulva)_ There's fine depth for you!
23225 What, boys? That give you a hardon? _(He shoves his arm in a bidder's
23226 face)_ Here wet the deck and wipe it round!
23227
23228 A BIDDER: A florin.
23229
23230 _(Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell.)_
23231
23232 THE LACQUEY: Barang!
23233
23234 A VOICE: One and eightpence too much.
23235
23236 CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Must be virgin. Good breath. Clean.
23237
23238 BELLO: _(Gives a rap with his gavel)_ Two bar. Rockbottom figure and
23239 cheap at the price. Fourteen hands high. Touch and examine his points.
23240 Handle him. This downy skin, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. If
23241 I had only my gold piercer here! And quite easy to milk. Three newlaid
23242 gallons a day. A pure stockgetter, due to lay within the hour. His
23243 sire's milk record was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty weeks.
23244 Whoa my jewel! Beg up! Whoa! _(He brands his initial C on Bloom's
23245 croup)_ So! Warranted Cohen! What advance on two bob, gentlemen?
23246
23247 A DARKVISAGED MAN: _(In disguised accent)_ Hoondert punt sterlink.
23248
23249 VOICES: _(Subdued)_ For the Caliph. Haroun Al Raschid.
23250
23251 BELLO: _(Gaily)_ Right. Let them all come. The scanty, daringly short
23252 skirt, riding up at the knee to show a peep of white pantalette, is a
23253 potent weapon and transparent stockings, emeraldgartered, with the
23254 long straight seam trailing up beyond the knee, appeal to the better
23255 instincts of the _blasé_ man about town. Learn the smooth mincing walk
23256 on four inch Louis Quinze heels, the Grecian bend with provoking croup,
23257 the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing. Bring all your powers of
23258 fascination to bear on them. Pander to their Gomorrahan vices.
23259
23260 BLOOM: _(Bends his blushing face into his armpit and simpers with
23261 forefinger in mouth)_ O, I know what you're hinting at now!
23262
23263 BELLO: What else are you good for, an impotent thing like you? _(He
23264 stoops and, peering, pokes with his fan rudely under the fat suet folds
23265 of Bloom's haunches)_ Up! Up! Manx cat! What have we here? Where's your
23266 curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you, cockyolly? Sing, birdy,
23267 sing. It's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart. Buy
23268 a bucket or sell your pump. _(Loudly)_ Can you do a man's job?
23269
23270 BLOOM: Eccles street...
23271
23272 BELLO: _(Sarcastically)_ I wouldn't hurt your feelings for the world but
23273 there's a man of brawn in possession there. The tables are turned, my
23274 gay young fellow! He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Well for
23275 you, you muff, if you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all
23276 over it. He shot his bolt, I can tell you! Foot to foot, knee to knee,
23277 belly to belly, bubs to breast! He's no eunuch. A shock of red hair he
23278 has sticking out of him behind like a furzebush! Wait for nine months,
23279 my lad! Holy ginger, it's kicking and coughing up and down in her guts
23280 already! That makes you wild, don't it? Touches the spot? _(He spits in
23281 contempt)_ Spittoon!
23282
23283 BLOOM: I was indecently treated, I... Inform the police. Hundred
23284 pounds. Unmentionable. I...
23285
23286 BELLO: Would if you could, lame duck. A downpour we want not your
23287 drizzle.
23288
23289 BLOOM: To drive me mad! Moll! I forgot! Forgive! Moll... We... Still...
23290
23291 BELLO: _(Ruthlessly)_ No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman's will
23292 since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years.
23293 Return and see.
23294
23295 _(Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the wold.)_
23296
23297 SLEEPY HOLLOW: Rip van Wink! Rip van Winkle!
23298
23299 BLOOM: _(In tattered mocassins with a rusty fowlingpiece, tiptoeing,
23300 fingertipping, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the diamond
23301 panes, cries out)_ I see her! It's she! The first night at Mat Dillon's!
23302 But that dress, the green! And her hair is dyed gold and he...
23303
23304 BELLO: _(Laughs mockingly)_ That's your daughter, you owl, with a
23305 Mullingar student.
23306
23307 _(Milly Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, her blue scarf
23308 in the seawind simply swirling, breaks from the arms of her lover and
23309 calls, her young eyes wonderwide.)_
23310
23311 MILLY: My! It's Papli! But, O Papli, how old you've grown!
23312
23313 BELLO: Changed, eh? Our whatnot, our writingtable where we never wrote,
23314 aunt Hegarty's armchair, our classic reprints of old masters. A man and
23315 his menfriends are living there in clover. The _Cuckoos' Rest!_ Why not?
23316 How many women had you, eh, following them up dark streets, flatfoot,
23317 exciting them by your smothered grunts, what, you male prostitute?
23318 Blameless dames with parcels of groceries. Turn about. Sauce for the
23319 goose, my gander O.
23320
23321 BLOOM: They... I...
23322
23323 BELLO: _(Cuttingly)_ Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet
23324 you bought at Wren's auction. In their horseplay with Moll the romp to
23325 find the buck flea in her breeches they will deface the little statue
23326 you carried home in the rain for art for art' sake. They will violate
23327 the secrets of your bottom drawer. Pages will be torn from your handbook
23328 of astronomy to make them pipespills. And they will spit in your ten
23329 shilling brass fender from Hampton Leedom's.
23330
23331 BLOOM: Ten and six. The act of low scoundrels. Let me go. I will return.
23332 I will prove...
23333
23334 A VOICE: Swear!
23335
23336 _(Bloom clenches his fists and crawls forward, a bowieknife between his
23337 teeth.)_
23338
23339 BELLO: As a paying guest or a kept man? Too late. You have made your
23340 secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Your epitaph is written. You
23341 are down and out and don't you forget it, old bean.
23342
23343 BLOOM: Justice! All Ireland versus one! Has nobody...? _(He bites his
23344 thumb)_
23345
23346 BELLO: Die and be damned to you if you have any sense of decency
23347 or grace about you. I can give you a rare old wine that'll send you
23348 skipping to hell and back. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have!
23349 If you have none see you damn well get it, steal it, rob it! We'll bury
23350 you in our shrubbery jakes where you'll be dead and dirty with old Cuck
23351 Cohen, my stepnephew I married, the bloody old gouty procurator and
23352 sodomite with a crick in his neck, and my other ten or eleven husbands,
23353 whatever the buggers' names were, suffocated in the one cesspool. _(He
23354 explodes in a loud phlegmy laugh)_ We'll manure you, Mr Flower! _(He
23355 pipes scoffingly)_ Byby, Poldy! Byby, Papli!
23356
23357 BLOOM: _(Clasps his head)_ My willpower! Memory! I have sinned! I have
23358 suff...
23359
23360 _(He weeps tearlessly)_
23361
23362 BELLO: _(Sneers)_ Crybabby! Crocodile tears!
23363
23364 _(Bloom, broken, closely veiled for the sacrifice, sobs, his face to
23365 the earth. The passing bell is heard. Darkshawled figures of the
23366 circumcised, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the wailing wall. M.
23367 Shulomowitz, Joseph Goldwater, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M.
23368 Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, The Reverend Leopold
23369 Abramovitz, Chazen. With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the
23370 recreant Bloom.)_
23371
23372 THE CIRCUMCISED: _(In dark guttural chant as they cast dead sea fruit
23373 upon him, no flowers) Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad._
23374
23375 VOICES: _(Sighing)_ So he's gone. Ah yes. Yes, indeed. Bloom? Never
23376 heard of him. No? Queer kind of chap. There's the widow. That so? Ah,
23377 yes.
23378
23379 _(From the suttee pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends. The pall of
23380 incense smoke screens and disperses. Out of her oakframe a nymph with
23381 hair unbound, lightly clad in teabrown artcolours, descends from her
23382 grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom.)_
23383
23384 THE YEWS: _(Their leaves whispering)_ Sister. Our sister. Ssh!
23385
23386 THE NYMPH: _(Softly)_ Mortal! _(Kindly)_ Nay, dost not weepest!
23387
23388 BLOOM: _(Crawls jellily forward under the boughs, streaked by sunlight,
23389 with dignity)_ This position. I felt it was expected of me. Force of
23390 habit.
23391
23392 THE NYMPH: Mortal! You found me in evil company, highkickers, coster
23393 picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in
23394 fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical
23395 act, the hit of the century. I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt
23396 of rock oil. I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to
23397 disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads,
23398 proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured
23399 gentleman. Useful hints to the married.
23400
23401 BLOOM: _(Lifts a turtle head towards her lap)_ We have met before. On
23402 another star.
23403
23404 THE NYMPH: _(Sadly)_ Rubber goods. Neverrip brand as supplied to the
23405 aristocracy. Corsets for men. I cure fits or money refunded. Unsolicited
23406 testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber. My bust
23407 developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo.
23408
23409 BLOOM: You mean _Photo Bits?_
23410
23411 THE NYMPH: I do. You bore me away, framed me in oak and tinsel, set me
23412 above your marriage couch. Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in
23413 four places. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my
23414 shame.
23415
23416 BLOOM: _(Humbly kisses her long hair)_ Your classic curves, beautiful
23417 immortal, I was glad to look on you, to praise you, a thing of beauty,
23418 almost to pray.
23419
23420 THE NYMPH: During dark nights I heard your praise.
23421
23422 BLOOM: _(Quickly)_ Yes, yes. You mean that I... Sleep reveals the worst
23423 side of everyone, children perhaps excepted. I know I fell out of bed
23424 or rather was pushed. Steel wine is said to cure snoring. For the rest
23425 there is that English invention, pamphlet of which I received some days
23426 ago, incorrectly addressed. It claims to afford a noiseless, inoffensive
23427 vent. _(He sighs)_ 'Twas ever thus. Frailty, thy name is marriage.
23428
23429 THE NYMPH: _(Her fingers in her ears)_ And words. They are not in my
23430 dictionary.
23431
23432 BLOOM: You understood them?
23433
23434 THE YEWS: Ssh!
23435
23436 THE NYMPH: _(Covers her face with her hands)_ What have I not seen in
23437 that chamber? What must my eyes look down on?
23438
23439 BLOOM: _(Apologetically)_ I know. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up
23440 with care. The quoits are loose. From Gibraltar by long sea long ago.
23441
23442 THE NYMPH: _(Bends her head)_ Worse, worse!
23443
23444 BLOOM: _(Reflects precautiously)_ That antiquated commode. It wasn't her
23445 weight. She scaled just eleven stone nine. She put on nine pounds
23446 after weaning. It was a crack and want of glue. Eh? And that absurd
23447 orangekeyed utensil which has only one handle.
23448
23449 _(The sound of a waterfall is heard in bright cascade.)_
23450
23451 THE WATERFALL:
23452
23453 Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
23454 Poulaphouca Poulaphouca.
23455
23456 THE YEWS: _(Mingling their boughs)_ Listen. Whisper. She is right, our
23457 sister. We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. We gave shade on languorous
23458 summer days.
23459
23460
23461 JOHN WYSE NOLAN: _(In the background, in Irish National Forester's
23462 uniform, doffs his plumed hat)_ Prosper! Give shade on languorous days,
23463 trees of Ireland!
23464
23465 THE YEWS: _(Murmuring)_ Who came to Poulaphouca with the High School
23466 excursion? Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?
23467
23468 BLOOM: _(Scared)_ High School of Poula? Mnemo? Not in full possession of
23469 faculties. Concussion. Run over by tram.
23470
23471 THE ECHO: Sham!
23472
23473 BLOOM: _(Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in nondescript
23474 juvenile grey and black striped suit, too small for him, white tennis
23475 shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a red schoolcap with
23476 badge)_ I was in my teens, a growing boy. A little then sufficed, a
23477 jolting car, the mingling odours of the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory,
23478 the throng penned tight on the old Royal stairs (for they love crushes,
23479 instinct of the herd, and the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles
23480 vice), even a pricelist of their hosiery. And then the heat. There were
23481 sunspots that summer. End of school. And tipsycake. Halcyon days.
23482
23483 _(Halcyon days, high school boys in blue and white football jerseys and
23484 shorts, Master Donald Turnbull, Master Abraham Chatterton, Master Owen
23485 Goldberg, Master Jack Meredith, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in a clearing
23486 of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom.)_
23487
23488 THE HALCYON DAYS: Mackerel! Live us again. Hurray! _(They cheer)_
23489
23490 BLOOM: _(Hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered, starred with spent
23491 snowballs, struggles to rise)_ Again! I feel sixteen! What a lark! Let's
23492 ring all the bells in Montague street. _(He cheers feebly)_ Hurray for
23493 the High School!
23494
23495 THE ECHO: Fool!
23496
23497 THE YEWS: _(Rustling)_ She is right, our sister. Whisper. _(Whispered
23498 kisses are heard in all the wood. Faces of hamadryads peep out from
23499 the boles and among the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.)_ Who
23500 profaned our silent shade?
23501
23502 THE NYMPH: _(Coyly, through parting fingers)_ There? In the open air?
23503
23504 THE YEWS: _(Sweeping downward)_ Sister, yes. And on our virgin sward.
23505
23506 THE WATERFALL:
23507
23508 Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
23509 Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca.
23510
23511 THE NYMPH: _(With wide fingers)_ O, infamy!
23512
23513 BLOOM: I was precocious. Youth. The fauna. I sacrificed to the god of
23514 the forest. The flowers that bloom in the spring. It was pairing
23515 time. Capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon. Lotty Clarke,
23516 flaxenhaired, I saw at her night toilette through illclosed curtains
23517 with poor papa's operaglasses: The wanton ate grass wildly. She rolled
23518 downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits.
23519 She climbed their crooked tree and I... A saint couldn't resist it. The
23520 demon possessed me. Besides, who saw?
23521
23522 _(Staggering Bob, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with
23523 humid nostrils through the foliage.)_
23524
23525 STAGGERING BOB: (LARGE TEARDROPS ROLLING FROM HIS PROMINENT EYES,
23526 SNIVELS) Me. Me see.
23527
23528 BLOOM: Simply satisfying a need I... _(With pathos)_ No girl would when
23529 I went girling. Too ugly. They wouldn't play...
23530
23531 _(High on Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes,
23532 plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants.)_
23533
23534 THE NANNYGOAT: _(Bleats)_ Megeggaggegg! Nannannanny!
23535
23536 BLOOM: _(Hatless, flushed, covered with burrs of thistledown and
23537 gorsespine)_ Regularly engaged. Circumstances alter cases. _(He gazes
23538 intently downwards on the water)_ Thirtytwo head over heels per second.
23539 Press nightmare. Giddy Elijah. Fall from cliff. Sad end of government
23540 printer's clerk. _(Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom,
23541 rolled in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the Lion's Head cliff into the
23542 purple waiting waters.)_
23543
23544 THE DUMMYMUMMY: Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!
23545
23546 _(Far out in the bay between bailey and kish lights the_ Erin's King
23547 _sails, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her funnel towards
23548 the land.)_
23549
23550 COUNCILLOR NANNETII: _(Alone on deck, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced,
23551 his hand in his waistcoat opening, declaims)_ When my country takes her
23552 place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my
23553 epitaph be written. I have...
23554
23555 BLOOM: Done. Prff!
23556
23557 THE NYMPH: _(Loftily)_ We immortals, as you saw today, have not such
23558 a place and no hair there either. We are stonecold and pure. We eat
23559 electric light. _(She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing
23560 her forefinger in her mouth)_ Spoke to me. Heard from behind. How then
23561 could you...?
23562
23563 BLOOM: _(Pawing the heather abjectly)_ O, I have been a perfect pig.
23564 Enemas too I have administered. One third of a pint of quassia to which
23565 add a tablespoonful of rocksalt. Up the fundament. With Hamilton Long's
23566 syringe, the ladies' friend.
23567
23568 THE NYMPH: In my presence. The powderpuff. _(She blushes and makes a
23569 knee)_ And the rest!
23570
23571 BLOOM: _(Dejected)_ Yes. _Peccavi!_ I have paid homage on that living
23572 altar where the back changes name. _(With sudden fervour)_ For why
23573 should the dainty scented jewelled hand, the hand that rules...?
23574
23575 _(Figures wind serpenting in slow woodland pattern around the treestems,
23576 cooeeing)_
23577
23578 THE VOICE OF KITTY: _(In the thicket)_ Show us one of them cushions.
23579
23580 THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Here.
23581
23582 _(A grouse wings clumsily through the underwood.)_
23583
23584 THE VOICE OF LYNCH: _(In the thicket)_ Whew! Piping hot!
23585
23586 THE VOICE OF ZOE: _(From the thicket)_ Came from a hot place.
23587
23588 THE VOICE OF VIRAG: _(A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war
23589 panoply with his assegai, striding through a crackling canebrake over
23590 beechmast and acorns)_ Hot! Hot! Ware Sitting Bull!
23591
23592 BLOOM: It overpowers me. The warm impress of her warm form. Even to sit
23593 where a woman has sat, especially with divaricated thighs, as though to
23594 grant the last favours, most especially with previously well uplifted
23595 white sateen coatpans. So womanly, full. It fills me full.
23596
23597 THE WATERFALL:
23598
23599 _Phillaphulla Poulaphouca
23600 Poulaphouca Poulaphouca._
23601
23602 THE YEWS: Ssh! Sister, speak!
23603
23604 THE NYMPH: _(Eyeless, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple,
23605 softly, with remote eyes)_ Tranquilla convent. Sister Agatha. Mount
23606 Carmel. The apparitions of Knock and Lourdes. No more desire. _(She
23607 reclines her head, sighing)_ Only the ethereal. Where dreamy creamy gull
23608 waves o'er the waters dull.
23609
23610 _(Bloom half rises. His back trouserbutton snaps.)_
23611
23612 THE BUTTON: Bip!
23613
23614 _(Two sluts of the coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling flatly.)_
23615
23616 THE SLUTS:
23617
23618 O, Leopold lost the pin of his drawers
23619 He didn't know what to do,
23620 To keep it up,
23621 To keep it up.
23622
23623 BLOOM: _(Coldly)_ You have broken the spell. The last straw. If there
23624 were only ethereal where would you all be, postulants and novices? Shy
23625 but willing like an ass pissing.
23626
23627 THE YEWS: _(Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their skinny arms
23628 aging and swaying)_ Deciduously!
23629
23630 THE NYMPH: _(Her features hardening, gropes in the folds of her habit)_
23631 Sacrilege! To attempt my virtue! _(A large moist stain appears on her
23632 robe)_ Sully my innocence! You are not fit to touch the garment of a
23633 pure woman. _(She clutches again in her robe)_ Wait. Satan, you'll sing
23634 no more lovesongs. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. _(She draws a poniard and,
23635 clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his
23636 loins)_ Nekum!
23637
23638 BLOOM: _(Starts up, seizes her hand)_ Hoy! Nebrakada! Cat o' nine lives!
23639 Fair play, madam. No pruningknife. The fox and the grapes, is it? What
23640 do you lack with your barbed wire? Crucifix not thick enough? _(He
23641 clutches her veil)_ A holy abbot you want or Brophy, the lame gardener,
23642 or the spoutless statue of the watercarrier, or good mother Alphonsus,
23643 eh Reynard?
23644
23645 THE NYMPH: _(With a cry flees from him unveiled, her plaster cast
23646 cracking, a cloud of stench escaping from the cracks)_ Poli...!
23647
23648 BLOOM: _(Calls after her)_ As if you didn't get it on the double
23649 yourselves. No jerks and multiple mucosities all over you. I tried it.
23650 Your strength our weakness. What's our studfee? What will you pay on
23651 the nail? You fee mendancers on the Riviera, I read. _(The fleeing nymph
23652 raises a keen)_ Eh? I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind
23653 me. And would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh? Fool
23654 someone else, not me. _(He sniffs)_ Rut. Onions. Stale. Sulphur. Grease.
23655
23656 _(The figure of Bella Cohen stands before him.)_
23657
23658 BELLA: You'll know me the next time.
23659
23660 BLOOM: _(Composed, regards her) Passée._ Mutton dressed as lamb. Long
23661 in the tooth and superfluous hair. A raw onion the last thing at night
23662 would benefit your complexion. And take some double chin drill. Your
23663 eyes are as vapid as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. They have the
23664 dimensions of your other features, that's all. I'm not a triple screw
23665 propeller.
23666
23667 BELLA: _(Contemptuously)_ You're not game, in fact. _(Her sowcunt
23668 barks)_ Fbhracht!
23669
23670 BLOOM: _(Contemptuously)_ Clean your nailless middle finger first, your
23671 bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of
23672 hay and wipe yourself.
23673
23674 BELLA: I know you, canvasser! Dead cod!
23675
23676 BLOOM: I saw him, kipkeeper! Pox and gleet vendor!
23677
23678 BELLA: _(Turns to the piano)_ Which of you was playing the dead march
23679 from _Saul?_
23680
23681 ZOE: Me. Mind your cornflowers. _(She darts to the piano and bangs
23682 chords on it with crossed arms)_ The cat's ramble through the slag.
23683 _(She glances back)_ Eh? Who's making love to my sweeties? _(She darts
23684 back to the table)_ What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.
23685
23686 _(Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth with the silver paper. Bloom
23687 approaches Zoe.)_
23688
23689 BLOOM: _(Gently)_ Give me back that potato, will you?
23690
23691 ZOE: Forfeits, a fine thing and a superfine thing.
23692
23693 BLOOM: _(With feeling)_ It is nothing, but still, a relic of poor mamma.
23694
23695 ZOE:
23696
23697 Give a thing and take it back
23698 God'll ask you where is that
23699 You'll say you don't know
23700 God'll send you down below.
23701
23702 BLOOM: There is a memory attached to it. I should like to have it.
23703
23704 STEPHEN: To have or not to have that is the question.
23705
23706 ZOE: Here. _(She hauls up a reef of her slip, revealing her bare thigh,
23707 and unrolls the potato from the top of her stocking)_ Those that hides
23708 knows where to find.
23709
23710 BELLA: _(Frowns)_ Here. This isn't a musical peepshow. And don't you
23711 smash that piano. Who's paying here?
23712
23713 _(She goes to the pianola. Stephen fumbles in his pocket and, taking out
23714 a banknote by its corner, hands it to her.)_
23715
23716 STEPHEN: _(With exaggerated politeness)_ This silken purse I made out
23717 of the sow's ear of the public. Madam, excuse me. If you allow me. _(He
23718 indicates vaguely Lynch and Bloom)_ We are all in the same sweepstake,
23719 Kinch and Lynch. _Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état_.
23720
23721 LYNCH: _(Calls from the hearth)_ Dedalus! Give her your blessing for me.
23722
23723 STEPHEN: _(Hands Bella a coin)_ Gold. She has it.
23724
23725 BELLA: _(Looks at the money, then at Stephen, then at Zoe, Florry and
23726 Kitty)_ Do you want three girls? It's ten shillings here.
23727
23728 STEPHEN: _(Delightedly)_ A hundred thousand apologies. _(He fumbles
23729 again and takes out and hands her two crowns)_ Permit, _brevi manu_, my
23730 sight is somewhat troubled.
23731
23732 _(Bella goes to the table to count the money while Stephen talks to
23733 himself in monosyllables. Zoe bends over the table. Kitty leans over
23734 Zoe's neck. Lynch gets up, rights his cap and, clasping Kitty's waist,
23735 adds his head to the group.)_
23736
23737 FLORRY: _(Strives heavily to rise)_ Ow! My foot's asleep. _(She limps
23738 over to the table. Bloom approaches.)_
23739
23740 BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: _(Chattering and squabbling)_ The
23741 gentleman... ten shillings... paying for the three... allow me a
23742 moment... this gentleman pays separate... who's touching it?... ow!
23743 ... mind who you're pinching... are you staying the night or a short
23744 time?... who did?... you're a liar, excuse me... the gentleman paid
23745 down like a gentleman... drink... it's long after eleven.
23746
23747 STEPHEN: _(At the pianola, making a gesture of abhorrence)_ No bottles!
23748 What, eleven? A riddle!
23749
23750 ZOE: _(Lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the
23751 top of her stocking)_ Hard earned on the flat of my back.
23752
23753 LYNCH: _(Lifting Kitty from the table)_ Come!
23754
23755 KITTY: Wait. _(She clutches the two crowns)_
23756
23757 FLORRY: And me?
23758
23759 LYNCH: Hoopla! _(He lifts her, carries her and bumps her down on the
23760 sofa.)_
23761
23762 STEPHEN:
23763
23764 The fox crew, the cocks flew,
23765 The bells in heaven
23766 Were striking eleven.
23767 'Tis time for her poor soul
23768 To get out of heaven.
23769
23770 BLOOM: _(Quietly lays a half sovereign on the table between bella and
23771 florry)_ So. Allow me. _(He takes up the poundnote)_ Three times ten.
23772 We're square.
23773
23774 BELLA: _(Admiringly)_ You're such a slyboots, old cocky. I could kiss
23775 you.
23776
23777 ZOE: _(Points)_ Him? Deep as a drawwell. _(Lynch bends Kitty back over
23778 the sofa and kisses her. Bloom goes with the poundnote to Stephen.)_
23779
23780 BLOOM: This is yours.
23781
23782 STEPHEN: How is that? _Les distrait_ or absentminded beggar. _(He
23783 fumbles again in his pocket and draws out a handful of coins. An object
23784 fills.)_ That fell.
23785
23786 BLOOM: _(Stooping, picks up and hands a box of matches)_ This.
23787
23788 STEPHEN: Lucifer. Thanks.
23789
23790 BLOOM: _(Quietly)_ You had better hand over that cash to me to take care
23791 of. Why pay more?
23792
23793 STEPHEN: _(Hands him all his coins)_ Be just before you are generous.
23794
23795 BLOOM: I will but is it wise? _(He counts)_ One, seven, eleven, and
23796 five. Six. Eleven. I don't answer for what you may have lost.
23797
23798 STEPHEN: Why striking eleven? Proparoxyton. Moment before the next
23799 Lessing says. Thirsty fox. _(He laughs loudly)_ Burying his grandmother.
23800 Probably he killed her.
23801
23802 BLOOM: That is one pound six and eleven. One pound seven, say.
23803
23804 STEPHEN: Doesn't matter a rambling damn.
23805
23806 BLOOM: No, but...
23807
23808 STEPHEN: _(Comes to the table)_ Cigarette, please. _(Lynch tosses a
23809 cigarette from the sofa to the table)_ And so Georgina Johnson is dead
23810 and married. _(A cigarette appears on the table. Stephen looks at it)_
23811 Wonder. Parlour magic. Married. Hm. _(He strikes a match and proceeds to
23812 light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy)_
23813
23814 LYNCH: _(Watching him)_ You would have a better chance of lighting it if
23815 you held the match nearer.
23816
23817 STEPHEN: _(Brings the match near his eye)_ Lynx eye. Must get glasses.
23818 Broke them yesterday. Sixteen years ago. Distance. The eye sees all
23819 flat. _(He draws the match away. It goes out.)_ Brain thinks. Near:
23820 far. Ineluctable modality of the visible. _(He frowns mysteriously)_ Hm.
23821 Sphinx. The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Married.
23822
23823 ZOE: It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with
23824 him.
23825
23826 FLORRY: _(Nods)_ Mr Lambe from London.
23827
23828 STEPHEN: Lamb of London, who takest away the sins of our world.
23829
23830 LYNCH: _(Embracing Kitty on the sofa, chants deeply) Dona nobis pacem._
23831
23832 _(The cigarette slips from Stephen 's fingers. Bloom picks it up and
23833 throws it in the grate.)_
23834
23835 BLOOM: Don't smoke. You ought to eat. Cursed dog I met. _(To Zoe)_ You
23836 have nothing?
23837
23838 ZOE: Is he hungry?
23839
23840 STEPHEN: _(Extends his hand to her smiling and chants to the air of the
23841 bloodoath in the_ Dusk of the Gods)
23842
23843 Hangende Hunger,
23844 Fragende Frau,
23845 Macht uns alle kaputt.
23846
23847
23848 ZOE: _(Tragically)_ Hamlet, I am thy father's gimlet! _(She takes
23849 his hand)_ Blue eyes beauty I'll read your hand. _(She points to his
23850 forehead)_ No wit, no wrinkles. _(She counts)_ Two, three, Mars, that's
23851 courage. _(Stephen shakes his head)_ No kid.
23852
23853 LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. The youth who could not shiver and
23854 shake. _(To Zoe)_ Who taught you palmistry?
23855
23856 ZOE: _(Turns)_ Ask my ballocks that I haven't got. _(To Stephen)_ I see
23857 it in your face. The eye, like that. _(She frowns with lowered head)_
23858
23859 LYNCH: _(Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice)_ Like that. Pandybat.
23860
23861 _(Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the coffin of the pianola flies open,
23862 the bald little round jack-in-the-box head of Father Dolan springs up.)_
23863
23864 FATHER DOLAN: Any boy want flogging? Broke his glasses? Lazy idle little
23865 schemer. See it in your eye.
23866
23867 _(Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the head of Don John Conmee rises
23868 from the pianola coffin.)_
23869
23870 DON JOHN CONMEE: Now, Father Dolan! Now. I'm sure that Stephen is a very
23871 good little boy!
23872
23873 ZOE: _(Examining Stephen's palm)_ Woman's hand.
23874
23875 STEPHEN: _(Murmurs)_ Continue. Lie. Hold me. Caress. I never could read
23876 His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the haddock.
23877
23878 ZOE: What day were you born?
23879
23880 STEPHEN: Thursday. Today.
23881
23882 ZOE: Thursday's child has far to go. _(She traces lines on his hand)_
23883 Line of fate. Influential friends.
23884
23885 FLORRY: _(Pointing)_ Imagination.
23886
23887 ZOE: Mount of the moon. You'll meet with a... _(She peers at his hands
23888 abruptly)_ I won't tell you what's not good for you. Or do you want to
23889 know?
23890
23891 BLOOM: _(Detaches her fingers and offers his palm)_ More harm than good.
23892 Here. Read mine.
23893
23894 BELLA: Show. _(She turns up bloom's hand)_ I thought so. Knobby knuckles
23895 for the women.
23896
23897 ZOE: _(Peering at bloom's palm)_ Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and
23898 marry money.
23899
23900 BLOOM: Wrong.
23901
23902 ZOE: _(Quickly)_ O, I see. Short little finger. Henpecked husband. That
23903 wrong?
23904
23905 _(Black Liz, a huge rooster hatching in a chalked circle, rises,
23906 stretches her wings and clucks.)_
23907
23908 BLACK LIZ: Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook.
23909
23910 _(She sidles from her newlaid egg and waddles off)_
23911
23912 BLOOM: _(Points to his hand)_ That weal there is an accident. Fell and
23913 cut it twentytwo years ago. I was sixteen.
23914
23915 ZOE: I see, says the blind man. Tell us news.
23916
23917 STEPHEN: See? Moves to one great goal. I am twentytwo. Sixteen years ago
23918 he was twentytwo too. Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. Twentytwo
23919 years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. _(He winces)_ Hurt my hand
23920 somewhere. Must see a dentist. Money?
23921
23922 _(Zoe whispers to Florry. They giggle. Bloom releases his hand and
23923 writes idly on the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.)_
23924
23925 FLORRY: What?
23926
23927 _(A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with a
23928 gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony Avenue,
23929 Donnybrook, trots past. Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the
23930 sideseats. The Ormond boots crouches behind on the axle. Sadly over the
23931 crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze.)_
23932
23933 THE BOOTS: _(Jogging, mocks them with thumb and wriggling wormfingers)_
23934 Haw haw have you the horn?
23935
23936 _(Bronze by gold they whisper.)_
23937
23938 ZOE: _(To Florry)_ Whisper.
23939
23940 _(They whisper again)_
23941
23942 _(Over the well of the car Blazes Boylan leans, his boater straw set
23943 sideways, a red flower in his mouth. Lenehan in yachtsman's cap and
23944 white shoes officiously detaches a long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat
23945 shoulder.)_
23946
23947 LENEHAN: Ho! What do I here behold? Were you brushing the cobwebs off a
23948 few quims?
23949
23950 BOYLAN: _(Seated, smiles)_ Plucking a turkey.
23951
23952 LENEHAN: A good night's work.
23953
23954 BOYLAN: _(Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, winks)_ Blazes
23955 Kate! Up to sample or your money back. _(He holds out a forefinger)_
23956 Smell that.
23957
23958 LENEHAN: _(Smells gleefully)_ Ah! Lobster and mayonnaise. Ah!
23959
23960 ZOE AND FLORRY: _(Laugh together)_ Ha ha ha ha.
23961
23962 BOYLAN: _(Jumps surely from the car and calls loudly for all to hear)_
23963 Hello, Bloom! Mrs Bloom dressed yet?
23964
23965 BLOOM: _(In flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings
23966 and powdered wig)_ I'm afraid not, sir. The last articles...
23967
23968 BOYLAN: _(Tosses him sixpence)_ Here, to buy yourself a gin and splash.
23969 _(He hangs his hat smartly on a peg of Bloom's antlered head)_ Show me
23970 in. I have a little private business with your wife, you understand?
23971
23972 BLOOM: Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedy is in her bath, sir.
23973
23974 MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured. _(She plops splashing
23975 out of the water)_ Raoul darling, come and dry me. I'm in my pelt. Only
23976 my new hat and a carriage sponge.
23977
23978 BOYLAN: _(A merry twinkle in his eye)_ Topping!
23979
23980 BELLA: What? What is it?
23981
23982 _(Zoe whispers to her.)_
23983
23984 MARION: Let him look, the pishogue! Pimp! And scourge himself! I'll
23985 write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the bearded woman, to
23986 raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed
23987 and stamped receipt.
23988
23989 BOYLAN: (clasps himself) Here, I can't hold this little lot much longer.
23990 (he strides off on stiff cavalry legs)
23991
23992 BELLA: _(Laughing)_ Ho ho ho ho.
23993
23994 BOYLAN: _(To Bloom, over his shoulder)_ You can apply your eye to the
23995 keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few times.
23996
23997 BLOOM: Thank you, sir. I will, sir. May I bring two men chums to witness
23998 the deed and take a snapshot? _(He holds out an ointment jar)_ Vaseline,
23999 sir? Orangeflower...? Lukewarm water...?
24000
24001 KITTY: _(From the sofa)_ Tell us, Florry. Tell us. What.
24002
24003 _(Florry whispers to her. Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping
24004 loudly, poppysmic plopslop.)_
24005
24006 MINA KENNEDY: _(Her eyes upturned)_ O, it must be like the scent of
24007 geraniums and lovely peaches! O, he simply idolises every bit of her!
24008 Stuck together! Covered with kisses!
24009
24010 LYDIA DOUCE: _(Her mouth opening)_ Yumyum. O, he's carrying her round
24011 the room doing it! Ride a cockhorse. You could hear them in Paris and
24012 New York. Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream.
24013
24014 KITTY: _(Laughing)_ Hee hee hee.
24015
24016 BOYLAN'S VOICE: _(Sweetly, hoarsely, in the pit of his stomach)_ Ah!
24017 Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht!
24018
24019 MARION'S VOICE: _(Hoarsely, sweetly, rising to her throat)_ O!
24020 Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?
24021
24022 BLOOM: _(His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself)_ Show! Hide! Show!
24023 Plough her! More! Shoot!
24024
24025 BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Ho ho! Ha ha! Hee hee!
24026
24027 LYNCH: _(Points)_ The mirror up to nature. _(He laughs)_ Hu hu hu hu hu!
24028
24029 _(Stephen and Bloom gaze in the mirror. The face of William Shakespeare,
24030 beardless, appears there, rigid in facial paralysis, crowned by the
24031 reflection of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the hall.)_
24032
24033 SHAKESPEARE: _(In dignified ventriloquy)_ 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks
24034 the vacant mind. _(To Bloom)_ Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest
24035 invisible. Gaze. _(He crows with a black capon's laugh)_ Iagogo! How my
24036 Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun. Iagogogo!
24037
24038 BLOOM: _(Smiles yellowly at the three whores)_ When will I hear the
24039 joke?
24040
24041 ZOE: Before you're twice married and once a widower.
24042
24043 BLOOM: Lapses are condoned. Even the great Napoleon when measurements
24044 were taken next the skin after his death...
24045
24046 _(Mrs Dignam, widow woman, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with
24047 deathtalk, tears and Tunney's tawny sherry, hurries by in her weeds,
24048 her bonnet awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, a
24049 pen chivvying her brood of cygnets. Beneath her skirt appear her late
24050 husband's everyday trousers and turnedup boots, large eights. She holds
24051 a Scottish widows' insurance policy and a large marquee umbrella under
24052 which her brood run with her, Patsy hopping on one shod foot, his collar
24053 loose, a hank of porksteaks dangling, freddy whimpering, Susy with a
24054 crying cod's mouth, Alice struggling with the baby. She cuffs them on,
24055 her streamers flaunting aloft.)_
24056
24057 FREDDY: Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!
24058
24059 SUSY: Mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over!
24060
24061 SHAKESPEARE: _(With paralytic rage)_ Weda seca whokilla farst.
24062
24063 _(The face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's
24064 beardless face. The marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the children run
24065 aside. Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and
24066 kimono gown. She glides sidling and bowing, twirling japanesily.)_
24067
24068 MRS CUNNINGHAM: _(Sings)_
24069
24070 And they call me the jewel of Asia!
24071
24072 MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: _(Gazes on her, impassive)_ Immense! Most bloody
24073 awful demirep!
24074
24075 STEPHEN: _Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti._ Queens lay with prize bulls.
24076 Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first
24077 confessionbox. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions
24078 of the house of Lambert. And Noah was drunk with wine. And his ark was
24079 open.
24080
24081 BELLA: None of that here. Come to the wrong shop.
24082
24083 LYNCH: Let him alone. He's back from Paris.
24084
24085 ZOE: _(Runs to stephen and links him)_ O go on! Give us some parleyvoo.
24086
24087 _(Stephen claps hat on head and leaps over to the fireplace where he
24088 stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a painted smile
24089 on his face.)_
24090
24091 LYNCH: _(Oommelling on the sofa)_ Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm.
24092
24093 STEPHEN: _(Gabbles with marionette jerks)_ Thousand places of
24094 entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves
24095 and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable
24096 house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about
24097 princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries
24098 extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poor english
24099 how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous.
24100 Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show
24101 with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night.
24102 Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in
24103 universal world. All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then
24104 disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young
24105 with _dessous troublants_. _(He clacks his tongue loudly)_ _Ho, la la!
24106 Ce pif qu'il a!_
24107
24108 LYNCH: _Vive le vampire!_
24109
24110 THE WHORES: Bravo! Parleyvoo!
24111
24112 STEPHEN: _(Grimacing with head back, laughs loudly, clapping himself)_
24113 Great success of laughing. Angels much prostitutes like and holy
24114 apostles big damn ruffians. _Demimondaines_ nicely handsome sparkling of
24115 diamonds very amiable costumed. Or do you are fond better what belongs
24116 they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans? _(He points about him with
24117 grotesque gestures which Lynch and the whores reply to)_ Caoutchouc
24118 statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very
24119 lesbic the kiss five ten times. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every
24120 positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act
24121 awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on
24122 the belly _pièce de Shakespeare._
24123
24124 BELLA: _(Clapping her belly sinks back on the sofa, with a shout of
24125 laughter)_ An omelette on the... Ho! ho! ho! ho!... omelette on the...
24126
24127 STEPHEN: _(Mincingly)_ I love you, sir darling. Speak you englishman
24128 tongue for _double entente cordiale._ O yes, _mon loup_. How much cost?
24129 Waterloo. Watercloset. _(He ceases suddenly and holds up a forefinger)_
24130
24131 BELLA: _(Laughing)_ Omelette...
24132
24133 THE WHORES: _(Laughing)_ Encore! Encore!
24134
24135 STEPHEN: Mark me. I dreamt of a watermelon.
24136
24137 ZOE: Go abroad and love a foreign lady.
24138
24139 LYNCH: Across the world for a wife.
24140
24141 FLORRY: Dreams goes by contraries.
24142
24143 STEPHEN: _(Extends his arms)_ It was here. Street of harlots. In
24144 Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. Where's the
24145 red carpet spread?
24146
24147 BLOOM: _(Approaching Stephen)_ Look...
24148
24149 STEPHEN: No, I flew. My foes beneath me. And ever shall be. World
24150 without end. _(He cries) P_ater! Free!
24151
24152 BLOOM: I say, look...
24153
24154 STEPHEN: Break my spirit, will he? _O merde alors! (He cries, his
24155 vulture talons sharpened)_ Hola! Hillyho!
24156
24157 _(Simon Dedalus' voice hilloes in answer, somewhat sleepy but ready.)_
24158
24159 SIMON: That's all right. _(He swoops uncertainly through the air,
24160 wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on strong ponderous buzzard
24161 wings)_ Ho, boy! Are you going to win? Hoop! Pschatt! Stable with those
24162 halfcastes. Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass. Head up! Keep
24163 our flag flying! An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed.
24164 Ulster king at arms! Haihoop! _(He makes the beagle's call, giving
24165 tongue)_ Bulbul! Burblblburblbl! Hai, boy!
24166
24167 _(The fronds and spaces of the wallpaper file rapidly across country.
24168 A stout fox, drawn from covert, brush pointed, having buried his
24169 grandmother, runs swift for the open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth,
24170 under the leaves. The pack of staghounds follows, nose to the ground,
24171 sniffing their quarry, beaglebaying, burblbrbling to be blooded. Ward
24172 Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them, hot for a kill. From Six
24173 Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty
24174 sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips,
24175 bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes
24176 waving torches. The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players,
24177 thimbleriggers, broadsmen. Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high
24178 wizard hats clamour deafeningly.)_
24179
24180 THE CROWD:
24181
24182 Card of the races. Racing card!
24183 Ten to one the field!
24184 Tommy on the clay here! Tommy on the clay!
24185 Ten to one bar one! Ten to one bar one!
24186 Try your luck on Spinning Jenny!
24187 Ten to one bar one!
24188 Sell the monkey, boys! Sell the monkey!
24189 I'll give ten to one!
24190 Ten to one bar one!
24191
24192 _(A dark horse, riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winningpost,
24193 his mane moonfoaming, his eyeballs stars. The field follows, a bunch of
24194 bucking mounts. Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel,
24195 the Duke of Westminster's Shotover, Repulse, the Duke of Beaufort's
24196 Ceylon, prix de Paris. Dwarfs ride them, rustyarmoured, leaping, leaping
24197 in their, in their saddles. Last in a drizzle of rain on a brokenwinded
24198 isabelle nag, Cock of the North, the favourite, honey cap, green jacket,
24199 orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, gripping the reins, a hockeystick at
24200 the ready. His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky
24201 road.)_
24202
24203 THE ORANGE LODGES: _(Jeering)_ Get down and push, mister. Last lap!
24204 You'll be home the night!
24205
24206 GARRETT DEASY: _(Bolt upright, his nailscraped face plastered with
24207 postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his blue eyes flashing in the
24208 prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop)_
24209
24210 _Per vias rectas!_
24211
24212 _(A yoke of buckets leopards all over him and his rearing nag a torrent
24213 of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips,
24214 potatoes.)_
24215
24216 THE GREEN LODGES: Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!
24217
24218 _(Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the
24219 windows, singing in discord.)_
24220
24221 STEPHEN: Hark! Our friend noise in the street.
24222
24223 ZOE: _(Holds up her hand)_ Stop!
24224
24225 PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY:
24226
24227 Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for...
24228
24229 ZOE: That's me. _(She claps her hands)_ Dance! Dance! _(She runs to the
24230 pianola)_ Who has twopence?
24231
24232 BLOOM: Who'll...?
24233
24234 LYNCH: _(Handing her coins)_ Here.
24235
24236 STEPHEN: _(Cracking his fingers impatiently)_ Quick! Quick! Where's my
24237 augur's rod? _(He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant, beating his
24238 foot in tripudium)_
24239
24240 ZOE: _(Turns the drumhandle)_ There.
24241
24242 _(She drops two pennies in the slot. Gold, pink and violet lights
24243 start forth. The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz. Professor
24244 Goodwin, in a bowknotted periwig, in court dress, wearing a stained
24245 inverness cape, bent in two from incredible age, totters across the
24246 room, his hands fluttering. He sits tinily on the pianostool and lifts
24247 and beats handless sticks of arms on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's
24248 grace, his bowknot bobbing)_
24249
24250 ZOE: _(Twirls round herself, heeltapping)_ Dance. Anybody here for
24251 there? Who'll dance? Clear the table.
24252
24253 _(The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of_
24254 My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl. _Stephen throws his ashplant on the table
24255 and seizes Zoe round the waist. Florry and Bella push the table towards
24256 the fireplace. Stephen, arming Zoe with exaggerated grace, begins to
24257 waltz her round the room. Bloom stands aside. Her sleeve filling from
24258 gracing arms reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination. Between the
24259 curtains Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins
24260 a silk hat. With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his crown and
24261 jauntyhatted skates in. He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk
24262 lapels, a gorget of cream tulle, a green lowcut waistcoat, stock collar
24263 with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, patent pumps and canary
24264 gloves. In his buttonhole is an immense dahlia. He twirls in reversed
24265 directions a clouded cane, then wedges it tight in his oxter. He places
24266 a hand lightly on his breastbone, bows, and fondles his flower and
24267 buttons.)_
24268
24269 MAGINNI: The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. No connection
24270 with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Fancy dress balls arranged.
24271 Deportment. The Katty Lanner step. So. Watch me! My terpsichorean
24272 abilities. _(He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee's feet) Tout
24273 le monde en avant! Révérence! Tout le monde en place!_
24274
24275 _(The prelude ceases. Professor Goodwin, beating vague arms shrivels,
24276 sinks, his live cape filling about the stool. The air in firmer waltz
24277 time sounds. Stephen and Zoe circle freely. The lights change, glow,
24278 fide gold rosy violet.)_
24279
24280 THE PIANOLA:
24281
24282 Two young fellows were talking about their girls, girls, girls,
24283 Sweethearts they'd left behind...
24284
24285 _(From a corner the morning hours run out, goldhaired, slimsandalled,
24286 in girlish blue, waspwaisted, with innocent hands. Nimbly they dance,
24287 twirling their skipping ropes. The hours of noon follow in amber gold.
24288 Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they catch the sun in mocking
24289 mirrors, lifting their arms.)_
24290
24291 MAGINNI: _(Clipclaps glovesilent hands) Carré! Avant deux!_ Breathe
24292 evenly! _Balance!_
24293
24294 _(The morning and noon hours waltz in their places, turning, advancing
24295 to each other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis. Cavaliers behind
24296 them arch and suspend their arms, with hands descending to, touching,
24297 rising from their shoulders.)_
24298
24299 HOURS: You may touch my.
24300
24301 CAVALIERS: May I touch your?
24302
24303 HOURS: O, but lightly!
24304
24305 CAVALIERS: O, so lightly!
24306
24307 THE PIANOLA:
24308
24309 My little shy little lass has a waist.
24310
24311 _(Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing. The twilight hours
24312 advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their
24313 cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom. They are in grey
24314 gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the land breeze.)_
24315
24316 MAGINNI: _Avant huit! Traversé! Salut! Cours de mains! Croisé!_
24317
24318 _(The night hours, one by one, steal to the last place. Morning, noon
24319 and twilight hours retreat before them. They are masked, with daggered
24320 hair and bracelets of dull bells. Weary they curchycurchy under veils.)_
24321
24322 THE BRACELETS: Heigho! Heigho!
24323
24324 ZOE: _(Twirling, her hand to her brow)_ O!
24325
24326 MAGINNI: _Les tiroirs! Chaîne de dames! La corbeille! Dos à dos!_
24327
24328 _(Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the floor, weaving,
24329 unweaving, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling.)_
24330
24331 ZOE: I'm giddy!
24332
24333 _(She frees herself, droops on a chair. Stephen seizes Florry and turns
24334 with her.)_
24335
24336 MAGINNI: Boulangère! Les ronds! Les ponts! Chevaux de bois! Escargots!
24337
24338 _(Twining, receding, with interchanging hands the night hours link each
24339 each with arching arms in a mosaic of movements. Stephen and Florry turn
24340 cumbrously.)_
24341
24342 MAGINNI: _Dansez avec vos dames! Changez de dames! Donnez le petit
24343 bouquet à votre dame! Remerciez!_
24344
24345 THE PIANOLA:
24346
24347 Best, best of all,
24348 Baraabum!
24349
24350 KITTY: (JUMPS UP) O, they played that on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus
24351 bazaar!
24352
24353 _(She runs to Stephen. He leaves florry brusquely and seizes Kitty.
24354 A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks. Groangrousegurgling
24355 Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the
24356 room.)_
24357
24358 THE PIANOLA:
24359
24360 My girl's a Yorkshire girl.
24361
24362 ZOE:
24363
24364 Yorkshire through and through.
24365
24366 Come on all!
24367
24368 _(She seizes Florry and waltzes her.)_
24369
24370 STEPHEN: _Pas seul!_
24371
24372 _(He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, snatches up his ashplant from
24373 the table and takes the floor. All wheel whirl waltz twirl. Bloombella
24374 Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women. Stephen with hat ashplant frogsplits
24375 in middle highkicks with skykicking mouth shut hand clasp part under
24376 thigh. With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow
24377 flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded
24378 snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall
24379 again.)_
24380
24381 THE PIANOLA:
24382
24383 Though she's a factory lass
24384 And wears no fancy clothes.
24385
24386 _(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they
24387 scootlootshoot lumbering by. Baraabum!)_
24388
24389 TUTTI: Encore! Bis! Bravo! Encore!
24390
24391 SIMON: Think of your mother's people!
24392
24393 STEPHEN: Dance of death.
24394
24395 _(Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse, nag, steer, piglings,
24396 Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded
24397 ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through. Baraabum! On
24398 nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone
24399 onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram
24400 filling bawling gum he's a champion. Fuseblue peer from barrel rev.
24401 evensong Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly
24402 with snowcake no fancy clothes. Then in last switchback lumbering up
24403 and down bump mashtub sort of viceroy and reine relish for tublumber
24404 bumpshire rose. Baraabum!)_
24405
24406 _(The couples fall aside. Stephen whirls giddily. Room whirls back. Eyes
24407 closed he totters. Red rails fly spacewards. Stars all around suns turn
24408 roundabout. Bright midges dance on walls. He stops dead.)_
24409
24410 STEPHEN: Ho!
24411
24412 _(Stephen's mother, emaciated, rises stark through the floor, in leper
24413 grey with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a torn bridal veil, her
24414 face worn and noseless, green with gravemould. Her hair is scant and
24415 lank. She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and opens
24416 her toothless mouth uttering a silent word. A choir of virgins and
24417 confessors sing voicelessly.)_
24418
24419 THE CHOIR:
24420
24421 Liliata rutilantium te confessorum...
24422 Iubilantium te virginum...
24423
24424 _(from the top of a tower Buck Mulligan, in particoloured jester's dress
24425 of puce and yellow and clown's cap with curling bell, stands gaping at
24426 her, a smoking buttered split scone in his hand.)_
24427
24428 BUCK MULLIGAN: She's beastly dead. The pity of it! Mulligan meets the
24429 afflicted mother. _(He upturns his eyes)_ Mercurial Malachi!
24430
24431 THE MOTHER: _(With the subtle smile of death's madness)_ I was once the
24432 beautiful May Goulding. I am dead.
24433
24434 STEPHEN: _(Horrorstruck)_ Lemur, who are you? No. What bogeyman's trick
24435 is this?
24436
24437 BUCK MULLIGAN: _(Shakes his curling capbell)_ The mockery of it! Kinch
24438 dogsbody killed her bitchbody. She kicked the bucket. _(Tears of molten
24439 butter fall from his eyes on to the scone)_ Our great sweet mother! _Epi
24440 oinopa ponton._
24441
24442 THE MOTHER: _(Comes nearer, breathing upon him softly her breath of
24443 wetted ashes)_ All must go through it, Stephen. More women than men in
24444 the world. You too. Time will come.
24445
24446 STEPHEN: _(Choking with fright, remorse and horror)_ They say I killed
24447 you, mother. He offended your memory. Cancer did it, not I. Destiny.
24448
24449 THE MOTHER: _(A green rill of bile trickling from a side of her mouth)_
24450 You sang that song to me. _Love's bitter mystery._
24451
24452 STEPHEN: _(Eagerly)_ Tell me the word, mother, if you know now. The word
24453 known to all men.
24454
24455 THE MOTHER: Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at
24456 Dalkey with Paddy Lee? Who had pity for you when you were sad among the
24457 strangers? Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls in the
24458 Ursuline manual and forty days' indulgence. Repent, Stephen.
24459
24460 STEPHEN: The ghoul! Hyena!
24461
24462 THE MOTHER: I pray for you in my other world. Get Dilly to make you that
24463 boiled rice every night after your brainwork. Years and years I loved
24464 you, O, my son, my firstborn, when you lay in my womb.
24465
24466 ZOE: _(Fanning herself with the grate fan)_ I'm melting!
24467
24468 FLORRY: _(Points to Stephen)_ Look! He's white.
24469
24470 BLOOM: _(Goes to the window to open it more)_ Giddy.
24471
24472 THE MOTHER: _(With smouldering eyes)_ Repent! O, the fire of hell!
24473
24474 STEPHEN: _(Panting)_ His noncorrosive sublimate! The corpsechewer! Raw
24475 head and bloody bones.
24476
24477 THE MOTHER: _(Her face drawing near and nearer, sending out an ashen
24478 breath)_ Beware! _(She raises her blackened withered right arm slowly
24479 towards Stephen's breast with outstretched finger)_ Beware God's hand!
24480 _(A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in
24481 Stephen's heart.)_
24482
24483 STEPHEN: _(Strangled with rage)_ Shite! _(His features grow drawn grey
24484 and old)_
24485
24486 BLOOM: _(At the window)_ What?
24487
24488 STEPHEN: _Ah non, par exemple!_ The intellectual imagination! With me
24489 all or not at all. _Non serviam!_
24490
24491 FLORRY: Give him some cold water. Wait. _(She rushes out)_
24492
24493 THE MOTHER: _(Wrings her hands slowly, moaning desperately)_ O Sacred
24494 Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him! Save him from hell, O Divine Sacred
24495 Heart!
24496
24497 STEPHEN: No! No! No! Break my spirit, all of you, if you can! I'll bring
24498 you all to heel!
24499
24500 THE MOTHER: _(In the agony of her deathrattle)_ Have mercy on Stephen,
24501 Lord, for my sake! Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love,
24502 grief and agony on Mount Calvary.
24503
24504 STEPHEN: _Nothung_!
24505
24506 _(He lifts his ashplant high with both hands and smashes the chandelier.
24507 Time's livid final flame leaps and, in the following darkness, ruin of
24508 all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry.)_
24509
24510 THE GASJET: Pwfungg!
24511
24512 BLOOM: Stop!
24513
24514 LYNCH: _(Rushes forward and seizes Stephen's hand)_ Here! Hold on! Don't
24515 run amok!
