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Ulysses by James Joyce

-- I --

Statelyplump Buck Mulligan came from the stairheadbearing a bowl of
lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown
ungirdledwas sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He
held the bowl aloft and intoned:


--INTROIBO AD ALTARE DEI.


Haltedhe peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:


--Come upKinch! Come upyou fearful jesuit!


Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced
about and blessed gravely thrice the towerthe surrounding land and the
awaking mountains. Thencatching sight of Stephen Dedalushe bent
towards him and made rapid crosses in the airgurgling in his throat and
shaking his head. Stephen Dedalusdispleased and sleepyleaned his arms
on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face
that blessed himequine in its lengthand at the light untonsured hair
grained and hued like pale oak.


Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered
the bowl smartly.


--Back to barracks! he said sternly.


He added in a preacher's tone:


--For thisO dearly belovedis the genuine Christine: body and soul and
blood and ouns. Slow musicplease. Shut your eyesgents. One moment. A
little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silenceall.


He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of callthen
paused awhile in rapt attentionhis even white teeth glistening here and
there with gold points. Chrysostomos. Two strong shrill whistles answered
through the calm.


--Thanksold chaphe cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the
currentwill you?


He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher
gathering about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed
face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelatepatron of arts in the middle
ages. A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips.


--The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd namean ancient Greek!


He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet
laughing to himself. Stephen Dedalus stepped upfollowed him wearily
halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrestwatching him still as he
propped his mirror on the parapetdipped the brush in the bowl and
lathered cheeks and neck.



Buck Mulligan's gay voice went on.

--My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligantwo dactyls. But it has a
Hellenic ringhasn't it? Tripping and sunny like the buck himself. We
must go to Athens. Will you come if I can get the aunt to fork out twenty
quid?

He laid the brush aside andlaughing with delightcried:

--Will he come? The jejune jesuit!

Ceasinghe began to shave with care.

--Tell meMulliganStephen said quietly.

--Yesmy love?

--How long is Haines going to stay in this tower?

Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.

--Godisn't he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He thinks
you're not a gentleman. Godthese bloody English! Bursting with money
and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You knowDedalusyou
have the real Oxford manner. He can't make you out. Omy name for you
is the best: Kinchthe knife-blade.

He shaved warily over his chin.

--He was raving all night about a black pantherStephen said. Where is
his guncase?

--A woful lunatic! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk?

--I wasStephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the dark
with a man I don't know raving and moaning to himself about shooting a
black panther. You saved men from drowning. I'm not a herohowever. If
he stays on here I am off.

Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped
down from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.

--Scutter! he cried thickly.

He came over to the gunrest andthrusting a hand into Stephen's
upper pocketsaid:

--Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.

Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a
dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly.
Thengazing over the handkerchiefhe said:

--The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.
You can almost taste itcan't you?

He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bayhis
fair oakpale hair stirring slightly.

--God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet
mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. EPI OINOPA PONTON.
AhDedalusthe Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the
original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and
look.


Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he
looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth
of Kingstown.

--Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said.

He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's
face.

--The aunt thinks you killed your motherhe said. That's why she won't
let me have anything to do with you.

--Someone killed herStephen said gloomily.

--You could have knelt downdamn itKinchwhen your dying mother
asked youBuck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to
think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and
pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you ...

He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant
smile curled his lips.

--But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinchthe loveliest
mummer of them all!

He shaved evenly and with carein silenceseriously.

Stephenan elbow rested on the jagged graniteleaned his palm
against his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black
coat-sleeve. Painthat was not yet the pain of lovefretted his heart.
Silentlyin a dream she had come to him after her deathher wasted body
within its loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and
rosewoodher breaththat had bent upon himmutereproachfula faint
odour of wetted ashes. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea
hailed as a great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him. The ring
of bay and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china
had stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she
had torn up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.

Buck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade.

--Ahpoor dogsbody! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt and
a few noserags. How are the secondhand breeks?

--They fit well enoughStephen answered.

Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip.

--The mockery of ithe said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God
knows what poxy bowsy left them off. I have a lovely pair with a hair
stripegrey. You'll look spiffing in them. I'm not jokingKinch. You
look damn well when you're dressed.

--ThanksStephen said. I can't wear them if they are grey.

--He can't wear themBuck Mulligan told his face in the mirror.
Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey
trousers.

He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the
smooth skin.

Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its


smokeblue mobile eyes.

--That fellow I was with in the Ship last nightsaid Buck Mulligansays
you have g.p.i. He's up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman. General
paralysis of the insane!

He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad
in sunlight now radiant on the sea. His curling shaven lips laughed and
the edges of his white glittering teeth. Laughter seized all his strong
wellknit trunk.

--Look at yourselfhe saidyou dreadful bard!

Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to himcleft
by a crooked crack. Hair on end. As he and others see me. Who chose this
face for me? This dogsbody to rid of vermin. It asks me too.

--I pinched it out of the skivvy's roomBuck Mulligan said. It does her
all right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi. Lead
him not into temptation. And her name is Ursula.

Laughing againhe brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering
eyes.

--The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirrorhe said. If
Wilde were only alive to see you!

Drawing back and pointingStephen said with bitterness:

--It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.

Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with
him round the towerhis razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he
had thrust them.

--It's not fair to tease you like thatKinchis it? he said kindly. God
knows you have more spirit than any of them.

Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The
cold steelpen.

--Cracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that to the oxy chap downstairs
and touch him for a guinea. He's stinking with money and thinks you're
not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or
some bloody swindle or other. GodKinchif you and I could only work
together we might do something for the island. Hellenise it.

Cranly's arm. His arm.

--And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one
that knows what you are. Why don't you trust me more? What have you up
your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I'll bring
down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive
Kempthorpe.

Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. Palefaces:
they hold their ribs with laughterone clasping another. OI
shall expire! Break the news to her gentlyAubrey! I shall die! With slit
ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the table
with trousers down at heelschased by Ades of Magdalen with the tailor's
shears. A scared calf's face gilded with marmalade. I don't want to be
debagged! Don't you play the giddy ox with me!

Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A


deaf gardenerapronedmasked with Matthew Arnold's facepushes his
mower on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of
grasshalms.

To ourselves ... new paganism ... omphalos.

--Let him stayStephen said. There's nothing wrong with him except at
night.

--Then what is it? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I'm
quite frank with you. What have you against me now?

They haltedlooking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on
the water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm
quietly.

--Do you wish me to tell you? he asked.

--Yeswhat is it? Buck Mulligan answered. I don't remember anything.

He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his
browfanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of
anxiety in his eyes.

Stephendepressed by his own voicesaid:

--Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my mother's
death?

Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said:

--What? Where? I can't remember anything. I remember only ideas and
sensations. Why? What happened in the name of God?

--You were making teaStephen saidand went across the landing to get
more hot water. Your mother and some visitor came out of the
drawingroom. She asked you who was in your room.

--Yes? Buck Mulligan said. What did I say? I forget.

--You saidStephen answeredOIT'S ONLY DEDALUS WHOSE MOTHER IS
BEASTLY DEAD.

A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to
Buck Mulligan's cheek.

--Did I say that? he asked. Well? What harm is that?

He shook his constraint from him nervously.

--And what is deathhe askedyour mother's or yours or my own? You
saw only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and
Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom. It's a beastly
thing and nothing else. It simply doesn't matter. You wouldn't kneel down
to pray for your mother on her deathbed when she asked you. Why? Because
you have the cursed jesuit strain in youonly it's injected the wrong
way. To me it's all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral lobes are not
functioning. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups
off the quilt. Humour her till it's over. You crossed her last wish in
death and yet you sulk with me because I don't whinge like some hired mute
from Lalouette's. Absurd! I suppose I did say it. I didn't mean to offend
the memory of your mother.