24516
24517 BELLA: Police!
24518
24519 _(Stephen, abandoning his ashplant, his head and arms thrown back stark,
24520 beats the ground and flies from the room, past the whores at the door.)_
24521
24522 BELLA: _(Screams)_ After him!
24523
24524 _(The two whores rush to the halldoor. Lynch and Kitty and Zoe stampede
24525 from the room. They talk excitedly. Bloom follows, returns.)_
24526
24527 THE WHORES: _(Jammed in the doorway, pointing)_ Down there.
24528
24529 ZOE: _(Pointing)_ There. There's something up.
24530
24531 BELLA: Who pays for the lamp? _(She seizes Bloom's coattail)_ Here, you
24532 were with him. The lamp's broken.
24533
24534 BLOOM: _(Rushes to the hall, rushes back)_ What lamp, woman?
24535
24536 A WHORE: He tore his coat.
24537
24538 BELLA: _(Her eyes hard with anger and cupidity, points)_ Who's to pay
24539 for that? Ten shillings. You're a witness.
24540
24541 BLOOM: _(Snatches up Stephen's ashplant)_ Me? Ten shillings? Haven't you
24542 lifted enough off him? Didn't he...?
24543
24544 BELLA: _(Loudly)_ Here, none of your tall talk. This isn't a brothel. A
24545 ten shilling house.
24546
24547 BLOOM: _(His head under the lamp, pulls the chain. Puling, the gasjet
24548 lights up a crushed mauve purple shade. He raises the ashplant.)_ Only
24549 the chimney's broken. Here is all he...
24550
24551 BELLA: _(Shrinks back and screams)_ Jesus! Don't!
24552
24553 BLOOM: _(Warding off a blow)_ To show you how he hit the paper. There's
24554 not sixpenceworth of damage done. Ten shillings!
24555
24556 FLORRY: _(With a glass of water, enters)_ Where is he?
24557
24558 BELLA: Do you want me to call the police?
24559
24560 BLOOM: O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But he's a Trinity student.
24561 Patrons of your establishment. Gentlemen that pay the rent. _(He makes
24562 a masonic sign)_ Know what I mean? Nephew of the vice-chancellor. You
24563 don't want a scandal.
24564
24565 BELLA: _(Angrily)_ Trinity. Coming down here ragging after the boatraces
24566 and paying nothing. Are you my commander here or? Where is he? I'll
24567 charge him! Disgrace him, I will! (She Shouts) Zoe! Zoe!
24568
24569 BLOOM: _(Urgently)_ And if it were your own son in Oxford? _(Warningly)_
24570 I know.
24571
24572 BELLA: _(Almost speechless)_ Who are. Incog!
24573
24574 ZOE: _(In the doorway)_ There's a row on.
24575
24576 BLOOM: What? Where? _(He throws a shilling on the table and starts)_
24577 That's for the chimney. Where? I need mountain air.
24578
24579 _(He hurries out through the hall. The whores point. Florry follows,
24580 spilling water from her tilted tumbler. On the doorstep all the whores
24581 clustered talk volubly, pointing to the right where the fog has cleared
24582 off. From the left arrives a jingling hackney car. It slows to in front
24583 of the house. Bloom at the halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher who is
24584 about to dismount from the car with two silent lechers. He averts
24585 his face. Bella from within the hall urges on her whores. They blow
24586 ickylickysticky yumyum kisses. Corny Kelleher replies with a ghastly
24587 lewd smile. The silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey. Zoe and Kitty
24588 still point right. Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws his caliph's hood
24589 and poncho and hurries down the steps with sideways face. Incog Haroun
24590 al Raschid he flits behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the
24591 railings with fleet step of a pard strewing the drag behind him, torn
24592 envelopes drenched in aniseed. The ashplant marks his stride. A pack
24593 of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in
24594 tallyho cap and an old pair of grey trousers, follow from fir, picking
24595 up the scent, nearer, baying, panting, at fault, breaking away, throwing
24596 their tongues, biting his heels, leaping at his tail. He walks,
24597 runs, zigzags, gallops, lugs laid back. He is pelted with gravel,
24598 cabbagestumps, biscuitboxes, eggs, potatoes, dead codfish, woman's
24599 slipperslappers. After him freshfound the hue and cry zigzag gallops
24600 in hot pursuit of follow my leader: 65 C, 66 C, night watch, John Henry
24601 Menton, Wisdom Hely, V. B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes,
24602 Larry O'rourke, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Nameless One,
24603 Mrs Riordan, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface,
24604 Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir
24605 Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes,
24606 red Murray, editor Brayden, T. M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John
24607 Howard Parnell, the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs
24608 Breen, Denis Breen, Theodore Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the Westland
24609 Row postmistress, C. P. M'Coy, friend of Lyons, Hoppy Holohan,
24610 maninthestreet, othermaninthestreet, Footballboots, pugnosed driver,
24611 rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Joe
24612 Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry on corns, Superintendent Laracy,
24613 Father Cowley, Crofton out of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson,
24614 dental surgeon Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Bob Doran, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs
24615 Wyse Nolan, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide
24616 behindinClonskeatram, the bookseller of_ Sweets of Sin, _Miss
24617 Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck,
24618 the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky,
24619 Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Herzog, Michael E Geraghty,
24620 Inspector Troy, Mrs Galbraith, the constable off Eccles Street corner,
24621 old doctor Brady with stethoscope, the mystery man on the beach, a
24622 retriever, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all her lovers.)_
24623
24624 THE HUE AND CRY: _(Helterskelterpelterwelter)_ He's Bloom! Stop Bloom!
24625 Stopabloom! Stopperrobber! Hi! Hi! Stophim on the corner!
24626
24627 _(At the corner of Beaver Street beneath the scaffolding Bloom panting
24628 stops on the fringe of the noisy quarrelling knot, a lot not knowing a
24629 jot what hi! hi! row and wrangle round the whowhat brawlaltogether.)_
24630
24631 STEPHEN: _(With elaborate gestures, breathing deeply and slowly)_ You
24632 are my guests. Uninvited. By virtue of the fifth of George and seventh
24633 of Edward. History to blame. Fabled by mothers of memory.
24634
24635 PRIVATE CARR: _(To Cissy Caffrey)_ Was he insulting you?
24636
24637 STEPHEN: Addressed her in vocative feminine. Probably neuter.
24638 Ungenitive.
24639
24640 VOICES: No, he didn't. I seen him. The girl there. He was in Mrs
24641 Cohen's. What's up? Soldier and civilian.
24642
24643 CISSY CAFFREY: I was in company with the soldiers and they left me to
24644 do--you know, and the young man run up behind me. But I'm faithful to
24645 the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.
24646
24647 STEPHEN: _(Catches sight of Lynch's and Kitty's heads)_ Hail, Sisyphus.
24648 _(He points to himself and the others)_ Poetic. Uropoetic.
24649
24650 VOICES: Shes faithfultheman.
24651
24652 CISSY CAFFREY: Yes, to go with him. And me with a soldier friend.
24653
24654 PRIVATE COMPTON: He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter. Biff
24655 him one, Harry.
24656
24657 PRIVATE CARR: _(To Cissy)_ Was he insulting you while me and him was
24658 having a piss?
24659
24660 LORD TENNYSON: _(Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket
24661 flannels, bareheaded, flowingbearded)_ Theirs not to reason why.
24662
24663 PRIVATE COMPTON: Biff him, Harry.
24664
24665 STEPHEN: _(To Private Compton)_ I don't know your name but you are quite
24666 right. Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their
24667 shirts. Shirt is synechdoche. Part for the whole.
24668
24669 CISSY CAFFREY: _(To The Crowd)_ No, I was with the privates.
24670
24671 STEPHEN: _(Amiably)_ Why not? The bold soldier boy. In my opinion every
24672 lady for example...
24673
24674 PRIVATE CARR: _(His cap awry, advances to Stephen)_ Say, how would it
24675 be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw?
24676
24677 STEPHEN: _(Looks up to the sky)_ How? Very unpleasant. Noble art of
24678 selfpretence. Personally, I detest action. _(He waves his hand)_ Hand
24679 hurts me slightly. _Enfin ce sont vos oignons._ _(To Cissy Caffrey)_
24680 Some trouble is on here. What is it precisely?
24681
24682 DOLLY GRAY: _(From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving the sign
24683 of the heroine of Jericho)_ Rahab. Cook's son, goodbye. Safe home to
24684 Dolly. Dream of the girl you left behind and she will dream of you.
24685
24686 _(The soldiers turn their swimming eyes.)_
24687
24688 BLOOM: _(Elbowing through the crowd, plucks Stephen's sleeve
24689 vigorously)_ Come now, professor, that carman is waiting.
24690
24691 STEPHEN: _(Turns)_ Eh? _(He disengages himself)_ Why should I not speak
24692 to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange?
24693 _(He points his finger)_ I'm not afraid of what I can talk to if I see
24694 his eye. Retaining the perpendicular.
24695
24696 _(He staggers a pace back)_
24697
24698 BLOOM: _(Propping him)_ Retain your own.
24699
24700 STEPHEN: _(Laughs emptily)_ My centre of gravity is displaced. I have
24701 forgotten the trick. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Struggle
24702 for life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the
24703 tsar and the king of England, have invented arbitration. _(He taps his
24704 brow)_ But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.
24705
24706 BIDDY THE CLAP: Did you hear what the professor said? He's a professor
24707 out of the college.
24708
24709 CUNTY KATE: I did. I heard that.
24710
24711 BIDDY THE CLAP: He expresses himself with such marked refinement of
24712 phraseology.
24713
24714 CUNTY KATE: Indeed, yes. And at the same time with such apposite
24715 trenchancy.
24716
24717 PRIVATE CARR: _(Pulls himself free and comes forward)_ What's that
24718 you're saying about my king?
24719
24720 _(Edward the Seventh appears in an archway. He wars a white jersey on
24721 which an image of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the insignia of
24722 Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner's
24723 and Probyn's horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable
24724 artillery company of Massachusetts. He sucks a red jujube. He is robed
24725 as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron,
24726 marked_ made in Germany. _In his left hand he holds a plasterer's bucket
24727 on which is printed_ Défense d'uriner. _A roar of welcome greets him.)_
24728
24729 EDWARD THE SEVENTH: _(Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly)_ Peace, perfect
24730 peace. For identification, bucket in my hand. Cheerio, boys. _(He turns
24731 to his subjects)_ We have come here to witness a clean straight fight
24732 and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck. Mahak makar a bak.
24733
24734 _(He shakes hands with Private Carr, Private Compton, Stephen, Bloom and
24735 Lynch. General applause. Edward the Seventh lifts his bucket graciously
24736 in acknowledgment.)_
24737
24738 PRIVATE CARR: _(To Stephen)_ Say it again.
24739
24740 STEPHEN: _(Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up)_ I understand your point
24741 of view though I have no king myself for the moment. This is the age of
24742 patent medicines. A discussion is difficult down here. But this is the
24743 point. You die for your country. Suppose. _(He places his arm on Private
24744 Carr's sleeve)_ Not that I wish it for you. But I say: Let my country
24745 die for me. Up to the present it has done so. I didn't want it to die.
24746 Damn death. Long live life!
24747
24748 EDWARD THE SEVENTH: _(Levitates over heaps of slain, in the garb and
24749 with the halo of Joking Jesus, a white jujube in his phosphorescent
24750 face)_
24751
24752 My methods are new and are causing surprise. To make the blind see I
24753 throw dust in their eyes.
24754
24755 STEPHEN: Kings and unicorns! _(He fills back a pace)_ Come somewhere and
24756 we'll... What was that girl saying?...
24757
24758 PRIVATE COMPTON: Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers. Stick one
24759 into Jerry.
24760
24761 BLOOM: _(To the privates, softly)_ He doesn't know what he's saying.
24762 Taken a little more than is good for him. Absinthe. Greeneyed monster. I
24763 know him. He's a gentleman, a poet. It's all right.
24764
24765 STEPHEN: _(Nods, smiling and laughing)_ Gentleman, patriot, scholar and
24766 judge of impostors.
24767
24768 PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a bugger who he is.
24769
24770 PRIVATE COMPTON: We don't give a bugger who he is.
24771
24772 STEPHEN: I seem to annoy them. Green rag to a bull.
24773
24774 _(Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-day
24775 boy's hat signs to Stephen.)_
24776
24777 KEVIN EGAN: H'lo! _Bonjour!_ The _vieille ogresse_ with the _dents
24778 jaunes_.
24779
24780 _(Patrice Egan peeps from behind, his rabbitface nibbling a quince
24781 leaf.)_
24782
24783 PATRICE: _Socialiste!_
24784
24785 DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: _(In medieval hauberk,
24786 two wild geese volant on his helm, with noble indignation points a
24787 mailed hand against the privates)_ Werf those eykes to footboden, big
24788 grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy!
24789
24790 BLOOM: _(To Stephen)_ Come home. You'll get into trouble.
24791
24792 STEPHEN: _(Swaying)_ I don't avoid it. He provokes my intelligence.
24793
24794 BIDDY THE CLAP: One immediately observes that he is of patrician
24795 lineage.
24796
24797 THE VIRAGO: Green above the red, says he. Wolfe Tone.
24798
24799 THE BAWD: The red's as good as the green. And better. Up the soldiers!
24800 Up King Edward!
24801
24802 A ROUGH: _(Laughs)_ Ay! Hands up to De Wet.
24803
24804 THE CITIZEN: _(With a huge emerald muffler and shillelagh, calls)_
24805
24806 May the God above
24807 Send down a dove
24808 With teeth as sharp as razors
24809 To slit the throats
24810 Of the English dogs
24811 That hanged our Irish leaders.
24812
24813 THE CROPPY BOY: _(The ropenoose round his neck, gripes in his issuing
24814 bowels with both hands)_
24815
24816 I bear no hate to a living thing, But I love my country beyond the king.
24817
24818 RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: _(Accompanied by two blackmasked assistants,
24819 advances with gladstone bag which he opens)_ Ladies and gents,
24820 cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg. Knife with which Voisin
24821 dismembered the wife of a compatriot and hid remains in a sheet in the
24822 cellar, the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear. Phial
24823 containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon
24824 to the gallows.
24825
24826 _(He jerks the rope. The assistants leap at the victim's legs and drag
24827 him downward, grunting the croppy boy's tongue protrudes violently.)_
24828
24829 THE CROPPY BOY:
24830
24831 Horhot ho hray hor hother's hest.
24832
24833 _(He gives up the ghost. A violent erection of the hanged sends gouts
24834 of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to the cobblestones. Mrs
24835 Bellingham, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys
24836 rush forward with their handkerchiefs to sop it up.)_
24837
24838 RUMBOLD: I'm near it myself. _(He undoes the noose)_ Rope which hanged
24839 the awful rebel. Ten shillings a time. As applied to Her Royal Highness.
24840 _(He plunges his head into the gaping belly of the hanged and draws out
24841 his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails)_ My painful
24842 duty has now been done. God save the king!
24843
24844 EDWARD THE SEVENTH: _(Dances slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket, and
24845 sings with soft contentment)_
24846
24847 On coronation day, on coronation day, O, won't we have a merry time,
24848 Drinking whisky, beer and wine!
24849
24850 PRIVATE CARR: Here. What are you saying about my king?
24851
24852 STEPHEN: _(Throws up his hands)_ O, this is too monotonous! Nothing.
24853 He wants my money and my life, though want must be his master, for
24854 some brutish empire of his. Money I haven't. _(He searches his pockets
24855 vaguely)_ GAVE IT TO SOMEONE.
24856
24857 PRIVATE CARR: Who wants your bleeding money?
24858
24859 STEPHEN: _(Tries to move off)_ Will someone tell me where I am least
24860 likely to meet these necessary evils? _Ça se voit aussi à paris._ Not
24861 that I... But, by Saint Patrick...!
24862
24863 _(The women's heads coalesce. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears
24864 seated on a toadstool, the deathflower of the potato blight on her
24865 breast.)_
24866
24867 STEPHEN: Aha! I know you, gammer! Hamlet, revenge! The old sow that eats
24868 her farrow!
24869
24870 OLD GUMMY GRANNY: _(Rocking to and fro)_ Ireland's sweetheart, the king
24871 of Spain's daughter, alanna. Strangers in my house, bad manners to them!
24872 _(She keens with banshee woe)_ Ochone! Ochone! Silk of the kine! _(She
24873 wails)_ You met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand?
24874
24875 STEPHEN: How do I stand you? The hat trick! Where's the third person of
24876 the Blessed Trinity? Soggarth Aroon? The reverend Carrion Crow.
24877
24878 CISSY CAFFREY: _(Shrill)_ Stop them from fighting!
24879
24880 A ROUGH: Our men retreated.
24881
24882 PRIVATE CARR: _(Tugging at his belt)_ I'll wring the neck of any fucker
24883 says a word against my fucking king.
24884
24885 BLOOM: _(Terrified)_ He said nothing. Not a word. A pure
24886 misunderstanding.
24887
24888 THE CITIZEN: _Erin go bragh!_
24889
24890 _(Major Tweedy and the Citizen exhibit to each other medals,
24891 decorations, trophies of war, wounds. Both salute with fierce
24892 hostility.)_
24893
24894 PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He's a proboer.
24895
24896 STEPHEN: Did I? When?
24897
24898 BLOOM: _(To the redcoats)_ We fought for you in South Africa, Irish
24899 missile troops. Isn't that history? Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Honoured by
24900 our monarch.
24901
24902 THE NAVVY: _(Staggering past)_ O, yes! O God, yes! O, make the kwawr a
24903 krowawr! O! Bo!
24904
24905 _(Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted
24906 spearpoints. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in
24907 bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with epaulettes, gilt
24908 chevrons and sabretaches, his breast bright with medals, toes the line.
24909 He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of the knights templars.)_
24910
24911 MAJOR TWEEDY: _(Growls gruffly)_ Rorke's Drift! Up, guards, and at them!
24912 Mahar shalal hashbaz.
24913
24914 PRIVATE CARR: I'll do him in.
24915
24916 PRIVATE COMPTON: _(Waves the crowd back)_ Fair play, here. Make a
24917 bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger.
24918
24919 _(Massed bands blare_ Garryowen _and_ God save the King.)
24920
24921 CISSY CAFFREY: They're going to fight. For me!
24922
24923 CUNTY KATE: The brave and the fair.
24924
24925 BIDDY THE CLAP: Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the best.
24926
24927 CUNTY KATE: _(Blushing deeply)_ Nay, madam. The gules doublet and merry
24928 saint George for me!
24929
24930 STEPHEN:
24931
24932 The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave Old Ireland's
24933 windingsheet.
24934
24935 PRIVATE CARR: _(Loosening his belt, shouts)_ I'll wring the neck of any
24936 fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.
24937
24938 BLOOM: _(Shakes Cissy Caffrey's shoulders)_ Speak, you! Are you struck
24939 dumb? You are the link between nations and generations. Speak, woman,
24940 sacred lifegiver!
24941
24942 CISSY CAFFREY: _(Alarmed, seizes Private Carr's sleeve)_ Amn't I with
24943 you? Amn't I your girl? Cissy's your girl. _(She cries)_ Police!
24944
24945 STEPHEN: _(Ecstatically, to Cissy Caffrey)_
24946
24947 White thy fambles, red thy gan
24948 And thy quarrons dainty is.
24949
24950
24951 VOICES: Police!
24952
24953 DISTANT VOICES: Dublin's burning! Dublin's burning! On fire, on fire!
24954
24955 _(Brimstone fires spring up. Dense clouds roll past. Heavy Gatling guns
24956 boom. Pandemonium. Troops deploy. Gallop of hoofs. Artillery. Hoarse
24957 commands. Bells clang. Backers shout. Drunkards bawl. Whores screech.
24958 Foghorns hoot. Cries of valour. Shrieks of dying. Pikes clash on
24959 cuirasses. Thieves rob the slain. Birds of prey, winging from the sea,
24960 rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets,
24961 cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins,
24962 blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. The
24963 midnight sun is darkened. The earth trembles. The dead of Dublin
24964 from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white sheepskin overcoats and black
24965 goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many. A chasm opens with a noiseless
24966 yawn. Tom Rochford, winner, in athlete's singlet and breeches, arrives
24967 at the head of the national hurdle handicap and leaps into the void.
24968 He is followed by a race of runners and leapers. In wild attitudes they
24969 spring from the brink. Their bodies plunge. Factory lasses with fancy
24970 clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs. Society ladies lift their
24971 skirts above their heads to protect themselves. Laughing witches in red
24972 cutty sarks ride through the air on broomsticks. Quakerlyster plasters
24973 blisters. It rains dragons' teeth. Armed heroes spring up from furrows.
24974 They exchange in amity the pass of knights of the red cross and fight
24975 duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith
24976 O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt,
24977 Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond,
24978 John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord
24979 Gerald Fitzedward, The O'Donoghue of the Glens against The Glens of The
24980 O'Donoghue. On an eminence, the centre of the earth, rises the feldaltar
24981 of Saint Barbara. Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns.
24982 From the high barbacans of the tower two shafts of light fall on the
24983 smokepalled altarstone. On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, goddess of
24984 unreason, lies, naked, fettered, a chalice resting on her swollen belly.
24985 Father Malachi O'Flynn in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his
24986 two left feet back to the front, celebrates camp mass. The Reverend Mr
24987 Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his head
24988 and collar back to the front, holds over the celebrant's head an open
24989 umbrella.)_
24990
24991 FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: _Introibo ad altare diaboli._
24992
24993 THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: To the devil which hath made glad my young
24994 days.
24995
24996 FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: _(Takes from the chalice and elevates a
24997 blooddripping host) Corpus meum._
24998
24999 THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: _(Raises high behind the celebrant's
25000 petticoat, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a carrot
25001 is stuck)_ My body.
25002
25003 THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof,
25004 Aiulella!
25005
25006 _(From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)_
25007
25008 ADONAI: Dooooooooooog!
25009
25010 THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Alleluia, for the Lord God Omnipotent
25011 reigneth!
25012
25013 _(From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)_
25014
25015 ADONAI: Goooooooooood!
25016
25017 _(In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and Green factions
25018 sing_ Kick the Pope _and_ Daily, daily sing to Mary.)
25019
25020 PRIVATE CARR: _(With ferocious articulation)_ I'll do him in, so help me
25021 fucking Christ! I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking
25022 windpipe!
25023
25024 OLD GUMMY GRANNY: _(Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's hand)_ Remove
25025 him, acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and Ireland will be
25026 free. _(She prays)_ O good God, take him!
25027
25028 (THE RETRIEVER, NOSING ON THE FRINGE OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.)
25029
25030 BLOOM: _(Runs to lynch)_ Can't you get him away?
25031
25032 LYNCH: He likes dialectic, the universal language. Kitty! _(To Bloom)_
25033 Get him away, you. He won't listen to me.
25034
25035 _(He drags Kitty away.)_
25036
25037 STEPHEN: _(Points) exit Judas. Et laqueo se suspendit._
25038
25039 BLOOM: _(Runs to Stephen)_ Come along with me now before worse happens.
25040 Here's your stick.
25041
25042 STEPHEN: Stick, no. Reason. This feast of pure reason.
25043
25044 CISSY CAFFREY: _(Pulling Private Carr)_ Come on, you're boosed. He
25045 insulted me but I forgive him. _(Shouting in his ear)_ I forgive him for
25046 insulting me.
25047
25048 BLOOM: _(Over Stephen's shoulder)_ Yes, go. You see he's incapable.
25049
25050 PRIVATE CARR: _(Breaks loose)_ I'll insult him.
25051
25052 _(He rushes towards Stephen, fist outstretched, and strikes him in the
25053 face. Stephen totters, collapses, falls, stunned. He lies prone, his
25054 face to the sky, his hat rolling to the wall. Bloom follows and picks it
25055 up.)_
25056
25057 MAJOR TWEEDY: _(Loudly)_ Carbine in bucket! Cease fire! Salute!
25058
25059 THE RETRIEVER: _(Barking furiously)_ Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute.
25060
25061 THE CROWD: Let him up! Don't strike him when he's down! Air! Who? The
25062 soldier hit him. He's a professor. Is he hurted? Don't manhandle him!
25063 He's fainted!
25064
25065 A HAG: What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under
25066 the influence. Let them go and fight the Boers!
25067
25068 THE BAWD: Listen to who's talking! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with
25069 his girl? He gave him the coward's blow.
25070
25071 _(They grab at each other's hair, claw at each other and spit)_
25072
25073 THE RETRIEVER: _(Barking)_ Wow wow wow.
25074
25075 BLOOM: _(Shoves them back, loudly)_ Get back, stand back!
25076
25077 PRIVATE COMPTON: _(Tugging his comrade)_ Here. Bugger off, Harry. Here's
25078 the cops! _(Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in the group.)_
25079
25080 FIRST WATCH: What's wrong here?
25081
25082 PRIVATE COMPTON: We were with this lady. And he insulted us. And
25083 assaulted my chum. _(The retriever barks)_ Who owns the bleeding tyke?
25084
25085 CISSY CAFFREY: _(With expectation)_ Is he bleeding!
25086
25087 A MAN: _(Rising from his knees)_ No. Gone off. He'll come to all right.
25088
25089 BLOOM: _(Glances sharply at the man)_ Leave him to me. I can easily...
25090
25091 SECOND WATCH: Who are you? Do you know him?
25092
25093 PRIVATE CARR: _(Lurches towards the watch)_ He insulted my lady friend.
25094
25095 BLOOM: _(Angrily)_ You hit him without provocation. I'm a witness.
25096 Constable, take his regimental number.
25097
25098 SECOND WATCH: I don't want your instructions in the discharge of my
25099 duty.
25100
25101 PRIVATE COMPTON: _(Pulling his comrade)_ Here, bugger off Harry. Or
25102 Bennett'll shove you in the lockup.
25103
25104 PRIVATE CARR: _(Staggering as he is pulled away)_ God fuck old Bennett.
25105 He's a whitearsed bugger. I don't give a shit for him.
25106
25107 FIRST WATCH: _(Takes out his notebook)_ What's his name?
25108
25109 BLOOM: _(Peering over the crowd)_ I just see a car there. If you give me
25110 a hand a second, sergeant...
25111
25112 FIRST WATCH: Name and address.
25113
25114 _(Corny Kelleker, weepers round his hat, a death wreath in his hand,
25115 appears among the bystanders.)_
25116
25117 BLOOM: _(Quickly)_ O, the very man! _(He whispers)_ Simon Dedalus' son.
25118 A bit sprung. Get those policemen to move those loafers back.
25119
25120 SECOND WATCH: Night, Mr Kelleher.
25121
25122 CORNY KELLEHER: _(To the watch, with drawling eye)_ That's all right.
25123 I know him. Won a bit on the races. Gold cup. Throwaway. _(He laughs)_
25124 Twenty to one. Do you follow me?
25125
25126 FIRST WATCH: _(Turns to the crowd)_ Here, what are you all gaping at?
25127 Move on out of that.
25128
25129 _(The crowd disperses slowly, muttering, down the lane.)_
25130
25131 CORNY KELLEHER: Leave it to me, sergeant. That'll be all right. _(He
25132 laughs, shaking his head)_ We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse.
25133 What? Eh, what?
25134
25135 FIRST WATCH: _(Laughs)_ I suppose so.
25136
25137 CORNY KELLEHER: _(Nudges the second watch)_ Come and wipe your name off
25138 the slate. _(He lilts, wagging his head)_ With my tooraloom tooraloom
25139 tooraloom tooraloom. What, eh, do you follow me?
25140
25141 SECOND WATCH: _(Genially)_ Ah, sure we were too.
25142
25143 CORNY KELLEHER: _(Winking)_ Boys will be boys. I've a car round there.
25144
25145 SECOND WATCH: All right, Mr Kelleher. Good night.
25146
25147 CORNY KELLEHER: I'll see to that.
25148
25149 BLOOM: _(Shakes hands with both of the watch in turn)_ Thank you very
25150 much, gentlemen. Thank you. _(He mumbles confidentially)_ We don't want
25151 any scandal, you understand. Father is a wellknown highly respected
25152 citizen. Just a little wild oats, you understand.
25153
25154 FIRST WATCH: O. I understand, sir.
25155
25156 SECOND WATCH: That's all right, sir.
25157
25158 FIRST WATCH: It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report
25159 it at the station.
25160
25161 BLOOM: _(Nods rapidly)_ Naturally. Quite right. Only your bounden duty.
25162
25163 SECOND WATCH: It's our duty.
25164
25165 CORNY KELLEHER: Good night, men.
25166
25167 THE WATCH: _(Saluting together)_ Night, gentlemen. _(They move off with
25168 slow heavy tread)_
25169
25170 BLOOM: _(Blows)_ Providential you came on the scene. You have a car?...
25171
25172 CORNY KELLEHER: _(Laughs, pointing his thumb over his right shoulder to
25173 the car brought up against the scaffolding)_ Two commercials that were
25174 standing fizz in Jammet's. Like princes, faith. One of them lost two
25175 quid on the race. Drowning his grief. And were on for a go with the
25176 jolly girls. So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown.
25177
25178 BLOOM: I was just going home by Gardiner street when I happened to...
25179
25180 CORNY KELLEHER: _(Laughs)_ Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots.
25181 No, by God, says I. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. _(He
25182 laughs again and leers with lacklustre eye)_ Thanks be to God we have it
25183 in the house, what, eh, do you follow me? Hah, hah, hah!
25184
25185 BLOOM: _(Tries to laugh)_ He, he, he! Yes. Matter of fact I was just
25186 visiting an old friend of mine there, Virag, you don't know him (poor
25187 fellow, he's laid up for the past week) and we had a liquor together and
25188 I was just making my way home...
25189
25190 _(The horse neighs.)_
25191
25192 THE HORSE: Hohohohohohoh! Hohohohome!
25193
25194 CORNY KELLEHER: Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after
25195 we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told him to pull up and
25196 got off to see. _(He laughs)_ Sober hearsedrivers a speciality. Will I
25197 give him a lift home? Where does he hang out? Somewhere in Cabra, what?
25198
25199 BLOOM: No, in Sandycove, I believe, from what he let drop.
25200
25201 _(Stephen, prone, breathes to the stars. Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls
25202 at the horse. Bloom, in gloom, looms down.)_
25203
25204 CORNY KELLEHER: _(Scratches his nape)_ Sandycove! _(He bends down and
25205 calls to Stephen)_ Eh! _(He calls again)_ Eh! He's covered with shavings
25206 anyhow. Take care they didn't lift anything off him.
25207
25208 BLOOM: No, no, no. I have his money and his hat here and stick.
25209
25210 CORNY KELLEHER: Ah, well, he'll get over it. No bones broken. Well, I'll
25211 shove along. _(He laughs)_ I've a rendezvous in the morning. Burying the
25212 dead. Safe home!
25213
25214 THE HORSE: _(Neighs)_ Hohohohohome.
25215
25216 BLOOM: Good night. I'll just wait and take him along in a few...
25217
25218 _(Corny Kelleher returns to the outside car and mounts it. The horse
25219 harness jingles.)_
25220
25221 CORNY KELLEHER: _(From the car, standing)_ Night.
25222
25223 BLOOM: Night.
25224
25225 _(The jarvey chucks the reins and raises his whip encouragingly. The
25226 car and horse back slowly, awkwardly, and turn. Corny Kelleher on the
25227 sideseat sways his head to and fro in sign of mirth at Bloom's plight.
25228 The jarvey joins in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the
25229 farther seat. Bloom shakes his head in mute mirthful reply. With thumb
25230 and palm Corny Kelleher reassures that the two bobbies will allow the
25231 sleep to continue for what else is to be done. With a slow nod Bloom
25232 conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what Stephen needs. The car
25233 jingles tooraloom round the corner of the tooraloom lane. Corny Kelleher
25234 again reassuralooms with his hand. Bloom with his hand assuralooms Corny
25235 Kelleher that he is reassuraloomtay. The tinkling hoofs and jingling
25236 harness grow fainter with their tooralooloo looloo lay. Bloom, holding
25237 in his hand Stephen's hat, festooned with shavings, and ashplant, stands
25238 irresolute. Then he bends to him and shakes him by the shoulder.)_
25239
25240 BLOOM: Eh! Ho! _(There is no answer; he bends again)_ Mr Dedalus!
25241 _(There is no answer)_ The name if you call. Somnambulist. _(He bends
25242 again and hesitating, brings his mouth near the face of the prostrate
25243 form)_ Stephen! _(There is no answer. He calls again.)_ Stephen!
25244
25245 STEPHEN: _(Groans)_ Who? Black panther. Vampire. _(He sighs and
25246 stretches himself, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels)_
25247
25248 Who... drive... Fergus now
25249 And pierce... wood's woven shade?...
25250
25251 _(He turns on his left side, sighing, doubling himself together.)_
25252
25253 BLOOM: Poetry. Well educated. Pity. _(He bends again and undoes
25254 the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat)_ To breathe. _(He brushes the
25255 woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and fingers)_ One
25256 pound seven. Not hurt anyhow. _(He listens)_ What?
25257
25258 STEPHEN: _(Murmurs)_
25259
25260 ... shadows... the woods
25261 ... white breast... dim sea.
25262
25263 _(He stretches out his arms, sighs again and curls his body. Bloom,
25264 holding the hat and ashplant, stands erect. A dog barks in the distance.
25265 Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the ashplant. He looks down on
25266 Stephen's face and form.)_
25267
25268 BLOOM: _(Communes with the night)_ Face reminds me of his poor mother.
25269 In the shady wood. The deep white breast. Ferguson, I think I caught. A
25270 girl. Some girl. Best thing could happen him. _(He murmurs)_... swear
25271 that I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts,
25272 art or arts... _(He murmurs)_... in the rough sands of the sea... a
25273 cabletow's length from the shore... where the tide ebbs... and flows
25274 ...
25275
25276 _(Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands on guard, his fingers at his lips
25277 in the attitude of secret master. Against the dark wall a figure appears
25278 slowly, a fairy boy of eleven, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in an
25279 eton suit with glass shoes and a little bronze helmet, holding a book
25280 in his hand. He reads from right to left inaudibly, smiling, kissing the
25281 page.)_
25282
25283 BLOOM: _(Wonderstruck, calls inaudibly)_ Rudy!
25284
25285 RUDY: _(Gazes, unseeing, into Bloom's eyes and goes on reading, kissing,
25286 smiling. He has a delicate mauve face. On his suit he has diamond and
25287 ruby buttons. In his free left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a
25288 violet bowknot. A white lambkin peeps out of his waistcoat pocket.)_
25289
25290
25291
25292
25293 -- III --
25294
25295 Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of
25296 the shavings and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up
25297 generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he very badly needed. His
25298 (Stephen's) mind was not exactly what you would call wandering but a bit
25299 unsteady and on his expressed desire for some beverage to drink Mr
25300 Bloom in view of the hour it was and there being no pump of Vartry water
25301 available for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an
25302 expedient by suggesting, off the reel, the propriety of the cabman's
25303 shelter, as it was called, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge
25304 where they might hit upon some drinkables in the shape of a milk and
25305 soda or a mineral. But how to get there was the rub. For the nonce he
25306 was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the duty plainly devolved upon him
25307 to take some measures on the subject he pondered suitable ways and means
25308 during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. So far as he could see he was
25309 rather pale in the face so that it occurred to him as highly advisable
25310 to get a conveyance of some description which would answer in their
25311 then condition, both of them being e.d.ed, particularly Stephen, always
25312 assuming that there was such a thing to be found. Accordingly after a
25313 few such preliminaries as brushing, in spite of his having forgotten
25314 to take up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had done yeoman
25315 service in the shaving line, they both walked together along Beaver
25316 street or, more properly, lane as far as the farrier's and the
25317 distinctly fetid atmosphere of the livery stables at the corner of
25318 Montgomery street where they made tracks to the left from thence
25319 debouching into Amiens street round by the corner of Dan Bergin's. But
25320 as he confidently anticipated there was not a sign of a Jehu plying for
25321 hire anywhere to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some
25322 fellows inside on the spree, outside the North Star hotel and there was
25323 no symptom of its budging a quarter of an inch when Mr Bloom, who was
25324 anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting
25325 a kind of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his head, twice.
25326
25327 This was a quandary but, bringing common sense to bear on it, evidently
25328 there was nothing for it but put a good face on the matter and foot it
25329 which they accordingly did. So, bevelling around by Mullett's and the
25330 Signal House which they shortly reached, they proceeded perforce in the
25331 direction of Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom being handicapped
25332 by the circumstance that one of the back buttons of his trousers had,
25333 to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way of all buttons though,
25334 entering thoroughly into the spirit of the thing, he heroically made
25335 light of the mischance. So as neither of them were particularly pressed
25336 for time, as it happened, and the temperature refreshing since it
25337 cleared up after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they dandered
25338 along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a fare or a
25339 jarvey. As it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer
25340 happened to be returning and the elder man recounted to his companion _à
25341 propos_ of the incident his own truly miraculous escape of some little
25342 while back. They passed the main entrance of the Great Northern railway
25343 station, the starting point for Belfast, where of course all traffic was
25344 suspended at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the morgue
25345 (a not very enticing locality, not to say gruesome to a degree, more
25346 especially at night) ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in due course
25347 turned into Store street, famous for its C division police station.
25348 Between this point and the high at present unlit warehouses of Beresford
25349 place Stephen thought to think of Ibsen, associated with Baird's the
25350 stonecutter's in his mind somehow in Talbot place, first turning on the
25351 right, while the other who was acting as his _fidus Achates_ inhaled
25352 with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery,
25353 situated quite close to where they were, the very palatable odour indeed
25354 of our daily bread, of all commodities of the public the primary and
25355 most indispensable. Bread, the staff of life, earn your bread, O tell me
25356 where is fancy bread, at Rourke's the baker's it is said.
25357
25358 _En route_ to his taciturn and, not to put too fine a point on it, not
25359 yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom who at all events was in complete
25360 possession of his faculties, never more so, in fact disgustingly sober,
25361 spoke a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of ill fame
25362 and swell mobsmen, which, barely permissible once in a while though not
25363 as a habitual practice, was of the nature of a regular deathtrap for
25364 young fellows of his age particularly if they had acquired drinking
25365 habits under the influence of liquor unless you knew a little jiujitsu
25366 for every contingency as even a fellow on the broad of his back could
25367 administer a nasty kick if you didn't look out. Highly providential
25368 was the appearance on the scene of Corny Kelleher when Stephen was
25369 blissfully unconscious but for that man in the gap turning up at the
25370 eleventh hour the finis might have been that he might have been a
25371 candidate for the accident ward or, failing that, the bridewell and
25372 an appearance in the court next day before Mr Tobias or, he being the
25373 solicitor rather, old Wall, he meant to say, or Mahony which simply
25374 spelt ruin for a chap when it got bruited about. The reason he mentioned
25375 the fact was that a lot of those policemen, whom he cordially disliked,
25376 were admittedly unscrupulous in the service of the Crown and, as Mr
25377 Bloom put it, recalling a case or two in the A division in Clanbrassil
25378 street, prepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. Never on
25379 the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the city, Pembroke road for
25380 example, the
25381
25382 guardians of the law were well in evidence, the obvious reason being
25383 they were paid to protect the upper classes. Another thing he commented
25384 on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any description
25385 liable to go off at any time which was tantamount to inciting them
25386 against civilians should by any chance they fall out over anything. You
25387 frittered away your time, he very sensibly maintained, and health and
25388 also character besides which, the squandermania of the thing, fast women
25389 of the _demimonde_ ran away with a lot of l s. d. into the bargain and
25390 the greatest danger of all was who you got drunk with though, touching
25391 the much vexed question of stimulants, he relished a glass of choice old
25392 wine in season as both
25393
25394 nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues (notably a
25395 good burgundy which he was a staunch believer in) still never beyond
25396 a certain point where he invariably drew the line as it simply led to
25397 trouble all round to say nothing of your being at the tender mercy of
25398 others practically. Most of all he commented adversely on the desertion
25399 of Stephen by all his pubhunting _confreres_ but one, a most glaring
25400 piece of ratting on the part of his brother medicos under all the circs.
25401
25402 --And that one was Judas, Stephen said, who up to then had said nothing
25403 whatsoever of any kind.
25404
25405 Discussing these and kindred topics they made a beeline across the back
25406 of the Customhouse and passed under the Loop Line bridge where a brazier
25407 of coke burning in front of a sentrybox or something like one attracted
25408 their rather lagging footsteps. Stephen of his own accord stopped for
25409 no special reason to look at the heap of barren cobblestones and by
25410 the light emanating from the brazier he could just make out the darker
25411 figure of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the sentrybox. He
25412 began to remember that this had happened or had been mentioned as having
25413 happened before but it cost him no small effort before he remembered
25414 that he recognised in the sentry a quondam friend of his father's,
25415 Gumley. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the pillars of the railway
25416 bridge.
25417
25418 --Someone saluted you, Mr Bloom said.
25419
25420 A figure of middle height on the prowl evidently under the arches
25421 saluted again, calling:
25422
25423 --_Night!_
25424
25425 Stephen of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return the
25426 compliment. Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch
25427 as he always believed in minding his own business moved off but
25428 nevertheless remained on the _qui vive_ with just a shade of anxiety
25429 though not funkyish in the least. Though unusual in the Dublin area he
25430 knew that it was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had next
25431 to nothing to live on to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising
25432 peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their head in some
25433 secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers of the
25434 Thames embankment category they might be hanging about there or simply
25435 marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell
25436 swoop at a moment's notice, your money or your life, leaving you there
25437 to point a moral, gagged and garrotted.
25438
25439 Stephen, that is when the accosting figure came to close quarters,
25440 though he was not in an over sober state himself recognised Corley's
25441 breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Lord John Corley some called him
25442 and his genealogy came about in this wise. He was the eldest son of
25443 inspector Corley of the G division, lately deceased, who had married
25444 a certain Katherine Brophy, the daughter of a Louth farmer. His
25445 grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of New Ross had married the widow
25446 of a publican there whose maiden name had been Katherine (also) Talbot.
25447 Rumour had it (though not proved) that she descended from the house of
25448 the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably
25449 fine residence of its kind and well worth seeing, her mother or aunt or
25450 some relative, a woman, as the tale went, of extreme beauty, had enjoyed
25451 the distinction of being in service in the washkitchen. This therefore
25452 was the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute
25453 man who now addressed Stephen was spoken of by some with facetious
25454 proclivities as Lord John Corley.
25455
25456 Taking Stephen on one side he had the customary doleful ditty to tell.
25457 Not as much as a farthing to purchase a night's lodgings. His friends
25458 had all deserted him. Furthermore he had a row with Lenehan and called
25459 him to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a sprinkling of a number of other
25460 uncalledfor expressions. He was out of a job and implored of Stephen to
25461 tell him where on God's earth he could get something, anything at all,
25462 to do. No, it was the daughter of the mother in the washkitchen that
25463 was fostersister to the heir of the house or else they were connected
25464 through the mother in some way, both occurrences happening at the same
25465 time if the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to
25466 finish. Anyhow he was all in.
25467
25468 --I wouldn't ask you only, pursued he, on my solemn oath and God knows
25469 I'm on the rocks.
25470
25471 --There'll be a job tomorrow or next day, Stephen told him, in a boys'
25472 school at Dalkey for a gentleman usher. Mr Garrett Deasy. Try it. You
25473 may mention my name.
25474
25475 --Ah, God, Corley replied, sure I couldn't teach in a school, man. I was
25476 never one of your bright ones, he added with a half laugh. I got stuck
25477 twice in the junior at the christian brothers.
25478
25479 --I have no place to sleep myself, Stephen informed him.
25480
25481 Corley at the first go-off was inclined to suspect it was something to
25482 do with Stephen being fired out of his digs for bringing in a bloody
25483 tart off the street. There was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Mrs
25484 Maloney's, but it was only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but
25485 M'Conachie told him you got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head over
25486 in Winetavern street (which was distantly suggestive to the person
25487 addressed of friar Bacon) for a bob. He was starving too though he
25488 hadn't said a word about it.
25489
25490 Though this sort of thing went on every other night or very near it
25491 still Stephen's feelings got the better of him in a sense though he knew
25492 that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a par with the others was hardly
25493 deserving of much credence. However _haud ignarus malorum miseris
25494 succurrere disco_ etcetera as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck
25495 would have it he got paid his screw after every middle of the month on
25496 the sixteenth which was the date of the month as a matter of fact though
25497 a good bit of the wherewithal was demolished. But the cream of the joke
25498 was nothing would get it out of Corley's head that he was living in
25499 affluence and hadn't a thing to do but hand out the needful. Whereas.
25500 He put his hand in a pocket anyhow not with the idea of finding any food
25501 there but thinking he might lend him anything up to a bob or so in lieu
25502 so that he might endeavour at all events and get sufficient to eat but
25503 the result was in the negative for, to his chagrin, he found his cash
25504 missing. A few broken biscuits were all the result of his investigation.
25505 He tried his hardest to recollect for the moment whether he had lost
25506 as well he might have or left because in that contingency it was not a
25507 pleasant lookout, very much the reverse in fact. He was altogether too
25508 fagged out to institute a thorough search though he tried to recollect.
25509 About biscuits he dimly remembered. Who now exactly gave them he
25510 wondered or where was or did he buy. However in another pocket he came
25511 across what he surmised in the dark were pennies, erroneously however,
25512 as it turned out.
25513
25514 --Those are halfcrowns, man, Corley corrected him.
25515
25516 And so in point of fact they turned out to be. Stephen anyhow lent him
25517 one of them.
25518
25519 --Thanks, Corley answered, you're a gentleman. I'll pay you back one
25520 time. Who's that with you? I saw him a few times in the Bleeding Horse
25521 in Camden street with Boylan, the billsticker. You might put in a good
25522 word for us to get me taken on there. I'd carry a sandwichboard only
25523 the girl in the office told me they're full up for the next three weeks,
25524 man. God, you've to book ahead, man, you'd think it was for the Carl
25525 Rosa. I don't give a shite anyway so long as I get a job, even as a
25526 crossing sweeper.
25527
25528 Subsequently being not quite so down in the mouth after the two and six
25529 he got he informed Stephen about a fellow by the name of Bags Comisky
25530 that he said Stephen knew well out of Fullam's, the shipchandler's,
25531 bookkeeper there that used to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara
25532 and a little chap with a stutter the name of Tighe. Anyhow he was lagged
25533 the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk and disorderly and
25534 refusing to go with the constable.
25535
25536 210
25537
25538 Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the
25539 cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of the corporation
25540 watchman's sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, it struck him,
25541 was having a quiet forty winks for all intents and purposes on his own
25542 private account while Dublin slept. He threw an odd eye at the same time
25543 now and then at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor
25544 as if he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other though where he was
25545 not in a position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when.
25546 Being a levelheaded individual who could give points to not a few in
25547 point of shrewd observation he also remarked on his very dilapidated
25548 hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a chronic
25549 impecuniosity. Palpably he was one of his hangerson but for the
25550 matter of that it was merely a question of one preying on his nextdoor
25551 neighbour all round, in every deep, so to put it, a deeper depth and for
25552 the matter of that if the man in the street chanced to be in the dock
25553 himself penal servitude with or without the option of a fine would be
25554 a very rara avis altogether. In any case he had a consummate amount of
25555 cool assurance intercepting people at that hour of the night or morning.
25556 Pretty thick that was certainly.
25557
25558 The pair parted company and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom who, with his
25559 practised eye, was not without perceiving that he had succumbed to the
25560 blandiloquence of the other parasite. Alluding to the encounter he said,
25561 laughingly, Stephen, that is:
25562
25563 --He is down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named
25564 Boylan, a billsticker, to give him a job as a sandwichman.
25565
25566 At this intelligence, in which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr
25567 Bloom gazed abstractedly for the space of a half a second or so in the
25568 direction of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the farfamed name of Eblana,
25569 moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly out of repair,
25570 whereupon he observed evasively:
25571
25572 --Everybody gets their own ration of luck, they say. Now you mention it
25573 his face was familiar to me. But, leaving that for the moment, how much
25574 did you part with, he queried, if I am not too inquisitive?
25575
25576 --Half a crown, Stephen responded. I daresay he needs it to sleep
25577 somewhere.
25578
25579 --Needs! Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the least surprise at
25580 the intelligence, I can quite credit the assertion and I guarantee he
25581 invariably does. Everyone according to his needs or everyone according
25582 to his deeds. But, talking about things in general, where, added he with
25583 a smile, will you sleep yourself? Walking to Sandycove is out of
25584 the question. And even supposing you did you won't get in after what
25585 occurred at Westland Row station. Simply fag out there for nothing. I
25586 don't mean to presume to dictate to you in the slightest degree but why
25587 did you leave your father's house?
25588
25589 --To seek misfortune, was Stephen's answer.
25590
25591 --I met your respected father on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom
25592 diplomatically returned, today in fact, or to be strictly accurate, on
25593 yesterday. Where does he live at present? I gathered in the course of
25594 conversation that he had moved.
25595
25596 --I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen answered unconcernedly.
25597 Why?
25598
25599 --A gifted man, Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in more respects
25600 than one and a born _raconteur_ if ever there was one. He takes great
25601 pride, quite legitimate, out of you. You could go back perhaps, he
25602 hasarded, still thinking of the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row
25603 terminus when it was perfectly evident that the other two, Mulligan,
25604 that is, and that English tourist friend of his, who eventually euchred
25605 their third companion, were patently trying as if the whole bally
25606 station belonged to them to give Stephen the slip in the confusion,
25607 which they did.
25608
25609 There was no response forthcoming to the suggestion however, such as it
25610 was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his
25611 family hearth the last time he saw it with his sister Dilly sitting by
25612 the ingle, her hair hanging down, waiting for some weak Trinidad shell
25613 cocoa that was in the sootcoated kettle to be done so that she and he
25614 could drink it with the oatmealwater for milk after the Friday herrings
25615 they had eaten at two a penny with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and
25616 Katey, the cat meanwhile under the mangle devouring a mess of eggshells
25617 and charred fish heads and bones on a square of brown paper, in
25618 accordance with the third precept of the church to fast and abstain
25619 on the days commanded, it being quarter tense or if not, ember days or
25620 something like that.
25621
25622 --No, Mr Bloom repeated again, I wouldn't personally repose much trust
25623 in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr
25624 Mulligan, as a guide, philosopher and friend if I were in your shoes. He
25625 knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all probability he
25626 never realised what it is to be without regular meals. Of course you
25627 didn't notice as much as I did. But it wouldn't occasion me the least
25628 surprise to learn that a pinch of tobacco or some narcotic was put in
25629 your drink for some ulterior object.
25630
25631 He understood however from all he heard that Dr Mulligan was a versatile
25632 allround man, by no means confined to medicine only, who was rapidly
25633 coming to the fore in his line and, if the report was verified, bade
25634 fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the not too distant future as
25635 a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his services
25636 in addition to which professional status his rescue of that man from
25637 certain drowning by artificial respiration and what they call first
25638 aid at Skerries, or Malahide was it?, was, he was bound to admit, an
25639 exceedingly plucky deed which he could not too highly praise, so that
25640 frankly he was utterly at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be
25641 at the back of it except he put it down to sheer cussedness or jealousy,
25642 pure and simple.
25643
25644 --Except it simply amounts to one thing and he is what they call picking
25645 your brains, he ventured to throw out.
25646
25647 The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by
25648 friendliness which he gave at Stephen's at present morose expression
25649 of features did not throw a flood of light, none at all in fact on the
25650 problem as to whether he had let himself be badly bamboozled to judge by
25651 two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop or the other way about saw
25652 through the affair and for some reason or other best known to himself
25653 allowed matters to more or less. Grinding poverty did have that effect
25654 and he more than conjectured that, high educational abilities though he
25655 possessed, he experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet.
25656
25657 Adjacent to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round
25658 which a group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting
25659 rid of voluble expressions in their vivacious language in a particularly
25660 animated way, there being some little differences between the parties.
25661
25662 --_Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Ho ragione? Culo rotto!_
25663
25664 _--Intendiamoci. Mezzo sovrano piu..._
25665
25666 _--Dice lui, pero!_
25667
25668 _--Mezzo._
25669
25670 _--Farabutto! Mortacci sui!_
25671
25672 _--Ma ascolta! Cinque la testa piu..._
25673
25674 Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an unpretentious
25675 wooden structure, where, prior to then, he had rarely if ever been
25676 before, the former having previously whispered to the latter a few
25677 hints anent the keeper of it said to be the once famous Skin-the-Goat
25678 Fitzharris, the invincible, though he could not vouch for the actual
25679 facts which quite possibly there was not one vestige of truth in. A few
25680 moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corner
25681 only to be greeted by stares from the decidedly miscellaneous collection
25682 of waifs and strays and other nondescript specimens of the genus _homo_
25683 already there engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation
25684 for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity.
25685
25686 --Now touching a cup of coffee, Mr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest
25687 to break the ice, it occurs to me you ought to sample something in the
25688 shape of solid food, say, a roll of some description.
25689
25690 Accordingly his first act was with characteristic _sangfroid_ to order
25691 these commodities quietly. The _hoi polloi_ of jarvies or stevedores
25692 or whatever they were after a cursory examination turned their eyes
25693 apparently dissatisfied, away though one redbearded bibulous individual
25694 portion of whose hair was greyish, a sailor probably, still stared for
25695 some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the
25696 floor. Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech, he having
25697 just a bowing acquaintance with the language in dispute, though, to be
25698 sure, rather in a quandary over _voglio_, remarked to his _protégé_ in
25699 an audible tone of voice _a propos_ of the battle royal in the street
25700 which was still raging fast and furious:
25701
25702 --A beautiful language. I mean for singing purposes. Why do you not
25703 write your poetry in that language? _Bella Poetria_! It is so melodious
25704 and full. _Belladonna. Voglio._
25705
25706 Stephen, who was trying his dead best to yawn if he could, suffering
25707 from lassitude generally, replied:
25708
25709 --To fill the ear of a cow elephant. They were haggling over money.
25710
25711 --Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined pensively, at the
25712 inward reflection of there being more languages to start with than were
25713 absolutely necessary, it may be only the southern glamour that surrounds
25714 it.
25715
25716 The keeper of the shelter in the middle of this _tête-â-tête_ put a
25717 boiling swimming cup of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the table
25718 and a rather antediluvian specimen of a bun, or so it seemed. After
25719 which he beat a retreat to his counter, Mr Bloom determining to have
25720 a good square look at him later on so as not to appear to. For which
25721 reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his eyes while he did
25722 the honours by surreptitiously pushing the cup of what was temporarily
25723 supposed to be called coffee gradually nearer him.
25724
25725 --Sounds are impostures, Stephen said after a pause of some little time,
25726 like names. Cicero, Podmore. Napoleon, Mr Goodbody. Jesus, Mr Doyle.