He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephenshielding the gaping


wounds which the words had left in his heartsaid very coldly:

--I am not thinking of the offence to my mother.

--Of what then? Buck Mulligan asked.

--Of the offence to meStephen answered.

Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel.

--Oan impossible person! he exclaimed.

He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post
gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Sea and headland now
grew dim. Pulses were beating in his eyesveiling their sightand he
felt the fever of his cheeks.

A voice within the tower called loudly:

--Are you up thereMulligan?

--I'm comingBuck Mulligan answered.

He turned towards Stephen and said:

--Look at the sea. What does it care about offences? Chuck LoyolaKinch
and come on down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.

His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircaselevel
with the roof:

--Don't mope over it all dayhe said. I'm inconsequent. Give up the
moody brooding.

His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out
of the stairhead:

AND NO MORE TURN ASIDE AND BROOD
UPON LOVE'S BITTER MYSTERY
FOR FERGUS RULES THE BRAZEN CARS.


Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the
stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of
water whitenedspurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the
dim sea. The twining stressestwo by two. A hand plucking the
harpstringsmerging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words
shimmering on the dim tide.

A cloud began to cover the sun slowlywhollyshadowing the bay in
deeper green. It lay beneath hima bowl of bitter waters. Fergus' song: I
sang it alone in the householding down the long dark chords. Her door
was open: she wanted to hear my music. Silent with awe and pity I went to
her bedside. She was crying in her wretched bed. For those wordsStephen:
love's bitter mystery.

Where now?

Her secrets: old featherfanstasselled dancecardspowdered with
muska gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer. A birdcage hung in the
sunny window of her house when she was a girl. She heard old Royce sing
in the pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others when he
sang:


I AM THE BOY
THAT CAN ENJOY
INVISIBILITY.


Phantasmal mirthfolded away: muskperfumed.

AND NO MORE TURN ASIDE AND BROOD.

Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset
his brooding brain. Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had
approached the sacrament. A cored applefilled with brown sugarroasting
for her at the hob on a dark autumn evening. Her shapely fingernails
reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children's shirts.

In a dreamsilentlyshe had come to himher wasted body within its
loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewoodher breath
bent over him with mute secret wordsa faint odour of wetted ashes.

Her glazing eyesstaring out of deathto shake and bend my soul. On
me alone. The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the
tortured face. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horrorwhile all prayed
on their knees. Her eyes on me to strike me down. LILIATA RUTILANTIUM TE
CONFESSORUM TURMA CIRCUMDET: IUBILANTIUM TE VIRGINUM CHORUS EXCIPIAT.

Ghoul! Chewer of corpses!

Nomother! Let me be and let me live.

--Kinch ahoy!

Buck Mulligan's voice sang from within the tower. It came nearer up
the staircasecalling again. Stephenstill trembling at his soul's cry
heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly words.

--Dedaluscome downlike a good mosey. Breakfast is ready. Haines is
apologising for waking us last night. It's all right.

--I'm comingStephen saidturning.

--Dofor Jesus' sakeBuck Mulligan said. For my sake and for all our
sakes.

His head disappeared and reappeared.

--I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch
him for a quidwill you? A guineaI mean.

--I get paid this morningStephen said.

--The school kip? Buck Mulligan said. How much? Four quid? Lend us
one.

--If you want itStephen said.

--Four shining sovereignsBuck Mulligan cried with delight. We'll have a
glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent sovereigns.

He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairssinging out
of tune with a Cockney accent:


OWON'T WE HAVE A MERRY TIME

DRINKING WHISKYBEER AND WINE!

ON CORONATION

CORONATION DAY!

OWON'T WE HAVE A MERRY TIME

ON CORONATION DAY!

Warm sunshine merrying over the sea. The nickel shavingbowl shone
forgottenon the parapet. Why should I bring it down? Or leave it there
all dayforgotten friendship?

He went over to itheld it in his hands awhilefeeling its coolness
smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck. So
I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and yet
the same. A servant too. A server of a servant.

In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan's
gowned form moved briskly to and fro about the hearthhiding and
revealing its yellow glow. Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the
flagged floor from the high barbacans: and at the meeting of their rays a
cloud of coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floatedturning.

--We'll be chokedBuck Mulligan said. Hainesopen that doorwill you?

Stephen laid the shavingbowl on the locker. A tall figure rose from the
hammock where it had been sittingwent to the doorway and pulled open
the inner doors.

--Have you the key? a voice asked.

--Dedalus has itBuck Mulligan said. Janey MackI'm choked!

He howledwithout looking up from the fire:

--Kinch!

--It's in the lockStephen saidcoming forward.

The key scraped round harshly twice andwhen the heavy door had
been set ajarwelcome light and bright air entered. Haines stood at the
doorwaylooking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and
sat down to wait. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside him.
Then he carried the dish and a large teapot over to the tableset them
down heavily and sighed with relief.

--I'm meltinghe saidas the candle remarked when ... Buthush! Not a
word more on that subject! Kinchwake up! Breadbutterhoney. Haines
come in. The grub is ready. Bless usO Lordand these thy gifts. Where's
the sugar? Ojaythere's no milk.

Stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler
from the locker. Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.

--What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.

--We can drink it blackStephen said thirstily. There's a lemon in the
locker.

--Odamn you and your Paris fads! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove
milk.


Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly:

--That woman is coming up with the milk.

--The blessings of God on you! Buck Mulligan criedjumping up from his
chair. Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in the bag. HereI
can't go fumbling at the damned eggs.

He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three
platessaying:

--IN NOMINE PATRIS ET FILII ET SPIRITUS SANCTI.

Haines sat down to pour out the tea.

--I'm giving you two lumps eachhe said. ButI sayMulliganyou do
make strong teadon't you?

Buck Mulliganhewing thick slices from the loafsaid in an old
woman's wheedling voice:

--When I makes tea I makes teaas old mother Grogan said. And when I
makes water I makes water.

--By Joveit is teaHaines said.

Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling:

--SO I DOMRS CAHILLsays she. BEGOBMA'AMsays Mrs CahillGOD SEND
YOU DON'T MAKE THEM IN THE ONE POT.

He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread
impaled on his knife.

--That's folkhe said very earnestlyfor your bookHaines. Five lines
of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of Dundrum.
Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.

He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voicelifting his
brows:

--Can you recallbrotheris mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken of
in the Mabinogion or is it in the Upanishads?

--I doubt itsaid Stephen gravely.

--Do you now? Buck Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasonspray?

--I fancyStephen said as he ateit did not exist in or out of the
Mabinogion. Mother Grogan wasone imaginesa kinswoman of Mary
Ann.

Buck Mulligan's face smiled with delight.

--Charming! he said in a finical sweet voiceshowing his white teeth and
blinking his eyes pleasantly. Do you think she was? Quite charming!

Thensuddenly overclouding all his featureshe growled in a
hoarsened rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf:

--FOR OLD MARY ANN
SHE DOESN'T CARE A DAMN.
BUTHISING UP HER PETTICOATS ...



He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.

The doorway was darkened by an entering form.

--The milksir!

--Come inma'amMulligan said. Kinchget the jug.

An old woman came forward and stood by Stephen's elbow.

--That's a lovely morningsirshe said. Glory be to God.

--To whom? Mulligan saidglancing at her. Ahto be sure!

Stephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker.

--The islandersMulligan said to Haines casuallyspeak frequently of
the collector of prepuces.

--How muchsir? asked the old woman.

--A quartStephen said.

He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich
white milknot hers. Old shrunken paps. She poured again a measureful
and a tilly. Old and secret she had entered from a morning worldmaybe a
messenger. She praised the goodness of the milkpouring it out. Crouching
by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush fielda witch on her toadstool
her wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs. They lowed about her
whom they knewdewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine and poor old woman
names given her in old times. A wandering cronelowly form of an immortal
serving her conqueror and her gay betrayertheir common cuckqueana
messenger from the secret morning. To serve or to upbraidwhether he
could not tell: but scorned to beg her favour.

--It is indeedma'amBuck Mulligan saidpouring milk into their cups.

--Taste itsirshe said.

He drank at her bidding.

--If we could live on good food like thathe said to her somewhat
loudlywe wouldn't have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten guts.
Living in a bogswampeating cheap food and the streets paved with dust
horsedung and consumptives' spits.

--Are you a medical studentsir? the old woman asked.

--I amma'amBuck Mulligan answered.

--Look at that nowshe said.

Stephen listened in scornful silence. She bows her old head to a voice
that speaks to her loudlyher bonesetterher medicineman: me she
slights. To the voice that will shrive and oil for the grave all there is
of her but her woman's unclean loinsof man's flesh made not in God's
likenessthe serpent's prey. And to the loud voice that now bids her be
silent with wondering unsteady eyes.

--Do you understand what he says? Stephen asked her.

--Is it French you are talkingsir? the old woman said to Haines.


Haines spoke to her again a longer speechconfidently.

--IrishBuck Mulligan said. Is there Gaelic on you?

--I thought it was Irishshe saidby the sound of it. Are you from the
westsir?

--I am an EnglishmanHaines answered.

--He's EnglishBuck Mulligan saidand he thinks we ought to speak Irish
in Ireland.

--Sure we ought tothe old woman saidand I'm ashamed I don't speak the
language myself. I'm told it's a grand language by them that knows.

--Grand is no name for itsaid Buck Mulligan. Wonderful entirely. Fill
us out some more teaKinch. Would you like a cupma'am?

--Nothank yousirthe old woman saidslipping the ring of the
milkcan on her forearm and about to go.

Haines said to her:

--Have you your bill? We had better pay herMulliganhadn't we?

Stephen filled again the three cups.

--Billsir? she saidhalting. Wellit's seven mornings a pint at
twopence is seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three
mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling. That's a
shilling and one and two is two and twosir.

Buck Mulligan sighed andhaving filled his mouth with a crust
thickly buttered on both sidesstretched forth his legs and began to
search his trouser pockets.

--Pay up and look pleasantHaines said to himsmiling.

Stephen filled a third cupa spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick
rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a florintwisted it round in his
fingers and cried:

--A miracle!

He passed it along the table towards the old womansaying:

--Ask nothing more of mesweet. All I can give you I give.

Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.

--We'll owe twopencehe said.

--Time enoughsirshe saidtaking the coin. Time enough. Good morning
sir.

She curtseyed and went outfollowed by Buck Mulligan's tender
chant:

--HEART OF MY HEARTWERE IT MORE
MORE WOULD BE LAID AT YOUR FEET.



He turned to Stephen and said:

--SeriouslyDedalus. I'm stony. Hurry out to your school kip and bring
us back some money. Today the bards must drink and junket. Ireland expects
that every man this day will do his duty.

--That reminds meHaines saidrisingthat I have to visit your
national library today.

--Our swim firstBuck Mulligan said.
He turned to Stephen and asked blandly:

--Is this the day for your monthly washKinch?
Then he said to Haines:

--The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month.

--All Ireland is washed by the gulfstreamStephen said as he let honey
trickle over a slice of the loaf.

Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about
the loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke:

--I intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.

Speaking to me. They wash and tub and scrub. Agenbite of inwit.
Conscience. Yet here's a spot.

--That one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol
of Irish art is deuced good.

Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table and said with
warmth of tone:

--Wait till you hear him on HamletHaines.

--WellI mean itHaines saidstill speaking to Stephen. I was just
thinking of it when that poor old creature came in.

--Would I make any money by it? Stephen asked.

Haines laughed andas he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of
the hammocksaid:
--I don't knowI'm sure.


He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen
and said with coarse vigour:

--You put your hoof in it now. What did you say that for?

--Well? Stephen said. The problem is to get money. From whom? From the
milkwoman or from him. It's a toss upI think.

--I blow him out about youBuck Mulligan saidand then you come along
with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.

--I see little hopeStephen saidfrom her or from him.

Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen's arm.
--From meKinchhe said.


In a suddenly changed tone he added:

--To tell you the God's truth I think you're right. Damn all else they
are good for. Why don't you play them as I do? To hell with them all. Let
us get out of the kip.

He stood upgravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown
saying resignedly:

--Mulligan is stripped of his garments.

He emptied his pockets on to the table.

--There's your snotraghe said.

And putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them
chiding themand to his dangling watchchain. His hands plunged and
rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief. Godwe'll
simply have to dress the character. I want puce gloves and green boots.
Contradiction. Do I contradict myself? Very well thenI contradict
myself. Mercurial Malachi. A limp black missile flew out of his talking
hands.

--And there's your Latin quarter hathe said.

Stephen picked it up and put it on. Haines called to them from the
doorway:

--Are you comingyou fellows?

--I'm readyBuck Mulligan answeredgoing towards the door. Come out
Kinch. You have eaten all we leftI suppose. Resigned he passed out with
grave words and gaitsayingwellnigh with sorrow:

--And going forth he met Butterly.

Stephentaking his ashplant from its leaningplacefollowed them out
andas they went down the ladderpulled to the slow iron door and locked
it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket.

At the foot of the ladder Buck Mulligan asked:

--Did you bring the key?

--I have itStephen saidpreceding them.

He walked on. Behind him he heard Buck Mulligan club with his heavy
bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.

--Downsir! How dare yousir!

Haines asked:

--Do you pay rent for this tower?

--Twelve quidBuck Mulligan said.

--To the secretary of state for warStephen added over his shoulder.

They halted while Haines surveyed the tower and said at last:

--Rather bleak in wintertimeI should say. Martello you call it?


--Billy Pitt had them builtBuck Mulligan saidwhen the French were on
the sea. But ours is the omphalos.

--What is your idea of Hamlet? Haines asked Stephen.

--NonoBuck Mulligan shouted in pain. I'm not equal to Thomas
Aquinas and the fiftyfive reasons he has made out to prop it up. Wait till
I have a few pints in me first.

He turned to Stephensayingas he pulled down neatly the peaks of
his primrose waistcoat:

--You couldn't manage it under three pintsKinchcould you?

--It has waited so longStephen said listlesslyit can wait longer.

--You pique my curiosityHaines said amiably. Is it some paradox?

--Pooh! Buck Mulligan said. We have grown out of Wilde and paradoxes.
It's quite simple. He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is
Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own
father.

--What? Haines saidbeginning to point at Stephen. He himself?

Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck andbending
in loose laughtersaid to Stephen's ear:

--Oshade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!

--We're always tired in the morningStephen said to Haines. And it is
rather long to tell.

Buck Mulliganwalking forward againraised his hands.

--The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalushe said.

--I mean to sayHaines explained to Stephen as they followedthis tower
and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore. THAT BEETLES O'ER HIS
BASE INTO THE SEAISN'T IT?

Buck Mulligan turned suddenly. for an instant towards Stephen but
did not speak. In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in
cheap dusty mourning between their gay attires.

--It's a wonderful taleHaines saidbringing them to halt again.