25727 Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. What's in a name?
25728
25729 --Yes, to be sure, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Of course. Our name
25730 was changed too, he added, pushing the socalled roll across.
25731
25732 The redbearded sailor who had his weather eye on the newcomers boarded
25733 Stephen, whom he had singled out for attention in particular, squarely
25734 by asking:
25735
25736 --And what might your name be?
25737
25738 Just in the nick of time Mr Bloom touched his companion's boot but
25739 Stephen, apparently disregarding the warm pressure from an unexpected
25740 quarter, answered:
25741
25742 --Dedalus.
25743
25744 The sailor stared at him heavily from a pair of drowsy baggy eyes,
25745 rather bunged up from excessive use of boose, preferably good old
25746 Hollands and water.
25747
25748 --You know Simon Dedalus? he asked at length.
25749
25750 --I've heard of him, Stephen said.
25751
25752 Mr Bloom was all at sea for a moment, seeing the others evidently
25753 eavesdropping too.
25754
25755 --He's Irish, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the same
25756 way and nodding. All Irish.
25757
25758 --All too Irish, Stephen rejoined.
25759
25760 As for Mr Bloom he could neither make head or tail of the whole business
25761 and he was just asking himself what possible connection when the sailor
25762 of his own accord turned to the other occupants of the shelter with the
25763 remark:
25764
25765 --I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his
25766 shoulder. The lefthand dead shot.
25767
25768 Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional stammer and his
25769 gestures being also clumsy as it was still he did his best to explain.
25770
25771 --Bottles out there, say. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on the bottles.
25772 Cocks his gun over his shoulder. Aims.
25773
25774 He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye completely. Then he
25775 screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the night
25776 with an unprepossessing cast of countenance.
25777
25778 --Pom! he then shouted once.
25779
25780 The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there
25781 being still a further egg.
25782
25783 --Pom! he shouted twice.
25784
25785 Egg two evidently demolished, he nodded and winked, adding
25786 bloodthirstily:
25787
25788 _--Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never will._
25789
25790 A silence ensued till Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like
25791 asking him whether it was for a marksmanship competition like the
25792 Bisley.
25793
25794 --Beg pardon, the sailor said.
25795
25796 --Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth.
25797
25798 --Why, the sailor replied, relaxing to a certain extent under the magic
25799 influence of diamond cut diamond, it might be a matter of ten years. He
25800 toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. I seen him do that in
25801 Stockholm.
25802
25803 --Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen unobtrusively.
25804
25805 --Murphy's my name, the sailor continued. D. B. Murphy of Carrigaloe.
25806 Know where that is?
25807
25808 --Queenstown harbour, Stephen replied.
25809
25810 --That's right, the sailor said. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle. That's
25811 where I hails from. I belongs there. That's where I hails from. My
25812 little woman's down there. She's waiting for me, I know. _For England,
25813 home and beauty_. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years
25814 now, sailing about.
25815
25816 Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene, the homecoming
25817 to the mariner's roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jones,
25818 a rainy night with a blind moon. Across the world for a wife. Quite a
25819 number of stories there were on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic,
25820 Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc
25821 O'Leary, a favourite and most trying declamation piece by the way of
25822 poor John Casey and a bit of perfect poetry in its own small way.
25823 Never about the runaway wife coming back, however much devoted to the
25824 absentee. The face at the window! Judge of his astonishment when he
25825 finally did breast the tape and the awful truth dawned upon him anent
25826 his better half, wrecked in his affections. You little expected me but
25827 I've come to stay and make a fresh start. There she sits, a grasswidow,
25828 at the selfsame fireside. Believes me dead, rocked in the cradle of the
25829 deep. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as the case might be, the
25830 publican of the Crown and Anchor, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and
25831 onions. No chair for father. Broo! The wind! Her brandnew arrival is on
25832 her knee, _post mortem_ child. With a high ro! and a randy ro! and my
25833 galloping tearing tandy, O! Bow to the inevitable. Grin and bear it. I
25834 remain with much love your brokenhearted husband D B Murphy.
25835
25836 The sailor, who scarcely seemed to be a Dublin resident, turned to one
25837 of the jarvies with the request:
25838
25839 --You don't happen to have such a thing as a spare chaw about you?
25840
25841 The jarvey addressed as it happened had not but the keeper took a die of
25842 plug from his good jacket hanging on a nail and the desired object was
25843 passed from hand to hand.
25844
25845 --Thank you, the sailor said.
25846
25847 He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing and with some slow
25848 stammers, proceeded:
25849
25850 --We come up this morning eleven o'clock. The threemaster _Rosevean_
25851 from Bridgwater with bricks. I shipped to get over. Paid off this
25852 afternoon. There's my discharge. See? D. B. Murphy. A. B. S.
25853
25854 In confirmation of which statement he extricated from an inside pocket
25855 and handed to his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded document.
25856
25857 --You must have seen a fair share of the world, the keeper remarked,
25858 leaning on the counter.
25859
25860 --Why, the sailor answered upon reflection upon it, I've circumnavigated
25861 a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red Sea. I was in China and
25862 North America and South America. We was chased by pirates one voyage.
25863 I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. I was in Stockholm and the Black Sea,
25864 the Dardanelles under Captain Dalton, the best bloody man that ever
25865 scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. _Gospodi pomilyou_. That's how the
25866 Russians prays.
25867
25868 --You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in a jarvey.
25869
25870 --Why, the sailor said, shifting his partially chewed plug. I seen
25871 queer things too, ups and downs. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an
25872 anchor same as I chew that quid.
25873
25874 He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and, lodging it between his
25875 teeth, bit ferociously:
25876
25877 --Khaan! Like that. And I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and
25878 the livers of horses. Look here. Here they are. A friend of mine sent
25879 me.
25880
25881 He fumbled out a picture postcard from his inside pocket which seemed to
25882 be in its way a species of repository and pushed it along the table. The
25883 printed matter on it stated: _Choza de Indios. Beni, Bolivia._
25884
25885 All focussed their attention at the scene exhibited, a group of savage
25886 women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning,
25887 sleeping amid a swarm of infants (there must have been quite a score of
25888 them) outside some primitive shanties of osier.
25889
25890 --Chews coca all day, the communicative tarpaulin added. Stomachs
25891 like breadgraters. Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more
25892 children.
25893
25894 See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver
25895 raw.
25896
25897 His postcard proved a centre of attraction for Messrs the greenhorns for
25898 several minutes if not more.
25899
25900 --Know how to keep them off? he inquired generally.
25901
25902 Nobody volunteering a statement he winked, saying:
25903
25904 --Glass. That boggles 'em. Glass.
25905
25906 Mr Bloom, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the
25907 card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark. It ran
25908 as follows: _Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago,
25909 Chile._ There was no message evidently, as he took particular notice.
25910 Though not an implicit believer in the lurid story narrated (or the
25911 eggsniping transaction for that matter despite William Tell and the
25912 Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in _Maritana_ on which
25913 occasion the former's ball passed through the latter's hat) having
25914 detected a discrepancy between his name (assuming he was the person
25915 he represented himself to be and not sailing under false colours
25916 after having boxed the compass on the strict q.t. somewhere) and
25917 the fictitious addressee of the missive which made him nourish some
25918 suspicions of our friend's _bona fides_ nevertheless it reminded him in
25919 a way of a longcherished plan he meant to one day realise some Wednesday
25920 or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to say that he had
25921 ever travelled extensively to any great extent but he was at heart a
25922 born adventurer though by a trick of fate he had consistently remained
25923 a landlubber except you call going to Holyhead which was his longest.
25924 Martin Cunningham frequently said he would work a pass through Egan but
25925 some deuced hitch or other eternally cropped up with the net result that
25926 the scheme fell through. But even suppose it did come to planking
25927 down the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was not so dear, purse
25928 permitting, a few guineas at the outside considering the fare to
25929 Mullingar where he figured on going was five and six, there and back.
25930 The trip would benefit health on account of the bracing ozone and be in
25931 every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a chap whose liver was
25932 out of order, seeing the different places along the route, Plymouth,
25933 Falmouth, Southampton and so on culminating in an instructive tour of
25934 the sights of the great metropolis, the spectacle of our modern Babylon
25935 where doubtless he would see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey,
25936 wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with. Another thing just
25937 struck him as a by no means bad notion was he might have a gaze around
25938 on the spot to see about trying to make arrangements about a concert
25939 tour of summer music embracing the most prominent pleasure resorts,
25940 Margate with mixed bathing and firstrate hydros and spas, Eastbourne,
25941 Scarborough, Margate and so on, beautiful Bournemouth, the Channel
25942 islands and similar bijou spots, which might prove highly remunerative.
25943 Not, of course, with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies
25944 on the job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your valise and I'll post
25945 you the ticket. No, something top notch, an all star Irish caste, the
25946 Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his own legal consort as leading
25947 lady as a sort of counterblast to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners,
25948 perfectly simple matter and he was quite sanguine of success, providing
25949 puffs in the local papers could be managed by some fellow with a bit of
25950 bounce who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business
25951 with pleasure. But who? That was the rub. Also, without being actually
25952 positive, it struck him a great field was to be opened up in the line
25953 of opening up new routes to keep pace with the times _apropos_ of the
25954 Fishguard-Rosslare route which, it was mooted, was once more on the
25955 _tapis_ in the circumlocution departments with the usual quantity of red
25956 tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. A
25957 great opportunity there certainly was for push and enterprise to meet
25958 the travelling needs of the public at large, the average man, i.e.
25959 Brown, Robinson and Co.
25960
25961 It was a subject of regret and absurd as well on the face of it and no
25962 small blame to our vaunted society that the man in the street, when the
25963 system really needed toning up, for the matter of a couple of paltry
25964 pounds was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead
25965 of being always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-the-mud took me
25966 for a wife. After all, hang it, they had their eleven and more humdrum
25967 months of it and merited a radical change of _venue_ after the grind
25968 of city life in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at her
25969 spectacular best constituting nothing short of a new lease of life.
25970 There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the home
25971 island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering a plethora
25972 of attractions as well as a bracing tonic for the system in and around
25973 Dublin and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which there was
25974 a steamtram, but also farther away from the madding crowd in Wicklow,
25975 rightly termed the garden of Ireland, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly
25976 wheelmen so long as it didn't come down, and in the wilds of Donegal
25977 where if report spoke true the _coup d'oeil_ was exceedingly grand
25978 though the lastnamed locality was not easily getatable so that the
25979 influx of visitors was not as yet all that it might be considering the
25980 signal benefits to be derived from it while Howth with its historic
25981 associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV,
25982 rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a favourite haunt
25983 with all sorts and conditions of men especially in the spring when young
25984 men's fancy, though it had its own toll of deaths by falling off the
25985 cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the way, on their left
25986 leg, it being only about three quarters of an hour's run from the
25987 pillar. Because of course uptodate tourist travelling was as yet merely
25988 in its infancy, so to speak, and the accommodation left much to be
25989 desired. Interesting to fathom it seemed to him from a motive of
25990 curiosity, pure and simple, was whether it was the traffic that created
25991 the route or viceversa or the two sides in fact. He turned back the
25992 other side of the card, picture, and passed it along to Stephen.
25993
25994 --I seen a Chinese one time, related the doughty narrator, that had
25995 little pills like putty and he put them in the water and they opened and
25996 every pill was something different. One was a ship, another was a house,
25997 another was a flower. Cooks rats in your soup, he appetisingly added,
25998 the chinks does.
25999
26000 Possibly perceiving an expression of dubiosity on their faces the
26001 globetrotter went on, adhering to his adventures.
26002
26003 --And I seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Knife in his
26004 back. Knife like that.
26005
26006 Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in
26007 keeping with his character and held it in the striking position.
26008
26009 --In a knockingshop it was count of a tryon between two smugglers.
26010 Fellow hid behind a door, come up behind him. Like that. _Prepare to
26011 meet your God_, says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.
26012
26013 His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of defied their further
26014 questions even should they by any chance want to.
26015
26016 --That's a good bit of steel, repeated he, examining his formidable
26017 _stiletto_.
26018
26019 After which harrowing _denouement_ sufficient to appal the stoutest he
26020 snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question away as before in
26021 his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.
26022
26023 --They're great for the cold steel, somebody who was evidently quite in
26024 the dark said for the benefit of them all. That was why they thought
26025 the park murders of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of
26026 them using knives.
26027
26028 At this remark passed obviously in the spirit of _where ignorance
26029 is bliss_ Mr B. and Stephen, each in his own particular way, both
26030 instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in a religious silence of the
26031 strictly _entre nous_ variety however, towards where Skin-the-Goat,
26032 _alias_ the keeper, not turning a hair, was drawing spurts of liquid
26033 from his boiler affair. His inscrutable face which was really a work
26034 of art, a perfect study in itself, beggaring description, conveyed
26035 the impression that he didn't understand one jot of what was going on.
26036 Funny, very!
26037
26038 There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. One man was reading in fits and
26039 starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the card with the
26040 natives _choza de_, another the seaman's discharge. Mr Bloom, so far
26041 as he was personally concerned, was just pondering in pensive mood. He
26042 vividly recollected when the occurrence alluded to took place as well
26043 as yesterday, roughly some score of years previously in the days of the
26044 land troubles, when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively
26045 speaking, early in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when he was
26046 just turned fifteen.
26047
26048 --Ay, boss, the sailor broke in. Give us back them papers.
26049
26050 The request being complied with he clawed them up with a scrape.
26051
26052 --Have you seen the rock of Gibraltar? Mr Bloom inquired.
26053
26054 The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a way that might be read as yes, ay or
26055 no.
26056
26057 --Ah, you've touched there too, Mr Bloom said, Europa point, thinking he
26058 had, in the hope that the rover might possibly by some reminiscences but
26059 he failed to do so, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the sawdust,
26060 and shook his head with a sort of lazy scorn.
26061
26062 --What year would that be about? Mr B interrogated. Can you recall the
26063 boats?
26064
26065 Our _soi-disant_ sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before
26066 answering:
26067
26068 --I'm tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and ships.
26069 Salt junk all the time.
26070
26071 Tired seemingly, he ceased. His questioner perceiving that he was not
26072 likely to get a great deal of change out of such a wily old customer,
26073 fell to woolgathering on the enormous dimensions of the water about the
26074 globe, suffice it to say that, as a casual glance at the map revealed,
26075 it covered fully three fourths of it and he fully realised accordingly
26076 what it meant to rule the waves. On more than one occasion, a dozen
26077 at the lowest, near the North Bull at Dollymount he had remarked a
26078 superannuated old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the
26079 not particularly redolent sea on the wall, staring quite obliviously at
26080 it and it at him, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new as someone
26081 somewhere sings. And it left him wondering why. Possibly he had tried to
26082 find out the secret for himself, floundering up and down the antipodes
26083 and all that sort of thing and over and under, well, not exactly under,
26084 tempting the fates. And the odds were twenty to nil there was really no
26085 secret about it at all. Nevertheless, without going into the _minutiae_
26086 of the business, the eloquent fact remained that the sea was there in
26087 all its glory and in the natural course of things somebody or other had
26088 to sail on it and fly in the face of providence though it merely went
26089 to show how people usually contrived to load that sort of onus on to the
26090 other fellow like the hell idea and the lottery and insurance which were
26091 run on identically the same lines so that for that very reason if no
26092 other lifeboat Sunday was a highly laudable institution to which the
26093 public at large, no matter where living inland or seaside, as the case
26094 might be, having it brought home to them like that should extend its
26095 gratitude also to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had
26096 to man the rigging and push off and out amid the elements whatever the
26097 season when duty called _Ireland expects that every man_ and so on and
26098 sometimes had a terrible time of it in the wintertime not forgetting the
26099 Irish lights, Kish and others, liable to capsize at any moment, rounding
26100 which he once with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy,
26101 not to say stormy, weather.
26102
26103 --There was a fellow sailed with me in the Rover, the old seadog,
26104 himself a rover, proceeded, went ashore and took up a soft job as
26105 gentleman's valet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I've on
26106 me and he gave me an oilskin and that jackknife. I'm game for that job,
26107 shaving and brushup. I hate roaming about. There's my son now, Danny,
26108 run off to sea and his mother got him took in a draper's in Cork where
26109 he could be drawing easy money.
26110
26111 --What age is he? queried one hearer who, by the way, seen from the
26112 side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the townclerk, away
26113 from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course and in a seedy
26114 getup and a strong suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage.
26115
26116 --Why, the sailor answered with a slow puzzled utterance, my son, Danny?
26117 He'd be about eighteen now, way I figure it.
26118
26119 The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow
26120 shirt with his two hands and scratched away at his chest on which was to
26121 be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an
26122 anchor.
26123
26124 --There was lice in that bunk in Bridgwater, he remarked, sure as nuts.
26125 I must get a wash tomorrow or next day. It's them black lads I objects
26126 to. I hate those buggers. Suck your blood dry, they does.
26127
26128 Seeing they were all looking at his chest he accommodatingly dragged
26129 his shirt more open so that on top of the timehonoured symbol of the
26130 mariner's hope and rest they had a full view of the figure 16 and a
26131 young man's sideface looking frowningly rather.
26132
26133 --Tattoo, the exhibitor explained. That was done when we were Iying
26134 becalmed off Odessa in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton. Fellow, the
26135 name of Antonio, done that. There he is himself, a Greek.
26136
26137 --Did it hurt much doing it? one asked the sailor.
26138
26139 That worthy, however, was busily engaged in collecting round the.
26140 Someway in his. Squeezing or.
26141
26142 --See here, he said, showing Antonio. There he is cursing the mate. And
26143 there he is now, he added, the same fellow, pulling the skin with his
26144 fingers, some special knack evidently, and he laughing at a yarn.
26145
26146 And in point of fact the young man named Antonio's livid face did
26147 actually look like forced smiling and the curious effect excited the
26148 unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who this
26149 time stretched over.
26150
26151 --Ay, ay, sighed the sailor, looking down on his manly chest. He's gone
26152 too. Ate by sharks after. Ay, ay.
26153
26154 He let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression
26155 of before.
26156
26157 --Neat bit of work, one longshoreman said.
26158
26159 --And what's the number for? loafer number two queried.
26160
26161 --Eaten alive? a third asked the sailor.
26162
26163 --Ay, ay, sighed again the latter personage, more cheerily this
26164 time with some sort of a half smile for a brief duration only in the
26165 direction of the questioner about the number. Ate. A Greek he was.
26166
26167 And then he added with rather gallowsbird humour considering his alleged
26168 end:
26169
26170 _--As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on my ownio._
26171
26172 The face of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a black straw hat
26173 peered askew round the door of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on
26174 her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill. Mr
26175 Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to look, turned away on the moment
26176 flusterfied but outwardly calm, and, picking up from the table the pink
26177 sheet of the Abbey street organ which the jarvey, if such he was, had
26178 laid aside, he picked it up and looked at the pink of the paper though
26179 why pink. His reason for so doing was he recognised on the moment
26180 round the door the same face he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that
26181 afternoon on Ormond quay, the partially idiotic female, namely, of the
26182 lane who knew the lady in the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.)
26183 and begged the chance of his washing. Also why washing which seemed
26184 rather vague than not, your washing. Still candour compelled him to
26185 admit he had washed his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles
26186 street and women would and did too a man's similar garments initialled
26187 with Bewley and Draper's marking ink (hers were, that is) if they really
26188 loved him, that is to say, love me, love my dirty shirt. Still just
26189 then, being on tenterhooks, he desired the female's room more than her
26190 company so it came as a genuine relief when the keeper made her a rude
26191 sign to take herself off. Round the side of the Evening Telegraph he
26192 just caught a fleeting glimpse of her face round the side of the door
26193 with a kind of demented glassy grin showing that she was not exactly all
26194 there, viewing with evident amusement the group of gazers round skipper
26195 Murphy's nautical chest and then there was no more of her.
26196
26197 --The gunboat, the keeper said.
26198
26199 --It beats me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, medically I am speaking,
26200 how a wretched creature like that from the Lock hospital reeking with
26201 disease can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in his sober
26202 senses, if he values his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of
26203 course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition.
26204 Still no matter what the cause is from...
26205
26206 Stephen had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, merely
26207 remarking:
26208
26209 --In this country people sell much more than she ever had and do a
26210 roaring trade. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to
26211 buy the soul. She is a bad merchant. She buys dear and sells cheap.
26212
26213 The elder man, though not by any manner of means an old maid or a prude,
26214 said it was nothing short of a crying scandal that ought to be put a
26215 stop to _instanter_ to say that women of that stamp (quite apart from
26216 any oldmaidish squeamishness on the subject), a necessary evil, w ere
26217 not licensed and medically inspected by the proper authorities, a thing,
26218 he could truthfully state, he, as a _paterfamilias_, was a stalwart
26219 advocate of from the very first start. Whoever embarked on a policy of
26220 the sort, he said, and ventilated the matter thoroughly would confer a
26221 lasting boon on everybody concerned.
26222
26223 --You as a good catholic, he observed, talking of body and soul, believe
26224 in the soul. Or do you mean the intelligence, the brainpower as such,
26225 as distinct from any outside object, the table, let us say, that cup. I
26226 believe in that myself because it has been explained by competent men as
26227 the convolutions of the grey matter. Otherwise we would never have such
26228 inventions as X rays, for instance. Do you?
26229
26230 Thus cornered, Stephen had to make a superhuman effort of memory to try
26231 and concentrate and remember before he could say:
26232
26233 --They tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and
26234 therefore incorruptible. It would be immortal, I understand, but for the
26235 possibility of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from all I
26236 can hear, is quite capable of adding that to the number of His other
26237 practical jokes, _corruptio per se_ and _corruptio per accidens_ both
26238 being excluded by court etiquette.
26239
26240 Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the
26241 mystical finesse involved was a bit out of his sublunary depth still
26242 he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, promptly
26243 rejoining:
26244
26245 --Simple? I shouldn't think that is the proper word. Of course, I grant
26246 you, to concede a point, you do knock across a simple soul once in a
26247 blue moon. But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for
26248 instance to invent those rays Rontgen did or the telescope like Edison,
26249 though I believe it was before his time Galileo was the man, I mean,
26250 and the same applies to the laws, for example, of a farreaching natural
26251 phenomenon such as electricity but it's a horse of quite another colour
26252 to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God.
26253
26254 --O that, Stephen expostulated, has been proved conclusively by several
26255 of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial
26256 evidence.
26257
26258 On this knotty point however the views of the pair, poles apart as they
26259 were both in schooling and everything else with the marked difference in
26260 their respective ages, clashed.
26261
26262 --Has been? the more experienced of the two objected, sticking to his
26263 original point with a smile of unbelief. I'm not so sure about that.
26264 That's a matter for everyman's opinion and, without dragging in the
26265 sectarian side of the business, I beg to differ with you _in toto_
26266 there. My belief is, to tell you the candid truth, that those bits were
26267 genuine forgeries all of them put in by monks most probably or it's the
26268 big question of our national poet over again, who precisely wrote them
26269 like _Hamlet_ and Bacon, as, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely
26270 better than I, of course I needn't tell you. Can't you drink that
26271 coffee, by the way? Let me stir it. And take a piece of that bun. It's
26272 like one of our skipper's bricks disguised. Still no-one can give what
26273 he hasn't got. Try a bit.
26274
26275 --Couldn't, Stephen contrived to get out, his mental organs for the
26276 moment refusing to dictate further.
26277
26278 Faultfinding being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom thought well to stir
26279 or try to the clotted sugar from the bottom and reflected with something
26280 approaching acrimony on the Coffee Palace and its temperance (and
26281 lucrative) work. To be sure it was a legitimate object and beyond yea or
26282 nay did a world of good, shelters such as the present one they were in
26283 run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night, concerts, dramatic evenings
26284 and useful lectures (admittance free) by qualified men for the lower
26285 orders. On the other hand he had a distinct and painful recollection
26286 they paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy who had been prominently
26287 associated with it at one time, a very modest remuneration indeed for
26288 her pianoplaying. The idea, he was strongly inclined to believe, was
26289 to do good and net a profit, there being no competition to speak
26290 of. Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something in some dried peas he
26291 remembered reading of in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn't
26292 remember when it was or where. Anyhow inspection, medical inspection,
26293 of all eatables seemed to him more than ever necessary which possibly
26294 accounted for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of the
26295 medical analysis involved.
26296
26297 --Have a shot at it now, he ventured to say of the coffee after being
26298 stirred.
26299
26300 Thus prevailed on to at any rate taste it Stephen lifted the heavy mug
26301 from the brown puddle it clopped out of when taken up by the handle and
26302 took a sip of the offending beverage.
26303
26304 --Still it's solid food, his good genius urged, I'm a stickler for solid
26305 food, his one and only reason being not gormandising in the least but
26306 regular meals as the _sine qua non_ for any kind of proper work, mental
26307 or manual. You ought to eat more solid food. You would feel a different
26308 man.
26309
26310 --Liquids I can eat, Stephen said. But O, oblige me by taking away that
26311 knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.
26312
26313 Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article,
26314 a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Roman or
26315 antique about it to the lay eye, observing that the point was the least
26316 conspicuous point about it.
26317
26318 --Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr Bloom _apropos_ of
26319 knives remarked to his _confidante sotto voce_. Do you think they are
26320 genuine? He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and
26321 lie like old boots. Look at him.
26322
26323 Yet still though his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was
26324 full of a host of things and coincidences of a terrible nature and it
26325 was quite within the bounds of possibility that it was not an
26326 entire fabrication though at first blush there was not much inherent
26327 probability in all the spoof he got off his chest being strictly
26328 accurate gospel.
26329
26330 He had been meantime taking stock of the individual in front of him and
26331 Sherlockholmesing him up ever since he clapped eyes on him. Though a
26332 wellpreserved man of no little stamina, if a trifle prone to baldness,
26333 there was something spurious in the cut of his jib that suggested a jail
26334 delivery and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate
26335 such a weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. He
26336 might even have done for his man supposing it was his own case he told,
26337 as people often did about others, namely, that he killed him himself
26338 and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say
26339 nothing of the Antonio personage (no relation to the dramatic personage
26340 of identical name who sprang from the pen of our national poet) who
26341 expiated his crimes in the melodramatic manner above described. On the
26342 other hand he might be only bluffing, a pardonable weakness because
26343 meeting unmistakable mugs, Dublin residents, like those jarvies waiting
26344 news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean
26345 seas to draw the long bow about the schooner _Hesperus_ and etcetera.
26346 And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself
26347 couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers
26348 other fellows coined about him.
26349
26350 --Mind you, I'm not saying that it's all a pure invention, he resumed.
26351 Analogous scenes are occasionally, if not often, met with. Giants,
26352 though that is rather a far cry, you see once in a way, Marcella the
26353 midget queen. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some
26354 Aztecs, as they are called, sitting bowlegged, they couldn't straighten
26355 their legs if you paid them because the muscles here, you see, he
26356 proceeded, indicating on his companion the brief outline of the sinews
26357 or whatever you like to call them behind the right knee, were utterly
26358 powerless from sitting that way so long cramped up, being adored as
26359 gods. There's an example again of simple souls.
26360
26361 However reverting to friend Sinbad and his horrifying adventures (who
26362 reminded him a bit of Ludwig, _alias_ Ledwidge, when he occupied
26363 the boards of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the
26364 management in the _Flying Dutchman_, a stupendous success, and his host
26365 of admirers came in large numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear him
26366 though ships of any sort, phantom or the reverse, on the stage usually
26367 fell a bit flat as also did trains) there was nothing intrinsically
26368 incompatible about it, he conceded. On the contrary that stab in the
26369 back touch was quite in keeping with those italianos though candidly he
26370 was none the less free to admit those icecreamers and friers in the fish
26371 way not to mention the chip potato variety and so forth over in little
26372 Italy there near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows
26373 except perhaps a bit too given to pothunting the harmless necessary
26374 animal of the feline persuasion of others at night so as to have a good
26375 old succulent tuckin with garlic _de rigueur_ off him or her next day on
26376 the quiet and, he added, on the cheap.
26377
26378 --Spaniards, for instance, he continued, passionate temperaments like
26379 that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law into their own
26380 hands and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they
26381 carry in the abdomen. It comes from the great heat, climate generally.
26382 My wife is, so to speak, Spanish, half that is. Point of fact she could
26383 actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having been born in
26384 (technically) Spain, i.e. Gibraltar. She has the Spanish type. Quite
26385 dark, regular brunette, black. I for one certainly believe climate
26386 accounts for character. That's why I asked you if you wrote your poetry
26387 in Italian.
26388
26389 --The temperaments at the door, Stephen interposed with, were very
26390 passionate about ten shillings. _Roberto ruba roba sua_.
26391
26392 --Quite so, Mr Bloom dittoed.
26393
26394 --Then, Stephen said staring and rambling on to himself or some unknown
26395 listener somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the isosceles
26396 triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san
26397 Tommaso Mastino.
26398
26399 --It's in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded at once. All are washed in the
26400 blood of the sun. Coincidence I just happened to be in the Kildare
26401 street museum 890 today, shortly prior to our meeting if I can so call
26402 it, and I was just looking at those antique statues there. The splendid
26403 proportions of hips, bosom. You simply don't knock against those kind of
26404 women here. An exception here and there. Handsome yes, pretty in a way
26405 you find but what I'm talking about is the female form. Besides they
26406 have so little taste in dress, most of them, which greatly enhances a
26407 woman's natural beauty, no matter what you say. Rumpled stockings, it
26408 may be, possibly is, a foible of mine but still it's a thing I simply
26409 hate to see.
26410
26411 Interest, however, was starting to flag somewhat all round and then the
26412 others got on to talking about accidents at sea, ships lost in a fog,
26413 goo collisions with icebergs, all that sort of thing. Shipahoy of course
26414 had his own say to say. He had doubled the cape a few odd times and
26415 weathered a monsoon, a kind of wind, in the China seas and through all
26416 those perils of the deep there was one thing, he declared, stood to him
26417 or words to that effect, a pious medal he had that saved him.
26418
26419 So then after that they drifted on to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck
26420 of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of her name for
26421 the moment till the jarvey who had really quite a look of Henry Campbell
26422 remembered it _Palme_ on Booterstown strand. That was the talk of the
26423 town that year (Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of original
26424 verse of 910 distinctive merit on the topic for the Irish _Times_),
26425 breakers running over her and crowds and crowds on the shore in
26426 commotion petrified with horror. Then someone said something about the
26427 case of the s. s. _Lady Cairns_ of Swansea run into by the _Mona_ which
26428 was on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all
26429 hands on deck. No aid was given. Her master, the _Mona's_, said he
26430 was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way. She had no water, it
26431 appears, in her hold.
26432
26433 At this stage an incident happened. It having become necessary for him
26434 to unfurl a reef the sailor vacated his seat.
26435
26436 --Let me cross your bows mate, he said to his neighbour who was just
26437 gently dropping off into a peaceful doze.
26438
26439 He made tracks heavily, slowly with a dumpy sort of a gait to the door,
26440 stepped heavily down the one step there was out of the shelter and bore
26441 due left. While he was in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom who
26442 noticed when he stood up that he had two flasks of presumably ship's
26443 rum sticking one out of each pocket for the private consumption of his
26444 burning interior, saw him produce a bottle and uncork it or unscrew and,
26445 applying its nozz1e to his lips, take a good old delectable swig out of
26446 it with a gurgling noise. The irrepressible Bloom, who also had a
26447 shrewd suspicion that the old stager went out on a manoeuvre after the
26448 counterattraction in the shape of a female who however had disappeared
26449 to all intents and purposes, could by straining just perceive him, when
26450 duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the piers and
26451 girders of the Loop line rather out of his depth as of course it was all
26452 radically altered since his last visit and greatly improved. Some person
26453 or persons invisible directed him to the male urinal erected by the
26454 cleansing committee all over the place for the purpose but after a brief
26455 space of time during which silence reigned supreme the sailor, evidently
26456 giving it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the noise of his
26457 bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the ground where
26458 it apparently awoke a horse of the cabrank. A hoof scooped anyway for
26459 new foothold after sleep and harness jingled. Slightly disturbed in his
26460 sentrybox by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the corporation
26461 stones who, though now broken down and fast breaking up, was none other
26462 in stern reality than the Gumley aforesaid, now practically on the
26463 parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all human
26464 probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about
26465 and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in to the arms
26466 of Morpheus, a truly amazing piece of hard lines in its most virulent
26467 form on a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with decent
26468 home comforts all his life who came in for a cool 100 pounds a year
26469 at one time which of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make
26470 general ducks and drakes of. And there he was at the end of his tether
26471 after having often painted the town tolerably pink without a beggarly
26472 stiver. He drank needless to be told and it pointed only once more a
26473 moral when he might quite easily be in a large way of business if--a
26474 big if, however--he had contrived to cure himself of his particular
26475 partiality.
26476
26477 All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping,
26478 coastwise and foreign as well, which was all part and parcel of the same
26479 thing. A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the ways at Alexandra basin,
26480 the only launch that year. Right enough the harbours were there only no
26481 ships ever called.
26482
26483 There were wrecks and wreckers, the keeper said, who was evidently _au
26484 fait_.
26485
26486 What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the only
26487 rock in Galway bay when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a Mr
26488 Worthington or some name like that, eh? Ask the then captain, he advised
26489 them, how much palmoil the British government gave him for that day's
26490 work, Captain John Lever of the Lever Line.
26491
26492 --Am I right, skipper? he queried of the sailor, now returning after his
26493 private potation and the rest of his exertions.
26494
26495 That worthy picking up the scent of the fagend of the song or words
26496 growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of chanty or other
26497 in seconds or thirds. Mr Bloom's sharp ears heard him then expectorate
26498 the plug probably (which it was), so that he must have lodged it for the
26499 time being in his fist while he did the drinking and making water jobs
26500 and found it a bit sour after the liquid fire in question. Anyhow in
26501 he rolled after his successful libation-_cum_-potation, introducing an
26502 atmosphere of drink into the _soirée_, boisterously trolling, like a
26503 veritable son of a seacook:
26504
26505 _--The biscuits was as hard as brass
26506 And the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse.
26507 O, Johnny Lever!
26508 Johnny Lever, O!_
26509
26510 After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the scene
26511 and regaining his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the form
26512 provided. Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was he, evidently with an axe to
26513 grind, was airing his grievances in a forcible-feeble philippic anent
26514 the natural resources of Ireland or something of that sort which he
26515 described in his lengthy dissertation as the richest country bar none on
26516 the face of God's earth, far and away superior to England, with coal in
26517 large quantities, six million pounds worth of pork exported every year,
26518 ten millions between butter and eggs and all the riches drained out of
26519 it by England levying taxes on the poor people that paid through the
26520 nose always and gobbling up the best meat in the market and a lot more
26521 surplus steam in the same vein. Their conversation accordingly became
26522 general and all agreed that that was a fact. You could grow any mortal
26523 thing in Irish soil, he stated, and there was that colonel Everard down
26524 there in Navan growing tobacco. Where would you find anywhere the like
26525 of Irish bacon? But a day of reckoning, he stated _crescendo_ with no
26526 uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the conversation, was in
26527 store for mighty England, despite her power of pelf on account of her
26528 crimes. There would be a fall and the greatest fall in history.
26529 The Germans and the Japs were going to have their little lookin, he
26530 affirmed. The Boers were the beginning of the end. Brummagem England was
26531 toppling already and her downfall would be Ireland, her Achilles heel,
26532 which he explained to them about the vulnerable point of Achilles, the
26533 Greek hero, a point his auditors at once seized as he completely gripped
26534 their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his boot. His
26535 advice to every Irishman was: stay in the land of your birth and work
26536 for Ireland and live for Ireland. Ireland, Parnell said, could not spare
26537 a single one of her sons.
26538
26539 Silence all round marked the termination of his _finale_. The impervious
26540 navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed.
26541
26542 --Take a bit of doing, boss, retaliated that rough diamond palpably a
26543 bit peeved in response to the foregoing truism.
26544
26545 To which cold douche referring to downfall and so on the keeper
26546 concurred but nevertheless held to his main view.
26547
26548 --Who's the best troops in the army? the grizzled old veteran irately
26549 interrogated. And the best jumpers and racers? And the best admirals and
26550 generals we've got? Tell me that.
26551
26552 --The Irish, for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, facial
26553 blemishes apart.
26554
26555 --That's right, the old tarpaulin corroborated. The Irish catholic
26556 peasant. He's the backbone of our empire. You know Jem Mullins?
26557
26558 While allowing him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper added
26559 he cared nothing for any empire, ours or his, and considered no Irishman
26560 worthy of his salt that served it. Then they began to have a few
26561 irascible words when it waxed hotter, both, needless to say, appealing
26562 to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long
26563 as they didn't indulge in recriminations and come to blows.
26564
26565 From inside information extending over a series of years Mr Bloom was
26566 rather inclined to poohpooh the suggestion as egregious balderdash for,
26567 pending that consummation devoutly to be or not to be wished for, he was
26568 fully cognisant of the fact that their neighbours across the channel,
26569 unless they were much bigger fools than he took them for, rather
26570 concealed their strength than the opposite. It was quite on a par with
26571 the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in a hundred million years
26572 the coal seam of the sister island would be played out and if, as
26573 time went on, that turned out to be how the cat jumped all he could
26574 personally say on the matter was that as a host of contingencies,
26575 equally relevant to the issue, might occur ere then it was highly
26576 advisable in the interim to try to make the most of both countries even
26577 though poles apart. Another little interesting point, the amours of
26578 whores and chummies, to put it in common parlance, reminded him Irish
26579 soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, more so, in
26580 fact. And now, why? So the scene between the pair of them, the licensee
26581 of the place rumoured to be or have been Fitzharris, the famous
26582 invincible, and the other, obviously bogus, reminded him forcibly as
26583 being on all fours with the confidence trick, supposing, that is, it was
26584 prearranged as the lookeron, a student of the human soul if anything,
26585 the others seeing least of the game. And as for the lessee or keeper,
26586 who probably wasn't the other person at all, he (B.) couldn't help
26587 feeling and most properly it was better to give people like that the
26588 goby unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have
26589 anything to do with them as a golden rule in private life and their
26590 felonsetting, there always being the offchance of a Dannyman coming
26591 forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter
26592 Carey, an idea he utterly repudiated. Quite apart from that he disliked
26593 those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle. Yet, though such
26594 criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his bosom in any
26595 shape or form, he certainly did feel and no denying it (while inwardly
26596 remaining what he was) a certain kind of admiration for a man who
26597 had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, with the courage of his
26598 political convictions (though, personally, he would never be a party to
26599 any such thing), off the same bat as those love vendettas of the south,
26600 have her or swing for her, when the husband frequently, after some words
26601 passed between the two concerning her relations with the other lucky
26602 mortal (he having had the pair watched), inflicted fatal injuries on
26603 his adored one as a result of an alternative postnuptial _liaison_
26604 by plunging his knife into her, until it just struck him that
26605 Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-Goat, merely drove the car for the actual
26606 perpetrators of the outrage and so was not, if he was reliably informed,
26607 actually party to the ambush which, in point of fact, was the plea some
26608 legal luminary saved his skin on. In any case that was very ancient
26609 history by now and as for our friend, the pseudo Skin-the-etcetera, he
26610 had transparently outlived his welcome. He ought to have either died
26611 naturally or on the scaffold high. Like actresses, always farewell
26612 positively last performance then come up smiling again. Generous to a
26613 fault of course, temperamental, no economising or any idea of the sort,
26614 always snapping at the bone for the shadow. So similarly he had a very
26615 shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some l s d. in the
26616 course of his perambulations round the docks in the congenial atmosphere
26617 of the _Old Ireland_ tavern, come back to Erin and so on. Then as for
26618 the other he had heard not so long before the same identical lingo as he
26619 told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender.
26620
26621 --He took umbrage at something or other, that muchinjured but on the
26622 whole eventempered person declared, I let slip. He called me a jew and
26623 in a heated fashion offensively. So I without deviating from plain facts
26624 in the least told him his God, I mean Christ, was a jew too and all his
26625 family like me though in reality I'm not. That was one for him. A soft
26626 answer turns away wrath. He hadn't a word to say for himself as everyone
26627 saw. Am I not right?
26628
26629 He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark pride
26630 at the soft impeachment with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to
26631 glean in a kind of a way that it wasn't all exactly.
26632
26633 --_Ex quibus_, Stephen mumbled in a noncommittal accent, their two or
26634 four eyes conversing, _Christus_ or Bloom his name is or after all any
26635 other, _secundum carnem_.
26636
26637 --Of course, Mr B. proceeded to stipulate, you must look at both sides
26638 of the question. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to
26639 right and wrong but room for improvement all round there certainly is
26640 though every country, they say, our own distressful included, has the
26641 government it deserves. But with a little goodwill all round. It's all
26642 very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what about mutual equality.
26643 I resent violence and intolerance in any shape or form. It never
26644 reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due
26645 instalments plan. It's a patent absurdity on the face of it to hate
26646 people because they live round the corner and speak another vernacular,
26647 in the next house so to speak.
26648
26649 --Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, Stephen
26650 assented, between Skinner's alley and Ormond market.
26651
26652 Yes, Mr Bloom thoroughly agreed, entirely endorsing the remark, that
26653 was overwhelmingly right. And the whole world was full of that sort of
26654 thing.
26655
26656 --You just took the words out of my mouth, he said. A hocuspocus of
26657 conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely...
26658
26659 All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up
26660 bad blood, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some kind,
26661 erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag, were
26662 very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of
26663 everything greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.
26664
26665 --They accuse, remarked he audibly.
26666
26667 He turned away from the others who probably and spoke nearer to, so as
26668 the others in case they.
26669
26670 --Jews, he softly imparted in an aside in Stephen's ear, are accused of
26671 ruining. Not a vestige of truth in it, I can safely say. History, would
26672 you be surprised to learn, proves up to the hilt Spain decayed when the
26673 inquisition hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell,
26674 an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to answer for,
26675 imported them. Why? Because they are imbued with the proper spirit. They
26676 are practical and are proved to be so. I don't want to indulge in any
26677 because you know the standard works on the subject and then orthodox as
26678 you are. But in the economic, not touching religion, domain the priest
26679 spells poverty. Spain again, you saw in the war, compared with goahead
26680 America. Turks. It's in the dogma. Because if they didn't believe they'd
26681 go straight to heaven when they die they'd try to live better, at least
26682 so I think. That's the juggle on which the p.p's raise the wind on false
26683 pretences. I'm, he resumed with dramatic force, as good an Irishman
26684 as that rude person I told you about at the outset and I want to see
26685 everyone, concluded he, all creeds and classes _pro rata_ having a
26686 comfortable tidysized income, in no niggard fashion either, something
26687 in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum. That's the vital issue
26688 at stake and it's feasible and would be provocative of friendlier
26689 intercourse between man and man. At least that's my idea for what it's
26690 worth. I call that patriotism. _Ubi patria_, as we learned a smattering
26691 of in our classical days in _Alma Mater, vita bene_. Where you can live
26692 well, the sense is, if you work.
26693
26694 Over his untastable apology for a cup of coffee, listening to this
26695 synopsis of things in general, Stephen stared at nothing in particular.
26696 He could hear, of course, all kinds of words changing colour like those
26697 crabs about Ringsend in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours
26698 of different sorts of the same sand where they had a home somewhere
26699 beneath or seemed to. Then he looked up and saw the eyes that said or
26700 didn't say the words the voice he heard said, if you work.
26701
26702 --Count me out, he managed to remark, meaning work.
26703
26704 The eyes were surprised at this observation because as he, the person
26705 who owned them pro tem. observed or rather his voice speaking did, all
26706 must work, have to, together.
26707
26708 --I mean, of course, the other hastened to affirm, work in the widest
26709 possible sense. Also literary labour not merely for the kudos of
26710 the thing. Writing for the newspapers which is the readiest channel
26711 nowadays. That's work too. Important work. After all, from the little
26712 I know of you, after all the money expended on your education you are
26713 entitled to recoup yourself and command your price. You have every bit
26714 as much right to live by your pen in pursuit of your philosophy as the
26715 peasant has. What? You both belong to Ireland, the brain and the brawn.
26716 Each is equally important.
26717
26718 --You suspect, Stephen retorted with a sort of a half laugh, that I may
26719 be important because I belong to the _faubourg Saint Patrice_ called
26720 Ireland for short.
26721
26722 --I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom insinuated.
26723
26724 --But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that Ireland must be important
26725 because it belongs to me.
26726
26727 --What belongs, queried Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was perhaps under
26728 some misapprehension. Excuse me. Unfortunately, I didn't catch the
26729 latter portion. What was it you...?
26730
26731 Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated and shoved aside his mug of
26732 coffee or whatever you like to call it none too politely, adding: 1170
26733
26734 --We can't change the country. Let us change the subject.
26735
26736 At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom, to change the subject, looked
26737 down but in a quandary, as he couldn't tell exactly what construction
26738 to put on belongs to which sounded rather a far cry. The rebuke of some
26739 kind was clearer than the other part. Needless to say the fumes of
26740 his recent orgy spoke then with some asperity in a curious bitter way
26741 foreign to his sober state. Probably the homelife to which Mr B attached
26742 the utmost importance had not been all that was needful or he hadn't
26743 been familiarised with the right sort of people. With a touch of fear
26744 for the young man beside him whom he furtively scrutinised with an air
26745 of some consternation remembering he had just come back from Paris,
26746 the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister,
26747 failing to throw much light on the subject, however, he brought to mind
26748 instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the
26749 bud of premature decay and nobody to blame but themselves. For instance
26750 there was the case of O'Callaghan, for one, the halfcrazy faddist,
26751 respectably connected though of inadequate means, with his mad vagaries
26752 among whose other gay doings when rotto and making himself a nuisance
26753 to everybody all round he was in the habit of ostentatiously sporting in
26754 public a suit of brown paper (a fact). And then the usual _denouement_
26755 after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got 1190 landed into hot
26756 water and had to be spirited away by a few friends, after a strong hint
26757 to a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so as not to
26758 be made amenable under section two of the criminal law amendment act,
26759 certain names of those subpoenaed being handed in but not divulged
26760 for reasons which will occur to anyone with a pick of brains. Briefly,
26761 putting two and two together, six sixteen which he pointedly turned a
26762 deaf ear to, Antonio and so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the tattoo
26763 which was all the go in the seventies or thereabouts even in the house
26764 of lords because early in life the occupant of the throne, then heir
26765 apparent, the other members of the upper ten and other high personages
26766 simply following in the footsteps of the head of the state, he reflected
26767 about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to
26768 morality such as the Cornwall case a number of years before under their
26769 veneer in a way scarcely intended by nature, a thing good Mrs Grundy,
26770 as the law stands, was terribly down on though not for the reason they
26771 thought they were probably whatever it was except women chiefly who were
26772 always fiddling more or less at one another it being largely a matter of
26773 dress and all the rest of it. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing
26774 should, and every welltailored man must, trying to make the gap wider
26775 between them by innuendo and give more of a genuine filip to acts of
26776 impropriety between the two, she unbuttoned his and then he untied her,
26777 mind the pin, whereas savages in the cannibal islands, say, at ninety
26778 degrees in the shade not caring a continental. However, reverting to the
26779 original, there were on the other hand others who had forced their way
26780 to the top from the lowest rung by the aid of their bootstraps. Sheer
26781 force of natural genius, that. With brains, sir.
26782
26783 For which and further reasons he felt it was his interest and duty even
26784 to wait on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion though why he could
26785 not exactly tell being as it was already several shillings to the
26786 bad having in fact let himself in for it. Still to cultivate the
26787 acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could provide food
26788 for reflection would amply repay any small. Intellectual stimulation,
26789 as such, was, he felt, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the mind.
26790 Added to which was the coincidence of meeting, discussion, dance, row,
26791 old salt of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the
26792 whole galaxy of events, all went to make up a miniature cameo of the
26793 world we live in especially as the lives of the submerged tenth, viz.
26794 coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very much under the microscope
26795 lately. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he might meet
26796 with anything approaching the same luck as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken
26797 down in writing suppose he were to pen something out of the common
26798 groove (as he fully intended doing) at the rate of one guinea per
26799 column. _My Experiences_, let us say, _in a Cabman's Shelter_.
26800
26801 The pink edition extra sporting of the _Telegraph_ tell a graphic lie
26802 lay, as luck would have it, beside his elbow and as he was just puzzling
26803 again, far from satisfied, over a country belonging to him and the
26804 preceding rebus the vessel came from Bridgwater and the postcard was
26805 addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his eyes went aimlessly
26806 over the respective captions which came under his special province the
26807 allembracing give us this day our daily press. First he got a bit of a
26808 start but it turned out to be only something about somebody named H.
26809 du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like that. Great battle,
26810 Tokio. Lovemaking in Irish, 200 pounds damages. Gordon Bennett.
26811 Emigration Swindle. Letter from His Grace. William. Ascot meeting,
26812 the Gold Cup. Victory of outsider _Throwaway_ recalls Derby of '92 when
26813 Capt. Marshall's dark horse _Sir Hugo_ captured the blue ribband at long
26814 odds. New York disaster. Thousand lives lost. Foot and Mouth. Funeral of
26815 the late Mr Patrick Dignam.
26816
26817 So to change the subject he read about Dignam R. I. P. which, he
26818 reflected, was anything but a gay sendoff. Or a change of address
26819 anyway.
26820
26821 --_This morning_ (Hynes put it in of course) _the remains of the late Mr
26822 Patrick Dignam were removed from his residence, no 9 Newbridge Avenue,
26823 Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. The deceased gentleman was a
26824 most popular and genial personality in city life and his demise after a
26825 brief illness came as a great shock to citizens of all classes by whom
26826 he is deeply regretted. The obsequies, at which many friends of the
26827 deceased were present, were carried out_ (certainly Hynes wrote it with
26828 a nudge from Corny) _by Messrs H. J. O'Neill and Son, 164 North Strand
26829 Road. The mourners included: Patk. Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan
26830 (brother-in-law), Jno. Henry Menton, solr, Martin Cunningham, John
26831 Power, eatondph 1/8 ador dorador douradora_ (must be where he called
26832 Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad) _Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus,
26833 Stephen Dedalus B.,4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph
26834 M'C Hynes, L. Boom, CP M'Coy,--M'lntosh and several others_.
26835
26836 Nettled not a little by L. _Boom_ (as it incorrectly stated) and the
26837 line of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by C. P. M'Coy
26838 and Stephen Dedalus B. A. who were conspicuous, needless to say, by
26839 their total absence (to say nothing of M'Intosh) L. Boom pointed it
26840 out to his companion B. A. engaged in stifling another yawn, half
26841 nervousness, not forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of
26842 misprints.
26843
26844 --Is that first epistle to the Hebrews, he asked as soon as his bottom
26845 jaw would let him, in? Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it.
26846
26847 --It is. Really, Mr Bloom said (though first he fancied he alluded to
26848 the archbishop till he added about foot and mouth with which there could
26849 be no possible connection) overjoyed to set his mind at rest and a bit
26850 flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing to. There.
26851
26852 While the other was reading it on page two Boom (to give him for the
26853 nonce his new misnomer) whiled away a few odd leisure moments in fits
26854 and starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page three,
26855 his side. Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. For entire
26856 colts and fillies. Mr F. Alexander's _Throwaway_, b. h. by _Rightaway_,
26857 5 yrs, 9 st 4 lbs (W. Lane) 1, lord Howard de Walden's _Zinfandel_ (M.
26858 Cannon) z, Mr W. Bass's _Sceptre_ 3. Betting 5 to 4 on _Zinfandel_,
26859 20 to 1 _Throwaway_ (off). _Sceptre_ a shade heavier, 5 to 4 on
26860 _Zinfandel_, 20 to 1 _Throwaway_ (off). _Throwaway_ and _Zinfandel_
26861 stood close order. It was anybody's race then the rank outsider drew to
26862 the fore, got long lead, beating lord Howard de Walden's chestnut
26863 colt and Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a 2 1/2 mile course. Winner
26864 trained by Braime so that Lenehan's version of the business was all pure
26865 buncombe. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. 1000 sovs with
26866 3000 in specie. Also ran: J de Bremond's (French horse Bantam Lyons was
26867 anxiously inquiring after not in yet but expected any minute) _Maximum
26868 II_. Different ways of bringing off a coup. Lovemaking damages. Though
26869 that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a tangent in his impetuosity to get
26870 left. Of course gambling eminently lent itself to that sort of thing
26871 though as the event turned out the poor fool hadn't much reason to
26872 congratulate himself on his pick, the forlorn hope. Guesswork it reduced
26873 itself to eventually.
26874
26875 --There was every indication they would arrive at that, he, Bloom, said.
26876
26877 --Who? the other, whose hand by the way was hurt, said.
26878
26879 One morning you would open the paper, the cabman affirmed, and read:
26880 _Return of Parnell_. He bet them what they liked. A Dublin fusilier was
26881 in that shelter one night and said he saw him in South Africa. Pride it
26882 was killed him. He ought to have done away with himself or lain low for
26883 a time after committee room no 15 until he was his old self again with
26884 no-one to point a finger at him. Then they would all to a man have gone
26885 down on their marrowbones to him to come back when he had recovered
26886 his senses. Dead he wasn't. Simply absconded somewhere. The coffin they
26887 brought over was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer
26888 general. He made a mistake to fight the priests. And so forth and so on.
26889
26890 All the same Bloom (properly so dubbed) was rather surprised at their
26891 memories for in nine cases out of ten it was a case of tarbarrels and
26892 not singly but in their thousands and then complete oblivion because it
26893 was twenty odd years. Highly unlikely of course there was even a shadow
26894 of truth in the stones and, even supposing, he thought a return highly
26895 inadvisable, all things considered. Something evidently riled them in
26896 his death. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when
26897 his various different political arrangements were nearing completion
26898 or whether it transpired he owed his death to his having neglected to
26899 change his boots and clothes-after a wetting when a cold resulted and
26900 failing to consult a specialist he being confined to his room till he
26901 eventually died of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at
26902 an end or quite possibly they were distressed to find the job was taken
26903 out of their hands. Of course nobody being acquainted with his movements
26904 even before there was absolutely no clue as to his whereabouts which
26905 were decidedly of the _Alice, where art thou_ order even prior to his
26906 starting to go under several aliases such as Fox and Stewart so the
26907 remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of
26908 possibility. Naturally then it would prey on his mind as a born leader
26909 of men which undoubtedly he was and a commanding figure, a sixfooter
26910 or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his stockinged feet, whereas
26911 Messrs So and So who, though they weren't even a patch on the former
26912 man, ruled the roost after their redeeming features were very few and
26913 far between. It certainly pointed a moral, the idol with feet of clay,
26914 and then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen rounding on him with mutual
26915 mudslinging. And the identical same with murderers. You had to come
26916 back. That haunting sense kind of drew you. To show the understudy in
26917 the title _rôle_ how to. He saw him once on the auspicious occasion
26918 when they broke up the type in the _Insuppressible_ or was it _United
26919 Ireland_, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and, in point of fact,
26920 handed him his silk hat when it was knocked off and he said _Thank you_,
26921 excited as he undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding
26922 the little misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip: what's
26923 bred in the bone. Still as regards return. You were a lucky dog if
26924 they didn't set the terrier at you directly you got back. Then a lot of
26925 shillyshally usually followed, Tom for and Dick and Harry against. And
26926 then, number one, you came up against the man in possession and had to
26927 produce your credentials like the claimant in the Tichborne case,
26928 Roger Charles Tichborne, _Bella_ was the boat's name to the best of his
26929 recollection he, the heir, went down in as the evidence went to show
26930 and there was a tattoo mark too in Indian ink, lord Bellew was it, as he
26931 might very easily have picked up the details from some pal on board ship
26932 and then, when got up to tally with the description given, introduce
26933 himself with: _Excuse me, my name is So and So_ or some such commonplace
26934 remark. A more prudent course, as Bloom said to the not over effusive,
26935 in fact like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him,
26936 would have been to sound the lie of the land first.