Eyespale as the sea the wind had freshenedpalerfirm and prudent.
The seas' rulerhe gazed southward over the bayempty save for the
smokeplume of the mailboat vague on the bright skyline and a sail tacking
by the Muglins.

--I read a theological interpretation of it somewherehe said bemused.
The Father and the Son idea. The Son striving to be atoned with the
Father.

Buck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He
looked at themhis wellshaped mouth open happilyhis eyesfrom which he
had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd senseblinking with mad gaiety. He
moved a doll's head to and frothe brims of his Panama hat quiveringand
began to chant in a quiet happy foolish voice:

--I'M THE QUEEREST YOUNG FELLOW THAT EVER YOU HEARD.


MY MOTHER'S A JEWMY FATHER'S A BIRD.
WITH JOSEPH THE JOINER I CANNOT AGREE.
SO HERE'S TO DISCIPLES AND CALVARY.


He held up a forefinger of warning.

--IF ANYONE THINKS THAT I AMN'T DIVINE
HE'LL GET NO FREE DRINKS WHEN I'M MAKING THE WINE
BUT HAVE TO DRINK WATER AND WISH IT WERE PLAIN
THAT I MAKE WHEN THE WINE BECOMES WATER AGAIN.


He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell andrunning
forward to a brow of the clifffluttered his hands at his sides like fins
or wings of one about to rise in the airand chanted:

--GOODBYENOWGOODBYE! WRITE DOWN ALL I SAID
AND TELL TOMDIEK AND HARRY I ROSE FROM THE DEAD.
WHAT'S BRED IN THE BONE CANNOT FAIL ME TO FLY
AND OLIVET'S BREEZY ... GOODBYENOWGOODBYE!


He capered before them down towards the fortyfoot holefluttering
his winglike handsleaping nimblyMercury's hat quivering in the fresh
wind that bore back to them his brief birdsweet cries.

Haineswho had been laughing guardedlywalked on beside Stephen
and said:

--We oughtn't to laughI suppose. He's rather blasphemous. I'm not a
believer myselfthat is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of it
somehowdoesn't it? What did he call it? Joseph the Joiner?

--The ballad of joking JesusStephen answered.

--OHaines saidyou have heard it before?

--Three times a dayafter mealsStephen said drily.

--You're not a believerare you? Haines asked. I meana believer in the
narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a
personal God.

--There's only one sense of the wordit seems to meStephen said.

Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a
green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.

--Thank youStephen saidtaking a cigarette.

Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his
sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderboxsprang it
open tooandhaving lit his cigaretteheld the flaming spunk towards
Stephen in the shell of his hands.

--Yesof coursehe saidas they went on again. Either you believe or
you don'tisn't it? Personally I couldn't stomach that idea of a personal
God. You don't stand for thatI suppose?

--You behold in meStephen said with grim displeasurea horrible
example of free thought.


He walked onwaiting to be spoken totrailing his ashplant by his
side. Its ferrule followed lightly on the pathsquealing at his heels. My
familiarafter mecallingSteeeeeeeeeeeephen! A wavering line along the
path. They will walk on it tonightcoming here in the dark. He wants that
key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt bread. Give him the
key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes.

--After allHaines began ...

Stephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him
was not all unkind.

--After allI should think you are able to free yourself. You are your
own masterit seems to me.

--I am a servant of two mastersStephen saidan English and an Italian.

--Italian? Haines said.

A crazy queenold and jealous. Kneel down before me.

--And a thirdStephen saidthere is who wants me for odd jobs.

--Italian? Haines said again. What do you mean?

--The imperial British stateStephen answeredhis colour risingand
the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church.

Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he
spoke.

--I can quite understand thathe said calmly. An Irishman must think
like thatI daresay. We feel in England that we have treated you rather
unfairly. It seems history is to blame.

The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph
of their brazen bells: ET UNAM SANCTAM CATHOLICAM ET APOSTOLICAM
ECCLESIAM: the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare
thoughtsa chemistry of stars. Symbol of the apostles in the mass for
pope Marcellusthe voices blendedsinging alone loud in affirmation: and
behind their chant the vigilant angel of the church militant disarmed and
menaced her heresiarchs. A horde of heresies fleeing with mitres awry:
Photius and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was oneand Arius
warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the Son with the
Fatherand Valentinespurning Christ's terrene bodyand the subtle
African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the Father was Himself His own
Son. Words Mulligan had spoken a moment since in mockery to the stranger.
Idle mockery. The void awaits surely all them that weave the wind: a
menacea disarming and a worsting from those embattled angels of the
churchMichael's hostwho defend her ever in the hour of conflict with
their lances and their shields.

Hearhear! Prolonged applause. ZUT! NOM DE DIEU!

--Of course I'm a BritisherHaines's voice saidand I feel as one. I
don't want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews either.
That's our national problemI'm afraidjust now.

Two men stood at the verge of the cliffwatching: businessman
boatman.

--She's making for Bullock harbour.


The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.


--There's five fathoms out therehe said. It'll be swept up that way
when the tide comes in about one. It's nine days today.


The man that was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay
waiting for a swollen bundle to bob uproll over to the sun a puffy face
saltwhite. Here I am.


They followed the winding path down to the creek. Buck Mulligan
stood on a stonein shirtsleeveshis unclipped tie rippling over his
shoulder. A young man clinging to a spur of rock near himmoved slowly
frogwise his green legs in the deep jelly of the water.


--Is the brother with youMalachi?


--Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons.


--Still there? I got a card from Bannon. Says he found a sweet young
thing down there. Photo girl he calls her.


--Snapshoteh? Brief exposure.


Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots. An elderly man shot up
near the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones
water glistening on his pate and on its garland of grey hairwater
rilling over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black
sagging loincloth.


Buck Mulligan made way for him to scramble past andglancing at
Haines and Stephencrossed himself piously with his thumbnail at brow
and lips and breastbone.


--Seymour's back in townthe young man saidgrasping again his spur of
rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.


--Ahgo to God! Buck Mulligan said.


--Going over next week to stew. You know that red Carlisle girlLily?


--Yes.


--Spooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with
money.


--Is she up the pole?


--Better ask Seymour that.


--Seymour a bleeding officer! Buck Mulligan said.


He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood upsaying
tritely:


--Redheaded women buck like goats.


He broke off in alarmfeeling his side under his flapping shirt.


--My twelfth rib is gonehe cried. I'm the UBERMENCH. Toothless Kinch
and Ithe supermen.


He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his
clothes lay.



--Are you going in hereMalachi?

--Yes. Make room in the bed.

The young man shoved himself backward through the water and
reached the middle of the creek in two long clean strokes. Haines sat down
on a stonesmoking.

--Are you not coming in? Buck Mulligan asked.

--Later onHaines said. Not on my breakfast.

Stephen turned away.

--I'm goingMulliganhe said.

--Give us that keyKinchBuck Mulligan saidto keep my chemise flat.

Stephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped
clothes.

--And twopencehe saidfor a pint. Throw it there.

Stephen threw two pennies on the soft heap. Dressingundressing.
Buck Mulligan erectwith joined hands before himsaid solemnly:

--He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake
Zarathustra.

His plump body plunged.

--We'll see you againHaines saidturning as Stephen walked up the path
and smiling at wild Irish.

Horn of a bullhoof of a horsesmile of a Saxon.

--The ShipBuck Mulligan cried. Half twelve.

--GoodStephen said.

He walked along the upwardcurving path.

LILIATA RUTILANTIUM.
TURMA CIRCUMDET.
IUBILANTIUM TE VIRGINUM.


The priest's grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. I will
not sleep here tonight. Home also I cannot go.


A voicesweettoned and sustainedcalled to him from the sea.
Turning the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head
a seal'sfar out on the waterround.


Usurper.


* * * * * * *

--YouCochranewhat city sent for him?


--Tarentumsir.

--Very good. Well?

--There was a battlesir.

--Very good. Where?

The boy's blank face asked the blank window.

Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not
as memory fabled it. A phrasethenof impatiencethud of Blake's wings
of excess. I hear the ruin of all spaceshattered glass and toppling
masonryand time one livid final flame. What's left us then?


--I forget the placesir. 279 B. C.


--AsculumStephen saidglancing at the name and date in the gorescarred
book.


--Yessir. And he said: ANOTHER VICTORY LIKE THAT AND WE ARE DONE FOR.


That phrase the world had remembered. A dull ease of the mind.
From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his officers
leaned upon his spear. Any general to any officers. They lend ear.


--YouArmstrongStephen said. What was the end of Pyrrhus?


--End of Pyrrhussir?


--I knowsir. Ask mesirComyn said.


--Wait. YouArmstrong. Do you know anything about Pyrrhus?


A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. He curled them
between his palms at whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to
the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy's breath. Welloff peopleproud
that their eldest son was in the navy. Vico roadDalkey.


--Pyrrhussir? Pyrrhusa pier.


All laughed. Mirthless high malicious laughter. Armstrong looked
round at his classmatessilly glee in profile. In a moment they will
laugh more loudlyaware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas
pay.


--Tell me nowStephen saidpoking the boy's shoulder with the book
what is a pier.


--A piersirArmstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of a
bridge. Kingstown piersir.


Some laughed again: mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back
bench whispered. Yes. They knew: had never learned nor ever been
innocent. All. With envy he watched their faces: EdithEthelGerty
Lily. Their likes: their breathstoosweetened with tea and jamtheir
bracelets tittering in the struggle.


--Kingstown pierStephen said. Yesa disappointed bridge.


The words troubled their gaze.


--Howsir? Comyn asked. A bridge is across a river.



For Haines's chapbook. No-one here to hear. Tonight deftly amid
wild drink and talkto pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A
jester at the court of his masterindulged and disesteemedwinning a
clement master's praise. Why had they chosen all that part? Not wholly for
the smooth caress. For them too history was a tale like any other too
often heardtheir land a pawnshop.

Had Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam's hand in Argos or Julius Caesar
not been knifed to death. They are not to be thought away. Time has
branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite
possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing
that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass? Weave
weaver of the wind.

--Tell us a storysir.

--Odosir. A ghoststory.

--Where do you begin in this? Stephen askedopening another book.

--WEEP NO MOREComyn said.

--Go on thenTalbot.

--And the storysir?

--AfterStephen said. Go onTalbot.

A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the
breastwork of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at
the text:

--WEEP NO MOREWOFUL SHEPHERDSWEEP NO MORE
FOR LYCIDASYOUR SORROWIS NOT DEAD
SUNK THOUGH HE BE BENEATH THE WATERY FLOOR ...


It must be a movement thenan actuality of the possible as possible.
Aristotle's phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated out
into the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he had
readsheltered from the sin of Parisnight by night. By his elbow a
delicate Siamese conned a handbook of strategy. Fed and feeding brains
about me: under glowlampsimpaledwith faintly beating feelers: and in
my mind's darkness a sloth of the underworldreluctantshy of
brightnessshifting her dragon scaly folds. Thought is the thought of
thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the
soul is the form of forms. Tranquility suddenvastcandescent: form of
forms.

Talbot repeated:

--THROUGH THE DEAR MIGHT OF HIM THAT WALKED THE WAVES
THROUGH THE DEAR MIGHT ...


--Turn overStephen said quietly. I don't see anything.

--Whatsir? Talbot asked simplybending forward.

His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again
having just remembered. Of him that walked the waves. Here also over


these craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer's heart and lips
and on mine. It lies upon their eager faces who offered him a coin of the
tribute. To Caesar what is Caesar'sto God what is God's. A long look
from dark eyesa riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church's
looms. Ay.

RIDDLE MERIDDLE MERANDY RO.

MY FATHER GAVE ME SEEDS TO SOW.

Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel.

--Have I heard all? Stephen asked.

--Yessir. Hockey at tensir.

--Half daysir. Thursday.

--Who can answer a riddle? Stephen asked.

They bundled their books awaypencils clackingpages rustling.
Crowding together they strapped and buckled their satchelsall gabbling
gaily:

--A riddlesir? Ask mesir.

--Oask mesir.

--A hard onesir.

--This is the riddleStephen said:

THE COCK CREW

THE SKY WAS BLUE:

THE BELLS IN HEAVEN

WERE STRIKING ELEVEN.

'TIS TIME FOR THIS POOR SOUL

TO GO TO HEAVEN.

What is that?

--Whatsir?

--Againsir. We didn't hear.

Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence
Cochrane said:

--What is itsir? We give it up.

Stephenhis throat itchinganswered:

--The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.

He stood up and gave a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries
echoed dismay.

A stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called:

--Hockey!


They broke asundersidling out of their benchesleaping them.
Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks
and clamour of their boots and tongues.


Sargent who alone had lingered came forward slowlyshowing an
open copybook. His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of
unreadiness and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up pleading.
On his cheekdull and bloodlessa soft stain of ink laydateshaped
recent and damp as a snail's bed.


He held out his copybook. The word SUMS was written on the
headline. Beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature
with blind loops and a blot. Cyril Sargent: his name and seal.


--Mr Deasy told me to write them out all againhe saidand show them to
yousir.


Stephen touched the edges of the book. Futility.


--Do you understand how to do them now? he asked.


--Numbers eleven to fifteenSargent answered. Mr Deasy said I was to
copy them off the boardsir.


--Can you do them. yourself? Stephen asked.


--Nosir.


Ugly and futile: lean neck and thick hair and a stain of inka snail's
bed. Yet someone had loved himborne him in her arms and in her heart.
But for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoota
squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood drained from
her own. Was that then real? The only true thing in life? His mother's
prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode. She was no
more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the firean odour of
rosewood and wetted ashes. She had saved him from being trampled
underfoot and had gonescarcely having been. A poor soul gone to heaven:
and on a heath beneath winking stars a foxred reek of rapine in his fur
with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earthlistenedscraped up the
earthlistenedscraped and scraped.


Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by
algebra that Shakespeare's ghost is Hamlet's grandfather. Sargent peered
askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the
lumberroom: the hollow knock of a ball and calls from the field.


Across the page the symbols moved in grave morricein the mummery
of their letterswearing quaint caps of squares and cubes. Give hands
traversebow to partner: so: imps of fancy of the Moors. Gone too from
the worldAverroes and Moses Maimonidesdark men in mien and
movementflashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the
worlda darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not
comprehend.


--Do you understand now? Can you work the second for yourself?


--Yessir.


In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data. Waiting always for a
word of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbolsa faint hue
of shame flickering behind his dull skin. AMOR MATRIS: subjective and
objective genitive. With her weak blood and wheysour milk she had fed him
and hid from sight of others his swaddling bands.



Like him was Ithese sloping shouldersthis gracelessness. My
childhood bends beside me. Too far for me to lay a hand there once or
lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secretssilentstony
sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their
tyranny: tyrantswilling to be dethroned.

The sum was done.

--It is very simpleStephen said as he stood up.

--Yessir. ThanksSargent answered.

He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
copybook back to his bench.

--You had better get your stick and go out to the othersStephen said as
he followed towards the door the boy's graceless form.

--Yessir.

In the corridor his name was heardcalled from the playfield.

--Sargent!

--Run onStephen said. Mr Deasy is calling you.