26937
26938 --That bitch, that English whore, did for him, the shebeen proprietor
26939 commented. She put the first nail in his coffin.
26940
26941 --Fine lump of a woman all the same, the _soi-disant_ townclerk Henry
26942 Campbell remarked, and plenty of her. She loosened many a man's thighs.
26943 I seen her picture in a barber's. The husband was a captain or an
26944 officer.
26945
26946 --Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, he was and a cottonball one.
26947
26948 This gratuitous contribution of a humorous character occasioned a fair
26949 amount of laughter among his _entourage_. As regards Bloom he, without
26950 the faintest suspicion of a smile, merely gazed in the direction of
26951 the door and reflected upon the historic story which had aroused
26952 extraordinary interest at the time when the facts, to make matters
26953 worse, were made public with the usual affectionate letters that passed
26954 between them full of sweet nothings. First it was strictly Platonic till
26955 nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them till bit by
26956 bit matters came to a climax and the matter became the talk of the town
26957 till the staggering blow came as a welcome intelligence to not a few
26958 evildisposed, however, who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall
26959 though the thing was public property all along though not to anything
26960 like the sensational extent that it subsequently blossomed into. Since
26961 their names were coupled, though, since he was her declared favourite,
26962 where was the particular necessity to proclaim it to the rank and file
26963 from the housetops, the fact, namely, that he had shared her bedroom
26964 which came out in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the
26965 packed court literally electrifying everybody in the shape of witnesses
26966 swearing to having witnessed him on such and such a particular date in
26967 the act of scrambling out of an upstairs apartment with the assistance
26968 of a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the same
26969 fashion, a fact the weeklies, addicted to the lubric a little, simply
26970 coined shoals of money out of. Whereas the simple fact of the case was
26971 it was simply a case of the husband not being up to the scratch, with
26972 nothing in common between them beyond the name, and then a real man
26973 arriving on the scene, strong to the verge of weakness, falling a victim
26974 to her siren charms and forgetting home ties, the usual sequel, to bask
26975 in the loved one's smiles. The eternal question of the life connubial,
26976 needless to say, cropped up. Can real love, supposing there happens to
26977 be another chap in the case, exist between married folk? Poser.
26978 Though it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with
26979 affection, carried away by a wave of folly. A magnificent specimen of
26980 manhood he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a high order, as
26981 compared with the other military supernumerary that is (who was just the
26982 usual everyday _farewell, my gallant captain_ kind of an individual in
26983 the light dragoons, the 18th hussars to be accurate) and inflammable
26984 doubtless (the fallen leader, that is, not the other) in his own
26985 peculiar way which she of course, woman, quickly perceived as highly
26986 likely to carve his way to fame which he almost bid fair to do till the
26987 priests and ministers of the gospel as a whole, his erstwhile staunch
26988 adherents, and his beloved evicted tenants for whom he had done yeoman
26989 service in the rural parts of the country by taking up the cudgels on
26990 their behalf in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations,
26991 very effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of
26992 fire on his head much in the same way as the fabled ass's kick. Looking
26993 back now in a retrospective kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of
26994 dream. And then coming back was the worst thing you ever did because it
26995 went without saying you would feel out of place as things always moved
26996 with the times. Why, as he reflected, Irishtown strand, a locality he
26997 had not been in for quite a number of years looked different somehow
26998 since, as it happened, he went to reside on the north side. North or
26999 south, however, it was just the wellknown case of hot passion, pure and
27000 simple, upsetting the applecart with a vengeance and just bore out the
27001 very thing he was saying as she also was Spanish or half so, types that
27002 wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the south, casting
27003 every shred of decency to the winds.
27004
27005 --Just bears out what I was saying, he, with glowing bosom said to
27006 Stephen, about blood and the sun. And, if I don't greatly mistake she
27007 was Spanish too.
27008
27009 --The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen answered, adding something or
27010 other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanish onions and
27011 the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and
27012 so many.
27013
27014 --Was she? Bloom ejaculated, surprised though not astonished by any
27015 means, I never heard that rumour before. Possible, especially there, it
27016 was as she lived there. So, Spain.
27017
27018 Carefully avoiding a book in his pocket _Sweets of_, which reminded him
27019 by the by of that Cap l street library book out of date, he took out his
27020 pocketbook and, turning over the various contents it contained rapidly
27021 finally he.
27022
27023 --Do you consider, by the by, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded
27024 photo which he laid on the table, that a Spanish type?
27025
27026 Stephen, obviously addressed, looked down on the photo showing a large
27027 sized lady with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion as she
27028 was in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously
27029 low for the occasion to give a liberal display of bosom, with more than
27030 vision of breasts, her full lips parted and some perfect teeth, standing
27031 near, ostensibly with gravity, a piano on the rest of which was _In Old
27032 Madrid_, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all the vogue. Her
27033 (the lady's) eyes, dark, large, looked at Stephen, about to smile about
27034 something to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Dublin's
27035 premier photographic artist, being responsible for the esthetic
27036 execution.
27037
27038 --Mrs Bloom, my wife the _prima donna_ Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom
27039 indicated. Taken a few years since. In or about ninety six. Very like
27040 her then.
27041
27042 Beside the young man he looked also at the photo of the lady now his
27043 1440 legal wife who, he intimated, was the accomplished daughter of
27044 Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency
27045 as a singer having even made her bow to the public when her years
27046 numbered barely sweet sixteen. As for the face it was a speaking
27047 likeness in expression but it did not do justice to her figure which
27048 came in for a lot of notice usually and which did not come out to the
27049 best advantage in that getup. She could without difficulty, he said,
27050 have posed for the ensemble, not to dwell on certain opulent curves of
27051 the. He dwelt, being a bit of an artist in his spare time, on the female
27052 form in general developmentally because, as it so happened, no later
27053 than that afternoon he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly
27054 developed as works of art, in the National Museum. Marble could give
27055 the original, shoulders, back, all the symmetry, all the rest. Yes,
27056 puritanisme, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors
27057 (Bandez!) Figne toi trop. Whereas no photo could because it simply
27058 wasn't art in a word.
27059
27060 The spirit moving him he would much have liked to follow Jack Tar's good
27061 example and leave the likeness there for a very few minutes to speak for
27062 itself on the plea he so that the other could drink in the beauty for
27063 himself, her stage presence being, frankly, a treat in itself which the
27064 camera could not at all do justice to. But it was scarcely professional
27065 etiquette so. Though it was a warm pleasant sort of a night now yet
27066 wonderfully cool for the season considering, for sunshine after storm.
27067 And he did feel a kind of need there and then to follow suit like a
27068 kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion.
27069 Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased
27070 by opulent curves, none the worse for wear however, and looked away
27071 thoughtfully with the intention of not further increasing the
27072 other's possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving
27073 _embonpoint_. In fact the slight soiling was only an added charm like
27074 the case of linen slightly soiled, good as new, much better in fact
27075 with the starch out. Suppose she was gone when he? I looked for the lamp
27076 which she told me came into his mind but merely as a passing fancy of
27077 his because he then recollected the morning littered bed etcetera and
27078 the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses (_sic_) in it which must
27079 have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot
27080 with apologies to Lindley Murray.
27081
27082 The vicinity of the young man he certainly relished, educated,
27083 _distingué_ and impulsive into the bargain, far and away the pick of the
27084 bunch though you wouldn't think he had it in him yet you would. Besides
27085 he said the picture was handsome which, say what you like, it was though
27086 at the moment she was distinctly stouter. And why not? An awful lot of
27087 makebelieve went on about that sort of thing involving a lifelong slur
27088 with the usual splash page of gutterpress about the same old matrimonial
27089 tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest
27090 stage favourite instead of being honest and aboveboard about the whole
27091 business. How they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up
27092 between the two so that their names were coupled in the public eye
27093 was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and
27094 compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show that they openly
27095 cohabited two or three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and
27096 relations, when the thing ran its normal course, became in due course
27097 intimate. Then the decree _nisi_ and the King's proctor tries to show
27098 cause why and, he failing to quash it, _nisi_ was made absolute. But as
27099 for that the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in one
27100 another, could safely afford to ignore it as they very largely did till
27101 the matter was put in the hands of a solicitor who filed a petition for
27102 the party wronged in due course. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being
27103 close to Erin's uncrowned king in the flesh when the thing occurred on
27104 the historic _fracas_ when the fallen leader's, who notoriously stuck to
27105 his guns to the last drop even when clothed in the mantle of adultery,
27106 (leader's) trusty henchmen to the number of ten or a dozen or
27107 possibly even more than that penetrated into the printing works of the
27108 _Insuppressible_ or no it was _United Ireland_ (a by no means by the
27109 by appropriate appellative) and broke up the typecases with hammers or
27110 something like that all on account of some scurrilous effusions from
27111 the facile pens of the O'Brienite scribes at the usual mudslinging
27112 occupation reflecting on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. Though
27113 palpably a radically altered man he was still a commanding figure though
27114 carelessly garbed as usual with that look of settled purpose which went
27115 a long way with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their vast
27116 discomfiture that their idol had feet of clay after placing him upon a
27117 pedestal which she, however, was the first to perceive. As those were
27118 particularly hot times in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a
27119 minor injury from a nasty prod of some chap's elbow in the crowd that
27120 of course congregated lodging some place about the pit of the stomach,
27121 fortunately not of a grave character. His hat (Parnell's) a silk one was
27122 inadvertently knocked off and, as a matter of strict history, Bloom was
27123 the man who picked it up in the crush after witnessing the occurrence
27124 meaning to return it to him (and return it to him he did with the utmost
27125 celerity) who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away
27126 from his hat at the time all the same being a gentleman born with a
27127 stake in the country he, as a matter of fact, having gone into it more
27128 for the kudos of the thing than anything else, what's bred in the bone
27129 instilled into him in infancy at his mother's knee in the shape of
27130 knowing what good form was came out at once because he turned round to
27131 the donor and thanked him with perfect _aplomb_, saying: _Thank you,
27132 sir_, though in a very different tone of voice from the ornament of the
27133 legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the
27134 course of the day, history repeating itself with a difference, after
27135 the burial of a mutual friend when they had left him alone in his glory
27136 after the grim task of having committed his remains to the grave.
27137
27138 On the other hand what incensed him more inwardly was the blatant jokes
27139 of the cabman and so on who passed it all off as a jest, laughing 1530
27140 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the why and the
27141 wherefore, and in reality not knowing their own minds, it being a case
27142 for the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the legitimate
27143 husband happened to be a party to it owing to some anonymous letter from
27144 the usual boy Jones, who happened to come across them at the crucial
27145 moment in a loving position locked in one another's arms, drawing
27146 attention to their illicit proceedings and leading up to a domestic
27147 rumpus and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her lord and
27148 master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not
27149 receive his visits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook
27150 the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her eyes though
27151 possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the same time as quite
27152 possibly there were several others. He personally, being of a sceptical
27153 bias, believed and didn't make the smallest bones about saying so either
27154 that man or men in the plural were always hanging around on the waiting
27155 list about a lady, even supposing she was the best wife in the world
27156 and they got on fairly well together for the sake of argument, when,
27157 neglecting her duties, she chose to be tired of wedded life and was on
27158 for a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their attentions on
27159 her with improper intent, the upshot being that her affections centred
27160 on another, the cause of many _liaisons_ between still attractive
27161 married women getting on for fair and forty and younger men, no doubt as
27162 several famous cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt.
27163
27164 It was a thousand pities a young fellow, blessed with an allowance of
27165 brains as his neighbour obviously was, should waste his valuable time
27166 with profligate women who might present him with a nice dose to last him
27167 his lifetime. In the nature of single blessedness he would one day take
27168 unto himself a wife when Miss Right came on the scene but in the interim
27169 ladies' society was a _conditio sine qua non_ though he had the gravest
27170 possible doubts, not that he wanted in the smallest to pump Stephen
27171 about Miss Ferguson (who was very possibly the particular lodestar who
27172 brought him down to Irishtown so early in the morning), as to whether he
27173 would find much satisfaction basking in the boy and girl courtship idea
27174 and the company of smirking misses without a penny to their names bi or
27175 triweekly with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and
27176 walking out leading up to fond lovers' ways and flowers and chocs. To
27177 think of him house and homeless, rooked by some landlady worse than any
27178 stepmother, was really too bad at his age. The queer suddenly things
27179 he popped out with attracted the elder man who was several years the
27180 other's senior or like his father but something substantial he certainly
27181 ought to eat even were it only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal
27182 nutriment or, failing that, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled.
27183
27184 --At what o'clock did you dine? he questioned of the slim form and tired
27185 though unwrinkled face.
27186
27187 --Some time yesterday, Stephen said.
27188
27189 --Yesterday! exclaimed Bloom till he remembered it was already tomorrow
27190 Friday. Ah, you mean it's after twelve!
27191
27192 --The day before yesterday, Stephen said, improving on himself.
27193
27194 Literally astounded at this piece of intelligence Bloom reflected.
27195 Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain analogy there
27196 somehow was as if both their minds were travelling, so to speak, in the
27197 one train of thought. At his age when dabbling in politics roughly
27198 some score of years previously when he had been a _quasi_ aspirant to
27199 parliamentary honours in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in
27200 retrospect (which was a source of keen satisfaction in itself) he had
27201 a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas. For instance when the
27202 evicted tenants question, then at its first inception, bulked largely in
27203 people's mind though, it goes without saying, not contributing a copper
27204 or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which wouldn't
27205 exactly hold water, he at the outset in principle at all events was in
27206 thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the trend of modern
27207 opinion (a partiality, however, which, realising his mistake, he was
27208 subsequently partially cured of) and even was twitted with going a
27209 step farther than Michael Davitt in the striking views he at one time
27210 inculcated as a backtothelander, which was one reason he strongly
27211 resented the innuendo put upon him in so barefaced a fashion by our
27212 friend at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that he,
27213 though often considerably misunderstood and the least pugnacious of
27214 mortals, be it repeated, departed from his customary habit to give
27215 him (metaphorically) one in the gizzard though, so far as politics
27216 themselves were concerned, he was only too conscious of the casualties
27217 invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity
27218 and the misery and suffering it entailed as a foregone conclusion on
27219 fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the fittest, in a word.
27220
27221 Anyhow upon weighing up the pros and cons, getting on for one, as it
27222 was, it was high time to be retiring for the night. The crux was it
27223 was a bit risky to bring him home as eventualities might possibly ensue
27224 (somebody having a temper of her own sometimes) and spoil the hash
27225 altogether as on the night he misguidedly brought home a dog (breed
27226 unknown) with a lame paw (not that the cases were either identical or
27227 the reverse though he had hurt his hand too) to Ontario Terrace as he
27228 very distinctly remembered, having been there, so to speak. On the
27229 other hand it was altogether far and away too late for the Sandymount
27230 or Sandycove suggestion so that he was in some perplexity as to which of
27231 the two alternatives. Everything pointed to the fact that it behoved him
27232 to avail himself to the full of the opportunity, all things considered.
27233 His initial impression was he was a shade standoffish or not over
27234 effusive but it grew on him someway. For one thing he mightn't what you
27235 call jump at the idea, if approached, and what mostly worried him was
27236 he didn't know how to lead up to it or word it exactly, supposing he
27237 did entertain the proposal, as it would afford him very great personal
27238 pleasure if he would allow him to help to put coin in his way or some
27239 wardrobe, if found suitable. At all events he wound up by concluding,
27240 eschewing for the nonce hidebound precedent, a cup of Epps's cocoa and
27241 a shakedown for the night plus the use of a rug or two and overcoat
27242 doubled into a pillow at least he would be in safe hands and as warm as
27243 a toast on a trivet he failed to perceive any very vast amount of harm
27244 in that always with the proviso no rumpus of any sort was kicked up.
27245 A move had to be made because that merry old soul, the grasswidower
27246 in question who appeared to be glued to the spot, didn't appear in any
27247 particular hurry to wend his way home to his dearly beloved Queenstown
27248 and it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties
27249 where age was no bar off Sheriff street lower would be the best clue
27250 to that equivocal character's whereabouts for a few days to come,
27251 alternately racking their feelings (the mermaids') with sixchamber
27252 revolver anecdotes verging on the tropical calculated to freeze
27253 the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms
27254 betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the accompaniment of large
27255 potations of potheen and the usual blarney about himself for as to who
27256 he in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as Mr Algebra
27257 remarks _passim_. At the same time he inwardly chuckled over his gentle
27258 repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his god being a jew.
27259 People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled
27260 them was a bite from a sheep. The most vulnerable point too of tender
27261 Achilles. Your god was a jew. Because mostly they appeared to imagine he
27262 came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the county Sligo.
27263
27264 --I propose, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while
27265 prudently pocketing her photo, as it's rather stuffy here you just come
27266 home with me and talk things over. My diggings are quite close in the
27267 vicinity. You can't drink that stuff. Do you like cocoa? Wait. I'll just
27268 pay this lot.
27269
27270 The best plan clearly being to clear out, the remainder being plain
27271 sailing, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing the photo, to the keeper
27272 of the shanty who didn't seem to.
27273
27274 --Yes, that's the best, he assured Stephen to whom for the matter of
27275 that Brazen Head or him or anywhere else was all more or less.
27276
27277 All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his (B's) busy brain,
27278 education (the genuine article), literature, journalism, prize titbits,
27279 up to date billing, concert tours in English watering resorts packed
27280 with hydros and seaside theatres, turning money away, duets in Italian
27281 with the accent perfectly true to nature and a quantity of other
27282 things, no necessity, of course, to tell the world and his wife from the
27283 housetops about it, and a slice of luck. An opening was all was wanted.
27284 Because he more than suspected he had his father's voice to bank his
27285 hopes on which it was quite on the cards he had so it would be just as
27286 well, by the way no harm, to trail the conversation in the direction of
27287 that particular red herring just to.
27288
27289 The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former
27290 viceroy, earl Cadogan, had presided at the cabdrivers' association
27291 dinner in London somewhere. Silence with a yawn or two accompanied this
27292 thrilling announcement. Then the old specimen in the corner who appeared
27293 to have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell
27294 had left Euston for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect.
27295 To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why.
27296
27297 --Give us a squint at that literature, grandfather, the ancient mariner
27298 put in, manifesting some natural impatience.
27299
27300 --And welcome, answered the elderly party thus addressed.
27301
27302 The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles
27303 which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears.
27304
27305 --Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage like the townclerk
27306 queried.
27307
27308 --Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who seemingly was
27309 a bit of a literary cove in his own small way, staring out of seagreen
27310 portholes as you might well describe them as, I uses goggles reading.
27311 Sand in the Red Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark,
27312 manner of speaking. _The Arabian Nights Entertainment_ was my favourite
27313 and _Red as a Rose is She._
27314
27315 Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what,
27316 found drowned or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a
27317 hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which
27318 time (completely regardless of Ire) the keeper was intensely occupied
27319 loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched
27320 him as he muttered against whoever it was sold it, all of them who were
27321 sufficiently awake enough to be picked out by their facial expressions,
27322 that is to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial
27323 remark.
27324
27325 To cut a long story short Bloom, grasping the situation, was the first
27326 to rise from his seat so as not to outstay their welcome having first
27327 and foremost, being as good as his word that he would foot the bill for
27328 the occasion, taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine
27329 host as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the others were
27330 not looking to the effect that the amount due was forthcoming, making a
27331 grand total of fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively in
27332 four coppers, literally the last of the Mohicans), he having previously
27333 spotted on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read opposite him
27334 in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and honestly well
27335 worth twice the money once in a way, as Wetherup used to remark.
27336
27337 --Come, he counselled to close the _séance_.
27338
27339 Seeing that the ruse worked and the coast was clear they left the
27340 shelter or shanty together and the _élite_ society of oilskin and
27341 company whom nothing short of an earthquake would move out of their
27342 _dolce far niente_. Stephen, who confessed to still feeling poorly and
27343 fagged out, paused at the, for a moment, the door.
27344
27345 --One thing I never understood, he said to be original on the spur of
27346 the moment. Why they put tables upside down at night, I mean chairs
27347 upside down, on the tables in cafes. To which impromptu the neverfailing
27348 Bloom replied without a moment's hesitation, saying straight off:
27349
27350 --To sweep the floor in the morning.
27351
27352 So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, frankly at the same
27353 time apologetic to get on his companion's right, a habit of his, by the
27354 bye, his right side being, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles. The
27355 night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a bit
27356 weak on his pins.
27357
27358 --It will (the air) do you good, Bloom said, meaning also the walk, in
27359 a moment. The only thing is to walk then you'll feel a different man.
27360 Come. It's not far. Lean on me.
27361
27362 Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's right and led him on
27363 accordingly.
27364
27365 --Yes, Stephen said uncertainly because he thought he felt a strange
27366 kind of flesh of a different man approach him, sinewless and wobbly and
27367 all that.
27368
27369 Anyhow they passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. where
27370 the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was still to all intents and
27371 purposes wrapped in the arms of Murphy, as the adage has it, dreaming
27372 of fresh fields and pastures new. And _apropos_ of coffin of stones the
27373 analogy was not at all bad as it was in fact a stoning to death on the
27374 part of seventytwo out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the
27375 time of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably the
27376 selfsame evicted tenants he had put in their holdings.
27377
27378 So they turned on to chatting about music, a form of art for which
27379 Bloom, as a pure amateur, possessed the greatest love, as they made
27380 tracks arm in arm across Beresford place. Wagnerian music, though
27381 confessedly grand in its way, was a bit too heavy for Bloom and hard to
27382 follow at the first go-off but the music of Mercadante's _Huguenots_,
27383 Meyerbeer's _Seven Last Words on the Cross_ and Mozart's _Twelfth Mass_
27384 he simply revelled in, the _Gloria_ in that being, to his mind, the acme
27385 of first class music as such, literally knocking everything else into
27386 a cocked hat. He infinitely preferred the sacred music of the catholic
27387 church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that line such as
27388 those Moody and Sankey hymns or _Bid me to live and i will live
27389 thy protestant to be_. He also yielded to none in his admiration of
27390 Rossini's _Stabat Mater_, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers,
27391 in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a veritable
27392 sensation, he might safely say, greatly adding to her other laureis and
27393 putting the others totally in the shade, in the jesuit fathers' church
27394 in upper Gardiner street, the sacred edifice being thronged to the
27395 doors to hear her with virtuosos, or _virtuosi_ rather. There was the
27396 unanimous opinion that there was none to come up to her and suffice it
27397 to say in a place of worship for music of a sacred character there was
27398 a generally voiced desire for an encore. On the whole though favouring
27399 preferably light opera of the _Don Giovanni_ description and _Martha_,
27400 a gem in its line, he had a _penchant_, though with only a surface
27401 knowledge, for the severe classical school such as Mendelssohn. And
27402 talking of that, taking it for granted he knew all about the old
27403 favourites, he mentioned _par excellence_ Lionel's air in _Martha,
27404 M'appari_, which, curiously enough, he had heard or overheard, to be
27405 more accurate, on yesterday, a privilege he keenly appreciated, from the
27406 lips of Stephen's respected father, sung to perfection, a study of the
27407 number, in fact, which made all the others take a back seat. Stephen, in
27408 reply to a politely put query, said he didn't sing it but launched
27409 out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at least of in or about that
27410 period, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the
27411 herbalist, who _anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus_, an instrument he was
27412 contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom B. did not quite
27413 recall though the name certainly sounded familiar, for sixtyfive guineas
27414 and Farnaby and son with their _dux_ and _comes_ conceits and Byrd
27415 (William) who played the virginals, he said, in the Queen's chapel or
27416 anywhere else he found them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and
27417 John Bull.
27418
27419 On the roadway which they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond
27420 the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the paven ground,
27421 brushing a long swathe of mire up so that with the noise Bloom was not
27422 perfectly certain whether he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive
27423 guineas and John Bull. He inquired if it was John Bull the political
27424 celebrity of that ilk, as it struck him, the two identical names, as a
27425 striking coincidence.
27426
27427 By the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which perceiving, Bloom,
27428 who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual, plucked the other's sleeve
27429 gently, jocosely remarking:
27430
27431 --Our lives are in peril tonight. Beware of the steamroller.
27432
27433 They thereupon stopped. Bloom looked at the head of a horse not worth
27434 anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence in the dark quite
27435 near so that it seemed new, a different grouping of bones and even flesh
27436 because palpably it was a fourwalker, a hipshaker, a blackbuttocker, a
27437 taildangler, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the
27438 lord of his creation sat on the perch, busy with his thoughts. But such
27439 a good poor brute he was sorry he hadn't a lump of sugar but, as he
27440 wisely reflected, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency
27441 that might crop up. He was just a big nervous foolish noodly kind of a
27442 horse, without a second care in the world. But even a dog, he reflected,
27443 take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of the same size, would be a holy
27444 horror to face. But it was no animal's fault in particular if he was
27445 built that way like the camel, ship of the desert, distilling grapes
27446 into potheen in his hump. Nine tenths of them all could be caged or
27447 trained, nothing beyond the art of man barring the bees. Whale with a
27448 harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his back and he sees the
27449 joke, chalk a circle for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. These timely
27450 reflections anent the brutes of the field occupied his mind somewhat
27451 distracted from Stephen's words while the ship of the street was
27452 manoeuvring and Stephen went on about the highly interesting old.
27453
27454 --What's this I was saying? Ah, yes! My wife, he intimated, plunging
27455 _in medias res_, would have the greatest of pleasure in making your
27456 acquaintance as she is passionately attached to music of any kind.
27457
27458 He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen,
27459 image of his mother, which was not quite the same as the usual handsome
27460 blackguard type they unquestionably had an insatiable hankering after as
27461 he was perhaps not that way built.
27462
27463 Still, supposing he had his father's gift as he more than suspected,
27464 it opened up new vistas in his mind such as Lady Fingall's Irish
27465 industries, concert on the preceding Monday, and aristocracy in general.
27466
27467 Exquisite variations he was now describing on an air _Youth here has
27468 End_ by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the frows
27469 come from. Even more he liked an old German song of _Johannes Jeep_
27470 about the clear sea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men,
27471 which boggled Bloom a bit:
27472
27473 _Von der Sirenen Listigkeit
27474 Tun die Poeten dichten._
27475
27476 These opening bars he sang and translated _extempore_. Bloom, nodding,
27477 said he perfectly understood and begged him to go on by all means which
27478 he did.
27479
27480 A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that, the rarest of boons,
27481 which Bloom appreciated at the very first note he got out, could easily,
27482 if properly handled by some recognised authority on voice production
27483 such as Barraclough and being able to read music into the bargain,
27484 command its own price where baritones were ten a penny and procure for
27485 its fortunate possessor in the near future an _entrée_ into fashionable
27486 houses in the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a large
27487 way of business and titled people where with his university degree of
27488 B. A. (a huge ad in its way) and gentlemanly bearing to all the more
27489 influence the good impression he would infallibly score a distinct
27490 success, being blessed with brains which also could be utilised for the
27491 purpose and other requisites, if his clothes were properly attended
27492 to so as to the better worm his way into their good graces as he, a
27493 youthful tyro in--society's sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a
27494 little thing like that could militate against you. It was in fact only a
27495 matter of months and he could easily foresee him participating in their
27496 musical and artistic _conversaziones_ during the festivities of the
27497 Christmas season, for choice, causing a slight flutter in the dovecotes
27498 of the fair sex and being made a lot of by ladies out for sensation,
27499 cases of which, as he happened to know, were on record--in fact, without
27500 giving the show away, he himself once upon a time, if he cared to, could
27501 easily have. Added to which of course would be the pecuniary emolument
27502 by no means to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his tuition
27503 fees. Not, he parenthesised, that for the sake of filthy lucre he need
27504 necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a walk in life for any lengthy
27505 space of time. But a step in the required direction it was beyond yea or
27506 nay and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his
27507 dignity in the smallest and it often turned in uncommonly handy to
27508 be handed a cheque at a muchneeded moment when every little helped.
27509 Besides, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a degree, original
27510 music like that, different from the conventional rut, would rapidly
27511 have a great vogue as it would be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical
27512 world after the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a
27513 confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their _genus
27514 omne_. Yes, beyond a shadow of a doubt he could with all the cards in
27515 his hand and he had a capital opening to make a name for himself and win
27516 a high place in the city's esteem where he could command a stiff figure
27517 and, booking ahead, give a grand concert for the patrons of the King
27518 street house, given a backerup, if one were forthcoming to kick him
27519 upstairs, so to speak, a big _if_, however, with some impetus of the
27520 goahead sort to obviate the inevitable procrastination which often
27521 tripped-up a too much fêted prince of good fellows. And it need not
27522 detract from the other by one iota as, being his own master, he would
27523 have heaps of time to practise literature in his spare moments when
27524 desirous of so doing without its clashing with his vocal career or
27525 containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it was a matter for himself
27526 alone. In fact, he had the ball at his feet and that was the very reason
27527 why the other, possessed of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat
27528 of any sort, hung on to him at all.
27529
27530 The horse was just then. And later on at a propitious opportunity he
27531 purposed (Bloom did), without anyway prying into his private affairs on
27532 the _fools step in where angels_ principle, advising him to sever his
27533 connection with a certain budding practitioner who, he noticed, was
27534 prone to disparage and even to a slight extent with some hilarious
27535 pretext when not present, deprecate him, or whatever you like to call it
27536 which in Bloom's humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that side of
27537 a person's character, no pun intended.
27538
27539 The horse having reached the end of his tether, so to speak, halted and,
27540 rearing high a proud feathering tail, added his quota by letting fall on
27541 the floor which the brush would soon brush up and polish, three smoking
27542 globes of turds. Slowly three times, one after another, from a full
27543 crupper he mired. And humanely his driver waited till he (or she) had
27544 ended, patient in his scythed car.
27545
27546 Side by side Bloom, profiting by the _contretemps_, with Stephen passed
27547 through the gap of the chains, divided by the upright, and, stepping
27548 over a strand of mire, went across towards Gardiner street lower,
27549 Stephen singing more boldly, but not loudly, the end of the ballad.
27550
27551 _Und alle Schiffe brücken._
27552
27553 The driver never said a word, good, bad or indifferent, but merely
27554 watched the two figures, as he sat on his lowbacked car, both black,
27555 one full, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge, _to be married by
27556 Father Maher_. As they walked they at times stopped and walked again
27557 continuing their _tête-à-tête_ (which, of course, he was utterly out
27558 of) about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a number of other
27559 topics of the same category, usurpers, historical cases of the kind
27560 while the man in the sweeper car or you might as well call it in the
27561 sleeper car who in any case couldn't possibly hear because they were too
27562 far simply sat in his seat near the end of lower Gardiner street _and
27563 looked after their lowbacked car_.
27564
27565
27566
27567 What parallel courses did Bloom and Stephen follow returning?
27568
27569 Starting united both at normal walking pace from Beresford place they
27570 followed in the order named Lower and Middle Gardiner streets and
27571 Mountjoy square, west: then, at reduced pace, each bearing left,
27572 Gardiner's place by an inadvertence as far as the farther corner of
27573 Temple street: then, at reduced pace with interruptions of halt, bearing
27574 right, Temple street, north, as far as Hardwicke place. Approaching,
27575 disparate, at relaxed walking pace they crossed both the circus before
27576 George's church diametrically, the chord in any circle being less than
27577 the arc which it subtends.
27578
27579
27580 Of what did the duumvirate deliberate during their itinerary?
27581
27582 Music, literature, Ireland, Dublin, Paris, friendship, woman,
27583 prostitution, diet, the influence of gaslight or the light of arc and
27584 glowlamps on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees, exposed
27585 corporation emergency dustbuckets, the Roman catholic church,
27586 ecclesiastical celibacy, the Irish nation, jesuit education, careers,
27587 the study of medicine, the past day, the maleficent influence of the
27588 presabbath, Stephen's collapse.
27589
27590 Did Bloom discover common factors of similarity between their respective
27591 like and unlike reactions to experience?
27592
27593 Both were sensitive to artistic impressions, musical in preference to
27594 plastic or pictorial. Both preferred a continental to an insular manner
27595 of life, a cisatlantic to a transatlantic place of residence. Both
27596 indurated by early domestic training and an inherited tenacity of
27597 heterodox resistance professed their disbelief in many orthodox
27598 religious, national, social and ethical doctrines. Both admitted
27599 the alternately stimulating and obtunding influence of heterosexual
27600 magnetism.
27601
27602
27603 Were their views on some points divergent?
27604
27605 Stephen dissented openly from Bloom's views on the importance of dietary
27606 and civic selfhelp while Bloom dissented tacitly from Stephen's views
27607 on the eternal affirmation of the spirit of man in literature. Bloom
27608 assented covertly to Stephen's rectification of the anachronism
27609 involved in assigning the date of the conversion of the Irish nation to
27610 christianity from druidism by Patrick son of Calpornus, son of Potitus,
27611 son of Odyssus, sent by pope Celestine I in the year 432 in the reign of
27612 Leary to the year 260 or thereabouts in the reign of Cormac MacArt (died
27613 266 A.D.), suffocated by imperfect deglutition of aliment at Sletty
27614 and interred at Rossnaree. The collapse which Bloom ascribed to
27615 gastric inanition and certain chemical compounds of varying degrees of
27616 adulteration and alcoholic strength, accelerated by mental exertion and
27617 the velocity of rapid circular motion in a relaxing atmosphere, Stephen
27618 attributed to the reapparition of a matutinal cloud (perceived by both
27619 from two different points of observation Sandycove and Dublin) at first
27620 no bigger than a woman's hand.
27621
27622
27623 Was there one point on which their views were equal and negative?
27624
27625 The influence of gaslight or electric light on the growth of adjoining
27626 paraheliotropic trees.
27627
27628
27629 Had Bloom discussed similar subjects during nocturnal perambulations in
27630 the past?
27631
27632 In 1884 with Owen Goldberg and Cecil Turnbull at night on public
27633 thoroughfares between Longwood avenue and Leonard's corner and Leonard's
27634 corner and Synge street and Synge street and Bloomfield avenue.
27635
27636 In 1885 with Percy Apjohn in the evenings, reclined against the wall
27637 between Gibraltar villa and Bloomfield house in Crumlin, barony
27638 of Uppercross. In 1886 occasionally with casual acquaintances and
27639 prospective purchasers on doorsteps, in front parlours, in third class
27640 railway carriages of suburban lines. In 1888 frequently with major Brian
27641 Tweedy and his daughter Miss Marion Tweedy, together and separately on
27642 the lounge in Matthew Dillon's house in Roundtown. Once in 1892 and once
27643 in 1893 with Julius (Juda) Mastiansky, on both occasions in the parlour
27644 of his (Bloom's) house in Lombard street, west.
27645
27646
27647 What reflection concerning the irregular sequence of dates 1884, 1885,
27648 1886, 1888, 1892, 1893, 1904 did Bloom make before their arrival at
27649 their destination?
27650
27651 He reflected that the progressive extension of the field of individual
27652 development and experience was regressively accompanied by a restriction
27653 of the converse domain of interindividual relations.
27654
27655
27656 As in what ways?
27657
27658 From inexistence to existence he came to many and was as one received:
27659 existence with existence he was with any as any with any: from existence
27660 to nonexistence gone he would be by all as none perceived.
27661
27662 What act did Bloom make on their arrival at their destination?
27663
27664 At the housesteps of the 4th Of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number
27665 7 Eccles street, he inserted his hand mechanically into the back pocket
27666 of his trousers to obtain his latchkey.
27667
27668
27669 Was it there?
27670
27671 It was in the corresponding pocket of the trousers which he had worn on
27672 the day but one preceding.
27673
27674
27675 Why was he doubly irritated?
27676
27677 Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded
27678 himself twice not to forget.
27679
27680
27681 What were then the alternatives before the, premeditatedly
27682 (respectively) and inadvertently, keyless couple?
27683
27684 To enter or not to enter. To knock or not to knock.
27685
27686
27687 Bloom's decision?
27688
27689 A stratagem. Resting his feet on the dwarf wall, he climbed over the
27690 area railings, compressed his hat on his head, grasped two points at
27691 the lower union of rails and stiles, lowered his body gradually by its
27692 length of five feet nine inches and a half to within two feet ten inches
27693 of the area pavement and allowed his body to move freely in space by
27694 separating himself from the railings and crouching in preparation for
27695 the impact of the fall.
27696
27697
27698 Did he fall?
27699
27700 By his body's known weight of eleven stone and four pounds in
27701 avoirdupois measure, as certified by the graduated machine for
27702 periodical selfweighing in the premises of Francis Froedman,
27703 pharmaceutical chemist of 19 Frederick street, north, on the last feast
27704 of the Ascension, to wit, the twelfth day of May of the bissextile year
27705 one thousand nine hundred and four of the christian era (jewish era five
27706 thousand six hundred and sixtyfour, mohammadan era one thousand three
27707 hundred and twentytwo), golden number 5, epact 13, solar cycle 9,
27708 dominical letters C B, Roman indiction 2, Julian period 6617, MCMIV.
27709
27710
27711 Did he rise uninjured by concussion?
27712
27713 Regaining new stable equilibrium he rose uninjured though concussed by
27714 the impact, raised the latch of the area door by the exertion of force
27715 at its freely moving flange and by leverage of the first kind applied
27716 at its fulcrum, gained retarded access to the kitchen through the
27717 subadjacent scullery, ignited a lucifer match by friction, set free
27718 inflammable coal gas by turningon the ventcock, lit a high flame which,
27719 by regulating, he reduced to quiescent candescence and lit finally a
27720 portable candle.
27721
27722
27723 What discrete succession of images did Stephen meanwhile perceive?
27724
27725 Reclined against the area railings he perceived through the transparent
27726 kitchen panes a man regulating a gasflame of 14 CP, a man lighting a
27727 candle of 1 CP, a man removing in turn each of his two boots, a man
27728 leaving the kitchen holding a candle.
27729
27730
27731 Did the man reappear elsewhere?
27732
27733 After a lapse of four minutes the glimmer of his candle was discernible
27734 through the semitransparent semicircular glass fanlight over the
27735 halldoor. The halldoor turned gradually on its hinges. In the open space
27736 of the doorway the man reappeared without his hat, with his candle.
27737
27738
27739 Did Stephen obey his sign?
27740
27741 Yes, entering softly, he helped to close and chain the door and followed
27742 softly along the hallway the man's back and listed feet and lighted
27743 candle past a lighted crevice of doorway on the left and carefully down
27744 a turning staircase of more than five steps into the kitchen of Bloom's
27745 house.
27746
27747
27748 What did Bloom do?
27749
27750 He extinguished the candle by a sharp expiration of breath upon its
27751 flame, drew two spoonseat deal chairs to the hearthstone, one for
27752 Stephen with its back to the area window, the other for himself when
27753 necessary, knelt on one knee, composed in the grate a pyre of crosslaid
27754 resintipped sticks and various coloured papers and irregular polygons
27755 of best Abram coal at twentyone shillings a ton from the yard of Messrs
27756 Flower and M'Donald of 14 D'Olier street, kindled it at three projecting
27757 points of paper with one ignited lucifer match, thereby releasing
27758 the potential energy contained in the fuel by allowing its carbon and
27759 hydrogen elements to enter into free union with the oxygen of the air.
27760
27761
27762 Of what similar apparitions did Stephen think?
27763
27764 Of others elsewhere in other times who, kneeling on one knee or on two,
27765 had kindled fires for him, of Brother Michael in the infirmary of the
27766 college of the Society of Jesus at Clongowes Wood, Sallins, in the
27767 county of Kildare: of his father, Simon Dedalus, in an unfurnished room
27768 of his first residence in Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street:
27769 of his godmother Miss Kate Morkan in the house of her dying sister Miss
27770 Julia Morkan at 15 Usher's Island: of his aunt Sara, wife of Richie
27771 (Richard) Goulding, in the kitchen of their lodgings at 62 Clanbrassil
27772 street: of his mother Mary, wife of Simon Dedalus, in the kitchen of
27773 number twelve North Richmond street on the morning of the feast of
27774 Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of the dean of studies, Father Butt, in the
27775 physics' theatre of university College, 16 Stephen's Green, north: of
27776 his sister Dilly (Delia) in his father's house in Cabra.
27777
27778
27779 What did Stephen see on raising his gaze to the height of a yard from
27780 the fire towards the opposite wall?
27781
27782 Under a row of five coiled spring housebells a curvilinear rope,
27783 stretched between two holdfasts athwart across the recess beside the
27784 chimney pier, from which hung four smallsized square handkerchiefs
27785 folded unattached consecutively in adjacent rectangles and one pair of
27786 ladies' grey hose with Lisle suspender tops and feet in their habitual
27787 position clamped by three erect wooden pegs two at their outer
27788 extremities and the third at their point of junction.
27789
27790
27791 What did Bloom see on the range?
27792
27793 On the right (smaller) hob a blue enamelled saucepan: on the left
27794 (larger) hob a black iron kettle.
27795
27796
27797 What did Bloom do at the range?
27798
27799 He removed the saucepan to the left hob, rose and carried the iron
27800 kettle to the sink in order to tap the current by turning the faucet to
27801 let it flow.
27802
27803
27804 Did it flow?
27805
27806 Yes. From Roundwood reservoir in county Wicklow of a cubic capacity of
27807 2400 million gallons, percolating through a subterranean aqueduct of
27808 filter mains of single and double pipeage constructed at an initial
27809 plant cost of 5 pounds per linear yard by way of the Dargle, Rathdown,
27810 Glen of the Downs and Callowhill to the 26 acre reservoir at Stillorgan,
27811 a distance of 22 statute miles, and thence, through a system of
27812 relieving tanks, by a gradient of 250 feet to the city boundary at
27813 Eustace bridge, upper Leeson street, though from prolonged summer drouth
27814 and daily supply of 12 1/2 million gallons the water had fallen below
27815 the sill of the overflow weir for which reason the borough surveyor and
27816 waterworks engineer, Mr Spencer Harty, C. E., on the instructions of
27817 the waterworks committee had prohibited the use of municipal water for
27818 purposes other than those of consumption (envisaging the possibility of
27819 recourse being had to the impotable water of the Grand and Royal canals
27820 as in 1893) particularly as the South Dublin Guardians, notwithstanding
27821 their ration of 15 gallons per day per pauper supplied through a 6 inch
27822 meter, had been convicted of a wastage of 20,000 gallons per night by
27823 a reading of their meter on the affirmation of the law agent of
27824 the corporation, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor, thereby acting to the
27825 detriment of another section of the public, selfsupporting taxpayers,
27826 solvent, sound.
27827
27828 What in water did Bloom, waterlover, drawer of water, watercarrier,
27829 returning to the range, admire?
27830
27831 Its universality: its democratic equality and constancy to its nature
27832 in seeking its own level: its vastness in the ocean of Mercator's
27833 projection: its unplumbed profundity in the Sundam trench of the Pacific
27834 exceeding 8000 fathoms: the restlessness of its waves and surface
27835 particles visiting in turn all points of its seaboard: the independence
27836 of its units: the variability of states of sea: its hydrostatic
27837 quiescence in calm: its hydrokinetic turgidity in neap and spring tides:
27838 its subsidence after devastation: its sterility in the circumpolar
27839 icecaps, arctic and antarctic: its climatic and commercial significance:
27840 its preponderance of 3 to 1 over the dry land of the globe: its
27841 indisputable hegemony extending in square leagues over all the region
27842 below the subequatorial tropic of Capricorn: the multisecular stability
27843 of its primeval basin: its luteofulvous bed: its capacity to dissolve
27844 and hold in solution all soluble substances including millions of
27845 tons of the most precious metals: its slow erosions of peninsulas and
27846 islands, its persistent formation of homothetic islands, peninsulas
27847 and downwardtending promontories: its alluvial deposits: its weight and
27848 volume and density: its imperturbability in lagoons and highland tarns:
27849 its gradation of colours in the torrid and temperate and frigid zones:
27850 its vehicular ramifications in continental lakecontained streams and
27851 confluent oceanflowing rivers with their tributaries and transoceanic
27852 currents, gulfstream, north and south equatorial courses: its violence
27853 in seaquakes, waterspouts, Artesian wells, eruptions, torrents, eddies,
27854 freshets, spates, groundswells, watersheds, waterpartings, geysers,
27855 cataracts, whirlpools, maelstroms, inundations, deluges, cloudbursts:
27856 its vast circumterrestrial ahorizontal curve: its secrecy in springs and
27857 latent humidity, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments
27858 and exemplified by the well by the hole in the wall at Ashtown
27859 gate, saturation of air, distillation of dew: the simplicity of its
27860 composition, two constituent parts of hydrogen with one constituent part
27861 of oxygen: its healing virtues: its buoyancy in the waters of the Dead
27862 Sea: its persevering penetrativeness in runnels, gullies, inadequate
27863 dams, leaks on shipboard: its properties for cleansing, quenching thirst
27864 and fire, nourishing vegetation: its infallibility as paradigm and
27865 paragon: its metamorphoses as vapour, mist, cloud, rain, sleet, snow,
27866 hail: its strength in rigid hydrants: its variety of forms in loughs
27867 and bays and gulfs and bights and guts and lagoons and atolls and
27868 archipelagos and sounds and fjords and minches and tidal estuaries and
27869 arms of sea: its solidity in glaciers, icebergs, icefloes: its docility
27870 in working hydraulic millwheels, turbines, dynamos, electric power
27871 stations, bleachworks, tanneries, scutchmills: its utility in canals,
27872 rivers, if navigable, floating and graving docks: its potentiality
27873 derivable from harnessed tides or watercourses falling from level
27874 to level: its submarine fauna and flora (anacoustic, photophobe),
27875 numerically, if not literally, the inhabitants of the globe: its
27876 ubiquity as constituting 90 percent of the human body: the noxiousness
27877 of its effluvia in lacustrine marshes, pestilential fens, faded
27878 flowerwater, stagnant pools in the waning moon.
27879
27880
27881 Having set the halffilled kettle on the now burning coals, why did he
27882 return to the stillflowing tap?
27883
27884 To wash his soiled hands with a partially consumed tablet of
27885 Barrington's lemonflavoured soap, to which paper still adhered, (bought
27886 thirteen hours previously for fourpence and still unpaid for), in fresh
27887 cold neverchanging everchanging water and dry them, face and hands, in a
27888 long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller.
27889
27890
27891 What reason did Stephen give for declining Bloom's offer?
27892
27893 That he was hydrophobe, hating partial contact by immersion or total by
27894 submersion in cold water, (his last bath having taken place in the month
27895 of October of the preceding year), disliking the aqueous substances of
27896 glass and crystal, distrusting aquacities of thought and language.
27897
27898
27899 What impeded Bloom from giving Stephen counsels of hygiene and
27900 prophylactic to which should be added suggestions concerning a
27901 preliminary wetting of the head and contraction of the muscles with
27902 rapid splashing of the face and neck and thoracic and epigastric region
27903 in case of sea or river bathing, the parts of the human anatomy most
27904 sensitive to cold being the nape, stomach and thenar or sole of foot?
27905
27906 The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius.
27907
27908
27909 What additional didactic counsels did he similarly repress?
27910
27911 Dietary: concerning the respective percentage of protein and caloric
27912 energy in bacon, salt ling and butter, the absence of the former in the
27913 lastnamed and the abundance of the latter in the firstnamed.
27914
27915
27916 Which seemed to the host to be the predominant qualities of his guest?
27917
27918 Confidence in himself, an equal and opposite power of abandonment and
27919 recuperation.
27920
27921
27922 What concomitant phenomenon took place in the vessel of liquid by the
27923 agency of fire?
27924
27925 The phenomenon of ebullition. Fanned by a constant updraught of
27926 ventilation between the kitchen and the chimneyflue, ignition was
27927 communicated from the faggots of precombustible fuel to polyhedral
27928 masses of bituminous coal, containing in compressed mineral form the
27929 foliated fossilised decidua of primeval forests which had in turn
27930 derived their vegetative existence from the sun, primal source of heat
27931 (radiant), transmitted through omnipresent luminiferous diathermanous
27932 ether. Heat (convected), a mode of motion developed by such
27933 combustion, was constantly and increasingly conveyed from the source
27934 of calorification to the liquid contained in the vessel, being radiated
27935 through the uneven unpolished dark surface of the metal iron, in part
27936 reflected, in part absorbed, in part transmitted, gradually raising
27937 the temperature of the water from normal to boiling point, a rise in
27938 temperature expressible as the result of an expenditure of 72 thermal
27939 units needed to raise 1 pound of water from 50 degrees to 212 degrees
27940 Fahrenheit.
27941
27942
27943 What announced the accomplishment of this rise in temperature?
27944
27945 A double falciform ejection of water vapour from under the kettlelid at
27946 both sides simultaneously.
27947
27948
27949 For what personal purpose could Bloom have applied the water so boiled?
27950
27951 To shave himself.
27952
27953
27954 What advantages attended shaving by night?
27955
27956 A softer beard: a softer brush if intentionally allowed to remain from
27957 shave to shave in its agglutinated lather: a softer skin if unexpectedly
27958 encountering female acquaintances in remote places at incustomary hours:
27959 quiet reflections upon the course of the day: a cleaner sensation when
27960 awaking after a fresher sleep since matutinal noises, premonitions and
27961 perturbations, a clattered milkcan, a postman's double knock, a paper
27962 read, reread while lathering, relathering the same spot, a shock, a
27963 shoot, with thought of aught he sought though fraught with nought might
27964 cause a faster rate of shaving and a nick on which incision plaster with
27965 precision cut and humected and applied adhered: which was to be done.
27966
27967
27968 Why did absence of light disturb him less than presence of noise?
27969
27970 Because of the surety of the sense of touch in his firm full masculine
27971 feminine passive active hand.
27972
27973
27974 What quality did it (his hand) possess but with what counteracting
27975 influence?
27976
27977 The operative surgical quality but that he was reluctant to shed human
27978 blood even when the end justified the means, preferring, in their
27979 natural order, heliotherapy, psychophysicotherapeutics, osteopathic
27980 surgery.
27981
27982
27983 What lay under exposure on the lower, middle and upper shelves of the
27984 kitchen dresser, opened by Bloom?
27985
27986 On the lower shelf five vertical breakfast plates, six horizontal
27987 breakfast saucers on which rested inverted breakfast cups, a
27988 moustachecup, uninverted, and saucer of Crown Derby, four white
27989 goldrimmed eggcups, an open shammy purse displaying coins, mostly
27990 copper, and a phial of aromatic (violet) comfits. On the middle shelf
27991 a chipped eggcup containing pepper, a drum of table salt, four
27992 conglomerated black olives in oleaginous paper, an empty pot of
27993 Plumtree's potted meat, an oval wicker basket bedded with fibre and
27994 containing one Jersey pear, a halfempty bottle of William Gilbey and
27995 Co's white invalid port, half disrobed of its swathe of coralpink tissue
27996 paper, a packet of Epps's soluble cocoa, five ounces of Anne Lynch's
27997 choice tea at 2/- per lb in a crinkled leadpaper bag, a cylindrical
27998 canister containing the best crystallised lump sugar, two onions, one,
27999 the larger, Spanish, entire, the other, smaller, Irish, bisected with
28000 augmented surface and more redolent, a jar of Irish Model Dairy's cream,
28001 a jug of brown crockery containing a naggin and a quarter of soured
28002 adulterated milk, converted by heat into water, acidulous serum and
28003 semisolidified curds, which added to the quantity subtracted for Mr
28004 Bloom's and Mrs Fleming's breakfasts, made one imperial pint, the total
28005 quantity originally delivered, two cloves, a halfpenny and a small dish
28006 containing a slice of fresh ribsteak. On the upper shelf a battery of
28007 jamjars (empty) of various sizes and proveniences.
28008
28009
28010 What attracted his attention lying on the apron of the dresser?
28011
28012 Four polygonal fragments of two lacerated scarlet betting tickets,
28013 numbered 8 87, 88 6.
28014
28015
28016 What reminiscences temporarily corrugated his brow?
28017
28018 Reminiscences of coincidences, truth stranger than fiction,
28019 preindicative of the result of the Gold Cup flat handicap, the official
28020 and definitive result of which he had read in the _Evening Telegraph_,
28021 late pink edition, in the cabman's shelter, at Butt bridge.
28022
28023
28024 Where had previous intimations of the result, effected or projected,
28025 been received by him?
28026
28027 In Bernard Kiernan's licensed premises 8, 9 and 10 little Britain
28028 street: in David Byrne's licensed premises, 14 Duke street: in O'Connell
28029 street lower, outside Graham Lemon's when a dark man had placed in
28030 his hand a throwaway (subsequently thrown away), advertising Elijah,
28031 restorer of the church in Zion: in Lincoln place outside the premises of
28032 F. W. Sweny and Co (Limited), dispensing chemists, when, when Frederick
28033 M. (Bantam) Lyons had rapidly and successively requested, perused and
28034 restituted the copy of the current issue of the _Freeman's Journal and
28035 National Press_ which he had been about to throw away (subsequently
28036 thrown away), he had proceeded towards the oriental edifice of
28037 the Turkish and Warm Baths, 11 Leinster street, with the light of
28038 inspiration shining in his countenance and bearing in his arms the
28039 secret of the race, graven in the language of prediction.
28040
28041 What qualifying considerations allayed his perturbations?
28042
28043 The difficulties of interpretation since the significance of any event
28044 followed its occurrence as variably as the acoustic report followed the
28045 electrical discharge and of counterestimating against an actual loss
28046 by failure to interpret the total sum of possible losses proceeding
28047 originally from a successful interpretation.
28048
28049
28050 His mood?
28051
28052 He had not risked, he did not expect, he had not been disappointed, he
28053 was satisfied.
28054
28055
28056 What satisfied him?
28057
28058 To have sustained no positive loss. To have brought a positive gain to
28059 others. Light to the gentiles.