He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the
scrappy field where sharp voices were in strife. They were sorted in teams
and Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet.
When he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to
him. He turned his angry white moustache.

--What is it now? he cried continually without listening.

--Cochrane and Halliday are on the same sidesirStephen said.

--Will you wait in my study for a momentMr Deasy saidtill I restore
order here.

And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice
cried sternly:

--What is the matter? What is it now?

Their sharp voices cried about him on all sides: their many forms
closed round himthe garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed
head.

Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded
leather of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here. As
it was in the beginningis now. On the sideboard the tray of Stuart
coinsbase treasure of a bog: and ever shall be. And snug in their
spooncase of purple plushfadedthe twelve apostles having preached to
all the gentiles: world without end.

A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his
rare moustache Mr Deasy halted at the table.

--Firstour little financial settlementhe said.

He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It
slapped open and he took from it two notesone of joined halvesand laid
them carefully on the table.


--Twohe saidstrapping and stowing his pocketbook away.

And now his strongroom for the gold. Stephen's embarrassed hand
moved over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar: whelks and money
cowries and leopard shells: and thiswhorled as an emir's turbanand
thisthe scallop of saint James. An old pilgrim's hoarddead treasure
hollow shells.

A sovereign fellbright and newon the soft pile of the tablecloth.

--ThreeMr Deasy saidturning his little savingsbox about in his hand.
These are handy things to have. See. This is for sovereigns. This is for
shillings. Sixpenceshalfcrowns. And here crowns. See.

He shot from it two crowns and two shillings.

--Three twelvehe said. I think you'll find that's right.

--Thank yousirStephen saidgathering the money together with shy
haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers.

--No thanks at allMr Deasy said. You have earned it.

Stephen's handfree againwent back to the hollow shells. Symbols
too of beauty and of power. A lump in my pocket: symbols soiled by greed
and misery.

--Don't carry it like thatMr Deasy said. You'll pull it out somewhere
and lose it. You just buy one of these machines. You'll find them very
handy.

Answer something.

--Mine would be often emptyStephen said.

The same room and hourthe same wisdom: and I the same. Three
times now. Three nooses round me here. Well? I can break them in this
instant if I will.

--Because you don't saveMr Deasy saidpointing his finger. You don't
know yet what money is. Money is power. When you have lived as long as I
have. I knowI know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say?
PUT BUT MONEY IN THY PURSE.

--IagoStephen murmured.

He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man's stare.

--He knew what money wasMr Deasy said. He made money. A poetyes
but an Englishman too. Do you know what is the pride of the English? Do
you know what is the proudest word you will ever hear from an
Englishman's mouth?

The seas' ruler. His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay: it seems
history is to blame: on me and on my wordsunhating.

--That on his empireStephen saidthe sun never sets.

--Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That's not English. A French Celt said that. He
tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail.

--I will tell youhe said solemnlywhat is his proudest boast. I PAID
MY WAY.


Good mangood man.


--I PAID MY WAY. I NEVER BORROWED A SHILLING IN MY LIFE. Can you feel
that? I OWE NOTHING. Can you?


Mulligannine poundsthree pairs of socksone pair broguesties.
Curranten guineas. McCannone guinea. Fred Ryantwo shillings.
Templetwo lunches. Russellone guineaCousinsten shillingsBob
Reynoldshalf a guineaKoehlerthree guineasMrs MacKernanfive
weeks' board. The lump I have is useless.


--For the momentnoStephen answered.


Mr Deasy laughed with rich delightputting back his savingsbox.


--I knew you couldn'the said joyously. But one day you must feel it. We
are a generous people but we must also be just.


--I fear those big wordsStephen saidwhich make us so unhappy.


Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the mantelpiece at
the shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs: Albert Edwardprince of
Wales.


--You think me an old fogey and an old toryhis thoughtful voice said. I
saw three generations since O'Connell's time. I remember the famine
in '46. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the
union twenty years before O'Connell did or before the prelates of your
communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things.


Gloriouspious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in
Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarsemasked and
armedthe planters' covenant. The black north and true blue bible.
Croppies lie down.


Stephen sketched a brief gesture.


--I have rebel blood in me tooMr Deasy said. On the spindle side. But I
am descended from sir John Blackwood who voted for the union. We are all
Irishall kings' sons.


--AlasStephen said.


--PER VIAS RECTASMr Deasy said firmlywas his motto. He voted for it
and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do so.


LAL THE RAL THE RA
THE ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN.


A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots. Soft daysir John!
Soft dayyour honour! ... Day! ... Day! ... Two topboots jog dangling
on to Dublin. Lal the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy.

--That reminds meMr Deasy said. You can do me a favourMr Dedalus
with some of your literary friends. I have a letter here for the press.
Sit down a moment. I have just to copy the end.

He went to the desk near the windowpulled in his chair twice and
read off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter.

--Sit down. Excuse mehe said over his shoulderTHE DICTATES OF COMMON
SENSE. Just a moment.


He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his
elbow andmutteringbegan to prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard
slowlysometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.


Stephen seated himself noiselessly before the princely presence.
Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homagetheir
meek heads poised in air: lord Hastings' Repulsethe duke of
Westminster's Shotoverthe duke of Beaufort's CeylonPRIX DE PARIS
1866. Elfin riders sat themwatchful of a sign. He saw their speeds
backing king's coloursand shouted with the shouts of vanished crowds.


--Full stopMr Deasy bade his keys. But prompt ventilation of this
allimportant question ...


Where Cranly led me to get rich quickhunting his winners among
the mudsplashed brakesamid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and
reek of the canteenover the motley slush. Fair Rebel! Fair Rebel! Even
money the favourite: ten to one the field. Dicers and thimbleriggers we
hurried by after the hoofsthe vying caps and jackets and past the
meatfaced womana butcher's damenuzzling thirstily her clove of orange.


Shouts rang shrill from the boys' playfield and a whirring whistle.


Again: a goal. I am among themamong their battling bodies in a
medleythe joust of life. You mean that knockkneed mother's darling who
seems to be slightly crawsick? Jousts. Time shocked reboundsshock by
shock. Joustsslush and uproar of battlesthe frozen deathspew of the
slaina shout of spearspikes baited with men's bloodied guts.


--Now thenMr Deasy saidrising.


He came to the tablepinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up.


--I have put the matter into a nutshellMr Deasy said. It's about the
foot and mouth disease. Just look through it. There can be no two opinions
on the matter.


May I trespass on your valuable space. That doctrine of LAISSEZ FAIRE
which so often in our history. Our cattle trade. The way of all our old
industries. Liverpool ring which jockeyed the Galway harbour scheme.
European conflagration. Grain supplies through the narrow waters of the
channel. The pluterperfect imperturbability of the department of
agriculture. Pardoned a classical allusion. Cassandra. By a woman who
was no better than she should be. To come to the point at issue.


--I don't mince wordsdo I? Mr Deasy asked as Stephen read on.


Foot and mouth disease. Known as Koch's preparation. Serum and
virus. Percentage of salted horses. Rinderpest. Emperor's horses at
Murzsteglower Austria. Veterinary surgeons. Mr Henry Blackwood Price.
Courteous offer a fair trial. Dictates of common sense. Allimportant
question. In every sense of the word take the bull by the horns. Thanking
you for the hospitality of your columns.


--I want that to be printed and readMr Deasy said. You will see at the
next outbreak they will put an embargo on Irish cattle. And it can be
cured. It is cured. My cousinBlackwood Pricewrites to me it is
regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there. They offer
to come over here. I am trying to work up influence with the department.
Now I'm going to try publicity. I am surrounded by difficulties
by ... intrigues by ... backstairs influence by ...


He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke.



--Mark my wordsMr Dedalushe said. England is in the hands of the
jews. In all the highest places: her financeher press. And they are the
signs of a nation's decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation's
vital strength. I have seen it coming these years. As sure as we are
standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction.
Old England is dying.

He stepped swiftly offhis eyes coming to blue life as they passed a
broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again.

--Dyinghe said againif not dead by now.

THE HARLOT'S CRY FROM STREET TO STREET
SHALL WEAVE OLD ENGLAND'S WINDINGSHEET.


His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in
which he halted.

--A merchantStephen saidis one who buys cheap and sells dearjew or
gentileis he not?

--They sinned against the lightMr Deasy said gravely. And you can see
the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the
earth to this day.

On the steps of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting
prices on their gemmed fingers. Gabble of geese. They swarmed loud
uncouth about the templetheir heads thickplotting under maladroit silk
hats. Not theirs: these clothesthis speechthese gestures. Their full
slow eyes belied the wordsthe gestures eager and unoffendingbut knew
the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain patience
to heap and hoard. Time surely would scatter all. A hoard heaped by the
roadside: plundered and passing on. Their eyes knew their years of
wandering andpatientknew the dishonours of their flesh.

--Who has not? Stephen said.

--What do you mean? Mr Deasy asked.

He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell
sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom? He waits to hear from me.

--HistoryStephen saidis a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: goal.
What if that nightmare gave you a back kick?

--The ways of the Creator are not our waysMr Deasy said. All human
history moves towards one great goalthe manifestation of God.

Stephen jerked his thumb towards the windowsaying:

--That is God.

Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!

--What? Mr Deasy asked.

--A shout in the streetStephen answeredshrugging his shoulders.

Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose


tweaked between his fingers. Looking up again he set them free.

--I am happier than you arehe said. We have committed many errors and
many sins. A woman brought sin into the world. For a woman who was no
better than she should beHelenthe runaway wife of Menelausten years
the Greeks made war on Troy. A faithless wife first brought the strangers
to our shore hereMacMurrough's wife and her lemanO'Rourkeprince of
Breffni. A woman too brought Parnell low. Many errorsmany failures but
not the one sin. I am a struggler now at the end of my days. But I will
fight for the right till the end.

FOR ULSTER WILL FIGHT
AND ULSTER WILL BE RIGHT.


Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.

--Wellsirhe began ...

--I foreseeMr Deasy saidthat you will not remain here very long at
this work. You were not born to be a teacherI think. Perhaps I am wrong.

--A learner ratherStephen said.

And here what will you learn more?

Mr Deasy shook his head.

--Who knows? he said. To learn one must be humble. But life is the great
teacher.

Stephen rustled the sheets again.

--As regards thesehe began.

--YesMr Deasy said. You have two copies there. If you can have them
published at once.

TELEGRAPH. IRISH HOMESTEAD.

--I will tryStephen saidand let you know tomorrow. I know two editors
slightly.

--That will doMr Deasy said briskly. I wrote last night to Mr Field

M.P. There is a meeting of the cattletraders' association today at the
City Arms hotel. I asked him to lay my letter before the meeting. You see
if you can get it into your two papers. What are they?
--THE EVENING TELEGRAPH ...

--That will doMr Deasy said. There is no time to lose. Now I have to
answer that letter from my cousin.

--Good morningsirStephen saidputting the sheets in his pocket.
Thank you.

--Not at allMr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I like
to break a lance with youold as I am.

--Good morningsirStephen said againbowing to his bent back.

He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the
treeshearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield.


The lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate:
toothless terrors. Still I will help him in his fight. Mulligan will dub
me a new name: the bullockbefriending bard.

--Mr Dedalus!

Running after me. No more lettersI hope.

--Just one moment.

--YessirStephen saidturning back at the gate.

Mr Deasy haltedbreathing hard and swallowing his breath.

--I just wanted to sayhe said. Irelandthey sayhas the honour of
being the only country which never persecuted the jews. Do you know that?
No. And do you know why?

He frowned sternly on the bright air.

--Whysir? Stephen askedbeginning to smile.

--Because she never let them inMr Deasy said solemnly.

A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a
rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quicklycoughinglaughinghis
lifted arms waving to the air.

--She never let them inhe cried again through his laughter as he
stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That's why.

On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung
spanglesdancing coins.

* * * * * * *

Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no morethought
through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to readseaspawn and
seawrackthe nearing tidethat rusty boot. Snotgreenbluesilverrust:
coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he
was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his
sconce against themsure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaireMAESTRO
DI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane
adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gateif
not a door. Shut your eyes and see.

Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and
shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I ama stride at a time. A
very short space of time through very short times of space. Fivesix: the
NACHEINANDER. Exactly: and that is the ineluctable modality of the
audible. Open your eyes. No. Jesus! If I fell over a cliff that beetles
o'er his basefell through the NEBENEINANDER ineluctably! I am getting on
nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with it: they do.
My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legsNEBENEINANDER.
Sounds solid: made by the mallet of LOS DEMIURGOS. Am I walking into
eternity along Sandymount strand? Crushcrackcrickcrick. Wild sea
money. Dominie Deasy kens them a'.

WON'T YOU COME TO SANDYMOUNT
MADELINE THE MARE?



Rhythm beginsyou see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs
marching. Noagallop: DELINE THE MARE.

Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I
open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. BASTA! I will see if I can
see.

See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall beworld
without end.

They came down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently
FRAUENZIMMER: and down the shelving shore flabbilytheir splayed feet
sinking in the silted sand. Like melike Algycoming down to our mighty
mother. Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bagthe other's gamp
poked in the beach. From the libertiesout for the day. Mrs Florence
MacCaberelict of the late Patk MacCabedeeply lamentedof Bride
Street. One of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Creation from
nothing. What has she in the bag? A misbirth with a trailing navelcord
hushed in ruddy wool. The cords of all link backstrandentwining cable of
all flesh. That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in your
omphalos. Hello! Kinch here. Put me on to Edenville. Alephalpha: nought
noughtone.

Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Hevanaked Eve. She had
no navel. Gaze. Belly without blemishbulging biga buckler of taut
vellumnowhiteheaped cornorient and immortalstanding from
everlasting to everlasting. Womb of sin.

Wombed in sin darkness I was toomade not begotten. By themthe
man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her
breath. They clasped and sundereddid the coupler's will. From before the
ages He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. A LEX ETERNA
stays about Him. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son
are consubstantial? Where is poor dear Arius to try conclusions? Warring
his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality. Illstarred
heresiarch' In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. With
beaded mitre and with crozierstalled upon his thronewidower of a
widowed seewith upstiffed omophorionwith clotted hinderparts.

Airs romped round himnipping and eager airs. They are coming
waves. The whitemaned seahorseschampingbrightwindbridledthe steeds
of Mananaan.

I mustn't forget his letter for the press. And after? The Shiphalf
twelve. By the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile.

YesI must.

His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara's or not? My
consubstantial father's voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother
Stephen lately? No? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his aunt

Sally? Couldn't he fly a bit higher than thateh? And and and and tell
usStephenhow is uncle Si? Oweeping Godthe things I married into!
De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer and his brother
the cornet player. Highly respectable gondoliers! And skeweyed Walter
sirring his fatherno less! Sir. Yessir. Nosir. Jesus wept: and no
wonderby Christ!

I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage: and wait. They take
me for a dunpeer out from a coign of vantage.

--It's Stephensir.


--Let him in. Let Stephen in.

A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me.

--We thought you were someone else.