28060
28061
28062 How did Bloom prepare a collation for a gentile?
28063
28064 He poured into two teacups two level spoonfuls, four in all, of Epps's
28065 soluble cocoa and proceeded according to the directions for use printed
28066 on the label, to each adding after sufficient time for infusion the
28067 prescribed ingredients for diffusion in the manner and in the quantity
28068 prescribed.
28069
28070
28071 What supererogatory marks of special hospitality did the host show his
28072 guest?
28073
28074 Relinquishing his symposiarchal right to the moustache cup of imitation
28075 Crown Derby presented to him by his only daughter, Millicent (Milly),
28076 he substituted a cup identical with that of his guest and served
28077 extraordinarily to his guest and, in reduced measure, to himself the
28078 viscous cream ordinarily reserved for the breakfast of his wife Marion
28079 (Molly).
28080
28081
28082 Was the guest conscious of and did he acknowledge these marks of
28083 hospitality?
28084
28085 His attention was directed to them by his host jocosely, and he accepted
28086 them seriously as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps's massproduct,
28087 the creature cocoa.
28088
28089
28090 Were there marks of hospitality which he contemplated but suppressed,
28091 reserving them for another and for himself on future occasions to
28092 complete the act begun?
28093
28094 The reparation of a fissure of the length of 1 1/2 inches in the right
28095 side of his guest's jacket. A gift to his guest of one of the four
28096 lady's handkerchiefs, if and when ascertained to be in a presentable
28097 condition.
28098
28099
28100 Who drank more quickly?
28101
28102 Bloom, having the advantage of ten seconds at the initiation and taking,
28103 from the concave surface of a spoon along the handle of which a steady
28104 flow of heat was conducted, three sips to his opponent's one, six to
28105 two, nine to three.
28106
28107
28108 What cerebration accompanied his frequentative act?
28109
28110 Concluding by inspection but erroneously that his silent companion was
28111 engaged in mental composition he reflected on the pleasures derived from
28112 literature of instruction rather than of amusement as he himself had
28113 applied to the works of William Shakespeare more than once for the
28114 solution of difficult problems in imaginary or real life.
28115
28116
28117 Had he found their solution?
28118
28119 In spite of careful and repeated reading of certain classical passages,
28120 aided by a glossary, he had derived imperfect conviction from the text,
28121 the answers not bearing in all points.
28122
28123
28124 What lines concluded his first piece of original verse written by him,
28125 potential poet, at the age of 11 in 1877 on the occasion of the offering
28126 of three prizes of 10/-, 5/- and 2/6 respectively for competition by the
28127 _Shamrock_, a weekly newspaper?
28128
28129 _An ambition to squint
28130 At my verses in print
28131 Makes me hope that for these you'll find room?.
28132 If you so condescend
28133 Then please place at the end
28134 The name of yours truly, L. Bloom._
28135
28136 Did he find four separating forces between his temporary guest and him?
28137
28138 Name, age, race, creed.
28139
28140
28141 What anagrams had he made on his name in youth?
28142
28143 Leopold Bloom
28144 Ellpodbomool
28145 Molldopeloob
28146 Bollopedoom
28147 Old Ollebo, M. P.
28148
28149
28150 What acrostic upon the abbreviation of his first name had he (kinetic
28151 poet) sent to Miss Marion (Molly) Tweedy on the 14 February 1888?
28152
28153 _Poets oft have sung in rhyme
28154 Of music sweet their praise divine.
28155 Let them hymn it nine times nine.
28156 Dearer far than song or wine.
28157 You are mine. The world is mine._
28158
28159
28160 What had prevented him from completing a topical song (music by R. G.
28161 Johnston) on the events of the past, or fixtures for the actual, years,
28162 entitled _If Brian Boru could but come back and see old Dublin now_,
28163 commissioned by Michael Gunn, lessee of the Gaiety Theatre, 46, 47, 48,
28164 49 South King street, and to be introduced into the sixth scene, the
28165 valley of diamonds, of the second edition (30 January 1893) of the grand
28166 annual Christmas pantomime _Sinbad the Sailor_ (produced by R Shelton
28167 26 December 1892, written by Greenleaf Whittier, scenery by George
28168 A. Jackson and Cecil Hicks, costumes by Mrs and Miss Whelan under
28169 the personal supervision of Mrs Michael Gunn, ballets by Jessie Noir,
28170 harlequinade by Thomas Otto) and sung by Nelly Bouverist, principal
28171 girl?
28172
28173 Firstly, oscillation between events of imperial and of local interest,
28174 the anticipated diamond jubilee of Queen Victoria (born 1820, acceded
28175 1837) and the posticipated opening of the new municipal fish market:
28176 secondly, apprehension of opposition from extreme circles on the
28177 questions of the respective visits of Their Royal Highnesses the
28178 duke and duchess of York (real) and of His Majesty King Brian Boru
28179 (imaginary): thirdly, a conflict between professional etiquette and
28180 professional emulation concerning the recent erections of the Grand
28181 Lyric Hall on Burgh Quay and the Theatre Royal in Hawkins street:
28182 fourthly, distraction resultant from compassion for Nelly Bouverist's
28183 non-intellectual, non-political, non-topical expression of countenance
28184 and concupiscence caused by Nelly Bouverist's revelations of white
28185 articles of non-intellectual, non-political, non-topical underclothing
28186 while she (Nelly Bouverist) was in the articles: fifthly, the
28187 difficulties of the selection of appropriate music and humorous
28188 allusions from _Everybody's Book of Jokes_ (1000 pages and a laugh in
28189 every one): sixthly, the rhymes, homophonous and cacophonous, associated
28190 with the names of the new lord mayor, Daniel Tallon, the new high
28191 sheriff, Thomas Pile and the new solicitorgeneral, Dunbar Plunket
28192 Barton.
28193
28194
28195 What relation existed between their ages?
28196
28197 16 years before in 1888 when Bloom was of Stephen's present age Stephen
28198 was 6. 16 years after in 1920 when Stephen would be of Bloom's present
28199 age Bloom would be 54. In 1936 when Bloom would be 70 and Stephen 54
28200 their ages initially in the ratio of 16 to 0 would be as 17 1/2 to 13
28201 1/2, the proportion increasing and the disparity diminishing according
28202 as arbitrary future years were added, for if the proportion existing in
28203 1883 had continued immutable, conceiving that to be possible, till then
28204 1904 when Stephen was 22 Bloom would be 374 and in 1920 when Stephen
28205 would be 38, as Bloom then was, Bloom would be 646 while in 1952 when
28206 Stephen would have attained the maximum postdiluvian age of 70 Bloom,
28207 being 1190 years alive having been born in the year 714, would have
28208 surpassed by 221 years the maximum antediluvian age, that of Methusalah,
28209 969 years, while, if Stephen would continue to live until he would
28210 attain that age in the year 3072 A.D., Bloom would have been obliged to
28211 have been alive 83,300 years, having been obliged to have been born in
28212 the year 81,396 B.C.
28213
28214
28215 What events might nullify these calculations?
28216
28217 The cessation of existence of both or either, the inauguration of a
28218 new era or calendar, the annihilation of the world and consequent
28219 extermination of the human species, inevitable but impredictable.
28220
28221
28222 How many previous encounters proved their preexisting acquaintance?
28223
28224 Two. The first in the lilacgarden of Matthew Dillon's house, Medina
28225 Villa, Kimmage road, Roundtown, in 1887, in the company of Stephen's
28226 mother, Stephen being then of the age of 5 and reluctant to give his
28227 hand in salutation. The second in the coffeeroom of Breslin's hotel on a
28228 rainy Sunday in the January of 1892, in the company of Stephen's father
28229 and Stephen's granduncle, Stephen being then 5 years older.
28230
28231
28232 Did Bloom accept the invitation to dinner given then by the son and
28233 afterwards seconded by the father?
28234
28235 Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation, with sincere appreciative
28236 gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined.
28237
28238
28239 Did their conversation on the subject of these reminiscences reveal a
28240 third connecting link between them?
28241
28242 Mrs Riordan (Dante), a widow of independent means, had resided in the
28243 house of Stephen's parents from 1 September 1888 to 29 December 1891 and
28244 had also resided during the years 1892, 1893 and 1894 in the City Arms
28245 Hotel owned by Elizabeth O'Dowd of 54 Prussia street where, during parts
28246 of the years 1893 and 1894, she had been a constant informant of Bloom
28247 who resided also in the same hotel, being at that time a clerk in the
28248 employment of Joseph Cuffe of 5 Smithfield for the superintendence of
28249 sales in the adjacent Dublin Cattle market on the North Circular road.
28250
28251
28252 Had he performed any special corporal work of mercy for her?
28253
28254 He had sometimes propelled her on warm summer evenings, an infirm widow
28255 of independent, if limited, means, in her convalescent bathchair
28256 with slow revolutions of its wheels as far as the corner of the North
28257 Circular road opposite Mr Gavin Low's place of business where she had
28258 remained for a certain time scanning through his onelensed binocular
28259 fieldglasses unrecognisable citizens on tramcars, roadster bicycles
28260 equipped with inflated pneumatic tyres, hackney carriages, tandems,
28261 private and hired landaus, dogcarts, ponytraps and brakes passing from
28262 the city to the Phoenix Park and vice versa.
28263
28264
28265 Why could he then support that his vigil with the greater equanimity?
28266
28267 Because in middle youth he had often sat observing through a rondel
28268 of bossed glass of a multicoloured pane the spectacle offered with
28269 continual changes of the thoroughfare without, pedestrians, quadrupeds,
28270 velocipedes, vehicles, passing slowly, quickly, evenly, round and round
28271 and round the rim of a round and round precipitous globe.
28272
28273
28274 What distinct different memories had each of her now eight years
28275 deceased?
28276
28277 The older, her bezique cards and counters, her Skye terrier, her
28278 suppositious wealth, her lapses of responsiveness and incipient
28279 catarrhal deafness: the younger, her lamp of colza oil before the statue
28280 of the Immaculate Conception, her green and maroon brushes for Charles
28281 Stewart Parnell and for Michael Davitt, her tissue papers.
28282
28283
28284 Were there no means still remaining to him to achieve the rejuvenation
28285 which these reminiscences divulged to a younger companion rendered the
28286 more desirable?
28287
28288 The indoor exercises, formerly intermittently practised, subsequently
28289 abandoned, prescribed in Eugen Sandow's _Physical Strength and How to
28290 Obtain It_ which, designed particularly for commercial men engaged in
28291 sedentary occupations, were to be made with mental concentration in
28292 front of a mirror so as to bring into play the various families of
28293 muscles and produce successively a pleasant rigidity, a more pleasant
28294 relaxation and the most pleasant repristination of juvenile agility.
28295
28296
28297 Had any special agility been his in earlier youth?
28298
28299 Though ringweight lifting had been beyond his strength and the full
28300 circle gyration beyond his courage yet as a High school scholar he
28301 had excelled in his stable and protracted execution of the half lever
28302 movement on the parallel bars in consequence of his abnormally developed
28303 abdominal muscles.
28304
28305
28306 Did either openly allude to their racial difference?
28307
28308 Neither.
28309
28310
28311 What, reduced to their simplest reciprocal form, were Bloom's thoughts
28312 about Stephen's thoughts about Bloom and about Stephen's thoughts about
28313 Bloom's thoughts about Stephen?
28314
28315 He thought that he thought that he was a jew whereas he knew that he
28316 knew that he knew that he was not.
28317
28318
28319 What, the enclosures of reticence removed, were their respective
28320 parentages?
28321
28322 Bloom, only born male transubstantial heir of Rudolf Virag (subsequently
28323 Rudolph Bloom) of Szombathely, Vienna, Budapest, Milan, London and
28324 Dublin and of Ellen Higgins, second daughter of Julius Higgins (born
28325 Karoly) and Fanny Higgins (born Hegarty). Stephen, eldest surviving male
28326 consubstantial heir of Simon Dedalus of Cork and Dublin and of Mary,
28327 daughter of Richard and Christina Goulding (born Grier).
28328
28329
28330 Had Bloom and Stephen been baptised, and where and by whom, cleric or
28331 layman?
28332
28333 Bloom (three times), by the reverend Mr Gilmer Johnston M. A., alone,
28334 in the protestant church of Saint Nicholas Without, Coombe, by James
28335 O'Connor, Philip Gilligan and James Fitzpatrick, together, under a pump
28336 in the village of Swords, and by the reverend Charles Malone C. C., in
28337 the church of the Three Patrons, Rathgar. Stephen (once) by the reverend
28338 Charles Malone C. C., alone, in the church of the Three Patrons,
28339 Rathgar.
28340
28341
28342 Did they find their educational careers similar?
28343
28344 Substituting Stephen for Bloom Stoom would have passed successively
28345 through a dame's school and the high school. Substituting Bloom for
28346 Stephen Blephen would have passed successively through the preparatory,
28347 junior, middle and senior grades of the intermediate and through the
28348 matriculation, first arts, second arts and arts degree courses of the
28349 royal university.
28350
28351
28352 Why did Bloom refrain from stating that he had frequented the university
28353 of life?
28354
28355 Because of his fluctuating incertitude as to whether this observation
28356 had or had not been already made by him to Stephen or by Stephen to him.
28357
28358
28359 What two temperaments did they individually represent?
28360
28361 The scientific. The artistic.
28362
28363
28364 What proofs did Bloom adduce to prove that his tendency was towards
28365 applied, rather than towards pure, science?
28366
28367 Certain possible inventions of which he had cogitated when reclining
28368 in a state of supine repletion to aid digestion, stimulated by his
28369 appreciation of the importance of inventions now common but once
28370 revolutionary, for example, the aeronautic parachute, the reflecting
28371 telescope, the spiral corkscrew, the safety pin, the mineral water
28372 siphon, the canal lock with winch and sluice, the suction pump.
28373
28374
28375 Were these inventions principally intended for an improved scheme of
28376 kindergarten?
28377
28378 Yes, rendering obsolete popguns, elastic airbladders, games of hazard,
28379 catapults. They comprised astronomical kaleidoscopes exhibiting the
28380 twelve constellations of the zodiac from Aries to Pisces, miniature
28381 mechanical orreries, arithmetical gelatine lozenges, geometrical
28382 to correspond with zoological biscuits, globemap playing balls,
28383 historically costumed dolls.
28384
28385
28386 What also stimulated him in his cogitations?
28387
28388 The financial success achieved by Ephraim Marks and Charles A. James,
28389 the former by his 1d bazaar at 42 George's street, south, the latter
28390 at his 6 1/2d shop and world's fancy fair and waxwork exhibition at 30
28391 Henry street, admission 2d, children 1d: and the infinite possibilities
28392 hitherto unexploited of the modern art of advertisement if condensed
28393 in triliteral monoideal symbols, vertically of maximum visibility
28394 (divined), horizontally of maximum legibility (deciphered) and of
28395 magnetising efficacy to arrest involuntary attention, to interest, to
28396 convince, to decide.
28397
28398
28399 Such as?
28400
28401 K. II. Kino's 11/- Trousers. House of Keys. Alexander J. Keyes.
28402
28403
28404 Such as not?
28405
28406 Look at this long candle. Calculate when it burns out and you receive
28407 gratis 1 pair of our special non-compo boots, guaranteed 1 candle power.
28408 Address: Barclay and Cook, 18 Talbot street.
28409
28410 Bacilikil (Insect Powder). Veribest (Boot Blacking). Uwantit (Combined
28411 pocket twoblade penknife with corkscrew, nailfile and pipecleaner).
28412
28413
28414 Such as never?
28415
28416 What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat?
28417
28418 Incomplete.
28419
28420 With it an abode of bliss.
28421
28422 Manufactured by George Plumtree, 23 Merchants' quay, Dublin, put up in
28423 4 oz pots, and inserted by Councillor Joseph P. Nannetti, M. P., Rotunda
28424 Ward, 19 Hardwicke street, under the obituary notices and anniversaries
28425 of deceases. The name on the label is Plumtree. A plumtree in a meatpot,
28426 registered trade mark. Beware of imitations. Peatmot. Trumplee. Moutpat.
28427 Plamtroo.
28428
28429
28430 Which example did he adduce to induce Stephen to deduce that
28431 originality, though producing its own reward, does not invariably
28432 conduce to success?
28433
28434 His own ideated and rejected project of an illuminated showcart, drawn
28435 by a beast of burden, in which two smartly dressed girls were to be
28436 seated engaged in writing.
28437
28438
28439 What suggested scene was then constructed by Stephen?
28440
28441 Solitary hotel in mountain pass. Autumn. Twilight. Fire lit. In dark
28442 corner young man seated. Young woman enters. Restless. Solitary. She
28443 sits. She goes to window. She stands. She sits. Twilight. She thinks.
28444 On solitary hotel paper she writes. She thinks. She writes. She sighs.
28445 Wheels and hoofs. She hurries out. He comes from his dark corner. He
28446 seizes solitary paper. He holds it towards fire. Twilight. He reads.
28447 Solitary.
28448
28449
28450 What?
28451
28452 In sloping, upright and backhands: Queen's Hotel, Queen's Hotel, Queen's
28453 Hotel. Queen's Ho...
28454
28455
28456 What suggested scene was then reconstructed by Bloom?
28457
28458 The Queen's Hotel, Ennis, county Clare, where Rudolph Bloom (Rudolf
28459 Virag) died on the evening of the 27 June 1886, at some hour unstated,
28460 in consequence of an overdose of monkshood (aconite) selfadministered in
28461 the form of a neuralgic liniment composed of 2 parts of aconite liniment
28462 to I of chloroform liniment (purchased by him at 10.20 a.m. on the
28463 morning of 27 June 1886 at the medical hall of Francis Dennehy, 17
28464 Church street, Ennis) after having, though not in consequence of having,
28465 purchased at 3.15 p.m. on the afternoon of 27 June 1886 a new boater
28466 straw hat, extra smart (after having, though not in consequence of
28467 having, purchased at the hour and in the place aforesaid, the toxin
28468 aforesaid), at the general drapery store of James Cullen, 4 Main street,
28469 Ennis.
28470
28471
28472 Did he attribute this homonymity to information or coincidence or
28473 intuition?
28474
28475 Coincidence.
28476
28477
28478 Did he depict the scene verbally for his guest to see?
28479
28480 He preferred himself to see another's face and listen to another's
28481 words by which potential narration was realised and kinetic temperament
28482 relieved.
28483
28484
28485 Did he see only a second coincidence in the second scene narrated to
28486 him, described by the narrator as _A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or The
28487 Parable of the Plums_?
28488
28489 It, with the preceding scene and with others unnarrated but existent by
28490 implication, to which add essays on various subjects or moral apothegms
28491 (e.g. _My Favourite Hero or Procrastination is the Thief of Time_)
28492 composed during schoolyears, seemed to him to contain in itself and
28493 in conjunction with the personal equation certain possibilities of
28494 financial, social, personal and sexual success, whether specially
28495 collected and selected as model pedagogic themes (of cent per cent
28496 merit) for the use of preparatory and junior grade students or
28497 contributed in printed form, following the precedent of Philip Beaufoy
28498 or Doctor Dick or Heblon's _Studies in Blue_, to a publication of
28499 certified circulation and solvency or employed verbally as intellectual
28500 stimulation for sympathetic auditors, tacitly appreciative of successful
28501 narrative and confidently augurative of successful achievement, during
28502 the increasingly longer nights gradually following the summer solstice
28503 on the day but three following, videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June (S. Aloysius
28504 Gonzaga), sunrise 3.33 a.m., sunset 8.29 p.m.
28505
28506
28507 Which domestic problem as much as, if not more than, any other
28508 frequently engaged his mind?
28509
28510 What to do with our wives.
28511
28512
28513 What had been his hypothetical singular solutions?
28514
28515 Parlour games (dominos, halma, tiddledywinks, spilikins, cup and ball,
28516 nap, spoil five, bezique, twentyfive, beggar my neighbour, draughts,
28517 chess or backgammon): embroidery, darning or knitting for the
28518 policeaided clothing society: musical duets, mandoline and guitar, piano
28519 and flute, guitar and piano: legal scrivenery or envelope addressing:
28520 biweekly visits to variety entertainments: commercial activity as
28521 pleasantly commanding and pleasingly obeyed mistress proprietress in
28522 a cool dairy shop or warm cigar divan: the clandestine satisfaction of
28523 erotic irritation in masculine brothels, state inspected and medically
28524 controlled: social visits, at regular infrequent prevented intervals
28525 and with regular frequent preventive superintendence, to and from female
28526 acquaintances of recognised respectability in the vicinity: courses of
28527 evening instruction specially designed to render liberal instruction
28528 agreeable.
28529
28530
28531 What instances of deficient mental development in his wife inclined him
28532 in favour of the lastmentioned (ninth) solution?
28533
28534 In disoccupied moments she had more than once covered a sheet of paper
28535 with signs and hieroglyphics which she stated were Greek and Irish and
28536 Hebrew characters. She had interrogated constantly at varying intervals
28537 as to the correct method of writing the capital initial of the name of
28538 a city in Canada, Quebec. She understood little of political
28539 complications, internal, or balance of power, external. In calculating
28540 the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid.
28541 After completion of laconic epistolary compositions she abandoned
28542 the implement of calligraphy in the encaustic pigment, exposed to
28543 the corrosive action of copperas, green vitriol and nutgall. Unusual
28544 polysyllables of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically or by false
28545 analogy or by both: metempsychosis (met him pike hoses), _alias_ (a
28546 mendacious person mentioned in sacred scripture).
28547
28548
28549 What compensated in the false balance of her intelligence for these and
28550 such deficiencies of judgment regarding persons, places and things?
28551
28552 The false apparent parallelism of all perpendicular arms of all
28553 balances, proved true by construction. The counterbalance of her
28554 proficiency of judgment regarding one person, proved true by experiment.
28555
28556
28557 How had he attempted to remedy this state of comparative ignorance?
28558
28559 Variously. By leaving in a conspicuous place a certain book open at a
28560 certain page: by assuming in her, when alluding explanatorily, latent
28561 knowledge: by open ridicule in her presence of some absent other's
28562 ignorant lapse.
28563
28564
28565 With what success had he attempted direct instruction?
28566
28567 She followed not all, a part of the whole, gave attention with interest
28568 comprehended with surprise, with care repeated, with greater difficulty
28569 remembered, forgot with ease, with misgiving reremembered, rerepeated
28570 with error.
28571
28572
28573 What system had proved more effective?
28574
28575 Indirect suggestion implicating selfinterest.
28576
28577
28578 Example?
28579
28580 She disliked umbrella with rain, he liked woman with umbrella, she
28581 disliked new hat with rain, he liked woman with new hat, he bought new
28582 hat with rain, she carried umbrella with new hat.
28583
28584
28585 Accepting the analogy implied in his guest's parable which examples of
28586 postexilic eminence did he adduce?
28587
28588 Three seekers of the pure truth, Moses of Egypt, Moses Maimonides,
28589 author of _More Nebukim_ (Guide of the Perplexed) and Moses Mendelssohn
28590 of such eminence that from Moses (of Egypt) to Moses (Mendelssohn) there
28591 arose none like Moses (Maimonides).
28592
28593
28594 What statement was made, under correction, by Bloom concerning a fourth
28595 seeker of pure truth, by name Aristotle, mentioned, with permission, by
28596 Stephen?
28597
28598 That the seeker mentioned had been a pupil of a rabbinical philosopher,
28599 name uncertain.
28600
28601
28602 Were other anapocryphal illustrious sons of the law and children of a
28603 selected or rejected race mentioned?
28604
28605 Felix Bartholdy Mendelssohn (composer), Baruch Spinoza (philosopher),
28606 Mendoza (pugilist), Ferdinand Lassalle (reformer, duellist).
28607
28608
28609 What fragments of verse from the ancient Hebrew and ancient Irish
28610 languages were cited with modulations of voice and translation of texts
28611 by guest to host and by host to guest?
28612
28613 By Stephen: _suil, suil, suil arun, suil go siocair agus suil go cuin_
28614 (walk, walk, walk your way, walk in safety, walk with care).
28615
28616
28617 By Bloom: _Kkifeloch, harimon rakatejch m'baad l'zamatejch_ (thy temple
28618 amid thy hair is as a slice of pomegranate).
28619
28620
28621 How was a glyphic comparison of the phonic symbols of both languages
28622 made in substantiation of the oral comparison?
28623
28624 By juxtaposition. On the penultimate blank page of a book of inferior
28625 literary style, entituled _Sweets of Sin_ (produced by Bloom and so
28626 manipulated that its front cover came in contact with the surface of
28627 the table) with a pencil (supplied by Stephen) Stephen wrote the Irish
28628 characters for gee, eh, dee, em, simple and modified, and Bloom in turn
28629 wrote the Hebrew characters ghimel, aleph, daleth and (in the absence of
28630 mem) a substituted qoph, explaining their arithmetical values as ordinal
28631 and cardinal numbers, videlicet 3, 1, 4, and 100.
28632
28633
28634 Was the knowledge possessed by both of each of these languages, the
28635 extinct and the revived, theoretical or practical?
28636
28637 Theoretical, being confined to certain grammatical rules of accidence
28638 and syntax and practically excluding vocabulary.
28639
28640
28641 What points of contact existed between these languages and between the
28642 peoples who spoke them?
28643
28644 The presence of guttural sounds, diacritic aspirations, epenthetic and
28645 servile letters in both languages: their antiquity, both having been
28646 taught on the plain of Shinar 242 years after the deluge in the seminary
28647 instituted by Fenius Farsaigh, descendant of Noah, progenitor of Israel,
28648 and ascendant of Heber and Heremon, progenitors of Ireland: their
28649 archaeological, genealogical, hagiographical, exegetical, homiletic,
28650 toponomastic, historical and religious literatures comprising the works
28651 of rabbis and culdees, Torah, Talmud (Mischna and Ghemara), Massor,
28652 Pentateuch, Book of the Dun Cow, Book of Ballymote, Garland of Howth,
28653 Book of Kells: their dispersal, persecution, survival and revival: the
28654 isolation of their synagogical and ecclesiastical rites in ghetto (S.
28655 Mary's Abbey) and masshouse (Adam and Eve's tavern): the proscription
28656 of their national costumes in penal laws and jewish dress acts: the
28657 restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the possibility of Irish
28658 political autonomy or devolution.
28659
28660
28661 What anthem did Bloom chant partially in anticipation of that multiple,
28662 ethnically irreducible consummation?
28663
28664 _Kolod balejwaw pnimah
28665 Nefesch, jehudi, homijah._
28666
28667
28668 Why was the chant arrested at the conclusion of this first distich?
28669
28670 In consequence of defective mnemotechnic.
28671
28672
28673 How did the chanter compensate for this deficiency?
28674
28675 By a periphrastic version of the general text.
28676
28677
28678 In what common study did their mutual reflections merge?
28679
28680 The increasing simplification traceable from the Egyptian epigraphic
28681 hieroglyphs to the Greek and Roman alphabets and the anticipation of
28682 modern stenography and telegraphic code in the cuneiform inscriptions
28683 (Semitic) and the virgular quinquecostate ogham writing (Celtic). Did
28684 the guest comply with his host's request?
28685
28686 Doubly, by appending his signature in Irish and Roman characters.
28687
28688 What was Stephen's auditive sensation?
28689
28690 He heard in a profound ancient male unfamiliar melody the accumulation
28691 of the past.
28692
28693
28694 What was Bloom's visual sensation?
28695
28696 He saw in a quick young male familiar form the predestination of a
28697 future.
28698
28699
28700 What were Stephen's and Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional
28701 quasisensations of concealed identities?
28702
28703 Visually, Stephen's: The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted
28704 by Johannes Damascenus, Lentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus as
28705 leucodermic, sesquipedalian with winedark hair. Auditively, Bloom's: The
28706 traditional accent of the ecstasy of catastrophe.
28707
28708
28709 What future careers had been possible for Bloom in the past and with
28710 what exemplars?
28711
28712 In the church, Roman, Anglican or Nonconformist: exemplars, the very
28713 reverend John Conmee S. J., the reverend T. Salmon, D. D., provost of
28714 Trinity college, Dr Alexander J. Dowie. At the bar, English or Irish:
28715 exemplars, Seymour Bushe, K. C., Rufus Isaacs, K. C. On the stage modern
28716 or Shakespearean: exemplars, Charles Wyndham, high comedian Osmond
28717 Tearle (died 1901), exponent of Shakespeare.
28718
28719
28720 Did the host encourage his guest to chant in a modulated voice a strange
28721 legend on an allied theme?
28722
28723 Reassuringly, their place, where none could hear them talk, being
28724 secluded, reassured, the decocted beverages, allowing for subsolid
28725 residual sediment of a mechanical mixture, water plus sugar plus cream
28726 plus cocoa, having been consumed.
28727
28728
28729 Recite the first (major) part of this chanted legend.
28730
28731 _Little Harry Hughes and his schoolfellows all
28732 Went out for to play ball.
28733 And the very first ball little Harry Hughes played
28734 He drove it o'er the jew's garden wall.
28735 And the very second ball little Harry Hughes played
28736 He broke the jew's windows all._
28737
28738
28739
28740 How did the son of Rudolph receive this first part?
28741
28742
28743 With unmixed feeling. Smiling, a jew he heard with pleasure and saw the
28744 unbroken kitchen window.
28745
28746
28747 Recite the second part (minor) of the legend.
28748
28749 _Then out there came the jew's daughter
28750 And she all dressed in green.
28751 "Come back, come back, you pretty little boy,
28752 And play your ball again."
28753
28754 "I can't come back and I won't come back
28755 Without my schoolfellows all.
28756 For if my master he did hear
28757 He'd make it a sorry ball."
28758
28759 She took him by the lilywhite hand
28760 And led him along the hall
28761 Until she led him to a room
28762 Where none could hear him call.
28763
28764 She took a penknife out of her pocket
28765 And cut off his little head.
28766 And now he'll play his ball no more
28767 For he lies among the dead._
28768
28769
28770 How did the father of Millicent receive this second part?
28771
28772 With mixed feelings. Unsmiling, he heard and saw with wonder a jew's
28773 daughter, all dressed in green.
28774
28775
28776 Condense Stephen's commentary.
28777
28778 One of all, the least of all, is the victim predestined. Once by
28779 inadvertence twice by design he challenges his destiny. It comes when he
28780 is abandoned and challenges him reluctant and, as an apparition of hope
28781 and youth, holds him unresisting. It leads him to a strange habitation,
28782 to a secret infidel apartment, and there, implacable, immolates him,
28783 consenting.
28784
28785
28786 Why was the host (victim predestined) sad?
28787
28788 He wished that a tale of a deed should be told of a deed not by him
28789 should by him not be told.
28790
28791
28792 Why was the host (reluctant, unresisting) still?
28793
28794 In accordance with the law of the conservation of energy.
28795
28796
28797 Why was the host (secret infidel) silent?
28798
28799 He weighed the possible evidences for and against ritual murder: the
28800 incitations of the hierarchy, the superstition of the populace, the
28801 propagation of rumour in continued fraction of veridicity, the envy of
28802 opulence, the influence of retaliation, the sporadic reappearance of
28803 atavistic delinquency, the mitigating circumstances of fanaticism,
28804 hypnotic suggestion and somnambulism.
28805
28806
28807 From which (if any) of these mental or physical disorders was he not
28808 totally immune?
28809
28810 From hypnotic suggestion: once, waking, he had not recognised his
28811 sleeping apartment: more than once, waking, he had been for an
28812 indefinite time incapable of moving or uttering sounds. From
28813 somnambulism: once, sleeping, his body had risen, crouched and
28814 crawled in the direction of a heatless fire and, having attained
28815 its destination, there, curled, unheated, in night attire had lain,
28816 sleeping.
28817
28818
28819 Had this latter or any cognate phenomenon declared itself in any member
28820 of his family?
28821
28822 Twice, in Holles street and in Ontario terrace, his daughter Millicent
28823 (Milly) at the ages of 6 and 8 years had uttered in sleep an exclamation
28824 of terror and had replied to the interrogations of two figures in night
28825 attire with a vacant mute expression.
28826
28827
28828 What other infantile memories had he of her?
28829
28830 15 June 1889. A querulous newborn female infant crying to cause and
28831 lessen congestion. A child renamed Padney Socks she shook with shocks
28832 her moneybox: counted his three free moneypenny buttons, one, tloo,
28833 tlee: a doll, a boy, a sailor she cast away: blond, born of two dark,
28834 she had blond ancestry, remote, a violation, Herr Hauptmann Hainau,
28835 Austrian army, proximate, a hallucination, lieutenant Mulvey, British
28836 navy.
28837
28838
28839 What endemic characteristics were present?
28840
28841 Conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a direct
28842 line of lineage which, though interrupted, would continue at distant
28843 intervals to more distant intervals to its most distant intervals.
28844
28845
28846 What memories had he of her adolescence?
28847
28848 She relegated her hoop and skippingrope to a recess. On the duke's lawn,
28849 entreated by an English visitor, she declined to permit him to make and
28850 take away her photographic image (objection not stated). On the South
28851 Circular road in the company of Elsa Potter, followed by an individual
28852 of sinister aspect, she went half way down Stamer street and turned
28853 abruptly back (reason of change not stated). On the vigil of the 15th
28854 anniversary of her birth she wrote a letter from Mullingar, county
28855 Westmeath, making a brief allusion to a local student (faculty and year
28856 not stated).
28857
28858
28859 Did that first division, portending a second division, afflict him?
28860
28861 Less than he had imagined, more than he had hoped.
28862
28863
28864 What second departure was contemporaneously perceived by him similarly,
28865 if differently?
28866
28867 A temporary departure of his cat.
28868
28869
28870 Why similarly, why differently?
28871
28872 Similarly, because actuated by a secret purpose the quest of a new male
28873
28874 (Mullingar student) or of a healing herb (valerian). Differently,
28875 because of different possible returns to the inhabitants or to the
28876 habitation.
28877
28878
28879 In other respects were their differences similar?
28880
28881 In passivity, in economy, in the instinct of tradition, in
28882 unexpectedness.
28883
28884
28885 As?
28886
28887 Inasmuch as leaning she sustained her blond hair for him to ribbon it
28888 for her (cf neckarching cat). Moreover, on the free surface of the lake
28889 in Stephen's green amid inverted reflections of trees her uncommented
28890 spit, describing concentric circles of waterrings, indicated by the
28891 constancy of its permanence the locus of a somnolent prostrate fish (cf
28892 mousewatching cat).
28893
28894 Again, in order to remember the date, combatants, issue and consequences
28895 of a famous military engagement she pulled a plait of her hair (cf
28896 earwashing cat). Furthermore, silly Milly, she dreamed of having had
28897 an unspoken unremembered conversation with a horse whose name had been
28898 Joseph to whom (which) she had offered a tumblerful of lemonade which
28899 it (he) had appeared to have accepted (cf hearthdreaming cat). Hence, in
28900 passivity, in economy, in the instinct of tradition, in unexpectedness,
28901 their differences were similar.
28902
28903
28904 In what way had he utilised gifts (1) an owl, (2) a clock, given as
28905 matrimonial auguries, to interest and to instruct her?
28906
28907 As object lessons to explain: 1) the nature and habits of oviparous
28908 animals, the possibility of aerial flight, certain abnormalities of
28909 vision, the secular process of imbalsamation: 2) the principle of the
28910 pendulum, exemplified in bob, wheelgear and regulator, the translation
28911 in terms of human or social regulation of the various positions of
28912 clockwise moveable indicators on an unmoving dial, the exactitude of the
28913 recurrence per hour of an instant in each hour when the longer and the
28914 shorter indicator were at the same angle of inclination, _videlicet_, 5
28915 5/11 minutes past each hour per hour in arithmetical progression.
28916
28917
28918 In what manners did she reciprocate?
28919
28920 She remembered: on the 27th anniversary of his birth she presented to
28921 him a breakfast moustachecup of imitation Crown Derby porcelain ware.
28922 She provided: at quarter day or thereabouts if or when purchases
28923 had been made by him not for her she showed herself attentive to his
28924 necessities, anticipating his desires. She admired: a natural phenomenon
28925 having been explained by him to her she expressed the immediate desire
28926 to possess without gradual acquisition a fraction of his science, the
28927 moiety, the quarter, a thousandth part.
28928
28929
28930 What proposal did Bloom, diambulist, father of Milly, somnambulist, make
28931 to Stephen, noctambulist?
28932
28933 To pass in repose the hours intervening between Thursday (proper) and
28934 Friday (normal) on an extemporised cubicle in the apartment immediately
28935 above the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the sleeping apartment of
28936 his host and hostess.
28937
28938
28939 What various advantages would or might have resulted from a prolongation
28940 of such an extemporisation?
28941
28942 For the guest: security of domicile and seclusion of study. For the
28943 host: rejuvenation of intelligence, vicarious satisfaction. For the
28944 hostess: disintegration of obsession, acquisition of correct Italian
28945 pronunciation.
28946
28947
28948 Why might these several provisional contingencies between a guest and
28949 a hostess not necessarily preclude or be precluded by a permanent
28950 eventuality of reconciliatory union between a schoolfellow and a jew's
28951 daughter?
28952
28953 Because the way to daughter led through mother, the way to mother
28954 through daughter.
28955
28956
28957 To what inconsequent polysyllabic question of his host did the guest
28958 return a monosyllabic negative answer?
28959
28960 If he had known the late Mrs Emily Sinico, accidentally killed at Sydney
28961 Parade railway station, 14 October 1903.
28962
28963
28964 What inchoate corollary statement was consequently suppressed by the
28965 host?
28966
28967 A statement explanatory of his absence on the occasion of the interment
28968 of Mrs Mary Dedalus (born Goulding), 26 June 1903, vigil of the
28969 anniversary of the decease of Rudolph Bloom (born Virag).
28970
28971
28972 Was the proposal of asylum accepted?
28973
28974 Promptly, inexplicably, with amicability, gratefully it was declined.
28975 What exchange of money took place between host and guest?
28976
28977 The former returned to the latter, without interest, a sum of money
28978 (1-7-0), one pound seven shillings sterling, advanced by the latter to
28979 the former.
28980
28981
28982 What counterproposals were alternately advanced, accepted, modified,
28983 declined, restated in other terms, reaccepted, ratified, reconfirmed?
28984
28985 To inaugurate a prearranged course of Italian instruction, place
28986 the residence of the instructed. To inaugurate a course of vocal
28987 instruction, place the residence of the instructress. To inaugurate
28988 a series of static semistatic and peripatetic intellectual dialogues,
28989 places the residence of both speakers (if both speakers were resident in
28990 the same place), the Ship hotel and tavern, 6 Lower Abbey street (W. and
28991 E. Connery, proprietors), the National Library of Ireland, 10 Kildare
28992 street, the National Maternity Hospital, 29, 30 and 31 Holles street, a
28993 public garden, the vicinity of a place of worship, a conjunction of two
28994 or more public thoroughfares, the point of bisection of a right line
28995 drawn between their residences (if both speakers were resident in
28996 different places).
28997
28998
28999 What rendered problematic for Bloom the realisation of these mutually
29000 selfexcluding propositions?
29001
29002 The irreparability of the past: once at a performance of Albert
29003 Hengler's circus in the Rotunda, Rutland square, Dublin, an intuitive
29004 particoloured clown in quest of paternity had penetrated from the ring
29005 to a place in the auditorium where Bloom, solitary, was seated and had
29006 publicly declared to an exhilarated audience that he (Bloom) was his
29007 (the clown's) papa. The imprevidibility of the future: once in the
29008 summer of 1898 he (Bloom) had marked a florin (2/-) with three notches
29009 on the milled edge and tendered it m payment of an account due to and
29010 received by J. and T. Davy, family grocers, 1 Charlemont Mall, Grand
29011 Canal, for circulation on the waters of civic finance, for possible,
29012 circuitous or direct, return.
29013
29014
29015 Was the clown Bloom's son?
29016
29017 No.
29018
29019
29020 Had Bloom's coin returned?
29021
29022 Never.
29023
29024
29025 Why would a recurrent frustration the more depress him?
29026
29027 Because at the critical turningpoint of human existence he desired to
29028 amend many social conditions, the product of inequality and avarice and
29029 international animosity. He believed then that human life was infinitely
29030 perfectible, eliminating these conditions?
29031
29032 There remained the generic conditions imposed by natural, as distinct
29033 from human law, as integral parts of the human whole: the necessity of
29034 destruction to procure alimentary sustenance: the painful character of
29035 the ultimate functions of separate existence, the agonies of birth and
29036 death: the monotonous menstruation of simian and (particularly) human
29037 females extending from the age of puberty to the menopause: inevitable
29038 accidents at sea, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies
29039 and their resultant surgical operations, innate lunacy and congenital
29040 criminality, decimating epidemics: catastrophic cataclysms which make
29041 terror the basis of human mentality: seismic upheavals the epicentres
29042 of which are located in densely populated regions: the fact of vital
29043 growth, through convulsions of metamorphosis, from infancy through
29044 maturity to decay.
29045
29046
29047 Why did he desist from speculation?
29048
29049 Because it was a task for a superior intelligence to substitute other
29050 more acceptable phenomena in the place of the less acceptable phenomena
29051 to be removed.
29052
29053
29054 Did Stephen participate in his dejection?
29055
29056 He affirmed his significance as a conscious rational animal proceeding
29057 syllogistically from the known to the unknown and a conscious rational
29058 reagent between a micro and a macrocosm ineluctably constructed upon the
29059 incertitude of the void.
29060
29061
29062 Was this affirmation apprehended by Bloom?
29063
29064 Not verbally. Substantially.
29065
29066
29067 What comforted his misapprehension?
29068
29069 That as a competent keyless citizen he had proceeded energetically from
29070 the unknown to the known through the incertitude of the void.
29071
29072
29073 In what order of precedence, with what attendant ceremony was the exodus
29074 from the house of bondage to the wilderness of inhabitation effected?
29075
29076 Lighted Candle in Stick borne by
29077
29078 BLOOM
29079
29080 Diaconal Hat on Ashplant borne by
29081
29082 STEPHEN:
29083
29084
29085 With what intonation secreto of what commemorative psalm?
29086
29087 The 113th, _modus peregrinus: In exitu Israel de Egypto: domus Jacob de
29088 populo barbaro_.
29089
29090
29091 What did each do at the door of egress?
29092
29093 Bloom set the candlestick on the floor. Stephen put the hat on his head.
29094
29095
29096 For what creature was the door of egress a door of ingress?
29097
29098 For a cat.
29099
29100
29101 What spectacle confronted them when they, first the host, then the
29102 guest, emerged silently, doubly dark, from obscurity by a passage from
29103 the rere of the house into the penumbra of the garden?
29104
29105 The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
29106
29107
29108 With what meditations did Bloom accompany his demonstration to his
29109 companion of various constellations?
29110
29111 Meditations of evolution increasingly vaster: of the moon invisible in
29112 incipient lunation, approaching perigee: of the infinite lattiginous
29113 scintillating uncondensed milky way, discernible by daylight by an
29114 observer placed at the lower end of a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000
29115 ft deep sunk from the surface towards the centre of the earth: of Sirius
29116 (alpha in Canis Maior) 10 lightyears (57,000,000,000,000 miles) distant
29117 and in volume 900 times the dimension of our planet: of Arcturus: of the
29118 precession of equinoxes: of Orion with belt and sextuple sun theta and
29119 nebula in which 100 of our solar systems could be contained: of moribund
29120 and of nascent new stars such as Nova in 1901: of our system plunging
29121 towards the constellation of Hercules: of the parallax or parallactic
29122 drift of socalled fixed stars, in reality evermoving wanderers from
29123 immeasurably remote eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with
29124 which the years, threescore and ten, of allotted human life formed a
29125 parenthesis of infinitesimal brevity.
29126
29127
29128 Were there obverse meditations of involution increasingly less vast?
29129
29130 Of the eons of geological periods recorded in the stratifications of the
29131 earth: of the myriad minute entomological organic existences concealed
29132 in cavities of the earth, beneath removable stones, in hives and mounds,
29133 of microbes, germs, bacteria, bacilli, spermatozoa: of the incalculable
29134 trillions of billions of millions of imperceptible molecules contained
29135 by cohesion of molecular affinity in a single pinhead: of the universe
29136 of human serum constellated with red and white bodies, themselves
29137 universes of void space constellated with other bodies, each, in
29138 continuity, its universe of divisible component bodies of which each was
29139 again divisible in divisions of redivisible component bodies, dividends
29140 and divisors ever diminishing without actual division till, if the
29141 progress were carried far enough, nought nowhere was never reached.
29142
29143
29144 Why did he not elaborate these calculations to a more precise result?
29145
29146 Because some years previously in 1886 when occupied with the problem
29147 of the quadrature of the circle he had learned of the existence of a
29148 number computed to a relative degree of accuracy to be of such magnitude
29149 and of so many places, e.g., the 9th power of the 9th power of 9, that,
29150 the result having been obtained, 33 closely printed volumes of 1000
29151 pages each of innumerable quires and reams of India paper would have to
29152 be requisitioned in order to contain the complete tale of its printed
29153 integers of units, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands,
29154 hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions,
29155 billions, the nucleus of the nebula of every digit of every series
29156 containing succinctly the potentiality of being raised to the utmost
29157 kinetic elaboration of any power of any of its powers.
29158
29159
29160 Did he find the problems of the inhabitability of the planets and their
29161 satellites by a race, given in species, and of the possible social and
29162 moral redemption of said race by a redeemer, easier of solution?
29163
29164 Of a different order of difficulty. Conscious that the human organism,
29165 normally capable of sustaining an atmospheric pressure of 19 tons,
29166 when elevated to a considerable altitude in the terrestrial atmosphere
29167 suffered with arithmetical progression of intensity, according as
29168 the line of demarcation between troposphere and stratosphere was
29169 approximated from nasal hemorrhage, impeded respiration and vertigo,
29170 when proposing this problem for solution, he had conjectured as a
29171 working hypothesis which could not be proved impossible that a more
29172 adaptable and differently anatomically constructed race of beings might
29173 subsist otherwise under Martian, Mercurial, Veneral, Jovian, Saturnian,
29174 Neptunian or Uranian sufficient and equivalent conditions, though
29175 an apogean humanity of beings created in varying forms with finite
29176 differences resulting similar to the whole and to one another would
29177 probably there as here remain inalterably and inalienably attached to
29178 vanities, to vanities of vanities and to all that is vanity.
29179
29180 And the problem of possible redemption?
29181 The minor was proved by the major.
29182
29183
29184 Which various features of the constellations were in turn considered?
29185
29186 The various colours significant of various degrees of vitality (white,
29187 yellow, crimson, vermilion, cinnabar): their degrees of brilliancy:
29188 their magnitudes revealed up to and including the 7th: their positions:
29189 the waggoner's star: Walsingham way: the chariot of David: the annular
29190 cinctures of Saturn: the condensation of spiral nebulae into suns: the
29191 interdependent gyrations of double suns: the independent synchronous
29192 discoveries of Galileo, Simon Marius, Piazzi, Le Verrier, Herschel,
29193 Galle: the systematisations attempted by Bode and Kepler of cubes
29194 of distances and squares of times of revolution: the almost infinite
29195 compressibility of hirsute comets and their vast elliptical egressive
29196 and reentrant orbits from perihelion to aphelion: the sidereal origin of
29197 meteoric stones: the Libyan floods on Mars about the period of the birth
29198 of the younger astroscopist: the annual recurrence of meteoric showers
29199 about the period of the feast of S. Lawrence (martyr, lo August): the
29200 monthly recurrence known as the new moon with the old moon in her arms:
29201 the posited influence of celestial on human bodies: the appearance of a
29202 star (1st magnitude) of exceeding brilliancy dominating by night and
29203 day (a new luminous sun generated by the collision and amalgamation in
29204 incandescence of two nonluminous exsuns) about the period of the
29205 birth of William Shakespeare over delta in the recumbent neversetting
29206 constellation of Cassiopeia and of a star (2nd magnitude) of similar
29207 origin but of lesser brilliancy which had appeared in and disappeared
29208 from the constellation of the Corona Septentrionalis about the period
29209 of the birth of Leopold Bloom and of other stars of (presumably) similar
29210 origin which had (effectively or presumably) appeared in and disappeared
29211 from the constellation of Andromeda about the period of the birth of
29212 Stephen Dedalus, and in and from the constellation of Auriga some years
29213 after the birth and death of Rudolph Bloom, junior, and in and from
29214 other constellations some years before or after the birth or death of
29215 other persons: the attendant phenomena of eclipses, solar and lunar,
29216 from immersion to emersion, abatement of wind, transit of shadow,
29217 taciturnity of winged creatures, emergence of nocturnal or crepuscular
29218 animals, persistence of infernal light, obscurity of terrestrial waters,
29219 pallor of human beings.
29220
29221
29222 His (Bloom's) logical conclusion, having weighed the matter and allowing
29223 for possible error?
29224
29225 That it was not a heaventree, not a heavengrot, not a heavenbeast, not
29226 a heavenman. That it was a Utopia, there being no known method from
29227 the known to the unknown: an infinity renderable equally finite by the
29228 suppositious apposition of one or more bodies equally of the same and of
29229 different magnitudes: a mobility of illusory forms immobilised in space,
29230 remobilised in air: a past which possibly had ceased to exist as a
29231 present before its probable spectators had entered actual present
29232 existence.
29233
29234
29235 Was he more convinced of the esthetic value of the spectacle?
29236
29237 Indubitably in consequence of the reiterated examples of poets in the
29238 delirium of the frenzy of attachment or in the abasement of rejection
29239 invoking ardent sympathetic constellations or the frigidity of the
29240 satellite of their planet.
29241
29242
29243 Did he then accept as an article of belief the theory of astrological
29244 influences upon sublunary disasters?
29245
29246 It seemed to him as possible of proof as of confutation and the
29247 nomenclature employed in its selenographical charts as attributable to
29248 verifiable intuition as to fallacious analogy: the lake of dreams, the
29249 sea of rains, the gulf of dews, the ocean of fecundity.
29250
29251
29252 What special affinities appeared to him to exist between the moon and
29253 woman?
29254
29255 Her antiquity in preceding and surviving successive tellurian
29256 generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence:
29257 her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising
29258 and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced
29259 invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative
29260 interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power
29261 to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to
29262 incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her
29263 visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant implacable resplendent
29264 propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her
29265 light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her
29266 arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction,
29267 when invisible.
29268
29269
29270 What visible luminous sign attracted Bloom's, who attracted Stephen's,
29271 gaze?
29272
29273 In the second storey (rere) of his (Bloom's) house the light of a
29274 paraffin oil lamp with oblique shade projected on a screen of roller
29275 blind supplied by Frank O'Hara, window blind, curtain pole and revolving
29276 shutter manufacturer, 16 Aungier street.
29277
29278
29279 How did he elucidate the mystery of an invisible attractive person, his
29280 wife Marion (Molly) Bloom, denoted by a visible splendid sign, a lamp?
29281
29282 With indirect and direct verbal allusions or affirmations: with subdued
29283 affection and admiration: with description: with impediment: with
29284 suggestion.
29285
29286
29287 Both then were silent?
29288
29289 Silent, each contemplating the other in both mirrors of the reciprocal
29290 flesh of theirhisnothis fellowfaces.
29291
29292
29293 Were they indefinitely inactive?
29294
29295 At Stephen's suggestion, at Bloom's instigation both, first Stephen,
29296 then Bloom, in penumbra urinated, their sides contiguous, their organs
29297 of micturition reciprocally rendered invisible by manual circumposition,
29298 their gazes, first Bloom's, then Stephen's, elevated to the projected
29299 luminous and semiluminous shadow.
29300
29301
29302 Similarly?
29303
29304 The trajectories of their, first sequent, then simultaneous, urinations
29305 were dissimilar: Bloom's longer, less irruent, in the incomplete form of
29306 the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who in his ultimate
29307 year at High School (1880) had been capable of attaining the point
29308 of greatest altitude against the whole concurrent strength of the
29309 institution, 210 scholars: Stephen's higher, more sibilant, who in the
29310 ultimate hours of the previous day had augmented by diuretic consumption
29311 an insistent vesical pressure.
29312
29313
29314 What different problems presented themselves to each concerning the
29315 invisible audible collateral organ of the other?
29316
29317 To Bloom: the problems of irritability, tumescence, rigidity,
29318 reactivity, dimension, sanitariness, pilosity.
29319
29320 To Stephen: the problem of the sacerdotal integrity of Jesus circumcised
29321 (I January, holiday of obligation to hear mass and abstain from
29322 unnecessary servile work) and the problem as to whether the divine
29323 prepuce, the carnal bridal ring of the holy Roman catholic apostolic
29324 church, conserved in Calcata, were deserving of simple hyperduly or of
29325 the fourth degree of latria accorded to the abscission of such divine
29326 excrescences as hair and toenails.
29327
29328
29329 What celestial sign was by both simultaneously observed?
29330
29331 A star precipitated with great apparent velocity across the firmament
29332 from Vega in the Lyre above the zenith beyond the stargroup of the Tress
29333 of Berenice towards the zodiacal sign of Leo.
29334
29335
29336 How did the centripetal remainer afford egress to the centrifugal
29337 departer?
29338
29339 By inserting the barrel of an arruginated male key in the hole of an
29340 unstable female lock, obtaining a purchase on the bow of the key and
29341 turning its wards from right to left, withdrawing a bolt from its
29342 staple, pulling inward spasmodically an obsolescent unhinged door and
29343 revealing an aperture for free egress and free ingress.
29344
29345
29346 How did they take leave, one of the other, in separation?
29347
29348 Standing perpendicular at the same door and on different sides of its
29349 base, the lines of their valedictory arms, meeting at any point and
29350 forming any angle less than the sum of two right angles.
29351
29352
29353 What sound accompanied the union of their tangent, the disunion of their
29354 (respectively) centrifugal and centripetal hands?
29355
29356 The sound of the peal of the hour of the night by the chime of the bells
29357 in the church of Saint George.
29358
29359
29360 What echoes of that sound were by both and each heard?
29361
29362 By Stephen:
29363
29364 _Liliata rutilantium. Turma circumdet. Iubilantium te virginum. Chorus
29365 excipiat._
29366
29367 By Bloom:
29368
29369 _Heigho, heigho,
29370 Heigho, heigho._
29371
29372
29373 Where were the several members of the company which with Bloom that day
29374 at the bidding of that peal had travelled from Sandymount in the south
29375 to Glasnevin in the north?
29376
29377 Martin Cunningham (in bed), Jack Power (in bed), Simon Dedalus (in bed),
29378 Ned Lambert (in bed), Tom Kernan (in bed), Joe Hynes (in bed), John
29379 Henry Menton (in bed), Bernard Corrigan (in bed), Patsy Dignam (in bed),
29380 Paddy Dignam (in the grave).
29381
29382
29383 Alone, what did Bloom hear?
29384
29385 The double reverberation of retreating feet on the heavenborn earth, the
29386 double vibration of a jew's harp in the resonant lane.
29387
29388
29389 Alone, what did Bloom feel?
29390
29391 The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing
29392 point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Reaumur: the
29393 incipient intimations of proximate dawn.
29394
29395
29396 Of what did bellchime and handtouch and footstep and lonechill remind
29397 him?
29398
29399 Of companions now in various manners in different places defunct: Percy
29400 Apjohn (killed in action, Modder River), Philip Gilligan (phthisis,
29401 Jervis Street hospital), Matthew F. Kane (accidental drowning, Dublin
29402 Bay), Philip Moisel (pyemia, Heytesbury street), Michael Hart (phthisis,
29403 Mater Misericordiae hospital), Patrick Dignam (apoplexy, Sandymount).
29404
29405
29406 What prospect of what phenomena inclined him to remain?
29407
29408 The disparition of three final stars, the diffusion of daybreak, the
29409 apparition of a new solar disk.
29410
29411
29412 Had he ever been a spectator of those phenomena?
29413
29414 Once, in 1887, after a protracted performance of charades in the house
29415 of Luke Doyle, Kimmage, he had awaited with patience the apparition
29416 of the diurnal phenomenon, seated on a wall, his gaze turned in the
29417 direction of Mizrach, the east.
29418
29419
29420 He remembered the initial paraphenomena?
29421
29422 More active air, a matutinal distant cock, ecclesiastical clocks at
29423 various points, avine music, the isolated tread of an early wayfarer,
29424 the visible diffusion of the light of an invisible luminous body, the
29425 first golden limb of the resurgent sun perceptible low on the horizon.
29426
29427
29428 Did he remain?
29429
29430 With deep inspiration he returned, retraversing the garden, reentering
29431 the passage, reclosing the door. With brief suspiration he reassumed the
29432 candle, reascended the stairs, reapproached the door of the front room,
29433 hallfloor, and reentered.
29434
29435
29436 What suddenly arrested his ingress?
29437
29438 The right temporal lobe of the hollow sphere of his cranium came into
29439 contact with a solid timber angle where, an infinitesimal but sensible
29440 fraction of a second later, a painful sensation was located in
29441 consequence of antecedent sensations transmitted and registered.
29442
29443
29444 Describe the alterations effected in the disposition of the articles of
29445 furniture.
29446
29447 A sofa upholstered in prune plush had been translocated from opposite
29448 the door to the ingleside near the compactly furled Union Jack (an
29449 alteration which he had frequently intended to execute): the blue and
29450 white checker inlaid majolicatopped table had been placed opposite the
29451 door in the place vacated by the prune plush sofa: the walnut sideboard
29452 (a projecting angle of which had momentarily arrested his ingress) had
29453 been moved from its position beside the door to a more advantageous but
29454 more perilous position in front of the door: two chairs had been moved
29455 from right and left of the ingleside to the position originally occupied
29456 by the blue and white checker inlaid majolicatopped table.
29457
29458
29459 Describe them.
29460
29461 One: a squat stuffed easychair, with stout arms extended and back
29462 slanted to the rere, which, repelled in recoil, had then upturned an
29463 irregular fringe of a rectangular rug and now displayed on its amply
29464 upholstered seat a centralised diffusing and diminishing discolouration.
29465 The other: a slender splayfoot chair of glossy cane curves, placed
29466 directly opposite the former, its frame from top to seat and from seat
29467 to base being varnished dark brown, its seat being a bright circle of
29468 white plaited rush.
29469
29470
29471 What significances attached to these two chairs?
29472
29473 Significances of similitude, of posture, of symbolism, of circumstantial
29474 evidence, of testimonial supermanence.
29475
29476
29477 What occupied the position originally occupied by the sideboard?
29478
29479 A vertical piano (Cadby) with exposed keyboard, its closed coffin
29480 supporting a pair of long yellow ladies' gloves and an emerald ashtray
29481 containing four consumed matches, a partly consumed cigarette and two
29482 discoloured ends of cigarettes, its musicrest supporting the music in
29483 the key of G natural for voice and piano of _Love's Old Sweet Song_
29484 (words by G. Clifton Bingham, composed by J. L. Molloy, sung by Madam
29485 Antoinette Sterling) open at the last page with the final indications
29486 _ad libitum, forte_, pedal, _animato_, sustained pedal, _ritirando_,
29487 close.
29488
29489
29490 With what sensations did Bloom contemplate in rotation these objects?
29491
29492 With strain, elevating a candlestick: with pain, feeling on his right
29493 temple a contused tumescence: with attention, focussing his gaze on
29494 a large dull passive and a slender bright active: with solicitation,
29495 bending and downturning the upturned rugfringe: with amusement,
29496 remembering Dr Malachi Mulligan's scheme of colour containing the
29497 gradation of green: with pleasure, repeating the words and antecedent
29498 act and perceiving through various channels of internal sensibility
29499 the consequent and concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of gradual
29500 discolouration.
29501
29502
29503 His next proceeding?
29504
29505 From an open box on the majolicatopped table he extracted a black
29506 diminutive cone, one inch in height, placed it on its circular base on
29507 a small tin plate, placed his candlestick on the right corner of the
29508 mantelpiece, produced from his waistcoat a folded page of prospectus
29509 (illustrated) entitled Agendath Netaim, unfolded the same, examined
29510 it superficially, rolled it into a thin cylinder, ignited it in the
29511 candleflame, applied it when ignited to the apex of the cone till the
29512 latter reached the stage of rutilance, placed the cylinder in the basin
29513 of the candlestick disposing its unconsumed part in such a manner as to
29514 facilitate total combustion.
29515
29516
29517 What followed this operation?
29518
29519 The truncated conical crater summit of the diminutive volcano emitted a
29520 vertical and serpentine fume redolent of aromatic oriental incense.
29521
29522
29523 What homothetic objects, other than the candlestick, stood on the
29524 mantelpiece?
29525
29526 A timepiece of striated Connemara marble, stopped at the hour of 4.46
29527 a.m. on the 21 March 1896, matrimonial gift of Matthew Dillon: a dwarf
29528 tree of glacial arborescence under a transparent bellshade, matrimonial
29529 gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle: an embalmed owl, matrimonial gift of
29530 Alderman John Hooper.
29531
29532
29533 What interchanges of looks took place between these three objects and
29534 Bloom?
29535
29536 In the mirror of the giltbordered pierglass the undecorated back of the
29537 dwarf tree regarded the upright back of the embalmed owl. Before
29538 the mirror the matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper with a clear
29539 melancholy wise bright motionless compassionate gaze regarded Bloom
29540 while Bloom with obscure tranquil profound motionless compassionated
29541 gaze regarded the matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle.
29542
29543
29544 What composite asymmetrical image in the mirror then attracted his
29545 attention?
29546
29547 The image of a solitary (ipsorelative) mutable (aliorelative) man.
29548
29549
29550 Why solitary (ipsorelative)?
29551
29552 _Brothers and sisters had he none. Yet that man's father was his
29553 grandfather's son._
29554
29555
29556 Why mutable (aliorelative)?
29557
29558 From infancy to maturity he had resembled his maternal procreatrix.
29559 From maturity to senility he would increasingly resemble his paternal
29560 procreator.
29561
29562
29563 What final visual impression was communicated to him by the mirror?
29564
29565 The optical reflection of several inverted volumes improperly arranged
29566 and not in the order of their common letters with scintillating titles
29567 on the two bookshelves opposite.
29568
29569
29570 Catalogue these books.
29571
29572 _Thom's Dublin Post Office Directory, 1886_. Denis Florence M'Carthy's
29573 _Poetical Works_ (copper beechleaf bookmark at p. 5). Shakespeare's
29574 _Works_ (dark crimson morocco, goldtooled).
29575
29576 _The Useful Ready Reckoner_ (brown cloth).
29577
29578 _The Secret History of the Court of Charles II_ (red cloth, tooled
29579 binding). _The Child's Guide_ (blue cloth).
29580
29581 _The Beauties of Killarney_ (wrappers).
29582
29583 _When We Were Boys_ by William O'Brien M. P. (green cloth, slightly
29584 faded, envelope bookmark at p. 217).
29585
29586 _Thoughts from Spinoza_ (maroon leather).
29587
29588 _The Story of the Heavens_ by Sir Robert Ball (blue cloth). Ellis's
29589 _Three Trips to Madagascar_ (brown cloth, title obliterated).
29590
29591 _The Stark-Munro Letters_ by A. Conan Doyle, property of the City of
29592 Dublin Public Library, 106 Capel street, lent 21 May (Whitsun Eve) 1904,
29593 due 4 June 1904, 13 days overdue (black cloth binding, bearing white
29594 letternumber ticket).
29595
29596 _Voyages in China_ by "Viator" (recovered with brown paper, red ink
29597 title).
29598
29599 _Philosophy of the Talmud_ (sewn pamphlet). Lockhart's _Life of
29600 Napoleon_ (cover wanting, marginal annotations, minimising victories,
29601 aggrandising defeats of the protagonist).
29602
29603 _Soll und Haben_ by Gustav Freytag (black boards, Gothic characters,
29604 cigarette coupon bookmark at p. 24). Hozier's _History of the
29605 Russo-Turkish War_ (brown cloth, a volumes, with gummed label, Garrison
29606 Library, Governor's Parade, Gibraltar, on verso of cover).
29607
29608 _Laurence Bloomfield in Ireland_ by William Allingham (second edition,
29609 green cloth, gilt trefoil design, previous owner's name on recto of
29610 flyleaf erased).
29611
29612 _A Handbook of Astronomy_ (cover, brown leather, detached, S plates,
29613 antique letterpress long primer, author's footnotes nonpareil, marginal
29614 clues brevier, captions small pica).
29615
29616 _The Hidden Life of Christ_ (black boards).
29617
29618 _In the Track of the Sun_ (yellow cloth, titlepage missing, recurrent
29619 title intestation).
29620
29621 _Physical Strength and How to Obtain It_ by Eugen Sandow (red cloth).
29622
29623 _Short but yet Plain Elements of Geometry_ written in French by F.
29624 Ignat. Pardies and rendered into English by John Harris D. D. London,
29625 printed for R. Knaplock at the Bifhop's Head, MDCCXI, with dedicatory
29626 epiftle to his worthy friend Charles Cox, efquire, Member of Parliament
29627 for the burgh of Southwark and having ink calligraphed statement on the
29628 flyleaf certifying that the book was the property of Michael Gallagher,
29629 dated this 10th day of May 1822 and requefting the perfon who should
29630 find it, if the book should be loft or go aftray, to reftore it to
29631 Michael Gallagher, carpenter, Dufery Gate, Ennifcorthy, county Wicklow,
29632 the fineft place in the world.
29633
29634
29635 What reflections occupied his mind during the process of reversion of
29636 the inverted volumes?
29637
29638 The necessity of order, a place for everything and everything in its
29639 place: the deficient appreciation of literature possessed by females:
29640 the incongruity of an apple incuneated in a tumbler and of an umbrella
29641 inclined in a closestool: the insecurity of hiding any secret document
29642 behind, beneath or between the pages of a book.
29643
29644
29645 Which volume was the largest in bulk?
29646
29647 Hozier's _History of the Russo-Turkish war._
29648
29649
29650 What among other data did the second volume of the work in question
29651 contain?
29652
29653 The name of a decisive battle (forgotten), frequently remembered by a
29654 decisive officer, major Brian Cooper Tweedy (remembered).
29655
29656
29657 Why, firstly and secondly, did he not consult the work in question?
29658
29659 Firstly, in order to exercise mnemotechnic: secondly, because after an
29660 interval of amnesia, when, seated at the central table, about to consult
29661 the work in question, he remembered by mnemotechnic the name of the
29662 military engagement, Plevna.
29663
29664
29665 What caused him consolation in his sitting posture?
29666
29667 The candour, nudity, pose, tranquility, youth, grace, sex, counsel of a
29668 statue erect in the centre of the table, an image of Narcissus purchased
29669 by auction from P. A. Wren, 9 Bachelor's Walk.
29670
29671
29672 What caused him irritation in his sitting posture? Inhibitory pressure
29673 of collar (size 17) and waistcoat (5 buttons), two articles of clothing
29674 superfluous in the costume of mature males and inelastic to alterations
29675 of mass by expansion.
29676
29677
29678 How was the irritation allayed?
29679
29680 He removed his collar, with contained black necktie and collapsible
29681 stud, from his neck to a position on the left of the table. He
29682 unbuttoned successively in reversed direction waistcoat, trousers, shirt
29683 and vest along the medial line of irregular incrispated black hairs
29684 extending in triangular convergence from the pelvic basin over the
29685 circumference of the abdomen and umbilicular fossicle along the medial
29686 line of nodes to the intersection of the sixth pectoral vertebrae,
29687 thence produced both ways at right angles and terminating in circles
29688 described about two equidistant points, right and left, on the summits
29689 of the mammary prominences. He unbraced successively each of six minus
29690 one braced trouser buttons, arranged in pairs, of which one incomplete.
29691
29692
29693 What involuntary actions followed?
29694
29695 He compressed between 2 fingers the flesh circumjacent to a cicatrice in
29696 the left infracostal region below the diaphragm resulting from a sting
29697 inflicted 2 weeks and 3 days previously (23 May 1904) by a bee.
29698 He scratched imprecisely with his right hand, though insensible of
29699 prurition, various points and surfaces of his partly exposed, wholly
29700 abluted skin. He inserted his left hand into the left lower pocket of
29701 his waistcoat and extracted and replaced a silver coin (I shilling),
29702 placed there (presumably) on the occasion (17 October 1903) of the
29703 interment of Mrs Emily Sinico, Sydney Parade.
29704
29705
29706 Compile the budget for 16 June 1904. DEBIT
29707
29708 1 Pork Kidney
29709 1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL
29710 1 Bath And Gratification
29711 Tramfare
29712 1 In Memoriam Patrick Dignam
29713 2 Banbury cakes
29714 1 Lunch
29715 1 Renewal fee for book
29716 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes
29717 1 Dinner and Gratification
29718 1 Postal Order and Stamp
29719 Tramfare
29720 1 Pig's Foot
29721 1 Sheep's Trotter
29722 1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate
29723 1 Square Soda Bread
29724 1 Coffee and Bun
29725 Loan (Stephen Dedalus) refunded
29726 BALANCE
29727
29728
29729 L. s. d.
29730 0--0--3
29731 0--0--1
29732 0--1--6
29733 0--0--1
29734 0--5--0
29735 0--0--1
29736 0--0--7
29737 0--1--0
29738 0--0--2
29739 0--2--0
29740 0--2--8
29741 0--0--1
29742 0--0--4
29743 0--0--3
29744 0--0--1
29745 0--0--4
29746 0--0--4
29747 1--7--0
29748 0-17--5
29749 2-19--3
29750 CREDIT
29751
29752 Cash in hand
29753 Commission recd. _Freeman's Journal_
29754 Loan (Stephen Dedalus)
29755
29756
29757
29758
29759
29760 L. s. d.
29761 0--4--9
29762 1--7--6
29763 1--7--0
29764
29765
29766
29767
29768
29769 2-19--3
29770
29771
29772
29773
29774 Did the process of divestiture continue?
29775
29776 Sensible of a benignant persistent ache in his footsoles he extended
29777 his foot to one side and observed the creases, protuberances and salient
29778 points caused by foot pressure in the course of walking repeatedly in
29779 several different directions, then, inclined, he disnoded the laceknots,
29780 unhooked and loosened the laces, took off each of his two boots for the
29781 second time, detached the partially moistened right sock through the
29782 fore part of which the nail of his great toe had again effracted, raised
29783 his right foot and, having unhooked a purple elastic sock suspender,
29784 took off his right sock, placed his unclothed right foot on the margin
29785 of the seat of his chair, picked at and gently lacerated the protruding
29786 part of the great toenail, raised the part lacerated to his nostrils and
29787 inhaled the odour of the quick, then, with satisfaction, threw away the
29788 lacerated ungual fragment.
29789
29790
29791 Why with satisfaction?
29792
29793 Because the odour inhaled corresponded to other odours inhaled of other
29794 ungual fragments, picked and lacerated by Master Bloom, pupil of Mrs
29795 Ellis's juvenile school, patiently each night in the act of brief
29796 genuflection and nocturnal prayer and ambitious meditation.
29797
29798
29799 In what ultimate ambition had all concurrent and consecutive ambitions
29800 now coalesced?
29801
29802 Not to inherit by right of primogeniture, gavelkind or borough English,
29803 or possess in perpetuity an extensive demesne of a sufficient number of
29804 acres, roods and perches, statute land measure (valuation 42 pounds), of
29805 grazing turbary surrounding a baronial hall with gatelodge and carriage
29806 drive nor, on the other hand, a terracehouse or semidetached villa,
29807 described as _Rus in Urbe_ or _Qui si sana_, but to purchase by private
29808 treaty in fee simple a thatched bungalowshaped 2 storey dwellinghouse of
29809 southerly aspect, surmounted by vane and lightning conductor, connected
29810 with the earth, with porch covered by parasitic plants (ivy or Virginia
29811 creeper), halldoor, olive green, with smart carriage finish and neat
29812 doorbrasses, stucco front with gilt tracery at eaves and gable, rising,
29813 if possible, upon a gentle eminence with agreeable prospect from balcony
29814 with stone pillar parapet over unoccupied and unoccupyable interjacent
29815 pastures and standing in 5 or 6 acres of its own ground, at such
29816 a distance from the nearest public thoroughfare as to render its
29817 houselights visible at night above and through a quickset hornbeam hedge
29818 of topiary cutting, situate at a given point not less than 1 statute
29819 mile from the periphery of the metropolis, within a time limit of not
29820 more than 15 minutes from tram or train line (e.g., Dundrum, south, or
29821 Sutton, north, both localities equally reported by trial to resemble the
29822 terrestrial poles in being favourable climates for phthisical subjects),
29823 the premises to be held under feefarm grant, lease 999 years, the
29824 messuage to consist of 1 drawingroom with baywindow (2 lancets),
29825 thermometer affixed, 1 sittingroom, 4 bedrooms, 2 servants' rooms, tiled
29826 kitchen with close range and scullery, lounge hall fitted with linen
29827 wallpresses, fumed oak sectional bookcase containing the Encyclopaedia
29828 Britannica and New Century Dictionary, transverse obsolete medieval and
29829 oriental weapons, dinner gong, alabaster lamp, bowl pendant, vulcanite
29830 automatic telephone receiver with adjacent directory, handtufted
29831 Axminster carpet with cream ground and trellis border, loo table with
29832 pillar and claw legs, hearth with massive firebrasses and ormolu mantel
29833 chronometer clock, guaranteed timekeeper with cathedral chime, barometer
29834 with hygrographic chart, comfortable lounge settees and corner fitments,
29835 upholstered in ruby plush with good springing and sunk centre, three
29836 banner Japanese screen and cuspidors (club style, rich winecoloured
29837 leather, gloss renewable with a minimum of labour by use of linseed
29838 oil and vinegar) and pyramidically prismatic central chandelier lustre,
29839 bentwood perch with fingertame parrot (expurgated language), embossed
29840 mural paper at 10/- per dozen with transverse swags of carmine floral
29841 design and top crown frieze, staircase, three continuous flights at
29842 successive right angles, of varnished cleargrained oak, treads and
29843 risers, newel, balusters and handrail, with steppedup panel dado,
29844 dressed with camphorated wax: bathroom, hot and cold supply, reclining
29845 and shower: water closet on mezzanine provided with opaque singlepane
29846 oblong window, tipup seat, bracket lamp, brass tierod and brace,
29847 armrests, footstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of door:
29848 ditto, plain: servants' apartments with separate sanitary and hygienic
29849 necessaries for cook, general and betweenmaid (salary, rising by
29850 biennial unearned increments of 2 pounds, with comprehensive fidelity
29851 insurance, annual bonus (1 pound) and retiring allowance (based on
29852 the 65 system) after 30 years' service), pantry, buttery, larder,
29853 refrigerator, outoffices, coal and wood cellarage with winebin (still
29854 and sparkling vintages) for distinguished guests, if entertained to
29855 dinner (evening dress), carbon monoxide gas supply throughout.
29856
29857
29858 What additional attractions might the grounds contain?
29859
29860 As addenda, a tennis and fives court, a shrubbery, a glass summerhouse
29861 with tropical palms, equipped in the best botanical manner, a rockery
29862 with waterspray, a beehive arranged on humane principles, oval
29863 flowerbeds in rectangular grassplots set with eccentric ellipses of
29864 scarlet and chrome tulips, blue scillas, crocuses, polyanthus, sweet
29865 William, sweet pea, lily of the valley (bulbs obtainable from sir James
29866 W. Mackey (Limited) wholesale and retail seed and bulb merchants and
29867 nurserymen, agents for chemical manures, 23 Sackville street, upper), an
29868 orchard, kitchen garden and vinery protected against illegal trespassers
29869 by glasstopped mural enclosures, a lumbershed with padlock for various
29870 inventoried implements.
29871
29872
29873 As?
29874
29875 Eeltraps, lobsterpots, fishingrods, hatchet, steelyard, grindstone,
29876 clodcrusher, swatheturner, carriagesack, telescope ladder, 10 tooth
29877 rake, washing clogs, haytedder, tumbling rake, billhook, paintpot,
29878 brush, hoe and so on.
29879
29880 What improvements might be subsequently introduced?
29881
29882 A rabbitry and fowlrun, a dovecote, a botanical conservatory, 2 hammocks
29883 (lady's and gentleman's), a sundial shaded and sheltered by laburnum
29884 or lilac trees, an exotically harmonically accorded Japanese tinkle
29885 gatebell affixed to left lateral gatepost, a capacious waterbutt,
29886 a lawnmower with side delivery and grassbox, a lawnsprinkler with
29887 hydraulic hose.
29888
29889
29890 What facilities of transit were desirable?
29891
29892 When citybound frequent connection by train or tram from their
29893 respective intermediate station or terminal. When countrybound
29894 velocipedes, a chainless freewheel roadster cycle with side basketcar
29895 attached, or draught conveyance, a donkey with wicker trap or smart
29896 phaeton with good working solidungular cob (roan gelding, 14 h).
29897
29898
29899 What might be the name of this erigible or erected residence?
29900
29901 Bloom Cottage. Saint Leopold's. Flowerville.
29902
29903
29904 Could Bloom of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom of Flowerville?
29905
29906 In loose allwool garments with Harris tweed cap, price 8/6, and useful
29907 garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcan, planting aligned
29908 young firtrees, syringing, pruning, staking, sowing hayseed, trundling a
29909 weedladen wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the scent
29910 of newmown hay, ameliorating the soil, multiplying wisdom, achieving
29911 longevity.
29912
29913
29914 What syllabus of intellectual pursuits was simultaneously possible?
29915
29916 Snapshot photography, comparative study of religions, folklore relative
29917 to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplation of the
29918 celestial constellations.
29919
29920
29921 What lighter recreations?
29922
29923 Outdoor: garden and fieldwork, cycling on level macadamised causeways
29924 ascents of moderately high hills, natation in secluded fresh water and
29925 unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge
29926 anchor on reaches free from weirs and rapids (period of estivation),
29927 vespertinal perambulation or equestrian circumprocession with inspection
29928 of sterile landscape and contrastingly agreeable cottagers' fires of
29929 smoking peat turves (period of hibernation). Indoor: discussion in
29930 tepid security of unsolved historical and criminal problems: lecture of
29931 unexpurgated exotic erotic masterpieces: house carpentry with toolbox
29932 containing hammer, awl nails, screws, tintacks, gimlet, tweezers,
29933 bullnose plane and turnscrew. Might he become a gentleman farmer of
29934 field produce and live stock?
29935
29936 Not impossibly, with 1 or 2 stripper cows, 1 pike of upland hay and
29937 requisite farming implements, e.g., an end-to-end churn, a turnip pulper
29938 etc.
29939
29940
29941 What would be his civic functions and social status among the county
29942 families and landed gentry?
29943
29944 Arranged successively in ascending powers of hierarchical order, that
29945 of gardener, groundsman, cultivator, breeder, and at the zenith of his
29946 career, resident magistrate or justice of the peace with a family crest
29947 and coat of arms and appropriate classical motto _(Semper paratus_),
29948 duly recorded in the court directory (Bloom, Leopold P., M. P., P. C.,
29949 K. P., L. L. D. (_honoris causa_), Bloomville, Dundrum) and mentioned in
29950 court and fashionable intelligence (Mr and Mrs Leopold Bloom have left
29951 Kingstown for England).
29952
29953
29954 What course of action did he outline for himself in such capacity?
29955
29956 A course that lay between undue clemency and excessive rigour:
29957 the dispensation in a heterogeneous society of arbitrary classes,
29958 incessantly rearranged in terms of greater and lesser social inequality,
29959 of unbiassed homogeneous indisputable justice, tempered with mitigants
29960 of the widest possible latitude but exactable to the uttermost farthing
29961 with confiscation of estate, real and personal, to the crown. Loyal to
29962 the highest constituted power in the land, actuated by an innate love of
29963 rectitude his aims would be the strict maintenance of public order,
29964 the repression of many abuses though not of all simultaneously (every
29965 measure of reform or retrenchment being a preliminary solution to be
29966 contained by fluxion in the final solution), the upholding of the letter
29967 of the law (common, statute and law merchant) against all traversers in
29968 covin and trespassers acting in contravention of bylaws and regulations,
29969 all resuscitators (by trespass and petty larceny of kindlings) of
29970 venville rights, obsolete by desuetude, all orotund instigators
29971 of international persecution, all perpetuators of international
29972 animosities, all menial molestors of domestic conviviality, all
29973 recalcitrant violators of domestic connubiality.
29974
29975
29976 Prove that he had loved rectitude from his earliest youth.
29977
29978 To Master Percy Apjohn at High School in 1880 he had divulged his
29979 disbelief in the tenets of the Irish (protestant) church (to which his
29980 father Rudolf Virag (later Rudolph Bloom) had been converted from the
29981 Israelitic faith and communion in 1865 by the Society for promoting
29982 Christianity among the jews) subsequently abjured by him in favour of
29983 Roman catholicism at the epoch of and with a view to his matrimony
29984 in 1888. To Daniel Magrane and Francis Wade in 1882 during a juvenile
29985 friendship (terminated by the premature emigration of the former) he
29986 had advocated during nocturnal perambulations the political theory of
29987 colonial (e.g. Canadian) expansion and the evolutionary theories of
29988 Charles Darwin, expounded in _The Descent of Man_ and _The Origin
29989 of Species_. In 1885 he had publicly expressed his adherence to the
29990 collective and national economic programme advocated by James Fintan
29991 Lalor, John Fisher Murray, John Mitchel, J. F. X. O'Brien and others,
29992 the agrarian policy of Michael Davitt, the constitutional agitation of
29993 Charles Stewart Parnell (M. P. for Cork City), the programme of
29994 peace, retrenchment and reform of William Ewart Gladstone (M. P. for
29995 Midlothian, N. B.) and, in support of his political convictions, had
29996 climbed up into a secure position amid the ramifications of a tree
29997 on Northumberland road to see the entrance (2 February 1888) into the
29998 capital of a demonstrative torchlight procession of 20,000 torchbearers,
29999 divided into 120 trade corporations, bearing 2000 torches in escort of
30000 the marquess of Ripon and (honest) John Morley.
30001
30002
30003 How much and how did he propose to pay for this country residence?
30004
30005 As per prospectus of the Industrious Foreign Acclimatised Nationalised
30006 Friendly Stateaided Building Society (incorporated 1874), a maximum
30007 of 60 pounds per annum, being 1/6 of an assured income, derived from
30008 giltedged securities, representing at 5 % simple interest on capital of
30009 1200 pounds (estimate of price at 20 years' purchase), of which to be
30010 paid on acquisition and the balance in the form of annual rent, viz. 800
30011 pounds plus 2 1/2 % interest on the same, repayable quarterly in equal
30012 annual instalments until extinction by amortisation of loan advanced for
30013 purchase within a period of 20 years, amounting to an annual rental of
30014 64 pounds, headrent included, the titledeeds to remain in possession
30015 of the lender or lenders with a saving clause envisaging forced sale,
30016 foreclosure and mutual compensation in the event of protracted failure
30017 to pay the terms assigned, otherwise the messuage to become the absolute
30018 property of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the period of years
30019 stipulated.
30020
30021
30022 What rapid but insecure means to opulence might facilitate immediate
30023 purchase?
30024
30025 A private wireless telegraph which would transmit by dot and dash system
30026 the result of a national equine handicap (flat or steeplechase) of I or
30027 more miles and furlongs won by an outsider at odds of 50 to 1 at 3 hr
30028 8 m p.m. at Ascot (Greenwich time), the message being received and
30029 available for betting purposes in Dublin at 2.59 p.m. (Dunsink time).
30030 The unexpected discovery of an object of great monetary value (precious
30031 stone, valuable adhesive or impressed postage stamps (7 schilling,
30032 mauve, imperforate, Hamburg, 1866: 4 pence, rose, blue paper, perforate,
30033 Great Britain, 1855: 1 franc, stone, official, rouletted, diagonal
30034 surcharge, Luxemburg, 1878), antique dynastical ring, unique relic) in
30035 unusual repositories or by unusual means: from the air (dropped by an
30036 eagle in flight), by fire (amid the carbonised remains of an incendiated
30037 edifice), in the sea (amid flotsam, jetsam, lagan and derelict), on
30038 earth (in the gizzard of a comestible fowl). A Spanish prisoner's
30039 donation of a distant treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged
30040 with a solvent banking corporation loo years previously at 5% compound
30041 interest of the collective worth of 5,000,000 pounds stg (five million
30042 pounds sterling). A contract with an inconsiderate contractee for the
30043 delivery of 32 consignments of some given commodity in consideration of
30044 cash payment on delivery per delivery at the initial rate of 1/4d to be
30045 increased constantly in the geometrical progression of 2 (1/4d, 1/2d,
30046 1d, 2d, 4d, 8d, 1s 4d, 2s 8d to 32 terms). A prepared scheme
30047 based on a study of the laws of probability to break the bank at Monte
30048 Carlo. A solution of the secular problem of the quadrature of the
30049 circle, government premium 1,000,000 pounds sterling.
30050
30051
30052 Was vast wealth acquirable through industrial channels?
30053
30054 The reclamation of dunams of waste arenary soil, proposed in the
30055 prospectus of Agendath Netaim, Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W. 15, by the
30056 cultivation of orange plantations and melonfields and reafforestation.
30057 The utilisation of waste paper, fells of sewer rodents, human excrement
30058 possessing chemical properties, in view of the vast production of the
30059 first, vast number of the second and immense quantity of the third,
30060 every normal human being of average vitality and appetite producing
30061 annually, cancelling byproducts of water, a sum total of 80 lbs. (mixed
30062 animal and vegetable diet), to be multiplied by 4,386,035, the total
30063 population of Ireland according to census returns of 1901.
30064
30065
30066 Were there schemes of wider scope?
30067
30068 A scheme to be formulated and submitted for approval to the harbour
30069 commissioners for the exploitation of white coal (hydraulic power),
30070 obtained by hydroelectric plant at peak of tide at Dublin bar or at
30071 head of water at Poulaphouca or Powerscourt or catchment basins of main
30072 streams for the economic production of 500,000 W. H. P. of electricity.
30073 A scheme to enclose the peninsular delta of the North Bull at Dollymount
30074 and erect on the space of the foreland, used for golf links and rifle
30075 ranges, an asphalted esplanade with casinos, booths, shooting galleries,
30076 hotels, boardinghouses, readingrooms, establishments for mixed bathing.
30077 A scheme for the use of dogvans and goatvans for the delivery of early
30078 morning milk. A scheme for the development of Irish tourist traffic in
30079 and around Dublin by means of petrolpropelled riverboats, plying in the
30080 fluvial fairway between Island bridge and Ringsend, charabancs, narrow
30081 gauge local railways, and pleasure steamers for coastwise navigation
30082 (10/- per person per day, guide (trilingual) included). A scheme for
30083 the repristination of passenger and goods traffics over Irish waterways,
30084 when freed from weedbeds. A scheme to connect by tramline the Cattle
30085 Market (North Circular road and Prussia street) with the quays (Sheriff
30086 street, lower, and East Wall), parallel with the Link line railway
30087 laid (in conjunction with the Great Southern and Western railway line)
30088 between the cattle park, Liffey junction, and terminus of Midland Great
30089 Western Railway 43 to 45 North
30090
30091 Wall, in proximity to the terminal stations or Dublin branches of Great
30092 Central Railway, Midland Railway of England, City of Dublin Steam Packet
30093 Company, Lancashire and Yorkshire Railway Company, Dublin and Glasgow
30094 Steam Packet Company, Glasgow, Dublin and Londonderry Steam Packet
30095 Company (Laird line), British and Irish Steam Packet Company, Dublin
30096 and Morecambe Steamers, London and North Western Railway Company, Dublin
30097 Port and Docks Board Landing Sheds and transit sheds of Palgrave, Murphy
30098 and Company, steamship owners, agents for steamers from Mediterranean,
30099 Spain, Portugal, France, Belgium and Holland and for Liverpool
30100 Underwriters' Association, the cost of acquired rolling stock for
30101 animal transport and of additional mileage operated by the Dublin United
30102 Tramways Company, limited, to be covered by graziers' fees.
30103
30104
30105 Positing what protasis would the contraction for such several schemes
30106 become a natural and necessary apodosis?
30107
30108 Given a guarantee equal to the sum sought, the support, by deed of
30109 gift and transfer vouchers during donor's lifetime or by bequest
30110 after donor's painless extinction, of eminent financiers (Blum Pasha,
30111 Rothschild Guggenheim, Hirsch, Montefiore, Morgan, Rockefeller)
30112 possessing fortunes in 6 figures, amassed during a successful life, and
30113 joining capital with opportunity the thing required was done.
30114
30115
30116 What eventuality would render him independent of such wealth?
30117
30118 The independent discovery of a goldseam of inexhaustible ore.
30119
30120
30121 For what reason did he meditate on schemes so difficult of realisation?
30122
30123 It was one of his axioms that similar meditations or the automatic
30124 relation to himself of a narrative concerning himself or tranquil
30125 recollection of the past when practised habitually before retiring for
30126 the night alleviated fatigue and produced as a result sound repose and
30127 renovated vitality.
30128
30129
30130 His justifications?
30131
30132 As a physicist he had learned that of the 70 years of complete human
30133 life at least 2/7, viz. 20 years are passed in sleep. As a philosopher
30134 he knew that at the termination of any allotted life only an
30135 infinitesimal part of any person's desires has been realised. As a
30136 physiologist he believed in the artificial placation of malignant
30137 agencies chiefly operative during somnolence.
30138
30139
30140 What did he fear?
30141
30142 The committal of homicide or suicide during sleep by an aberration
30143 of the light of reason, the incommensurable categorical intelligence
30144 situated in the cerebral convolutions.
30145
30146
30147 What were habitually his final meditations?
30148
30149 Of some one sole unique advertisement to cause passers to stop in
30150 wonder, a poster novelty, with all extraneous accretions excluded,
30151 reduced to its simplest and most efficient terms not exceeding the span
30152 of casual vision and congruous with the velocity of modern life.
30153
30154
30155 What did the first drawer unlocked contain?
30156
30157 A Vere Foster's handwriting copybook, property of Milly (Millicent)
30158 Bloom, certain pages of which bore diagram drawings, marked _Papli_,
30159 which showed a large globular head with 5 hairs erect, 2 eyes in
30160 profile, the trunk full front with 3 large buttons, 1 triangular foot: 2
30161 fading photographs of queen Alexandra of England and of Maud Branscombe,
30162 actress and professional beauty: a Yuletide card, bearing on it a
30163 pictorial representation of a parasitic plant, the legend _Mizpah_, the
30164 date Xmas 1892, the name of the senders: from Mr + Mrs M. Comerford, the
30165 versicle: _May this Yuletide bring to thee, Joy and peace and welcome
30166 glee_: a butt of red partly liquefied sealing wax, obtained from the
30167 stores department of Messrs Hely's, Ltd., 89, 90, and 91 Dame street:
30168 a box containing the remainder of a gross of gilt "J" pennibs, obtained
30169 from same department of same firm: an old sandglass which rolled
30170 containing sand which rolled: a sealed prophecy (never unsealed) written
30171 by Leopold Bloom in 1886 concerning the consequences of the passing into
30172 law of William Ewart Gladstone's Home Rule bill of 1886 (never passed
30173 into law): a bazaar ticket, no 2004, of S. Kevin's Charity Fair, price
30174 6d, 100 prizes: an infantile epistle, dated, small em monday, reading:
30175 capital pee Papli comma capital aitch How are you note of interrogation
30176 capital eye I am very well full stop new paragraph signature with
30177 flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a cameo brooch, property of Ellen
30178 Bloom (born Higgins), deceased: a cameo scarfpin, property of Rudolph
30179 Bloom (born Virag), deceased: 3 typewritten letters, addressee, Henry
30180 Flower, c/o. P. O. Westland Row, addresser, Martha Clifford, c/o. P. O.
30181 Dolphin's Barn: the transliterated name and address of the addresser
30182 of the 3 letters in reversed alphabetic boustrophedonic punctated
30183 quadrilinear cryptogram (vowels suppressed) N. IGS./WI. UU. OX/W. OKS.
30184 MH/Y. IM: a press cutting from an English weekly periodical _Modern
30185 Society_, subject corporal chastisement in girls' schools: a pink ribbon
30186 which had festooned an Easter egg in the year 1899: two partly uncoiled
30187 rubber preservatives with reserve pockets, purchased by post from Box
30188 32, P. O., Charing Cross, London, W. C.: 1 pack of 1 dozen creamlaid
30189 envelopes and feintruled notepaper, watermarked, now reduced by 3: some
30190 assorted Austrian-Hungarian coins: 2 coupons of the Royal and Privileged
30191 Hungarian Lottery: a lowpower magnifying glass: 2 erotic photocards
30192 showing a) buccal coition between nude senorita (rere presentation,
30193 superior position) and nude torero (fore presentation, inferior
30194 position) b) anal violation by male religious (fully clothed, eyes
30195 abject) of female religious (partly clothed, eyes direct), purchased by
30196 post from Box 32, P. O., Charing Cross, London, W. C.: a press cutting
30197 of recipe for renovation of old tan boots: a Id adhesive stamp,
30198 lavender, of the reign of Queen Victoria: a chart of the measurements
30199 of Leopold Bloom compiled before, during and after 2 months' consecutive
30200 use of Sandow-Whiteley's pulley exerciser (men's 15/-, athlete's 20/-)
30201 viz. chest 28 in and 29 1/2 in, biceps 9 in and 10 in, forearm 8 1/2 in
30202 and 9 in, thigh 10 in and 12 in, calf 11 in and 12 in: 1 prospectus of
30203 The Wonderworker, the world's greatest remedy for rectal complaints,
30204 direct from Wonderworker, Coventry House, South Place, London E C,
30205 addressed (erroneously) to Mrs L. Bloom with brief accompanying note
30206 commencing (erroneously): Dear Madam.
30207
30208
30209 Quote the textual terms in which the prospectus claimed advantages for
30210 this thaumaturgic remedy.
30211
30212 It heals and soothes while you sleep, in case of trouble in breaking
30213 wind, assists nature in the most formidable way, insuring instant relief
30214 in discharge of gases, keeping parts clean and free natural action, an
30215 initial outlay of 7/6 making a new man of you and life worth living.
30216 Ladies find Wonderworker especially useful, a pleasant surprise when
30217 they note delightful result like a cool drink of fresh spring water on
30218 a sultry summer's day. Recommend it to your lady and gentlemen friends,
30219 lasts a lifetime. Insert long round end. Wonderworker.
30220
30221
30222 Were there testimonials?
30223
30224 Numerous. From clergyman, British naval officer, wellknown author, city
30225 man, hospital nurse, lady, mother of five, absentminded beggar.
30226
30227
30228 How did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude?
30229
30230 What a pity the government did not supply our men with wonderworkers
30231 during the South African campaign! What a relief it would have been!
30232
30233
30234 What object did Bloom add to this collection of objects?
30235
30236 A 4th typewritten letter received by Henry Flower (let H. F. be L. B.)
30237 from Martha Clifford (find M. C.).
30238
30239
30240 What pleasant reflection accompanied this action?
30241
30242 The reflection that, apart from the letter in question, his magnetic
30243 face, form and address had been favourably received during the course of
30244 the preceding day by a wife (Mrs Josephine Breen, born Josie Powell),
30245 a nurse, Miss Callan (Christian name unknown), a maid, Gertrude (Gerty,
30246 family name unknown).
30247
30248
30249 What possibility suggested itself?
30250
30251 The possibility of exercising virile power of fascination in the not
30252 immediate future after an expensive repast in a private apartment in
30253 the company of an elegant courtesan, of corporal beauty, moderately
30254 mercenary, variously instructed, a lady by origin.
30255
30256
30257 What did the 2nd drawer contain?
30258
30259 Documents: the birth certificate of Leopold Paula Bloom: an endowment
30260 assurance policy of 500 pounds in the Scottish Widows' Assurance
30261 Society, intestated Millicent (Milly) Bloom, coming into force at 25
30262 years as with profit policy of 430 pounds, 462/10/0 and 500 pounds at
30263 60 years or death, 65 years or death and death, respectively, or
30264 with profit policy (paidup) of 299/10/0 together with cash payment of
30265 133/10/0, at option: a bank passbook issued by the Ulster Bank, College
30266 Green branch showing statement of a/c for halfyear ending 31 December
30267 1903, balance in depositor's favour: 18/14/6 (eighteen pounds, fourteen
30268 shillings and sixpence, sterling), net personalty: certificate of
30269 possession of 900 pounds, Canadian 4 percent (inscribed) government
30270 stock (free of stamp duty): dockets of the Catholic Cemeteries'
30271 (Glasnevin) Committee, relative to a graveplot purchased: a local press
30272 cutting concerning change of name by deedpoll.
30273
30274
30275 Quote the textual terms of this notice.
30276
30277 I, Rudolph Virag, now resident at no 52 Clanbrassil street, Dublin,
30278 formerly of Szombathely in the kingdom of Hungary, hereby give notice
30279 that I have assumed and intend henceforth upon all occasions and at all
30280 times to be known by the name of Rudolph Bloom.
30281
30282
30283 What other objects relative to Rudolph Bloom (born Virag) were in the
30284 2nd drawer?
30285
30286 An indistinct daguerreotype of Rudolf Virag and his father Leopold
30287 Virag executed in the year 1852 in the portrait atelier of their
30288 (respectively) 1st and 2nd cousin, Stefan Virag of Szesfehervar,
30289 Hungary. An ancient haggadah book in which a pair of hornrimmed convex
30290 spectacles inserted marked the passage of thanksgiving in the ritual
30291 prayers for Pessach (Passover): a photocard of the Queen's Hotel,
30292 Ennis, proprietor, Rudolph Bloom: an envelope addressed: _To My Dear Son
30293 Leopold_.
30294
30295
30296 What fractions of phrases did the lecture of those five whole words
30297 evoke?
30298
30299 Tomorrow will be a week that I received... it is no use Leopold to be
30300 ... with your dear mother... that is not more to stand... to her...
30301 all for me is out... be kind to Athos, Leopold... my dear son...
30302 always... of me... _das Herz... Gott... dein_...
30303
30304
30305 What reminiscences of a human subject suffering from progressive
30306 melancholia did these objects evoke in Bloom?
30307
30308 An old man, widower, unkempt of hair, in bed, with head covered,
30309 sighing: an infirm dog, Athos: aconite, resorted to by increasing doses
30310 of grains and scruples as a palliative of recrudescent neuralgia: the
30311 face in death of a septuagenarian, suicide by poison.
30312
30313
30314 Why did Bloom experience a sentiment of remorse?
30315
30316 Because in immature impatience he had treated with disrespect certain
30317 beliefs and practices.
30318
30319
30320 As?
30321
30322 The prohibition of the use of fleshmeat and milk at one meal: the
30323 hebdomadary symposium of incoordinately abstract, perfervidly concrete
30324 mercantile coexreligionist excompatriots: the circumcision of
30325 male infants: the supernatural character of Judaic scripture: the
30326 ineffability of the tetragrammaton: the sanctity of the sabbath.
30327
30328
30329 How did these beliefs and practices now appear to him?
30330
30331 Not more rational than they had then appeared, not less rational than
30332 other beliefs and practices now appeared.
30333
30334
30335 What first reminiscence had he of Rudolph Bloom (deceased)?
30336
30337 Rudolph Bloom (deceased) narrated to his son Leopold Bloom (aged 6) a
30338 retrospective arrangement of migrations and settlements in and between
30339 Dublin, London, Florence, Milan, Vienna, Budapest, Szombathely with
30340 statements of satisfaction (his grandfather having seen Maria Theresia,
30341 empress of Austria, queen of Hungary), with commercial advice (having
30342 taken care of pence, the pounds having taken care of themselves).
30343 Leopold Bloom (aged 6) had accompanied these narrations by constant
30344 consultation of a geographical map of Europe (political) and by
30345 suggestions for the establishment of affiliated business premises in the
30346 various centres mentioned.
30347
30348
30349 Had time equally but differently obliterated the memory of these
30350 migrations in narrator and listener?
30351
30352 In narrator by the access of years and in consequence of the use of
30353 narcotic toxin: in listener by the access of years and in consequence of
30354 the action of distraction upon vicarious experiences.
30355
30356
30357 What idiosyncracies of the narrator were concomitant products of
30358 amnesia?
30359
30360 Occasionally he ate without having previously removed his hat.
30361 Occasionally he drank voraciously the juice of gooseberry fool from an
30362 inclined plate. Occasionally he removed from his lips the traces of food
30363 by means of a lacerated envelope or other accessible fragment of paper.
30364
30365
30366 What two phenomena of senescence were more frequent?
30367
30368 The myopic digital calculation of coins, eructation consequent upon
30369 repletion.
30370
30371
30372 What object offered partial consolation for these reminiscences?
30373
30374 The endowment policy, the bank passbook, the certificate of the
30375 possession of scrip.
30376
30377
30378 Reduce Bloom by cross multiplication of reverses of fortune, from which
30379 these supports protected him, and by elimination of all positive values
30380 to a negligible negative irrational unreal quantity.
30381
30382 Successively, in descending helotic order: Poverty: that of the outdoor
30383 hawker of imitation jewellery, the dun for the recovery of bad and
30384 doubtful debts, the poor rate and deputy cess collector. Mendicancy:
30385 that of the fraudulent bankrupt with negligible assets paying 1s. 4d.
30386 in the pound, sandwichman, distributor of throwaways, nocturnal vagrant,
30387 insinuating sycophant, maimed sailor, blind stripling, superannuated
30388 bailiffs man, marfeast, lickplate, spoilsport, pickthank, eccentric
30389 public laughingstock seated on bench of public park under discarded
30390 perforated umbrella. Destitution: the inmate of Old Man's House (Royal
30391 Hospital) Kilmainham, the inmate of Simpson's Hospital for reduced but
30392 respectable men permanently disabled by gout or want of sight. Nadir of
30393 misery: the aged impotent disfranchised ratesupported moribund lunatic
30394 pauper.
30395
30396
30397 With which attendant indignities?
30398
30399 The unsympathetic indifference of previously amiable females, the
30400 contempt of muscular males, the acceptance of fragments of bread,
30401 the simulated ignorance of casual acquaintances, the latration of
30402 illegitimate unlicensed vagabond dogs, the infantile discharge of
30403 decomposed vegetable missiles, worth little or nothing, nothing or less
30404 than nothing.
30405
30406
30407 By what could such a situation be precluded?
30408
30409 By decease (change of state): by departure (change of place).
30410
30411
30412 Which preferably?
30413
30414 The latter, by the line of least resistance.
30415
30416
30417 What considerations rendered departure not entirely undesirable?
30418
30419 Constant cohabitation impeding mutual toleration of personal defects.
30420 The habit of independent purchase increasingly cultivated. The necessity
30421 to counteract by impermanent sojourn the permanence of arrest.
30422
30423
30424 What considerations rendered departure not irrational?
30425
30426 The parties concerned, uniting, had increased and multiplied, which
30427 being done, offspring produced and educed to maturity, the parties, if
30428 not disunited were obliged to reunite for increase and multiplication,
30429 which was absurd, to form by reunion the original couple of uniting
30430 parties, which was impossible.
30431
30432
30433 What considerations rendered departure desirable?
30434
30435 The attractive character of certain localities in Ireland and abroad,
30436 as represented in general geographical maps of polychrome design or
30437 in special ordnance survey charts by employment of scale numerals and
30438 hachures.
30439
30440
30441 In Ireland?
30442
30443 The cliffs of Moher, the windy wilds of Connemara, lough Neagh with
30444 submerged petrified city, the Giant's Causeway, Fort Camden and Fort
30445 Carlisle, the Golden Vale of Tipperary, the islands of Aran, the
30446 pastures of royal Meath, Brigid's elm in Kildare, the Queen's Island
30447 shipyard in Belfast, the Salmon Leap, the lakes of Killarney.
30448
30449
30450 Abroad?
30451
30452 Ceylon (with spicegardens supplying tea to Thomas Kernan, agent for
30453 Pulbrook, Robertson and Co, 2 Mincing Lane, London, E. C., 5 Dame
30454 street, Dublin), Jerusalem, the holy city (with mosque of Omar and gate
30455 of Damascus, goal of aspiration), the straits of Gibraltar (the unique
30456 birthplace of Marion Tweedy), the Parthenon (containing statues of nude
30457 Grecian divinities), the Wall street money market (which controlled
30458 international finance), the Plaza de Toros at La Linea, Spain (where
30459 O'Hara of the Camerons had slain the bull), Niagara (over which no human
30460 being had passed with impunity), the land of the Eskimos (eaters
30461 of soap), the forbidden country of Thibet (from which no traveller
30462 returns), the bay of Naples (to see which was to die), the Dead Sea.
30463
30464
30465 Under what guidance, following what signs?
30466
30467 At sea, septentrional, by night the polestar, located at the point of
30468 intersection of the right line from beta to alpha in Ursa Maior produced
30469 and divided externally at omega and the hypotenuse of the rightangled
30470 triangle formed by the line alpha omega so produced and the line alpha
30471 delta of Ursa Maior. On land, meridional, a bispherical moon, revealed
30472 in imperfect varying phases of lunation through the posterior interstice
30473 of the imperfectly occluded skirt of a carnose negligent perambulating
30474 female, a pillar of the cloud by day.
30475
30476
30477 What public advertisement would divulge the occultation of the departed?
30478
30479 5 pounds reward, lost, stolen or strayed from his residence 7 Eccles
30480 street, missing gent about 40, answering to the name of Bloom, Leopold
30481 (Poldy), height 5 ft 9 1/2 inches, full build, olive complexion, may
30482 have since grown a beard, when last seen was wearing a black suit. Above
30483 sum will be paid for information leading to his discovery.
30484
30485
30486 What universal binomial denominations would be his as entity and
30487 nonentity?
30488
30489 Assumed by any or known to none. Everyman or Noman.
30490
30491
30492 What tributes his?
30493
30494 Honour and gifts of strangers, the friends of Everyman. A nymph
30495 immortal, beauty, the bride of Noman.
30496
30497
30498 Would the departed never nowhere nohow reappear?
30499
30500 Ever he would wander, selfcompelled, to the extreme limit of his
30501 cometary orbit, beyond the fixed stars and variable suns and telescopic
30502 planets, astronomical waifs and strays, to the extreme boundary of
30503 space, passing from land to land, among peoples, amid events. Somewhere
30504 imperceptibly he would hear and somehow reluctantly, suncompelled, obey
30505 the summons of recall. Whence, disappearing from the constellation of
30506 the Northern Crown he would somehow reappear reborn above delta in the
30507 constellation of Cassiopeia and after incalculable eons of peregrination
30508 return an estranged avenger, a wreaker of justice on malefactors, a dark
30509 crusader, a sleeper awakened, with financial resources (by supposition)
30510 surpassing those of Rothschild or the silver king.
30511
30512
30513 What would render such return irrational?
30514
30515 An unsatisfactory equation between an exodus and return in time through
30516 reversible space and an exodus and return in space through irreversible
30517 time.
30518
30519
30520 What play of forces, inducing inertia, rendered departure undesirable?
30521
30522 The lateness of the hour, rendering procrastinatory: the obscurity
30523 of the night, rendering invisible: the uncertainty of thoroughfares,
30524 rendering perilous: the necessity for repose, obviating movement: the
30525 proximity of an occupied bed, obviating research: the anticipation of
30526 warmth (human) tempered with coolness (linen), obviating desire and
30527 rendering desirable: the statue of Narcissus, sound without echo,
30528 desired desire.
30529
30530
30531 What advantages were possessed by an occupied, as distinct from an
30532 unoccupied bed?
30533
30534 The removal of nocturnal solitude, the superior quality of human
30535 (mature female) to inhuman (hotwaterjar) calefaction, the stimulation of
30536 matutinal contact, the economy of mangling done on the premises in the
30537 case of trousers accurately folded and placed lengthwise between the
30538 spring mattress (striped) and the woollen mattress (biscuit section).
30539
30540
30541 What past consecutive causes, before rising preapprehended, of
30542 accumulated fatigue did Bloom, before rising, silently recapitulate?
30543
30544 The preparation of breakfast (burnt offering): intestinal congestion and
30545 premeditative defecation (holy of holies): the bath (rite of John): the
30546 funeral (rite of Samuel): the advertisement of Alexander Keyes (Urim and
30547 Thummim): the unsubstantial lunch (rite of Melchisedek): the visit to
30548 museum and national library (holy place): the bookhunt along Bedford
30549 row, Merchants' Arch, Wellington Quay (Simchath Torah): the music in the
30550 Ormond Hotel (Shira Shirim): the altercation with a truculent troglodyte
30551 in Bernard Kiernan's premises (holocaust): a blank period of time
30552 including a cardrive, a visit to a house of mourning, a leavetaking
30553 (wilderness): the eroticism produced by feminine exhibitionism (rite of
30554 Onan): the prolonged delivery of Mrs Mina Purefoy (heave offering):
30555 the visit to the disorderly house of Mrs Bella Cohen, 82 Tyrone
30556 street, lower and subsequent brawl and chance medley in Beaver street
30557 (Armageddon)--nocturnal perambulation to and from the cabman's shelter,
30558 Butt Bridge (atonement).
30559
30560
30561 What selfimposed enigma did Bloom about to rise in order to go so as to
30562 conclude lest he should not conclude involuntarily apprehend?
30563
30564 The cause of a brief sharp unforeseen heard loud lone crack emitted by
30565 the insentient material of a strainveined timber table.
30566
30567
30568 What selfinvolved enigma did Bloom risen, going, gathering multicoloured
30569 multiform multitudinous garments, voluntarily apprehending, not
30570 comprehend?
30571
30572 Who was M'Intosh?
30573
30574
30575 What selfevident enigma pondered with desultory constancy during 30
30576 years did Bloom now, having effected natural obscurity by the extinction
30577 of artificial light, silently suddenly comprehend?
30578
30579 Where was Moses when the candle went out?
30580
30581
30582 What imperfections in a perfect day did Bloom, walking, charged with
30583 collected articles of recently disvested male wearing apparel, silently,
30584 successively, enumerate?
30585
30586 A provisional failure to obtain renewal of an advertisement: to obtain
30587 a certain quantity of tea from Thomas Kernan (agent for Pulbrook,
30588 Robertson and Co, 5 Dame Street, Dublin, and 2 Mincing Lane, London E.
30589 C.): to certify the presence or absence of posterior rectal orifice in
30590 the case of Hellenic female divinities: to obtain admission (gratuitous
30591 or paid) to the performance of Leah by Mrs Bandmann Palmer at the Gaiety
30592 Theatre, 46, 47, 48, 49 South King street.
30593
30594
30595 What impression of an absent face did Bloom, arrested, silently recall?
30596
30597 The face of her father, the late Major Brian Cooper Tweedy, Royal Dublin
30598 Fusiliers, of Gibraltar and Rehoboth, Dolphin's Barn.
30599
30600
30601 What recurrent impressions of the same were possible by hypothesis?
30602
30603 Retreating, at the terminus of the Great Northern Railway, Amiens
30604 street, with constant uniform acceleration, along parallel lines
30605 meeting at infinity, if produced: along parallel lines, reproduced from
30606 infinity, with constant uniform retardation, at the terminus of the
30607 Great Northern Railway, Amiens street, returning.
30608
30609
30610 What miscellaneous effects of female personal wearing apparel were
30611 perceived by him?
30612
30613 A pair of new inodorous halfsilk black ladies' hose, a pair of new
30614 violet garters, a pair of outsize ladies' drawers of India mull, cut on
30615 generous lines, redolent of opoponax, jessamine and Muratti's Turkish
30616 cigarettes and containing a long bright steel safety pin, folded
30617 curvilinear, a camisole of batiste with thin lace border, an accordion
30618 underskirt of blue silk moirette, all these objects being disposed
30619 irregularly on the top of a rectangular trunk, quadruple battened,
30620 having capped corners, with multicoloured labels, initialled on its fore
30621 side in white lettering B. C. T. (Brian Cooper Tweedy).
30622
30623
30624 What impersonal objects were perceived?
30625
30626 A commode, one leg fractured, totally covered by square cretonne
30627 cutting, apple design, on which rested a lady's black straw hat.
30628 Orangekeyed ware, bought of Henry Price, basket, fancy goods, chinaware
30629 and ironmongery manufacturer, 21, 22, 23 Moore street, disposed
30630 irregularly on the washstand and floor and consisting of basin, soapdish
30631 and brushtray (on the washstand, together), pitcher and night article
30632 (on the floor, separate).
30633
30634
30635 Bloom's acts?
30636
30637 He deposited the articles of clothing on a chair, removed his remaining
30638 articles of clothing, took from beneath the bolster at the head of the
30639 bed a folded long white nightshirt, inserted his head and arms into the
30640 proper apertures of the nightshirt, removed a pillow from the head to
30641 the foot of the bed, prepared the bedlinen accordingly and entered the
30642 bed.
30643
30644
30645 How?
30646
30647 With circumspection, as invariably when entering an abode (his own or
30648 not his own): with solicitude, the snakespiral springs of the mattress
30649 being old, the brass quoits and pendent viper radii loose and tremulous
30650 under stress and strain: prudently, as entering a lair or ambush of
30651 lust or adders: lightly, the less to disturb: reverently, the bed of
30652 conception and of birth, of consummation of marriage and of breach of
30653 marriage, of sleep and of death.
30654
30655
30656 What did his limbs, when gradually extended, encounter?
30657
30658 New clean bedlinen, additional odours, the presence of a human form,
30659 female, hers, the imprint of a human form, male, not his, some crumbs,
30660 some flakes of potted meat, recooked, which he removed.
30661
30662
30663 If he had smiled why would he have smiled?
30664
30665 To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to
30666 enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if
30667 the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first,
30668 last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor
30669 alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.
30670
30671
30672 What preceding series?
30673
30674 Assuming Mulvey to be the first term of his series, Penrose, Bartell
30675 d'Arcy, professor Goodwin, Julius Mastiansky, John Henry Menton, Father
30676 Bernard Corrigan, a farmer at the Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show,
30677 Maggot O'Reilly, Matthew Dillon, Valentine Blake Dillon (Lord Mayor
30678 of Dublin), Christopher Callinan, Lenehan, an Italian organgrinder,
30679 an unknown gentleman in the Gaiety Theatre, Benjamin Dollard, Simon
30680 Dedalus, Andrew (Pisser) Burke, Joseph Cuffe, Wisdom Hely, Alderman John
30681 Hooper, Dr Francis Brady, Father Sebastian of Mount Argus, a bootblack
30682 at the General Post Office, Hugh E. (Blazes) Boylan and so each and so
30683 on to no last term.
30684
30685
30686 What were his reflections concerning the last member of this series and
30687 late occupant of the bed?
30688
30689 Reflections on his vigour (a bounder), corporal proportion (a
30690 billsticker), commercial ability (a bester), impressionability (a
30691 boaster).
30692
30693
30694 Why for the observer impressionability in addition to vigour, corporal
30695 proportion and commercial ability?
30696
30697 Because he had observed with augmenting frequency in the preceding
30698 members of the same series the same concupiscence, inflammably
30699 transmitted, first with alarm, then with understanding, then with
30700 desire, finally with fatigue, with alternating symptoms of epicene
30701 comprehension and apprehension.
30702
30703
30704 With what antagonistic sentiments were his subsequent reflections
30705 affected?
30706
30707 Envy, jealousy, abnegation, equanimity.
30708
30709
30710 Envy?
30711
30712 Of a bodily and mental male organism specially adapted for the
30713 superincumbent posture of energetic human copulation and energetic
30714 piston and cylinder movement necessary for the complete satisfaction of
30715 a constant but not acute concupiscence resident in a bodily and mental
30716 female organism, passive but not obtuse.
30717
30718
30719 Jealousy?
30720
30721 Because a nature full and volatile in its free state, was alternately
30722 the agent and reagent of attraction. Because attraction between agent(s)
30723 and reagent(s) at all instants varied, with inverse proportion of
30724 increase and decrease, with incessant circular extension and radial
30725 reentrance. Because the controlled contemplation of the fluctuation of
30726 attraction produced, if desired, a fluctuation of pleasure.
30727
30728
30729 Abnegation?
30730
30731 In virtue of a) acquaintance initiated in September 1903 in the
30732 establishment of George Mesias, merchant tailor and outfitter, 5 Eden
30733 Quay, b) hospitality extended and received in kind, reciprocated and
30734 reappropriated in person, c) comparative youth subject to impulses of
30735 ambition and magnanimity, colleagual altruism and amorous egoism, d)
30736 extraracial attraction, intraracial inhibition, supraracial prerogative,
30737 e) an imminent provincial musical tour, common current expenses, net
30738 proceeds divided.
30739
30740
30741 Equanimity?
30742
30743 As as natural as any and every natural act of a nature expressed or
30744 understood executed in natured nature by natural creatures in accordance
30745 with his, her and their natured natures, of dissimilar similarity.
30746 As not so calamitous as a cataclysmic annihilation of the planet in
30747 consequence of a collision with a dark sun. As less reprehensible than
30748 theft, highway robbery, cruelty to children and animals, obtaining money
30749 under false pretences, forgery, embezzlement, misappropriation of public
30750 money, betrayal of public trust, malingering, mayhem, corruption of
30751 minors, criminal libel, blackmail, contempt of court, arson, treason,
30752 felony, mutiny on the high seas, trespass, burglary, jailbreaking,
30753 practice of unnatural vice, desertion from armed forces in the field,
30754 perjury, poaching, usury, intelligence with the king's enemies,
30755 impersonation, criminal assault, manslaughter, wilful and premeditated
30756 murder. As not more abnormal than all other parallel processes of
30757 adaptation to altered conditions of existence, resulting in a reciprocal
30758 equilibrium between the bodily organism and its attendant circumstances,
30759 foods, beverages, acquired habits, indulged inclinations, significant
30760 disease. As more than inevitable, irreparable.
30761
30762
30763 Why more abnegation than jealousy, less envy than equanimity?
30764
30765 From outrage (matrimony) to outrage (adultery) there arose nought but
30766 outrage (copulation) yet the matrimonial violator of the matrimonially
30767 violated had not been outraged by the adulterous violator of the
30768 adulterously violated.
30769
30770
30771 What retribution, if any?
30772
30773 Assassination, never, as two wrongs did not make one right. Duel by
30774 combat, no. Divorce, not now. Exposure by mechanical artifice (automatic
30775 bed) or individual testimony (concealed ocular witnesses), not yet. Suit
30776 for damages by legal influence or simulation of assault with evidence of
30777 injuries sustained (selfinflicted), not impossibly. Hushmoney by moral
30778 influence possibly. If any, positively, connivance, introduction of
30779 emulation (material, a prosperous rival agency of publicity: moral,
30780 a successful rival agent of intimacy), depreciation, alienation,
30781 humiliation, separation protecting the one separated from the other,
30782 protecting the separator from both.
30783
30784
30785 By what reflections did he, a conscious reactor against the void of
30786 incertitude, justify to himself his sentiments?
30787
30788 The preordained frangibility of the hymen: the presupposed intangibility
30789 of the thing in itself: the incongruity and disproportion between
30790 the selfprolonging tension of the thing proposed to be done and the
30791 selfabbreviating relaxation of the thing done; the fallaciously inferred
30792 debility of the female: the muscularity of the male: the variations of
30793 ethical codes: the natural grammatical transition by inversion involving
30794 no alteration of sense of an aorist preterite proposition (parsed as
30795 masculine subject, monosyllabic onomatopoeic transitive verb with direct
30796 feminine object) from the active voice into its correlative aorist
30797 preterite proposition (parsed as feminine subject, auxiliary verb
30798 and quasimonosyllabic onomatopoeic past participle with complementary
30799 masculine agent) in the passive voice: the continued product of
30800 seminators by generation: the continual production of semen by
30801 distillation: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: the
30802 inanity of extolled virtue: the lethargy of nescient matter: the apathy
30803 of the stars.
30804
30805
30806 In what final satisfaction did these antagonistic sentiments and
30807 reflections, reduced to their simplest forms, converge?
30808
30809 Satisfaction at the ubiquity in eastern and western terrestrial
30810 hemispheres, in all habitable lands and islands explored or unexplored
30811 (the land of the midnight sun, the islands of the blessed, the isles of
30812 Greece, the land of promise), of adipose anterior and posterior female
30813 hemispheres, redolent of milk and honey and of excretory sanguine and
30814 seminal warmth, reminiscent of secular families of curves of amplitude,
30815 insusceptible of moods of impression or of contrarieties of expression,
30816 expressive of mute immutable mature animality.
30817
30818
30819 The visible signs of antesatisfaction?
30820
30821 An approximate erection: a solicitous adversion: a gradual elevation: a
30822 tentative revelation: a silent contemplation.
30823
30824
30825 Then?
30826
30827 He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each
30828 plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure
30829 prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation.
30830
30831
30832 The visible signs of postsatisfaction?
30833
30834 A silent contemplation: a tentative velation: a gradual abasement: a
30835 solicitous aversion: a proximate erection.
30836
30837
30838 What followed this silent action?
30839
30840 Somnolent invocation, less somnolent recognition, incipient excitation,
30841 catechetical interrogation.
30842
30843
30844 With what modifications did the narrator reply to this interrogation?
30845
30846 Negative: he omitted to mention the clandestine correspondence between
30847 Martha Clifford and Henry Flower, the public altercation at, in and
30848 in the vicinity of the licensed premises of Bernard Kiernan and Co,
30849 Limited, 8, 9 and 10 Little Britain street, the erotic provocation
30850 and response thereto caused by the exhibitionism of Gertrude (Gerty),
30851 surname unknown. Positive: he included mention of a performance by Mrs
30852 Bandmann Palmer of LEAH at the Gaiety Theatre, 46, 47, 48, 49 South King
30853 street, an invitation to supper at Wynn's (Murphy's) Hotel, 35, 36 and
30854 37 Lower Abbey street, a volume of peccaminous pornographical tendency
30855 entituled SWEETS OF SIN, anonymous author a gentleman of fashion, a
30856 temporary concussion caused by a falsely calculated movement in the
30857 course of a postcenal gymnastic display, the victim (since completely
30858 recovered) being Stephen Dedalus, professor and author, eldest surviving
30859 son of Simon Dedalus, of no fixed occupation, an aeronautical feat
30860 executed by him (narrator) in the presence of a witness, the professor
30861 and author aforesaid, with promptitude of decision and gymnastic
30862 flexibility.
30863
30864
30865 Was the narration otherwise unaltered by modifications?
30866
30867 Absolutely.
30868
30869
30870 Which event or person emerged as the salient point of his narration?
30871
30872 Stephen Dedalus, professor and author.
30873
30874
30875 What limitations of activity and inhibitions of conjugal rights were
30876 perceived by listener and narrator concerning themselves during the
30877 course of this intermittent and increasingly more laconic narration?
30878
30879 By the listener a limitation of fertility inasmuch as marriage had been
30880 celebrated 1 calendar month after the 18th anniversary of her birth (8
30881 September 1870), viz. 8 October, and consummated on the same date with
30882 female issue born 15 June 1889, having been anticipatorily consummated
30883 on the lo September of the same year and complete carnal intercourse,
30884 with ejaculation of semen within the natural female organ, having last
30885 taken place 5 weeks previous, viz. 27 November 1893, to the birth on 29
30886 December 1893 of second (and only male) issue, deceased 9 January 1894,
30887 aged 11 days, there remained a period of 10 years, 5 months and 18 days
30888 during which carnal intercourse had been incomplete, without ejaculation
30889 of semen within the natural female organ. By the narrator a limitation
30890 of activity, mental and corporal, inasmuch as complete mental
30891 intercourse between himself and the listener had not taken place since
30892 the consummation of puberty, indicated by catamenic hemorrhage, of the
30893 female issue of narrator and listener, 15 September 1903, there remained
30894 a period of 9 months and 1 day during which, in consequence of a
30895 preestablished natural comprehension in incomprehension between the
30896 consummated females (listener and issue), complete corporal liberty of
30897 action had been circumscribed.
30898
30899
30900 How?
30901
30902 By various reiterated feminine interrogation concerning the masculine
30903 destination whither, the place where, the time at which, the duration
30904 for which, the object with which in the case of temporary absences,
30905 projected or effected.
30906
30907
30908 What moved visibly above the listener's and the narrator's invisible
30909 thoughts?
30910
30911 The upcast reflection of a lamp and shade, an inconstant series of
30912 concentric circles of varying gradations of light and shadow.
30913
30914
30915 In what directions did listener and narrator lie?
30916
30917 Listener, S. E. by E.: Narrator, N. W. by W.: on the 53rd parallel
30918 of latitude, N., and 6th meridian of longitude, W.: at an angle of 45
30919 degrees to the terrestrial equator.
30920
30921
30922 In what state of rest or motion?
30923
30924 At rest relatively to themselves and to each other. In motion being each
30925 and both carried westward, forward and rereward respectively, by the
30926 proper perpetual motion of the earth through everchanging tracks of
30927 neverchanging space.
30928
30929
30930 In what posture?
30931
30932 Listener: reclined semilaterally, left, left hand under head, right
30933 leg extended in a straight line and resting on left leg, flexed, in the
30934 attitude of Gea-Tellus, fulfilled, recumbent, big with seed. Narrator:
30935 reclined laterally, left, with right and left legs flexed, the index
30936 finger and thumb of the right hand resting on the bridge of the nose, in
30937 the attitude depicted in a snapshot photograph made by Percy Apjohn, the
30938 childman weary, the manchild in the womb.
30939
30940
30941 Womb? Weary?
30942
30943 He rests. He has travelled.
30944
30945
30946 With?
30947
30948 Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and
30949 Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and
30950 Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad
30951 the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the
30952 Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer.
30953
30954
30955 When?
30956
30957 Going to dark bed there was a square round Sinbad the Sailor roc's auk's
30958 egg in the night of the bed of all the auks of the rocs of Darkinbad the
30959 Brightdayler.
30960
30961
30962 Where?
30963
30964
30965
30966 Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his
30967 breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the _City Arms_ hotel
30968 when he used to be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his
30969 highness to make himself interesting for that old faggot Mrs Riordan
30970 that he thought he had a great leg of and she never left us a farthing
30971 all for masses for herself and her soul greatest miser ever was actually
30972 afraid to lay out 4d for her methylated spirit telling me all her
30973 ailments she had too much old chat in her about politics and earthquakes
30974 and the end of the world let us have a bit of fun first God help the
30975 world if all the women were her sort down on bathingsuits and lownecks
30976 of course nobody wanted her to wear them I suppose she was pious because
30977 no man would look at her twice I hope Ill never be like her a wonder
30978 she didnt want us to cover our faces but she was a welleducated woman
30979 certainly and her gabby talk about Mr Riordan here and Mr Riordan there
30980 I suppose he was glad to get shut of her and her dog smelling my fur and
30981 always edging to get up under my petticoats especially then still I like
30982 that in him polite to old women like that and waiters and beggars too
30983 hes not proud out of nothing but not always if ever he got anything
30984 really serious the matter with him its much better for them to go into
30985 a hospital where everything is clean but I suppose Id have to dring it
30986 into him for a month yes and then wed have a hospital nurse next thing
30987 on the carpet have him staying there till they throw him out or a nun
30988 maybe like the smutty photo he has shes as much a nun as Im not yes
30989 because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want a woman
30990 to get well if his nose bleeds youd think it was O tragic and that
30991 dyinglooking one off the south circular when he sprained his foot at
30992 the choir party at the sugarloaf Mountain the day I wore that dress
30993 Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst old ones she could find at the
30994 bottom of the basket anything at all to get into a mans bedroom with
30995 her old maids voice trying to imagine he was dying on account of her to
30996 never see thy face again though he looked more like a man with his beard
30997 a bit grown in the bed father was the same besides I hate bandaging and
30998 dosing when he cut his toe with the razor paring his corns afraid hed
30999 get bloodpoisoning but if it was a thing I was sick then wed see what
31000 attention only of course the woman hides it not to give all the trouble
31001 they do yes he came somewhere Im sure by his appetite anyway love its
31002 not or hed be off his feed thinking of her so either it was one of those
31003 night women if it was down there he was really and the hotel story he
31004 made up a pack of lies to hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I
31005 meet ah yes I met do you remember Menton and who else who let me see
31006 that big babbyface I saw him and he not long married flirting with a
31007 young girl at Pooles Myriorama and turned my back on him when he slinked
31008 out looking quite conscious what harm but he had the impudence to make
31009 up to me one time well done to him mouth almighty and his boiled eyes of
31010 all the big stupoes I ever met and thats called a solicitor only for
31011 I hate having a long wrangle in bed or else if its not that its some
31012 little bitch or other he got in with somewhere or picked up on the
31013 sly if they only knew him as well as I do yes because the day before
31014 yesterday he was scribbling something a letter when I came into the
31015 front room to show him Dignams death in the paper as if something told
31016 me and he covered it up with the blottingpaper pretending to be thinking
31017 about business so very probably that was it to somebody who thinks
31018 she has a softy in him because all men get a bit like that at his age
31019 especially getting on to forty he is now so as to wheedle any money she
31020 can out of him no fool like an old fool and then the usual kissing my
31021 bottom was to hide it not that I care two straws now who he does it with
31022 or knew before that way though Id like to find out so long as I dont
31023 have the two of them under my nose all the time like that slut that Mary
31024 we had in Ontario terrace padding out her false bottom to excite him bad
31025 enough to get the smell of those painted women off him once or twice
31026 I had a suspicion by getting him to come near me when I found the
31027 long hair on his coat without that one when I went into the kitchen
31028 pretending he was drinking water 1 woman is not enough for them it was
31029 all his fault of course ruining servants then proposing that she could
31030 eat at our table on Christmas day if you please O no thank you not in my
31031 house stealing my potatoes and the oysters 2/6 per doz going out to see
31032 her aunt if you please common robbery so it was but I was sure he had
31033 something on with that one it takes me to find out a thing like that he
31034 said you have no proof it was her proof O yes her aunt was very fond of
31035 oysters but I told her what I thought of her suggesting me to go out to
31036 be alone with her I wouldnt lower myself to spy on them the garters I
31037 found in her room the Friday she was out that was enough for me a little
31038 bit too much her face swelled up on her with temper when I gave her her
31039 weeks notice I saw to that better do without them altogether do out the
31040 rooms myself quicker only for the damn cooking and throwing out the dirt
31041 I gave it to him anyhow either she or me leaves the house I couldnt even
31042 touch him if I thought he was with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven
31043 like that one denying it up to my face and singing about the place in
31044 the W C too because she knew she was too well off yes because he couldnt
31045 possibly do without it that long so he must do it somewhere and the last
31046 time he came on my bottom when was it the night Boylan gave my hand a
31047 great squeeze going along by the Tolka in my hand there steals another
31048 I just pressed the back of his like that with my thumb to squeeze back
31049 singing the young May moon shes beaming love because he has an idea
31050 about him and me hes not such a fool he said Im dining out and going to
31051 the Gaiety though Im not going to give him the satisfaction in any case
31052 God knows hes a change in a way not to be always and ever wearing the
31053 same old hat unless I paid some nicelooking boy to do it since I cant do
31054 it myself a young boy would like me Id confuse him a little alone with
31055 him if we were Id let him see my garters the new ones and make him turn
31056 red looking at him seduce him I know what boys feel with that down
31057 on their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the thing by the hour
31058 question and answer would you do this that and the other with the
31059 coalman yes with a bishop yes I would because I told him about some dean
31060 or bishop was sitting beside me in the jews temples gardens when I was
31061 knitting that woollen thing a stranger to Dublin what place was it and
31062 so on about the monuments and he tired me out with statues encouraging
31063 him making him worse than he is who is in your mind now tell me who are
31064 you thinking of who is it tell me his name who tell me who the german
31065 Emperor is it yes imagine Im him think of him can you feel him trying to
31066 make a whore of me what he never will he ought to give it up now at this
31067 age of his life simply ruination for any woman and no satisfaction in it
31068 pretending to like it till he comes and then finish it off myself anyway
31069 and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all with
31070 all the talk of the world about it people make its only the first time
31071 after that its just the ordinary do it and think no more about it why
31072 cant you kiss a man without going and marrying him first you sometimes
31073 love to wildly when you feel that way so nice all over you you cant help
31074 yourself I wish some man or other would take me sometime when hes there
31075 and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like a kiss long and hot down to
31076 your soul almost paralyses you then I hate that confession when I used
31077 to go to Father Corrigan he touched me father and what harm if he did
31078 where and I said on the canal bank like a fool but whereabouts on your
31079 person my child on the leg behind high up was it yes rather high up was
31080 it where you sit down yes O Lord couldnt he say bottom right out and
31081 have done with it what has that got to do with it and did you whatever
31082 way he put it I forget no father and I always think of the real father
31083 what did he want to know for when I already confessed it to God he had
31084 a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt mind feeling it neither
31085 would he Id say by the bullneck in his horsecollar I wonder did he know
31086 me in the box I could see his face he couldnt see mine of course hed
31087 never turn or let on still his eyes were red when his father died theyre
31088 lost for a woman of course must be terrible when a man cries let alone
31089 them Id like to be embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of
31090 incense off him like the pope besides theres no danger with a priest if
31091 youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to H
31092 H the pope for a penance I wonder was he satisfied with me one thing I
31093 didnt like his slapping me behind going away so familiarly in the hall
31094 though I laughed Im not a horse or an ass am I I suppose he was thinking
31095 of his fathers I wonder is he awake thinking of me or dreaming am I in
31096 it who gave him that flower he said he bought he smelt of some kind of
31097 drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of paste they stick
31098 their bills up with some liqueur Id like to sip those richlooking green
31099 and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the
31100 opera hats I tasted once with my finger dipped out of that American that
31101 had the squirrel talking stamps with father he had all he could do to
31102 keep himself from falling asleep after the last time after we took the
31103 port and potted meat it had a fine salty taste yes because I felt lovely
31104 and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a top the moment I popped
31105 straight into bed till that thunder woke me up God be merciful to us
31106 I thought the heavens were coming down about us to punish us when I
31107 blessed myself and said a Hail Mary like those awful thunderbolts in
31108 Gibraltar as if the world was coming to an end and then they come and
31109 tell you theres no God what could you do if it was running and rushing
31110 about nothing only make an act of contrition the candle I lit that
31111 evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the month of May see it brought
31112 its luck though hed scoff if he heard because he never goes to church
31113 mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey
31114 matter because he doesnt know what it is to have one yes when I lit the
31115 lamp because he must have come 3 or 4 times with that tremendous big red
31116 brute of a thing he has I thought the vein or whatever the dickens they
31117 call it was going to burst though his nose is not so big after I took
31118 off all my things with the blinds down after my hours dressing and
31119 perfuming and combing it like iron or some kind of a thick crowbar
31120 standing all the time he must have eaten oysters I think a few dozen he
31121 was in great singing voice no I never in all my life felt anyone had
31122 one the size of that to make you feel full up he must have eaten a whole
31123 sheep after whats the idea making us like that with a big hole in the
31124 middle of us or like a Stallion driving it up into you because thats all
31125 they want out of you with that determined vicious look in his eye I had
31126 to halfshut my eyes still he hasnt such a tremendous amount of spunk in
31127 him when I made him pull out and do it on me considering how big it is
31128 so much the better in case any of it wasnt washed out properly the last
31129 time I let him finish it in me nice invention they made for women for
31130 him to get all the pleasure but if someone gave them a touch of it
31131 themselves theyd know what I went through with Milly nobody would
31132 believe cutting her teeth too and Mina Purefoys husband give us a swing
31133 out of your whiskers filling her up with a child or twins once a year
31134 as regular as the clock always with a smell of children off her the one
31135 they called budgers or something like a nigger with a shock of hair on
31136 it Jesusjack the child is a black the last time I was there a squad of
31137 them falling over one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears
31138 supposed to be healthy not satisfied till they have us swollen out like
31139 elephants or I dont know what supposing I risked having another not off
31140 him though still if he was married Im sure hed have a fine strong child
31141 but I dont know Poldy has more spunk in him yes thatd be awfully jolly
31142 I suppose it was meeting Josie Powell and the funeral and thinking about
31143 me and Boylan set him off well he can think what he likes now if thatll
31144 do him any good I know they were spooning a bit when I came on the scene
31145 he was dancing and sitting out with her the night of Georgina Simpsons
31146 housewarming and then he wanted to ram it down my neck it was on account
31147 of not liking to see her a wallflower that was why we had the standup
31148 row over politics he began it not me when he said about Our Lord being a
31149 carpenter at last he made me cry of course a woman is so sensitive about
31150 everything I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for I knew
31151 he was gone on me and the first socialist he said He was he annoyed me
31152 so much I couldnt put him into a temper still he knows a lot of mixedup
31153 things especially about the body and the inside I often wanted to study
31154 up that myself what we have inside us in that family physician I could
31155 always hear his voice talking when the room was crowded and watch him
31156 after that I pretended I had a coolness on with her over him because he
31157 used to be a bit on the jealous side whenever he asked who are you going
31158 to and I said over to Floey and he made me the present of Byron's poems
31159 and the three pairs of gloves so that finished that I could quite easily
31160 get him to make it up any time I know how Id even supposing he got in
31161 with her again and was going out to see her somewhere Id know if he
31162 refused to eat the onions I know plenty of ways ask him to tuck down the
31163 collar of my blouse or touch him with my veil and gloves on going out I
31164 kiss then would send them all spinning however alright well see then let
31165 him go to her she of course would only be too delighted to pretend shes
31166 mad in love with him that I wouldnt so much mind Id just go to her and
31167 ask her do you love him and look her square in the eyes she couldnt fool
31168 me but he might imagine he was and make a declaration to her with his
31169 plabbery kind of a manner like he did to me though I had the devils own
31170 job to get it out of him though I liked him for that it showed he could
31171 hold in and wasnt to be got for the asking he was on the pop of asking
31172 me too the night in the kitchen I was rolling the potato cake theres
31173 something I want to say to you only for I put him off letting on I was
31174 in a temper with my hands and arms full of pasty flour in any case I let
31175 out too much the night before talking of dreams so I didnt want to let
31176 him know more than was good for him she used to be always embracing me
31177 Josie whenever he was there meaning him of course glauming me over and
31178 when I said I washed up and down as far as possible asking me and did
31179 you wash possible the women are always egging on to that putting it on
31180 thick when hes there they know by his sly eye blinking a bit putting on
31181 the indifferent when they come out with something the kind he is what
31182 spoils him I dont wonder in the least because he was very handsome at
31183 that time trying to look like Lord Byron I said I liked though he
31184 was too beautiful for a man and he was a little before we got engaged
31185 afterwards though she didnt like it so much the day I was in fits of
31186 laughing with the giggles I couldnt stop about all my hairpins falling
31187 out one after another with the mass of hair I had youre always in great
31188 humour she said yes because it grigged her because she knew what it
31189 meant because I used to tell her a good bit of what went on between us
31190 not all but just enough to make her mouth water but that wasnt my fault
31191 she didnt darken the door much after we were married I wonder what shes
31192 got like now after living with that dotty husband of hers she had her
31193 face beginning to look drawn and run down the last time I saw her she
31194 must have been just after a row with him because I saw on the moment she
31195 was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about him
31196 to run him down what was it she told me O yes that sometimes he used to
31197 go to bed with his muddy boots on when the maggot takes him just imagine
31198 having to get into bed with a thing like that that might murder you
31199 any moment what a man well its not the one way everyone goes mad Poldy
31200 anyhow whatever he does always wipes his feet on the mat when he comes
31201 in wet or shine and always blacks his own boots too and he always takes
31202 off his hat when he comes up in the street like then and now hes going
31203 about in his slippers to look for 10000 pounds for a postcard U p up
31204 O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing like that simply bore you stiff to
31205 extinction actually too stupid even to take his boots off now what
31206 could you make of a man like that Id rather die 20 times over than marry
31207 another of their sex of course hed never find another woman like me to
31208 put up with him the way I do know me come sleep with me yes and he knows
31209 that too at the bottom of his heart take that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned
31210 her husband for what I wonder in love with some other man yes it was
31211 found out on her wasnt she the downright villain to go and do a thing
31212 like that of course some men can be dreadfully aggravating drive you mad
31213 and always the worst word in the world what do they ask us to marry them
31214 for if were so bad as all that comes to yes because they cant get on
31215 without us white Arsenic she put in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I
31216 wonder why they call it that if I asked him hed say its from the Greek
31217 leave us as wise as we were before she must have been madly in love with
31218 the other fellow to run the chance of being hanged O she didnt care if
31219 that was her nature what could she do besides theyre not brutes enough
31220 to go and hang a woman surely are they
31221
31222 theyre all so different Boylan talking about the shape of my foot he
31223 noticed at once even before he was introduced when I was in the D B C
31224 with Poldy laughing and trying to listen I was waggling my foot we both
31225 ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw him looking with his
31226 two old maids of sisters when I stood up and asked the girl where it was
31227 what do I care with it dropping out of me and that black closed breeches
31228 he made me buy takes you half an hour to let them down wetting all
31229 myself always with some brandnew fad every other week such a long one I
31230 did I forgot my suede gloves on the seat behind that I never got after
31231 some robber of a woman and he wanted me to put it in the Irish times
31232 lost in the ladies lavatory D B C Dame street finder return to Mrs
31233 Marion Bloom and I saw his eyes on my feet going out through the turning
31234 door he was looking when I looked back and I went there for tea 2 days
31235 after in the hope but he wasnt now how did that excite him because I was
31236 crossing them when we were in the other room first he meant the shoes
31237 that are too tight to walk in my hand is nice like that if I only had a
31238 ring with the stone for my month a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for one
31239 and a gold bracelet I dont like my foot so much still I made him spend
31240 once with my foot the night after Goodwins botchup of a concert so cold
31241 and windy it was well we had that rum in the house to mull and the fire
31242 wasnt black out when he asked to take off my stockings lying on the
31243 hearthrug in Lombard street west and another time it was my muddy boots
31244 hed like me to walk in all the horses dung I could find but of course
31245 hes not natural like the rest of the world that I what did he say I
31246 could give 9 points in 10 to Katty Lanner and beat her what does that
31247 mean I asked him I forget what he said because the stoppress edition
31248 just passed and the man with the curly hair in the Lucan dairy thats so
31249 polite I think I saw his face before somewhere I noticed him when I was
31250 tasting the butter so I took my time Bartell dArcy too that he used to
31251 make fun of when he commenced kissing me on the choir stairs after I
31252 sang Gounods _Ave Maria_ what are we waiting for O my heart kiss me
31253 straight on the brow and part which is my brown part he was pretty hot
31254 for all his tinny voice too my low notes he was always raving about if
31255 you can believe him I liked the way he used his mouth singing then he
31256 said wasnt it terrible to do that there in a place like that I dont see
31257 anything so terrible about it Ill tell him about that some day not now
31258 and surprise him ay and Ill take him there and show him the very place
31259 too we did it so now there you are like it or lump it he thinks nothing
31260 can happen without him knowing he hadnt an idea about my mother till we
31261 were engaged otherwise hed never have got me so cheap as he did he was
31262 lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to give him a tiny bit cut off
31263 my drawers that was the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed
31264 me in the eye of my glove and I had to take it off asking me questions
31265 is it permitted to enquire the shape of my bedroom so I let him keep it
31266 as if I forgot it to think of me when I saw him slip it into his pocket
31267 of course hes mad on the subject of drawers thats plain to be seen
31268 always skeezing at those brazenfaced things on the bicycles with their
31269 skirts blowing up to their navels even when Milly and I were out with
31270 him at the open air fete that one in the cream muslin standing right
31271 against the sun so he could see every atom she had on when he saw me
31272 from behind following in the rain I saw him before he saw me however
31273 standing at the corner of the Harolds cross road with a new raincoat on
31274 him with the muffler in the Zingari colours to show off his complexion
31275 and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual what was he doing there
31276 where hed no business they can go and get whatever they like from
31277 anything at all with a skirt on it and were not to ask any questions but
31278 they want to know where were you where are you going I could feel him
31279 coming along skulking after me his eyes on my neck he had been keeping
31280 away from the house he felt it was getting too warm for him so I
31281 halfturned and stopped then he pestered me to say yes till I took off my
31282 glove slowly watching him he said my openwork sleeves were too cold for
31283 the rain anything for an excuse to put his hand anear me drawers drawers
31284 the whole blessed time till I promised to give him the pair off my doll
31285 to carry about in his waistcoat pocket _O Maria Santisima_ he did look
31286 a big fool dreeping in the rain splendid set of teeth he had made me
31287 hungry to look at them and beseeched of me to lift the orange petticoat
31288 I had on with the sunray pleats that there was nobody he said hed kneel
31289 down in the wet if I didnt so persevering he would too and ruin his new
31290 raincoat you never know what freak theyd take alone with you theyre so
31291 savage for it if anyone was passing so I lifted them a bit and touched
31292 his trousers outside the way I used to Gardner after with my ring hand
31293 to keep him from doing worse where it was too public I was dying to find
31294 out was he circumcised he was shaking like a jelly all over they want
31295 to do everything too quick take all the pleasure out of it and father
31296 waiting all the time for his dinner he told me to say I left my purse in
31297 the butchers and had to go back for it what a Deceiver then he wrote me
31298 that letter with all those words in it how could he have the face to any
31299 woman after his company manners making it so awkward after when we met
31300 asking me have I offended you with my eyelids down of course he saw I
31301 wasnt he had a few brains not like that other fool Henny Doyle he was
31302 always breaking or tearing something in the charades I hate an unlucky
31303 man and if I knew what it meant of course I had to say no for form sake
31304 dont understand you I said and wasnt it natural so it is of course
31305 it used to be written up with a picture of a womans on that wall in
31306 Gibraltar with that word I couldnt find anywhere only for children
31307 seeing it too young then writing every morning a letter sometimes twice
31308 a day I liked the way he made love then he knew the way to take a woman
31309 when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine was the 8th then I wrote
31310 the night he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt describe it
31311 simply it makes you feel like nothing on earth but he never knew how to
31312 embrace well like Gardner I hope hell come on Monday as he said at the
31313 same time four I hate people who come at all hours answer the door you
31314 think its the vegetables then its somebody and you all undressed or
31315 the door of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the day old frostyface
31316 Goodwin called about the concert in Lombard street and I just after
31317 dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at me
31318 professor I had to say Im a fright yes but he was a real old gent in his
31319 way it was impossible to be more respectful nobody to say youre out you
31320 have to peep out through the blind like the messengerboy today I thought
31321 it was a putoff first him sending the port and the peaches first and I
31322 was just beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was trying to make a
31323 fool of me when I knew his tattarrattat at the door he must have been
31324 a bit late because it was l/4 after 3 when I saw the 2 Dedalus girls
31325 coming from school I never know the time even that watch he gave me
31326 never seems to go properly Id want to get it looked after when I threw
31327 the penny to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I was
31328 whistling there is a charming girl I love and I hadnt even put on my
31329 clean shift or powdered myself or a thing then this day week were to go
31330 to Belfast just as well he has to go to Ennis his fathers anniversary
31331 the 27th it wouldnt be pleasant if he did suppose our rooms at the hotel
31332 were beside each other and any fooling went on in the new bed I couldnt
31333 tell him to stop and not bother me with him in the next room or perhaps
31334 some protestant clergyman with a cough knocking on the wall then hed
31335 never believe the next day we didnt do something its all very well a
31336 husband but you cant fool a lover after me telling him we never did
31337 anything of course he didnt believe me no its better hes going where
31338 he is besides something always happens with him the time going to the
31339 Mallow concert at Maryborough ordering boiling soup for the two of
31340 us then the bell rang out he walks down the platform with the soup
31341 splashing about taking spoonfuls of it hadnt he the nerve and the waiter
31342 after him making a holy show of us screeching and confusion for the
31343 engine to start but he wouldnt pay till he finished it the two gentlemen
31344 in the 3rd class carriage said he was quite right so he was too hes so
31345 pigheaded sometimes when he gets a thing into his head a good job he was
31346 able to open the carriage door with his knife or theyd have taken us on
31347 to Cork I suppose that was done out of revenge on him O I love jaunting
31348 in a train or a car with lovely soft cushions I wonder will he take
31349 a 1st class for me he might want to do it in the train by tipping the
31350 guard well O I suppose therell be the usual idiots of men gaping at
31351 us with their eyes as stupid as ever they can possibly be that was an
31352 exceptional man that common workman that left us alone in the carriage
31353 that day going to Howth Id like to find out something about him l or 2
31354 tunnels perhaps then you have to look out of the window all the nicer
31355 then coming back suppose I never came back what would they say eloped
31356 with him that gets you on on the stage the last concert I sang at where
31357 its over a year ago when was it St Teresas hall Clarendon St little
31358 chits of missies they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her like
31359 on account of father being in the army and my singing the absentminded
31360 beggar and wearing a brooch for Lord Roberts when I had the map of it
31361 all and Poldy not Irish enough was it him managed it this time I wouldnt
31362 put it past him like he got me on to sing in the _Stabat Mater_ by going
31363 around saying he was putting Lead Kindly Light to music I put him up to
31364 that till the jesuits found out he was a freemason thumping the piano
31365 lead Thou me on copied from some old opera yes and he was going about
31366 with some of them Sinner Fein lately or whatever they call themselves
31367 talking his usual trash and nonsense he says that little man he showed
31368 me without the neck is very intelligent the coming man Griffiths is he
31369 well he doesnt look it thats all I can say still it must have been him
31370 he knew there was a boycott I hate the mention of their politics after
31371 the war that Pretoria and Ladysmith and Bloemfontein where Gardner lieut
31372 Stanley G 8th Bn 2nd East Lancs Rgt of enteric fever he was a lovely
31373 fellow in khaki and just the right height over me Im sure he was brave
31374 too he said I was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the canal lock
31375 my Irish beauty he was pale with excitement about going away or wed be
31376 seen from the road he couldnt stand properly and I so hot as I never
31377 felt they could have made their peace in the beginning or old oom Paul
31378 and the rest of the other old Krugers go and fight it out between them
31379 instead of dragging on for years killing any finelooking men there were
31380 with their fever if he was even decently shot it wouldnt have been so
31381 bad I love to see a regiment pass in review the first time I saw the
31382 Spanish cavalry at La Roque it was lovely after looking across the bay
31383 from Algeciras all the lights of the rock like fireflies or those sham
31384 battles on the 15 acres the Black Watch with their kilts in time at the
31385 march past the 10th hussars the prince of Wales own or the lancers O the
31386 lancers theyre grand or the Dublins that won Tugela his father made his
31387 money over selling the horses for the cavalry well he could buy me a
31388 nice present up in Belfast after what I gave him theyve lovely linen up
31389 there or one of those nice kimono things I must buy a mothball like I
31390 had before to keep in the drawer with them it would be exciting going
31391 round with him shopping buying those things in a new city better leave
31392 this ring behind want to keep turning and turning to get it over the
31393 knuckle there or they might bell it round the town in their papers or
31394 tell the police on me but theyd think were married O let them all go and
31395 smother themselves for the fat lot I care he has plenty of money and hes
31396 not a marrying man so somebody better get it out of him if I could find
31397 out whether he likes me I looked a bit washy of course when I looked
31398 close in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression
31399 besides scrooching down on me like that all the time with his big
31400 hipbones hes heavy too with his hairy chest for this heat always having
31401 to lie down for them better for him put it into me from behind the way
31402 Mrs Mastiansky told me her husband made her like the dogs do it and
31403 stick out her tongue as far as ever she could and he so quiet and mild
31404 with his tingating cither can you ever be up to men the way it takes
31405 them lovely stuff in that blue suit he had on and stylish tie and socks
31406 with the skyblue silk things on them hes certainly well off I know by
31407 the cut his clothes have and his heavy watch but he was like a perfect
31408 devil for a few minutes after he came back with the stoppress tearing up
31409 the tickets and swearing blazes because he lost 20 quid he said he lost
31410 over that outsider that won and half he put on for me on account of
31411 Lenehans tip cursing him to the lowest pits that sponger he was making
31412 free with me after the Glencree dinner coming back that long joult over
31413 the featherbed mountain after the lord Mayor looking at me with his
31414 dirty eyes Val Dillon that big heathen I first noticed him at dessert
31415 when I was cracking the nuts with my teeth I wished I could have picked
31416 every morsel of that chicken out of my fingers it was so tasty
31417 and browned and as tender as anything only for I didnt want to eat
31418 everything on my plate those forks and fishslicers were hallmarked
31419 silver too I wish I had some I could easily have slipped a couple into
31420 my muff when I was playing with them then always hanging out of them for
31421 money in a restaurant for the bit you put down your throat we have to
31422 be thankful for our mangy cup of tea itself as a great compliment to be
31423 noticed the way the world is divided in any case if its going to go on I
31424 want at least two other good chemises for one thing and but I dont know
31425 what kind of drawers he likes none at all I think didnt he say yes and
31426 half the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made
31427 them that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt make much secret of
31428 what she hadnt yes and the second pair of silkette stockings is laddered
31429 after one days wear I could have brought them back to Lewers this
31430 morning and kicked up a row and made that one change them only not to
31431 upset myself and run the risk of walking into him and ruining the whole
31432 thing and one of those kidfitting corsets Id want advertised cheap in
31433 the Gentlewoman with elastic gores on the hips he saved the one I have
31434 but thats no good what did they say they give a delightful figure line
31435 11/6 obviating that unsightly broad appearance across the lower back to
31436 reduce flesh my belly is a bit too big Ill have to knock off the
31437 stout at dinner or am I getting too fond of it the last they sent from
31438 ORourkes was as flat as a pancake he makes his money easy Larry they
31439 call him the old mangy parcel he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a
31440 bottle of hogwash he tried to palm off as claret that he couldnt get
31441 anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear hed die of the drouth or
31442 I must do a few breathing exercises I wonder is that antifat any good
31443 might overdo it the thin ones are not so much the fashion now garters
31444 that much I have the violet pair I wore today thats all he bought me
31445 out of the cheque he got on the first O no there was the face lotion
31446 I finished the last of yesterday that made my skin like new I told him
31447 over and over again get that made up in the same place and dont forget
31448 it God only knows whether he did after all I said to him 111 know by
31449 the bottle anyway if not I suppose 111 only have to wash in my piss like
31450 beeftea or chickensoup with some of that opoponax and violet I thought
31451 it was beginning to look coarse or old a bit the skin underneath is much
31452 finer where it peeled off there on my finger after the burn its a pity
31453 it isnt all like that and the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/- in all
31454 sure you cant get on in this world without style all going in food and
31455 rent when I get it Ill lash it around I tell you in fine style I always
31456 want to throw a handful of tea into the pot measuring and mincing if
31457 I buy a pair of old brogues itself do you like those new shoes yes how
31458 much were they Ive no clothes at all the brown costume and the skirt and
31459 jacket and the one at the cleaners 3 whats that for any woman cutting
31460 up this old hat and patching up the other the men wont look at you and
31461 women try to walk on you because they know youve no man then with all
31462 the things getting dearer every day for the 4 years more I have of life
31463 up to 35 no Im what am I at all 111 be 33 in September will I what O
31464 well look at that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than me I saw her when
31465 I was out last week her beautys on the wane she was a lovely woman
31466 magnificent head of hair on her down to her waist tossing it back like
31467 that like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1st thing I did every morning
31468 to look across see her combing it as if she loved it and was full of it
31469 pity I only got to know her the day before we left and that Mrs Langtry
31470 the jersey lily the prince of Wales was in love with I suppose hes like
31471 the first man going the roads only for the name of a king theyre all
31472 made the one way only a black mans Id like to try a beauty up to what
31473 was she 45 there was some funny story about the jealous old husband what
31474 was it at all and an oyster knife he went no he made her wear a kind
31475 of a tin thing round her and the prince of Wales yes he had the oyster
31476 knife cant be true a thing like that like some of those books he brings
31477 me the works of Master Francois Somebody supposed to be a priest about
31478 a child born out of her ear because her bumgut fell out a nice word for
31479 any priest to write and her a--e as if any fool wouldnt know what that
31480 meant I hate that pretending of all things with that old blackguards
31481 face on him anybody can see its not true and that Ruby and Fair Tyrants
31482 he brought me that twice I remember when I came to page 5 o the part
31483 about where she hangs him up out of a hook with a cord flagellate
31484 sure theres nothing for a woman in that all invention made up about he
31485 drinking the champagne out of her slipper after the ball was over like
31486 the infant Jesus in the crib at Inchicore in the Blessed Virgins arms
31487 sure no woman could have a child that big taken out of her and I thought
31488 first it came out of her side because how could she go to the chamber
31489 when she wanted to and she a rich lady of course she felt honoured H R H
31490 he was in Gibraltar the year I was born I bet he found lilies there too
31491 where he planted the tree he planted more than that in his time he might
31492 have planted me too if hed come a bit sooner then I wouldnt be here as
31493 I am he ought to chuck that Freeman with the paltry few shillings
31494 he knocks out of it and go into an office or something where hed get
31495 regular pay or a bank where they could put him up on a throne to count
31496 the money all the day of course he prefers plottering about the house
31497 so you cant stir with him any side whats your programme today I wish hed
31498 even smoke a pipe like father to get the smell of a man or pretending
31499 to be mooching about for advertisements when he could have been in Mr
31500 Cuffes still only for what he did then sending me to try and patch it up
31501 I could have got him promoted there to be the manager he gave me a great
31502 mirada once or twice first he was as stiff as the mischief really and
31503 truly Mrs Bloom only I felt rotten simply with the old rubbishy dress
31504 that I lost the leads out of the tails with no cut in it but theyre
31505 coming into fashion again I bought it simply to please him I knew it was
31506 no good by the finish pity I changed my mind of going to Todd and Bums
31507 as I said and not Lees it was just like the shop itself rummage sale a
31508 lot of trash I hate those rich shops get on your nerves nothing kills me
31509 altogether only he thinks he knows a great lot about a womans dress and
31510 cooking mathering everything he can scour off the shelves into it if
31511 I went by his advices every blessed hat I put on does that suit me yes
31512 take that thats alright the one like a weddingcake standing up miles
31513 off my head he said suited me or the dishcover one coming down on my
31514 backside on pins and needles about the shopgirl in that place in Grafton
31515 street I had the misfortune to bring him into and she as insolent as
31516 ever she could be with her smirk saying Im afraid were giving you too
31517 much trouble what shes there for but I stared it out of her yes he was
31518 awfully stiff and no wonder but he changed the second time he looked
31519 Poldy pigheaded as usual like the soup but I could see him looking very
31520 hard at my chest when he stood up to open the door for me it was nice of
31521 him to show me out in any case Im extremely sorry Mrs Bloom believe me
31522 without making it too marked the first time after him being insulted and
31523 me being supposed to be his wife I just half smiled I know my chest was
31524 out that way at the door when he said Im extremely sorry and Im sure you
31525 were
31526
31527 yes I think he made them a bit firmer sucking them like that so long he
31528 made me thirsty titties he calls them I had to laugh yes this one anyhow
31529 stiff the nipple gets for the least thing Ill get him to keep that up
31530 and Ill take those eggs beaten up with marsala fatten them out for him
31531 what are all those veins and things curious the way its made 2 the same
31532 in case of twins theyre supposed to represent beauty placed up there
31533 like those statues in the museum one of them pretending to hide it with
31534 her hand are they so beautiful of course compared with what a man looks
31535 like with his two bags full and his other thing hanging down out of
31536 him or sticking up at you like a hatrack no wonder they hide it with a
31537 cabbageleaf that disgusting Cameron highlander behind the meat market or
31538 that other wretch with the red head behind the tree where the statue
31539 of the fish used to be when I was passing pretending he was pissing
31540 standing out for me to see it with his babyclothes up to one side the
31541 Queens own they were a nice lot its well the Surreys relieved them
31542 theyre always trying to show it to you every time nearly I passed
31543 outside the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street station just to
31544 try some fellow or other trying to catch my eye as if it was I of the
31545 7 wonders of the world O and the stink of those rotten places the night
31546 coming home with Poldy after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade
31547 to make you feel nice and watery I went into r of them it was so biting
31548 cold I couldnt keep it when was that 93 the canal was frozen yes it was
31549 a few months after a pity a couple of the Camerons werent there to see
31550 me squatting in the mens place meadero I tried to draw a picture of
31551 it before I tore it up like a sausage or something I wonder theyre not
31552 afraid going about of getting a kick or a bang of something there the
31553 woman is beauty of course thats admitted when he said I could pose for a
31554 picture naked to some rich fellow in Holles street when he lost the
31555 job in Helys and I was selling the clothes and strumming in the coffee
31556 palace would I be like that bath of the nymph with my hair down yes only
31557 shes younger or Im a little like that dirty bitch in that Spanish photo
31558 he has nymphs used they go about like that I asked him about her and
31559 that word met something with hoses in it and he came out with some
31560 jawbreakers about the incarnation he never can explain a thing simply
31561 the way a body can understand then he goes and burns the bottom out of
31562 the pan all for his Kidney this one not so much theres the mark of his
31563 teeth still where he tried to bite the nipple I had to scream out arent
31564 they fearful trying to hurt you I had a great breast of milk with Milly
31565 enough for two what was the reason of that he said I could have got a
31566 pound a week as a wet nurse all swelled out the morning that delicate
31567 looking student that stopped in no 28 with the Citrons Penrose nearly
31568 caught me washing through the window only for I snapped up the towel to
31569 my face that was his studenting hurt me they used to weaning her till he
31570 got doctor Brady to give me the belladonna prescription I had to get him
31571 to suck them they were so hard he said it was sweeter and thicker than
31572 cows then he wanted to milk me into the tea well hes beyond everything I
31573 declare somebody ought to put him in the budget if I only could remember
31574 the I half of the things and write a book out of it the works of Master
31575 Poldy yes and its so much smoother the skin much an hour he was at them
31576 Im sure by the clock like some kind of a big infant I had at me they
31577 want everything in their mouth all the pleasure those men get out of a
31578 woman I can feel his mouth O Lord I must stretch myself I wished he was
31579 here or somebody to let myself go with and come again like that I feel
31580 all fire inside me or if I could dream it when he made me spend the 2nd
31581 time tickling me behind with his finger I was coming for about 5 minutes
31582 with my legs round him I had to hug him after O Lord I wanted to shout
31583 out all sorts of things fuck or shit or anything at all only not to look
31584 ugly or those lines from the strain who knows the way hed take it you
31585 want to feel your way with a man theyre not all like him thank God some
31586 of them want you to be so nice about it I noticed the contrast he does
31587 it and doesnt talk I gave my eyes that look with my hair a bit loose
31588 from the tumbling and my tongue between my lips up to him the savage
31589 brute Thursday Friday one Saturday two Sunday three O Lord I cant wait
31590 till Monday
31591
31592 frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines
31593 have in them like big giants and the water rolling all over and out of
31594 them all sides like the end of Loves old sweeeetsonnnng the poor men
31595 that have to be out all the night from their wives and families in those
31596 roasting engines stifling it was today Im glad I burned the half of
31597 those old Freemans and Photo Bits leaving things like that lying about
31598 hes getting very careless and threw the rest of them up in the W C 111
31599 get him to cut them tomorrow for me instead of having them there for
31600 the next year to get a few pence for them have him asking wheres last
31601 Januarys paper and all those old overcoats I bundled out of the hall
31602 making the place hotter than it is that rain was lovely and refreshing
31603 just after my beauty sleep I thought it was going to get like Gibraltar
31604 my goodness the heat there before the levanter came on black as night
31605 and the glare of the rock standing up in it like a big giant compared
31606 with their 3 Rock mountain they think is so great with the red sentries
31607 here and there the poplars and they all whitehot and the smell of the
31608 rainwater in those tanks watching the sun all the time weltering down on
31609 you faded all that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me from
31610 the B Marche paris what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote on it
31611 she was very nice whats this her other name was just a p c to tell you I
31612 sent the little present have just had a jolly warm bath and feel a very
31613 clean dog now enjoyed it wogger she called him wogger wd give anything
31614 to be back in Gib and hear you sing Waiting and in old Madrid Concone
31615 is the name of those exercises he bought me one of those new some word
31616 I couldnt make out shawls amusing things but tear for the least thing
31617 still there lovely I think dont you will always think of the lovely teas
31618 we had together scrumptious currant scones and raspberry wafers I adore
31619 well now dearest Doggerina be sure and write soon kind she left out
31620 regards to your father also captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x
31621 x x x x she didnt look a bit married just like a girl he was years older
31622 than her wogger he was awfully fond of me when he held down the wire
31623 with his foot for me to step over at the bullfight at La Linea when
31624 that matador Gomez was given the bulls ear these clothes we have to wear
31625 whoever invented them expecting you to walk up Killiney hill then for
31626 example at that picnic all staysed up you cant do a blessed thing in
31627 them in a crowd run or jump out of the way thats why I was afraid when
31628 that other ferocious old Bull began to charge the banderilleros with
31629 the sashes and the 2 things in their hats and the brutes of men shouting
31630 bravo toro sure the women were as bad in their nice white mantillas
31631 ripping all the whole insides out of those poor horses I never heard of
31632 such a thing in all my life yes he used to break his heart at me taking
31633 off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and it sick what became
31634 of them ever I suppose theyre dead long ago the 2 of them its like all
31635 through a mist makes you feel so old I made the scones of course I had
31636 everything all to myself then a girl Hester we used to compare our hair
31637 mine was thicker than hers she showed me how to settle it at the back
31638 when I put it up and whats this else how to make a knot on a thread with
31639 the one hand we were like cousins what age was I then the night of the
31640 storm I slept in her bed she had her arms round me then we were fighting
31641 in the morning with the pillow what fun he was watching me whenever he
31642 got an opportunity at the band on the Alameda esplanade when I was with
31643 father and captain Grove I looked up at the church first and then at the
31644 windows then down and our eyes met I felt something go through me like
31645 all needles my eyes were dancing I remember after when I looked
31646 at myself in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was
31647 attractive to a girl in spite of his being a little bald intelligent
31648 looking disappointed and gay at the same time he was like Thomas in
31649 the shadow of Ashlydyat I had a splendid skin from the sun and the
31650 excitement like a rose I didnt get a wink of sleep it wouldnt have been
31651 nice on account of her but I could have stopped it in time she gave me
31652 the Moonstone to read that was the first I read of Wilkie Collins East
31653 Lynne I read and the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by
31654 that other woman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it so as he
31655 see I wasnt without and Lord Lytton Eugene Aram Molly bawn she gave me
31656 by Mrs Hungerford on account of the name I dont like books with a Molly
31657 in them like that one he brought me about the one from Flanders a whore
31658 always shoplifting anything she could cloth and stuff and yards of it
31659 O this blanket is too heavy on me thats better I havent even one decent
31660 nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me besides him and his
31661 fooling thats better I used to be weltering then in the heat my shift
31662 drenched with the sweat stuck in the cheeks of my bottom on the chair
31663 when I stood up they were so fattish and firm when I got up on the sofa
31664 cushions to see with my clothes up and the bugs tons of them at night
31665 and the mosquito nets I couldnt read a line Lord how long ago it seems
31666 centuries of course they never came back and she didnt put her address
31667 right on it either she may have noticed her wogger people were always
31668 going away and we never I remember that day with the waves and the
31669 boats with their high heads rocking and the smell of ship those Officers
31670 uniforms on shore leave made me seasick he didnt say anything he was
31671 very serious I had the high buttoned boots on and my skirt was blowing
31672 she kissed me six or seven times didnt I cry yes I believe I did or near
31673 it my lips were taittering when I said goodbye she had a Gorgeous wrap
31674 of some special kind of blue colour on her for the voyage made very
31675 peculiarly to one side like and it was extremely pretty it got as dull
31676 as the devil after they went I was almost planning to run away mad out
31677 of it somewhere were never easy where we are father or aunt or marriage
31678 waiting always waiting to guiiiide him toooo me waiting nor speeeed
31679 his flying feet their damn guns bursting and booming all over the shop
31680 especially the Queens birthday and throwing everything down in all
31681 directions if you didnt open the windows when general Ulysses Grant
31682 whoever he was or did supposed to be some great fellow landed off the
31683 ship and old Sprague the consul that was there from before the flood
31684 dressed up poor man and he in mourning for the son then the same old
31685 bugles for reveille in the morning and drums rolling and the unfortunate
31686 poor devils of soldiers walking about with messtins smelling the place
31687 more than the old longbearded jews in their jellibees and levites
31688 assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the men to cross the lines and
31689 the warden marching with his keys to lock the gates and the bagpipes and
31690 only captain Groves and father talking about Rorkes drift and Plevna and
31691 sir Garnet Wolseley and Gordon at Khartoum lighting their pipes for
31692 them everytime they went out drunken old devil with his grog on the
31693 windowsill catch him leaving any of it picking his nose trying to think
31694 of some other dirty story to tell up in a corner but he never forgot
31695 himself when I was there sending me out of the room on some blind excuse
31696 paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course but hed
31697 do the same to the next woman that came along I suppose he died of
31698 galloping drink ages ago the days like years not a letter from a living
31699 soul except the odd few I posted to myself with bits of paper in them so
31700 bored sometimes I could fight with my nails listening to that old Arab
31701 with the one eye and his heass of an instrument singing his heah heah
31702 aheah all my compriments on your hotchapotch of your heass as bad as now
31703 with the hands hanging off me looking out of the window if there was a
31704 nice fellow even in the opposite house that medical in Holles street the
31705 nurse was after when I put on my gloves and hat at the window to show
31706 I was going out not a notion what I meant arent they thick never
31707 understand what you say even youd want to print it up on a big poster
31708 for them not even if you shake hands twice with the left he didnt
31709 recognise me either when I half frowned at him outside Westland row
31710 chapel where does their great intelligence come in Id like to know
31711 grey matter they have it all in their tail if you ask me those country
31712 gougers up in the City Arms intelligence they had a damn sight less than
31713 the bulls and cows they were selling the meat and the coalmans bell that
31714 noisy bugger trying to swindle me with the wrong bill he took out of his
31715 hat what a pair of paws and pots and pans and kettles to mend any broken
31716 bottles for a poor man today and no visitors or post ever except his
31717 cheques or some advertisement like that wonderworker they sent him
31718 addressed dear Madam only his letter and the card from Milly this
31719 morning see she wrote a letter to him who did I get the last letter from
31720 O Mrs Dwenn now what possessed her to write from Canada after so many
31721 years to know the recipe I had for pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since
31722 she wrote to say she was married to a very rich architect if Im to
31723 believe all I hear with a villa and eight rooms her father was an
31724 awfully nice man he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now Miss
31725 Tweedy or Miss Gillespie theres the piannyer that was a solid silver
31726 coffee service he had too on the mahogany sideboard then dying so far
31727 away I hate people that have always their poor story to tell everybody
31728 has their own troubles that poor Nancy Blake died a month ago of acute
31729 neumonia well I didnt know her so well as all that she was Floeys friend
31730 more than mine poor Nancy its a bother having to answer he always tells
31731 me the wrong things and no stops to say like making a speech your sad
31732 bereavement symphathy I always make that mistake and newphew with 2
31733 double yous in I hope hell write me a longer letter the next time if its
31734 a thing he really likes me O thanks be to the great God I got somebody
31735 to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no
31736 chances at all in this place like you used long ago I wish somebody
31737 would write me a loveletter his wasnt much and I told him he could write
31738 what he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff silly women
31739 believe love is sighing I am dying still if he wrote it I suppose thered
31740 be some truth in it true or no it fills up your whole day and life
31741 always something to think about every moment and see it all round you
31742 like a new world I could write the answer in bed to let him imagine me
31743 short just a few words not those long crossed letters Atty Dillon used
31744 to write to the fellow that was something in the four courts that jilted
31745 her after out of the ladies letterwriter when I told her to say a few
31746 simple words he could twist how he liked not acting with precipat precip
31747 itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a
31748 gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness theres nothing else its
31749 all very fine for them but as for being a woman as soon as youre old
31750 they might as well throw you out in the bottom of the ashpit.
31751
31752 Mulveys was the first when I was in bed that morning and Mrs Rubio
31753 brought it in with the coffee she stood there standing when I asked her
31754 to hand me and I pointing at them I couldnt think of the word a hairpin
31755 to open it with ah horquilla disobliging old thing and it staring her
31756 in the face with her switch of false hair on her and vain about her
31757 appearance ugly as she was near 80 or a loo her face a mass of wrinkles
31758 with all her religion domineering because she never could get over the
31759 Atlantic fleet coming in half the ships of the world and the Union Jack
31760 flying with all her carabineros because 4 drunken English sailors took
31761 all the rock from them and because I didnt run into mass often enough in
31762 Santa Maria to please her with her shawl up on her except when there was
31763 a marriage on with all her miracles of the saints and her black blessed
31764 virgin with the silver dress and the sun dancing 3 times on Easter
31765 Sunday morning and when the priest was going by with the bell bringing
31766 the vatican to the dying blessing herself for his Majestad an admirer
31767 he signed it I near jumped out of my skin I wanted to pick him up when
31768 I saw him following me along the Calle Real in the shop window then
31769 he tipped me just in passing but I never thought hed write making an
31770 appointment I had it inside my petticoat bodice all day reading it up
31771 in every hole and corner while father was up at the drill instructing to
31772 find out by the handwriting or the language of stamps singing I remember
31773 shall I wear a white rose and I wanted to put on the old stupid clock to
31774 near the time he was the first man kissed me under the Moorish wall my
31775 sweetheart when a boy it never entered my head what kissing meant till
31776 he put his tongue in my mouth his mouth was sweetlike young I put my
31777 knee up to him a few times to learn the way what did I tell him I was
31778 engaged for for fun to the son of a Spanish nobleman named Don Miguel de
31779 la Flora and he believed me that I was to be married to him in 3 years
31780 time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a flower that
31781 bloometh a few things I told him true about myself just for him to be
31782 imagining the Spanish girls he didnt like I suppose one of them wouldnt
31783 have him I got him excited he crushed all the flowers on my bosom he
31784 brought me he couldnt count the pesetas and the perragordas till I
31785 taught him Cappoquin he came from he said on the black water but it was
31786 too short then the day before he left May yes it was May when the infant
31787 king of Spain was born Im always like that in the spring Id like a new
31788 fellow every year up on the tiptop under the rockgun near OHaras tower
31789 I told him it was struck by lightning and all about the old Barbary apes
31790 they sent to Clapham without a tail careering all over the show on each
31791 others back Mrs Rubio said she was a regular old rock scorpion robbing
31792 the chickens out of Inces farm and throw stones at you if you went anear
31793 he was looking at me I had that white blouse on open in the front to
31794 encourage him as much as I could without too openly they were just
31795 beginning to be plump I said I was tired we lay over the firtree cove
31796 a wild place I suppose it must be the highest rock in existence the
31797 galleries and casemates and those frightful rocks and Saint Michaels
31798 cave with the icicles or whatever they call them hanging down and
31799 ladders all the mud plotching my boots Im sure thats the way down the
31800 monkeys go under the sea to Africa when they die the ships out far like
31801 chips that was the Malta boat passing yes the sea and the sky you could
31802 do what you liked lie there for ever he caressed them outside they love
31803 doing that its the roundness there I was leaning over him with my white
31804 ricestraw hat to take the newness out of it the left side of my face the
31805 best my blouse open for his last day transparent kind of shirt he had I
31806 could see his chest pink he wanted to touch mine with his for a moment
31807 but I wouldnt lee him he was awfully put out first for fear you never
31808 know consumption or leave me with a child embarazada that old servant
31809 Ines told me that one drop even if it got into you at all after I tried
31810 with the Banana but I was afraid it might break and get lost up in me
31811 somewhere because they once took something down out of a woman that was
31812 up there for years covered with limesalts theyre all mad to get in there
31813 where they come out of youd think they could never go far enough up and
31814 then theyre done with you in a way till the next time yes because theres
31815 a wonderful feeling there so tender all the time how did we finish it
31816 off yes O yes I pulled him off into my handkerchief pretending not to
31817 be excited but I opened my legs I wouldnt let him touch me inside my
31818 petticoat because I had a skirt opening up the side I tormented the
31819 life out of him first tickling him I loved rousing that dog in the hotel
31820 rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes shut and a bird flying below us he was
31821 shy all the same I liked him like that moaning I made him blush a little
31822 when I got over him that way when I unbuttoned him and took his out and
31823 drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it theyre all Buttons men
31824 down the middle on the wrong side of them Molly darling he called me
31825 what was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it yes I think a lieutenant
31826 he was rather fair he had a laughing kind of a voice so I went round to
31827 the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he he said
31828 hed come back Lord its just like yesterday to me and if I was married
31829 hed do it to me and I promised him yes faithfully Id let him block me
31830 now flying perhaps hes dead or killed or a captain or admiral its nearly
31831 20 years if I said firtree cove he would if he came up behind me and
31832 put his hands over my eyes to guess who I might recognise him hes young
31833 still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the black water and is
31834 quite changed they all do they havent half the character a woman has she
31835 little knows what I did with her beloved husband before he ever dreamt
31836 of her in broad daylight too in the sight of the whole world you might
31837 say they could have put an article about it in the Chronicle I was a bit
31838 wild after when I blew out the old bag the biscuits were in from Benady
31839 Bros and exploded it Lord what a bang all the woodcocks and pigeons
31840 screaming coming back the same way that we went over middle hill round
31841 by the old guardhouse and the jews burialplace pretending to read out
31842 the Hebrew on them I wanted to fire his pistol he said he hadnt one he
31843 didnt know what to make of me with his peak cap on that he always wore
31844 crooked as often as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat
31845 that old Bishop that spoke off the altar his long preach about womans
31846 higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing peak
31847 caps and the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me more money I
31848 suppose theyre called after him I never thought that would be my
31849 name Bloom when I used to write it in print to see how it looked on a
31850 visiting card or practising for the butcher and oblige M Bloom youre
31851 looking blooming Josie used to say after I married him well its better
31852 than Breen or Briggs does brig or those awful names with bottom in them
31853 Mrs Ramsbottom or some other kind of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt go mad
31854 about either or suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother whoever she
31855 was might have given me a nicer name the Lord knows after the lovely
31856 one she had Lunita Laredo the fun we had running along Williss road to
31857 Europa point twisting in and out all round the other side of Jersey they
31858 were shaking and dancing about in my blouse like Millys little ones now
31859 when she runs up the stairs I loved looking down at them I was jumping
31860 up at the pepper trees and the white poplars pulling the leaves off and
31861 throwing them at him he went to India he was to write the voyages those
31862 men have to make to the ends of the world and back its the least they
31863 might get a squeeze or two at a woman while they can going out to be
31864 drowned or blown up somewhere I went up Windmill hill to the flats
31865 that Sunday morning with captain Rubios that was dead spyglass like the
31866 sentry had he said hed have one or two from on board I wore that frock
31867 from the B Marche paris and the coral necklace the straits shining I
31868 could see over to Morocco almost the bay of Tangier white and the Atlas
31869 mountain with snow on it and the straits like a river so clear Harry
31870 Molly darling I was thinking of him on the sea all the time after at
31871 mass when my petticoat began to slip down at the elevation weeks and
31872 weeks I kept the handkerchief under my pillow for the smell of him there
31873 was no decent perfume to be got in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau
31874 dEspagne that faded and left a stink on you more than anything else I
31875 wanted to give him a memento he gave me that clumsy Claddagh ring for
31876 luck that I gave Gardner going to south Africa where those Boers killed
31877 him with their war and fever but they were well beaten all the same as
31878 if it brought its bad luck with it like an opal or pearl still it must
31879 have been pure 18 carrot gold because it was very heavy but what could
31880 you get in a place like that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that
31881 derelict ship that came up to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit
31882 no he hadnt a moustache that was Gardner yes I can see his face
31883 cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train again weeping tone
31884 once in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyes breath my lips
31885 forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world the mists began
31886 I hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let that out
31887 full when I get in front of the footlights again Kathleen Kearney
31888 and her lot of squealers Miss This Miss That Miss Theother lot of
31889 sparrowfarts skitting around talking about politics they know as much
31890 about as my backside anything in the world to make themselves someway
31891 interesting Irish homemade beauties soldiers daughter am I ay and whose
31892 are you bootmakers and publicans I beg your pardon coach I thought you
31893 were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever they got
31894 a chance of walking down the Alameda on an officers arm like me on the
31895 bandnight my eyes flash my bust that they havent passion God help their
31896 poor head I knew more about men and life when I was I S than theyll all
31897 know at 50 they dont know how to sing a song like that Gardner said no
31898 man could look at my mouth and teeth smiling like that and not think of
31899 it I was afraid he mightnt like my accent first he so English all father
31900 left me in spite of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and figure anyhow
31901 he always said theyre so snotty about themselves some of those cads he
31902 wasnt a bit like that he was dead gone on my lips let them get a husband
31903 first thats fit to be looked at and a daughter like mine or see if they
31904 can excite a swell with money that can pick and choose whoever he wants
31905 like Boylan to do it 4 or 5 times locked in each others arms or the
31906 voice either I could have been a prima donna only I married him comes
31907 looooves old deep down chin back not too much make it double My Ladys
31908 Bower is too long for an encore about the moated grange at twilight and
31909 vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the south that he gave
31910 after the choirstairs performance Ill change that lace on my black dress
31911 to show off my bubs and Ill yes by God Ill get that big fan mended make
31912 them burst with envy my hole is itching me always when I think of him I
31913 feel I want to I feel some wind in me better go easy not wake him have
31914 him at it again slobbering after washing every bit of myself back belly
31915 and sides if we had even a bath itself or my own room anyway I wish hed
31916 sleep in some bed by himself with his cold feet on me give us room even
31917 to let a fart God or do the least thing better yes hold them like that
31918 a bit on my side piano quietly sweeeee theres that train far away
31919 pianissimo eeeee one more song
31920
31921 that was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free who knows if
31922 that pork chop I took with my cup of tea after was quite good with the
31923 heat I couldnt smell anything off it Im sure that queerlooking man in
31924 the porkbutchers is a great rogue I hope that lamp is not smoking fill
31925 my nose up with smuts better than having him leaving the gas on all
31926 night I couldnt rest easy in my bed in Gibraltar even getting up to see
31927 why am I so damned nervous about that though I like it in the winter its
31928 more company O Lord it was rotten cold too that winter when I was
31929 only about ten was I yes I had the big doll with all the funny clothes
31930 dressing her up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those
31931 mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the fire with
31932 the little bit of a short shift I had up to heat myself I loved dancing
31933 about in it then make a race back into bed Im sure that fellow opposite
31934 used to be there the whole time watching with the lights out in the
31935 summer and I in my skin hopping around I used to love myself then
31936 stripped at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it came to the
31937 chamber performance I put out the light too so then there were 2 of us
31938 goodbye to my sleep for this night anyhow I hope hes not going to get in
31939 with those medicals leading him astray to imagine hes young again coming
31940 in at 4 in the morning it must be if not more still he had the manners
31941 not to wake me what do they find to gabber about all night squandering
31942 money and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he
31943 starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and Findon haddy and hot
31944 buttered toast I suppose well have him sitting up like the king of
31945 the country pumping the wrong end of the spoon up and down in his egg
31946 wherever he learned that from and I love to hear him falling up the
31947 stairs of a morning with the cups rattling on the tray and then play
31948 with the cat she rubs up against you for her own sake I wonder has she
31949 fleas shes as bad as a woman always licking and lecking but I hate their
31950 claws I wonder do they see anything that we cant staring like that when
31951 she sits at the top of the stairs so long and listening as I wait always
31952 what a robber too that lovely fresh place I bought I think Ill get a bit
31953 of fish tomorrow or today is it Friday yes I will with some blancmange
31954 with black currant jam like long ago not those 2 lb pots of mixed plum
31955 and apple from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as
31956 far only for the bones I hate those eels cod yes Ill get a nice piece
31957 of cod Im always getting enough for 3 forgetting anyway Im sick of that
31958 everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib
31959 steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very name is enough or
31960 a picnic suppose we all gave 5/- each and or let him pay it and invite
31961 some other woman for him who Mrs Fleming and drove out to the furry glen
31962 or the strawberry beds wed have him examining all the horses toenails
31963 first like he does with the letters no not with Boylan there yes with
31964 some cold veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are little houses down
31965 at the bottom of the banks there on purpose but its as hot as blazes he
31966 says not a bank holiday anyhow I hate those ruck of Mary Ann coalboxes
31967 out for the day Whit Monday is a cursed day too no wonder that bee bit
31968 him better the seaside but Id never again in this life get into a boat
31969 with him after him at Bray telling the boatman he knew how to row if
31970 anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the gold cup hed say
31971 yes then it came on to get rough the old thing crookeding about and the
31972 weight all down my side telling me pull the right reins now pull the
31973 left and the tide all swamping in floods in through the bottom and his
31974 oar slipping out of the stirrup its a mercy we werent all drowned he can
31975 swim of course me no theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in
31976 his flannel trousers Id like to have tattered them down off him before
31977 all the people and give him what that one calls flagellate till he was
31978 black and blue do him all the good in the world only for that longnosed
31979 chap I dont know who he is with that other beauty Burke out of the City
31980 Arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the slip always where he
31981 wasnt wanted if there was a row on youd vomit a better face there was no
31982 love lost between us thats 1 consolation I wonder what kind is that book
31983 he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman of fashion some other Mr de
31984 Kock I suppose the people gave him that nickname going about with his
31985 tube from one woman to another I couldnt even change my new white shoes
31986 all ruined with the saltwater and the hat I had with that feather all
31987 blowy and tossed on me how annoying and provoking because the smell of
31988 the sea excited me of course the sardines and the bream in Catalan bay
31989 round the back of the rock they were fine all silver in the fishermens
31990 baskets old Luigi near a hundred they said came from Genoa and the tall
31991 old chap with the earrings I dont like a man you have to climb up to to
31992 get at I suppose theyre all dead and rotten long ago besides I dont like
31993 being alone in this big barracks of a place at night I suppose Ill have
31994 to put up with it I never brought a bit of salt in even when we moved
31995 in the confusion musical academy he was going to make on the first floor
31996 drawingroom with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go
31997 and ruin himself altogether the way his father did down in Ennis like
31998 all the things he told father he was going to do and me but I saw
31999 through him telling me all the lovely places we could go for the
32000 honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the gondolas and the lake of Como he
32001 had a picture cut out of some paper of and mandolines and lanterns O
32002 how nice I said whatever I liked he was going to do immediately if
32003 not sooner will you be my man will you carry my can he ought to get a
32004 leather medal with a putty rim for all the plans he invents then leaving
32005 us here all day youd never know what old beggar at the door for a crust
32006 with his long story might be a tramp and put his foot in the way to
32007 prevent me shutting it like that picture of that hardened criminal he
32008 was called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years in jail then he comes out and
32009 murders an old woman for her money imagine his poor wife or mother or
32010 whoever she is such a face youd run miles away from I couldnt rest easy
32011 till I bolted all the doors and windows to make sure but its worse again
32012 being locked up like in a prison or a madhouse they ought to be all shot
32013 or the cat of nine tails a big brute like that that would attack a poor
32014 old woman to murder her in her bed Id cut them off him so I would not
32015 that hed be much use still better than nothing the night I was sure
32016 I heard burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a
32017 candle and a poker as if he was looking for a mouse as white as a sheet
32018 frightened out of his wits making as much noise as he possibly could
32019 for the burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord knows
32020 still its the feeling especially now with Milly away such an idea for
32021 him to send the girl down there to learn to take photographs on account
32022 of his grandfather instead of sending her to Skerrys academy where shed
32023 have to learn not like me getting all IS at school only hed do a thing
32024 like that all the same on account of me and Boylan thats why he did
32025 it Im certain the way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt turn
32026 round with her in the place lately unless I bolted the door first gave
32027 me the fidgets coming in without knocking first when I put the chair
32028 against the door just as I was washing myself there below with the glove
32029 get on your nerves then doing the loglady all day put her in a glasscase
32030 with two at a time to look at her if he knew she broke off the hand off
32031 that little gimcrack statue with her roughness and carelessness before
32032 she left that I got that little Italian boy to mend so that you cant
32033 see the join for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you of
32034 course shes right not to ruin her hands I noticed he was always talking
32035 to her lately at the table explaining things in the paper and she
32036 pretending to understand sly of course that comes from his side of the
32037 house he cant say I pretend things can he Im too honest as a matter of
32038 fact and helping her into her coat but if there was anything wrong with
32039 her its me shed tell not him I suppose he thinks Im finished out and
32040 laid on the shelf well Im not no nor anything like it well see well see
32041 now shes well on for flirting too with Tom Devans two sons imitating
32042 me whistling with those romps of Murray girls calling for her can Milly
32043 come out please shes in great demand to pick what they can out of her
32044 round in Nelson street riding Harry Devans bicycle at night its as well
32045 he sent her where she is she was just getting out of bounds wanting to
32046 go on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I
32047 smelt it off her dress when I was biting off the thread of the button
32048 I sewed on to the bottom of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me I
32049 tell you only I oughtnt to have stitched it and it on her it brings a
32050 parting and the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it comes out
32051 no matter what they say her tongue is a bit too long for my taste
32052 your blouse is open too low she says to me the pan calling the kettle
32053 blackbottom and I had to tell her not to cock her legs up like that on
32054 show on the windowsill before all the people passing they all look at
32055 her like me when I was her age of course any old rag looks well on
32056 you then a great touchmenot too in her own way at the Only Way in the
32057 Theatre royal take your foot away out of that I hate people touching
32058 me afraid of her life Id crush her skirt with the pleats a lot of that
32059 touching must go on in theatres in the crush in the dark theyre always
32060 trying to wiggle up to you that fellow in the pit at the Gaiety for
32061 Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last time Ill ever go there to be squashed
32062 like that for any Trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me
32063 there and looking away hes a bit daft I think I saw him after trying to
32064 get near two stylishdressed ladies outside Switzers window at the same
32065 little game I recognised him on the moment the face and everything but
32066 he didnt remember me yes and she didnt even want me to kiss her at the
32067 Broadstone going away well I hope shell get someone to dance attendance
32068 on her the way I did when she was down with the mumps and her glands
32069 swollen wheres this and wheres that of course she cant feel anything
32070 deep yet I never came properly till I was what 22 or so it went into the
32071 wrong place always only the usual girls nonsense and giggling that
32072 Conny Connolly writing to her in white ink on black paper sealed with
32073 sealingwax though she clapped when the curtain came down because he
32074 looked so handsome then we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and
32075 supper I thought to myself afterwards it must be real love if a man
32076 gives up his life for her that way for nothing I suppose there are a
32077 few men like that left its hard to believe in it though unless it really
32078 happened to me the majority of them with not a particle of love in their
32079 natures to find two people like that nowadays full up of each other that
32080 would feel the same way as you do theyre usually a bit foolish in the
32081 head his father must have been a bit queer to go and poison himself
32082 after her still poor old man I suppose he felt lost shes always making
32083 love to my things too the few old rags I have wanting to put her hair up
32084 at I S my powder too only ruin her skin on her shes time enough for that
32085 all her life after of course shes restless knowing shes pretty with her
32086 lips so red a pity they wont stay that way I was too but theres no use
32087 going to the fair with the thing answering me like a fishwoman when
32088 I asked to go for a half a stone of potatoes the day we met Mrs Joe
32089 Gallaher at the trottingmatches and she pretended not to see us in her
32090 trap with Friery the solicitor we werent grand enough till I gave her 2
32091 damn fine cracks across the ear for herself take that now for answering
32092 me like that and that for your impudence she had me that exasperated of
32093 course contradicting I was badtempered too because how was it there was
32094 a weed in the tea or I didnt sleep the night before cheese I ate was it
32095 and I told her over and over again not to leave knives crossed like that
32096 because she has nobody to command her as she said herself well if he
32097 doesnt correct her faith I will that was the last time she turned on the
32098 teartap I was just like that myself they darent order me about the place
32099 its his fault of course having the two of us slaving here instead of
32100 getting in a woman long ago am I ever going to have a proper servant
32101 again of course then shed see him coming Id have to let her know or shed
32102 revenge it arent they a nuisance that old Mrs Fleming you have to be
32103 walking round after her putting the things into her hands sneezing and
32104 farting into the pots well of course shes old she cant help it a good
32105 job I found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got lost behind the
32106 dresser I knew there was something and opened the area window to let out
32107 the smell bringing in his friends to entertain them like the night he
32108 walked home with a dog if you please that might have been mad especially
32109 Simon Dedalus son his father such a criticiser with his glasses up with
32110 his tall hat on him at the cricket match and a great big hole in his
32111 sock one thing laughing at the other and his son that got all those
32112 prizes for whatever he won them in the intermediate imagine climbing
32113 over the railings if anybody saw him that knew us I wonder he didnt tear
32114 a big hole in his grand funeral trousers as if the one nature gave wasnt
32115 enough for anybody hawking him down into the dirty old kitchen now is he
32116 right in his head I ask pity it wasnt washing day my old pair of drawers
32117 might have been hanging up too on the line on exhibition for all hed
32118 ever care with the ironmould mark the stupid old bundle burned on them
32119 he might think was something else and she never even rendered down the
32120 fat I told her and now shes going such as she was on account of her
32121 paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with them
32122 disease or they have to go under an operation or if its not that its
32123 drink and he beats her Ill have to hunt around again for someone every
32124 day I get up theres some new thing on sweet God sweet God well when Im
32125 stretched out dead in my grave I suppose 111 have some peace I want to
32126 get up a minute if Im let wait O Jesus wait yes that thing has come on
32127 me yes now wouldnt that afflict you of course all the poking and rooting
32128 and ploughing he had up in me now what am I to do Friday Saturday Sunday
32129 wouldnt that pester the soul out of a body unless he likes it some men
32130 do God knows theres always something wrong with us 5 days every 3 or 4
32131 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply sickening that night it came
32132 on me like that the one and only time we were in a box that Michael Gunn
32133 gave him to see Mrs Kendal and her husband at the Gaiety something he
32134 did about insurance for him in Drimmies I was fit to be tied though I
32135 wouldnt give in with that gentleman of fashion staring down at me with
32136 his glasses and him the other side of me talking about Spinoza and his
32137 soul thats dead I suppose millions of years ago I smiled the best I
32138 could all in a swamp leaning forward as if I was interested having to
32139 sit it out then to the last tag I wont forget that wife of Scarli in
32140 a hurry supposed to be a fast play about adultery that idiot in the
32141 gallery hissing the woman adulteress he shouted I suppose he went and
32142 had a woman in the next lane running round all the back ways after
32143 to make up for it I wish he had what I had then hed boo I bet the cat
32144 itself is better off than us have we too much blood up in us or what O
32145 patience above its pouring out of me like the sea anyhow he didnt make
32146 me pregnant as big as he is I dont want to ruin the clean sheets I just
32147 put on I suppose the clean linen I wore brought it on too damn it damn
32148 it and they always want to see a stain on the bed to know youre a virgin
32149 for them all thats troubling them theyre such fools too you could be a
32150 widow or divorced 40 times over a daub of red ink would do or blackberry
32151 juice no thats too purply O Jamesy let me up out of this pooh sweets of
32152 sin whoever suggested that business for women what between clothes and
32153 cooking and children this damned old bed too jingling like the dickens
32154 I suppose they could hear us away over the other side of the park till I
32155 suggested to put the quilt on the floor with the pillow under my bottom
32156 I wonder is it nicer in the day I think it is easy I think Ill cut
32157 all this hair off me there scalding me I might look like a young girl
32158 wouldnt he get the great suckin the next time he turned up my clothes on
32159 me Id give anything to see his face wheres the chamber gone easy Ive a
32160 holy horror of its breaking under me after that old commode I wonder
32161 was I too heavy sitting on his knee I made him sit on the easychair
32162 purposely when I took off only my blouse and skirt first in the other
32163 room he was so busy where he oughtnt to be he never felt me I hope my
32164 breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I remember one
32165 time I could scout it out straight whistling like a man almost easy O
32166 Lord how noisy I hope theyre bubbles on it for a wad of money from some
32167 fellow 111 have to perfume it in the morning dont forget I bet he
32168 never saw a better pair of thighs than that look how white they are the
32169 smoothest place is right there between this bit here how soft like a
32170 peach easy God I wouldnt mind being a man and get up on a lovely woman
32171 O Lord what a row youre making like the jersey lily easy easy O how the
32172 waters come down at Lahore
32173
32174 who knows is there anything the matter with my insides or have I
32175 something growing in me getting that thing like that every week when was
32176 it last I Whit Monday yes its only about 3 weeks I ought to go to the
32177 doctor only it would be like before I married him when I had that white
32178 thing coming from me and Floey made me go to that dry old stick Dr
32179 Collins for womens diseases on Pembroke road your vagina he called it I
32180 suppose thats how he got all the gilt mirrors and carpets getting round
32181 those rich ones off Stephens green running up to him for every little
32182 fiddlefaddle her vagina and her cochinchina theyve money of course so
32183 theyre all right I wouldnt marry him not if he was the last man in
32184 the world besides theres something queer about their children always
32185 smelling around those filthy bitches all sides asking me if what I did
32186 had an offensive odour what did he want me to do but the one thing gold
32187 maybe what a question if I smathered it all over his wrinkly old face
32188 for him with all my compriments I suppose hed know then and could you
32189 pass it easily pass what I thought he was talking about the rock of
32190 Gibraltar the way he put it thats a very nice invention too by the
32191 way only I like letting myself down after in the hole as far as I can
32192 squeeze and pull the chain then to flush it nice cool pins and needles
32193 still theres something in it I suppose I always used to know by Millys
32194 when she was a child whether she had worms or not still all the same
32195 paying him for that how much is that doctor one guinea please and asking
32196 me had I frequent omissions where do those old fellows get all the words
32197 they have omissions with his shortsighted eyes on me cocked sideways I
32198 wouldnt trust him too far to give me chloroform or God knows what else
32199 still I liked him when he sat down to write the thing out frowning so
32200 severe his nose intelligent like that you be damned you lying strap O
32201 anything no matter who except an idiot he was clever enough to spot
32202 that of course that was all thinking of him and his mad crazy letters
32203 my Precious one everything connected with your glorious Body everything
32204 underlined that comes from it is a thing of beauty and of joy for ever
32205 something he got out of some nonsensical book that he had me always at
32206 myself 4 and 5 times a day sometimes and I said I hadnt are you sure
32207 O yes I said I am quite sure in a way that shut him up I knew what was
32208 coming next only natural weakness it was he excited me I dont know how
32209 the first night ever we met when I was living in Rehoboth terrace we
32210 stood staring at one another for about lo minutes as if we met somewhere
32211 I suppose on account of my being jewess looking after my mother he used
32212 to amuse me the things he said with the half sloothering smile on him
32213 and all the Doyles said he was going to stand for a member of Parliament
32214 O wasnt I the born fool to believe all his blather about home rule
32215 and the land league sending me that long strool of a song out of the
32216 Huguenots to sing in French to be more classy O beau pays de la Touraine
32217 that I never even sang once explaining and rigmaroling about religion
32218 and persecution he wont let you enjoy anything naturally then might he
32219 as a great favour the very 1st opportunity he got a chance in Brighton
32220 square running into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his hands to
32221 wash it off with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to use and the
32222 gelatine still round it O I laughed myself sick at him that day I better
32223 not make an alnight sitting on this affair they ought to make chambers a
32224 natural size so that a woman could sit on it properly he kneels down to
32225 do it I suppose there isnt in all creation another man with the habits
32226 he has look at the way hes sleeping at the foot of the bed how can he
32227 without a hard bolster its well he doesnt kick or he might knock out
32228 all my teeth breathing with his hand on his nose like that Indian god
32229 he took me to show one wet Sunday in the museum in Kildare street all
32230 yellow in a pinafore lying on his side on his hand with his ten toes
32231 sticking out that he said was a bigger religion than the jews and
32232 Our Lords both put together all over Asia imitating him as hes always
32233 imitating everybody I suppose he used to sleep at the foot of the bed
32234 too with his big square feet up in his wifes mouth damn this stinking
32235 thing anyway wheres this those napkins are ah yes I know I hope the old
32236 press doesnt creak ah I knew it would hes sleeping hard had a good time
32237 somewhere still she must have given him great value for his money of
32238 course he has to pay for it from her O this nuisance of a thing I hope
32239 theyll have something better for us in the other world tying ourselves
32240 up God help us thats all right for tonight now the lumpy old jingly
32241 bed always reminds me of old Cohen I suppose he scratched himself in it
32242 often enough and he thinks father bought it from Lord Napier that I used
32243 to admire when I was a little girl because I told him easy piano O
32244 I like my bed God here we are as bad as ever after 16 years how many
32245 houses were we in at all Raymond terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard
32246 street and Holles street and he goes about whistling every time were on
32247 the run again his huguenots or the frogs march pretending to help the
32248 men with our 4 sticks of furniture and then the City Arms hotel worse
32249 and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the landing always
32250 somebody inside praying then leaving all their stinks after them
32251 always know who was in there last every time were just getting on right
32252 something happens or he puts his big foot in it Thoms and Helys and Mr
32253 Cuffes and Drimmies either hes going to be run into prison over his old
32254 lottery tickets that was to be all our salvations or he goes and gives
32255 impudence well have him coming home with the sack soon out of the
32256 Freeman too like the rest on account of those Sinner Fein or the
32257 freemasons then well see if the little man he showed me dribbling
32258 along in the wet all by himself round by Coadys lane will give him much
32259 consolation that he says is so capable and sincerely Irish he is indeed
32260 judging by the sincerity of the trousers I saw on him wait theres
32261 Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the hour l wait 2 oclock well
32262 thats a nice hour of the night for him to be coming home at to anybody
32263 climbing down into the area if anybody saw him Ill knock him off that
32264 little habit tomorrow first Ill look at his shirt to see or Ill see if
32265 he has that French letter still in his pocketbook I suppose he thinks I
32266 dont know deceitful men all their 20 pockets arent enough for their lies
32267 then why should we tell them even if its the truth they dont believe you
32268 then tucked up in bed like those babies in the Aristocrats Masterpiece
32269 he brought me another time as if we hadnt enough of that in real life
32270 without some old Aristocrat or whatever his name is disgusting you more
32271 with those rotten pictures children with two heads and no legs thats the
32272 kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about with not another thing in
32273 their empty heads they ought to get slow poison the half of them then
32274 tea and toast for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose
32275 Im nothing any more when I wouldnt let him lick me in Holles street one
32276 night man man tyrant as ever for the one thing he slept on the floor
32277 half the night naked the way the jews used when somebody dies belonged
32278 to them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word wanting to be
32279 petted so I thought I stood out enough for one time and let him he does
32280 it all wrong too thinking only of his own pleasure his tongue is too
32281 flat or I dont know what he forgets that wethen I dont Ill make him do
32282 it again if he doesnt mind himself and lock him down to sleep in the
32283 coalcellar with the blackbeetles I wonder was it her Josie off her head
32284 with my castoffs hes such a born liar too no hed never have the courage
32285 with a married woman thats why he wants me and Boylan though as for her
32286 Denis as she calls him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt call
32287 him a husband yes its some little bitch hes got in with even when I was
32288 with him with Milly at the College races that Hornblower with the childs
32289 bonnet on the top of his nob let us into by the back way he was throwing
32290 his sheeps eyes at those two doing skirt duty up and down I tried to
32291 wink at him first no use of course and thats the way his money goes this
32292 is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were all in great style at the
32293 grand funeral in the paper Boylan brought in if they saw a real officers
32294 funeral thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor horse
32295 walking behind in black L Boom and Tom Kernan that drunken little
32296 barrelly man that bit his tongue off falling down the mens W C drunk
32297 in some place or other and Martin Cunningham and the two Dedaluses and
32298 Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a turn in
32299 her eye trying to sing my songs shed want to be born all over again and
32300 her old green dress with the lowneck as she cant attract them any other
32301 way like dabbling on a rainy day I see it all now plainly and they call
32302 that friendship killing and then burying one another and they all with
32303 their wives and families at home more especially Jack Power keeping that
32304 barmaid he does of course his wife is always sick or going to be sick
32305 or just getting better of it and hes a goodlooking man still though
32306 hes getting a bit grey over the ears theyre a nice lot all of them well
32307 theyre not going to get my husband again into their clutches if I can
32308 help it making fun of him then behind his back I know well when he goes
32309 on with his idiotics because he has sense enough not to squander every
32310 penny piece he earns down their gullets and looks after his wife and
32311 family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the same Im sorry in a
32312 way for him what are his wife and 5 children going to do unless he was
32313 insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in some pub corner and
32314 her or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please come home her widows
32315 weeds wont improve her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if
32316 youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he was at the Glencree dinner
32317 and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night he borrowed the swallowtail
32318 to sing out of in Holles street squeezed and squashed into them and
32319 grinning all over his big Dolly face like a wellwhipped childs botty
32320 didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been a
32321 spectacle on the stage imagine paying 5/- in the preserved seats for
32322 that to see him trotting off in his trowlers and Simon Dedalus too he
32323 was always turning up half screwed singing the second verse first the
32324 old love is the new was one of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the
32325 hawthorn bough he was always on for flirtyfying too when I sang Maritana
32326 with him at Freddy Mayers private opera he had a delicious glorious
32327 voice Phoebe dearest goodbye _sweet_heart sweetheart he always sang it
32328 not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course he had the gift of
32329 the voice so there was no art in it all over you like a warm showerbath
32330 O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was a bit too
32331 high for my register even transposed and he was married at the time to
32332 May Goulding but then hed say or do something to knock the good out of
32333 it hes a widower now I wonder what sort is his son he says hes an author
32334 and going to be a university professor of Italian and Im to take lessons
32335 what is he driving at now showing him my photo its not good of me I
32336 ought to have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of fashion
32337 still I look young in it I wonder he didnt make him a present of it
32338 altogether and me too after all why not I saw him driving down to the
32339 Kingsbridge station with his father and mother I was in mourning thats
32340 11 years ago now yes hed be 11 though what was the good in going into
32341 mourning for what was neither one thing nor the other the first cry was
32342 enough for me I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the wall of course
32343 he insisted hed go into mourning for the cat I suppose hes a man now by
32344 this time he was an innocent boy then and a darling little fellow in his
32345 lord Fauntleroy suit and curly hair like a prince on the stage when I
32346 saw him at Mat Dillons he liked me too I remember they all do wait by
32347 God yes wait yes hold on he was on the cards this morning when I laid
32348 out the deck union with a young stranger neither dark nor fair you met
32349 before I thought it meant him but hes no chicken nor a stranger either
32350 besides my face was turned the other way what was the 7th card after
32351 that the 10 of spades for a journey by land then there was a letter on
32352 its way and scandals too the 3 queens and the 8 of diamonds for a rise
32353 in society yes wait it all came out and 2 red 8s for new garments look
32354 at that and didnt I dream something too yes there was something about
32355 poetry in it I hope he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his eyes or
32356 standing up like a red Indian what do they go about like that for only
32357 getting themselves and their poetry laughed at I always liked poetry
32358 when I was a girl first I thought he was a poet like lord Byron and not
32359 an ounce of it in his composition I thought he was quite different I
32360 wonder is he too young hes about wait 88 I was married 88 Milly is 15
32361 yesterday 89 what age was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 about 88 I suppose
32362 hes 20 or more Im not too old for him if hes 23 or 24 I hope hes not
32363 that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt go sitting
32364 down in the old kitchen with him taking Eppss cocoa and talking of
32365 course he pretended to understand it all probably he told him he was
32366 out of Trinity college hes very young to be a professor I hope hes not
32367 a professor like Goodwin was he was a potent professor of John Jameson
32368 they all write about some woman in their poetry well I suppose he wont
32369 find many like me where softly sighs of love the light guitar where
32370 poetry is in the air the blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully
32371 coming back on the nightboat from Tarifa the lighthouse at Europa point
32372 the guitar that fellow played was so expressive will I ever go back
32373 there again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing that
32374 for him theyre my eyes if hes anything of a poet two eyes as darkly
32375 bright as loves own star arent those beautiful words as loves young star
32376 itll be a change the Lord knows to have an intelligent person to talk
32377 to about yourself not always listening to him and Billy Prescotts ad
32378 and Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad then if anything goes wrong in their
32379 business we have to suffer Im sure hes very distinguished Id like to
32380 meet a man like that God not those other ruck besides hes young those
32381 fine young men I could see down in Margate strand bathingplace from the
32382 side of the rock standing up in the sun naked like a God or something
32383 and then plunging into the sea with them why arent all men like that
32384 thered be some consolation for a woman like that lovely little statue he
32385 bought I could look at him all day long curly head and his shoulders
32386 his finger up for you to listen theres real beauty and poetry for you
32387 I often felt I wanted to kiss him all over also his lovely young cock
32388 there so simple I wouldnt mind taking him in my mouth if nobody was
32389 looking as if it was asking you to suck it so clean and white he looks
32390 with his boyish face I would too in 1/2 a minute even if some of it went
32391 down what its only like gruel or the dew theres no danger besides hed
32392 be so clean compared with those pigs of men I suppose never dream of
32393 washing it from I years end to the other the most of them only thats
32394 what gives the women the moustaches Im sure itll be grand if I can only
32395 get in with a handsome young poet at my age Ill throw them the 1st thing
32396 in the morning till I see if the wishcard comes out or Ill try pairing
32397 the lady herself and see if he comes out Ill read and study all I can
32398 find or learn a bit off by heart if I knew who he likes so he wont think
32399 me stupid if he thinks all women are the same and I can teach him the
32400 other part Ill make him feel all over him till he half faints under
32401 me then hell write about me lover and mistress publicly too with our 2
32402 photographs in all the papers when he becomes famous O but then what am
32403 I going to do about him though
32404
32405 no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no
32406 nothing in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom because
32407 I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a
32408 cabbage thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place
32409 pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so
32410 barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that vulgar
32411 way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a
32412 butcher or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course
32413 hes right enough in his way to pass the time as a joke sure you might
32414 as well be in bed with what with a lion God Im sure hed have something
32415 better to say for himself an old Lion would O well I suppose its because
32416 they were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt resist
32417 they excite myself sometimes its well for men all the amount of pleasure
32418 they get off a womans body were so round and white for them always I
32419 wished I was one myself for a change just to try with that thing they
32420 have swelling up on you so hard and at the same time so soft when you
32421 touch it my uncle John has a thing long I heard those cornerboys saying
32422 passing the comer of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a thing hairy
32423 because it was dark and they knew a girl was passing it didnt make me
32424 blush why should it either its only nature and he puts his thing long
32425 into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be you put the handle
32426 in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and choose what they
32427 please a married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their different
32428 tastes like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be
32429 always chained up theyre not going to be chaining me up no damn fear
32430 once I start I tell you for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant we
32431 all remain friends over it instead of quarrelling her husband found it
32432 out what they did together well naturally and if he did can he undo it
32433 hes coronado anyway whatever he does and then he going to the other
32434 mad extreme about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man never even
32435 casts a 2nd thought on the husband or wife either its the woman he wants
32436 and he gets her what else were we given all those desires for Id like to
32437 know I cant help it if Im young still can I its a wonder Im not an old
32438 shrivelled hag before my time living with him so cold never embracing
32439 me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of me not knowing I
32440 suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat at
32441 him after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any
32442 kind of expression in us all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before ever
32443 Id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough
32444 I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss
32445 our halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked
32446 ideas but me still of course a woman wants to be embraced 20 times a day
32447 almost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to be in love
32448 or loved by somebody if the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the
32449 Lord God I was thinking would I go around by the quays there some dark
32450 evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be
32451 hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only do it off up in a gate
32452 somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their
32453 camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if
32454 they could I only sent mine there a few times for the name model
32455 laundry sending me back over and over some old ones odd stockings that
32456 blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me
32457 in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word or a murderer
32458 anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk hats
32459 that K C lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke lane the
32460 night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing
32461 match of course it was for me he gave it I knew him by his gaiters and
32462 the walk and when I turned round a minute after just to see there was
32463 a woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes
32464 home to his wife after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are
32465 rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of that for
32466 the love of Mike listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so
32467 well he may sleep and sigh the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if
32468 he knew how he came out on the cards this morning hed have something to
32469 sigh for a dark man in some perplexity between 2 7s too in prison for
32470 Lord knows what he does that I dont know and Im to be slooching around
32471 down in the kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled
32472 up like a mummy will I indeed did you ever see me running Id just like
32473 to see myself at it show them attention and they treat you like dirt
32474 I dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be
32475 governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women going and killing one
32476 another and slaughtering when do you ever see women rolling around drunk
32477 like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses
32478 yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they
32479 wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it is to
32480 be a woman and a mother how could they where would they all of them be
32481 if they hadnt all a mother to look after them what I never had thats
32482 why I suppose hes running wild now out at night away from his books
32483 and studies and not living at home on account of the usual rowy house I
32484 suppose well its a poor case that those that have a fine son like that
32485 theyre not satisfied and I none was he not able to make one it wasnt my
32486 fault we came together when I was watching the two dogs up in her behind
32487 in the middle of the naked street that disheartened me altogether I
32488 suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I
32489 knitted crying as I was but give it to some poor child but I knew well
32490 Id never have another our 1st death too it was we were never the same
32491 since O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any
32492 more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was
32493 somebody strange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting
32494 God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt
32495 like that if she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a
32496 lovely hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances the air of
32497 the night they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants
32498 what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I
32499 hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a
32500 dreadful lot of bitches I suppose its all the troubles we have makes us
32501 so snappy Im not like that he could easy have slept in there on the sofa
32502 in the other room I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young
32503 hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah
32504 what harm Dedalus I wonder its like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz
32505 Delagracia they had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of
32506 Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Calle las
32507 Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a
32508 name Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like
32509 her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and
32510 Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small
32511 blame to me if I am a harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I
32512 dont feel a day older than then I wonder could I get my tongue round
32513 any of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent
32514 forgotten it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the
32515 name of any person place or thing pity I never tried to read that novel
32516 cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in it all
32517 upside down the two ways I always knew wed go away in the end I can
32518 tell him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not
32519 so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor fellow was dead
32520 tired and wanted a good sleep badly I could have brought him in his
32521 breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on
32522 the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the
32523 watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the
32524 kitchen he might like I never could bear the look of them in Abrines
32525 I could do the criada the room looks all right since I changed it the
32526 other way you see something was telling me all the time Id have to
32527 introduce myself not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his
32528 wife or pretend we were in Spain with him half awake without a Gods
32529 notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the cracked things
32530 come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us
32531 why not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room
32532 he could do his writing and studies at the table in there for all the
32533 scribbling he does at it and if he wants to read in bed in the morning
32534 like me as hes making the breakfast for I he can make it for 2 Im sure
32535 Im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him if he takes
32536 a gesabo of a house like this Id love to have a long talk with an
32537 intelligent welleducated person Id have to get a nice pair of red
32538 slippers like those Turks with the fez used to sell or yellow and a
32539 nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want or a peachblossom
32540 dressing jacket like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 Ill
32541 just give him one more chance Ill get up early in the morning Im sick of
32542 Cohens old bed in any case I might go over to the markets to see all
32543 the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of
32544 splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the 1st
32545 man Id meet theyre out looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used
32546 to say they are and the night too that was her massgoing Id love a
32547 big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be in the
32548 longing way then Ill throw him up his eggs and tea in the moustachecup
32549 she gave him to make his mouth bigger I suppose hed like my nice cream
32550 too I know what Ill do Ill go about rather gay not too much singing a
32551 bit now and then mi fa pieta Masetto then Ill start dressing myself to
32552 go out presto non son piu forte Ill put on my best shift and drawers let
32553 him have a good eyeful out of that to make his micky stand for him Ill
32554 let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is I s l o fucked yes
32555 and damn well fucked too up to my neck nearly not by him 5 or 6 times
32556 handrunning theres the mark of his spunk on the clean sheet I wouldnt
32557 bother to even iron it out that ought to satisfy him if you dont believe
32558 me feel my belly unless I made him stand there and put him into me Ive a
32559 mind to tell him every scrap and make him do it out in front of me serve
32560 him right its all his own fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in
32561 the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in
32562 this vale of tears God knows its not much doesnt everybody only they
32563 hide it I suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for or
32564 He wouldnt have made us the way He did so attractive to men then if he
32565 wants to kiss my bottom Ill drag open my drawers and bulge it right out
32566 in his face as large as life he can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole
32567 as hes there my brown part then Ill tell him I want LI or perhaps 30/-
32568 Ill tell him I want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well he
32569 wont be too bad I dont want to soak it all out of him like other women
32570 do I could often have written out a fine cheque for myself and write his
32571 name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he forgot to lock it up
32572 besides he wont spend it Ill let him do it off on me behind provided he
32573 doesnt smear all my good drawers O I suppose that cant be helped Ill do
32574 the indifferent l or 2 questions Ill know by the answers when hes like
32575 that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him Ill tighten my
32576 bottom well and let out a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or
32577 the first mad thing comes into my head then Ill suggest about yes O wait
32578 now sonny my turn is coming Ill be quite gay and friendly over it O
32579 but I was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh you wouldnt know
32580 which to laugh or cry were such a mixture of plum and apple no Ill have
32581 to wear the old things so much the better itll be more pointed hell
32582 never know whether he did it or not there thats good enough for you
32583 any old thing at all then Ill wipe him off me just like a business his
32584 omission then Ill go out Ill have him eying up at the ceiling where is
32585 she gone now make him want me thats the only way a quarter after what an
32586 unearthly hour I suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing out
32587 their pigtails for the day well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus
32588 theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or two
32589 for his night office or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering
32590 the brains out of itself let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what
32591 kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper
32592 in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that
32593 something only I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again
32594 so as I can get up early Ill go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and
32595 get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in case he
32596 brings him home tomorrow today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first
32597 I want to do the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im
32598 asleep then we can have music and cigarettes I can accompany him first I
32599 must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I wear shall I wear
32600 a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich
32601 big shop at 7 1/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them
32602 and the pinky sugar I Id a couple of lbs of those a nice plant for the
32603 middle of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them
32604 not long ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in
32605 roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then
32606 the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields
32607 of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going
32608 about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers
32609 all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the
32610 ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no
32611 God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why
32612 dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever
32613 they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then
32614 they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre
32615 afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them
32616 well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody
32617 that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you
32618 are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun
32619 shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on
32620 Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to
32621 propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth
32622 and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long
32623 kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain
32624 yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he
32625 said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I
32626 liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew
32627 I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could
32628 leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first
32629 only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many
32630 things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and
32631 old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop
32632 and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front
32633 of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil
32634 half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their
32635 tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and
32636 the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and
32637 Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons
32638 and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the
32639 cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts
32640 of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those
32641 handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit
32642 down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the
32643 posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron
32644 and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we
32645 missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his
32646 lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson
32647 sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the
32648 Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink
32649 and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and
32650 geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower
32651 of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian
32652 girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the
32653 Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked
32654 him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to
32655 say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and
32656 drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his
32657 heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
32658
32659 Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914-1921