In his broad bed nuncle Richiepillowed and blanketedextends over
the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the
upper moiety.

--Morrownephew.

He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the
eyes of master Goff and master Shapland Tandyfiling consents and
common searches and a writ of DUCES TECUM. A bogoak frame over his bald
head: Wilde's REQUIESCAT. The drone of his misleading whistle brings
Walter back.

--Yessir?

--Malt for Richie and Stephentell mother. Where is she?

--Bathing Crissiesir.

Papa's little bedpal. Lump of love.

--Nouncle Richie ...

--Call me Richie. Damn your lithia water. It lowers. Whusky!

--Uncle Richiereally ...

--Sit down or by the law Harry I'll knock you down.

Walter squints vainly for a chair.

--He has nothing to sit down onsir.

--He has nowhere to put ityou mug. Bring in our chippendale chair.
Would you like a bite of something? None of your damned lawdeedaw airs
here. The rich of a rasher fried with a herring? Sure? So much the better.
We have nothing in the house but backache pills.

ALL'ERTA!

He drones bars of Ferrando's ARIA DI SORTITA. The grandest number
Stephenin the whole opera. Listen.

His tuneful whistle sounds againfinely shadedwith rushes of the air
his fists bigdrumming on his padded knees.

This wind is sweeter.

Houses of decayminehis and all. You told the Clongowes gentry
you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of
themStephen. Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh's
library where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. For
whom? The hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close. A hater of his
kind ran from them to the wood of madnesshis mane foaming in the
moonhis eyeballs stars. Houyhnhnmhorsenostrilled. The oval equine
facesTempleBuck MulliganFoxy CampbellLanternjaws. Abbas father-furious
deanwhat offence laid fire to their brains? Paff! DESCENDE
CALVEUT NE AMPLIUS DECALVERIS. A garland of grey hair on his comminated


head see him me clambering down to the footpace (DESCENDE!)clutching a
monstrancebasiliskeyed. Get downbaldpoll! A choir gives back menace
and echoassisting about the altar's hornsthe snorted Latin of
jackpriests moving burly in their albstonsured and oiled and geldedfat
with the fat of kidneys of wheat.


And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it.
Dringdring! And two streets off another locking it into a pyx.
Dringadring! And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own
cheek. Dringdring! Downupforwardback. Dan Occam thought of that
invincible doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his
brain. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his second
bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) andrisingheard
(now I am lifting) their two bells (he is kneeling) twang in diphthong.


Cousin Stephenyou will never be a saint. Isle of saints. You were
awfully holyweren't you? You prayed to the Blessed Virgin that you might
not have a red nose. You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the
fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the wet
street. O SICERTO! Sell your soul for thatdodyed rags pinned round a
squaw. More tell memore still!! On the top of the Howth tram alone
crying to the rain: Naked women! NAKED WOMEN! What about thateh?


What about what? What else were they invented for?


Reading two pages apiece of seven books every nighteh? I was
young. You bowed to yourself in the mirrorstepping forward to applause
earnestlystriking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot! Hray! No-one
saw: tell no-one. Books you were going to write with letters for titles.
Have you read his F? O yesbut I prefer Q. Yesbut W is wonderful.
O yesW. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leavesdeeply
deepcopies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the
worldincluding Alexandria? Someone was to read them there after a few
thousand yearsa mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ayvery like
a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels
that one is at one with one who once ...


The grainy sand had gone from under his feet. His boots trod again a
damp crackling mastrazorshellssqueaking pebblesthat on the
unnumbered pebbles beatswood sieved by the shipwormlost Armada.
Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading solesbreathing upward
sewage breatha pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden
of man's ashes. He coasted themwalking warily. A porterbottle stood up
stogged to its waistin the cakey sand dough. A sentinel: isle of
dreadful thirst. Broken hoops on the shore; at the land a maze of dark
cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the higher beach
a dryingline with two crucified shirts. Ringsend: wigwams of brown
steersmen and master mariners. Human shells.


He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara's. Am I not going
there? Seems not. No-one about. He turned northeast and crossed the
firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse.


--QUI VOUS A MIS DANS CETTE FICHUE POSITION?


--C'EST LE PIGEONJOSEPH.


Patricehome on furloughlapped warm milk with me in the bar
MacMahon. Son of the wild gooseKevin Egan of Paris. My father's a bird
he lapped the sweet LAIT CHAUD with pink young tongueplump bunny's face.
LapLAPIN. He hopes to win in the GROS LOTS. About the nature of women he
read in Michelet. But he must send me LA VIE DE JESUS by M. Leo Taxil.
Lent it to his friend.



--C'EST TORDANTVOUS SAVEZ. MOIJE SUIS SOCIALISTE. JE NE CROIS PAS EN
L'EXISTENCE DE DIEU. FAUT PAS LE DIRE A MON P-RE.

--IL CROIT?

--MON PEREOUI.

SCHLUSS. He laps.

My Latin quarter hat. Godwe simply must dress the character. I
want puce gloves. You were a studentweren't you? Of what in the other
devil's name? Paysayenn. P. C. N.you know: PHYSIQUESCHIMIQUES ET
NATURELLES. Aha. Eating your groatsworth of MOU EN CIVETfleshpots of
Egyptelbowed by belching cabmen. Just say in the most natural tone:
when I was in Paris; BOUL' MICH'I used to. Yesused to carry punched
tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for murder somewhere.
Justice. On the night of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was
seen by two witnesses. Other fellow did it: other me. Hattieovercoat
nose. LUIC'EST MOI. You seem to have enjoyed yourself.

Proudly walking. Whom were you trying to walk like? Forget: a
dispossessed. With mother's money ordereight shillingsthe banging door
of the post office slammed in your face by the usher. Hunger toothache.
ENCORE DEUX MINUTES. Look clock. Must get. FERME. Hired dog! Shoot him
to bloody bits with a bang shotgunbits man spattered walls all brass
buttons. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. Not hurt? Othat's all
right. Shake hands. See what I meantsee? Othat's all right. Shake a
shake. Othat's all only all right.

You were going to do wonderswhat? Missionary to Europe after
fiery Columbanus. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt
from their pintpotsloudlatinlaughing: EUGE! EUGE! Pretending to speak
broken English as you dragged your valiseporter threepenceacross the
slimy pier at Newhaven. COMMENT? Rich booty you brought back; LE TUTU
five tattered numbers of PANTALON BLANC ET CULOTTE ROUGE; a blue
French telegramcuriosity to show:

--Mother dying come home father.

The aunt thinks you killed your mother. That's why she won't.

THEN HERE'S A HEALTH TO MULLIGAN'S AUNT
AND I'LL TELL YOU THE REASON WHY.
SHE ALWAYS KEPT THINGS DECENT IN
THE HANNIGAN FAMILEYE.


His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows
along by the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudlypiled
stone mammoth skulls. Gold light on seaon sandon boulders. The sun is
therethe slender treesthe lemon houses.


Paris rawly wakingcrude sunlight on her lemon streets. Moist pith of
farls of breadthe froggreen wormwoodher matin incensecourt the air.
Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife's lover's wifethe kerchiefed
housewife is astira saucer of acetic acid in her hand. In Rodot's Yvonne
and Madeleine newmake their tumbled beautiesshattering with gold teeth
CHAUSSONS of pastrytheir mouths yellowed with the PUS of FLAN BRETON.
Faces of Paris men go bytheir wellpleased pleaserscurled
conquistadores.


Noon slumbers. Kevin Egan rolls gunpowder cigarettes through
fingers smeared with printer's inksipping his green fairy as Patrice his



white. About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. UN DEMI
SETIER! A jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron. She serves me at
his beck. IL EST IRLANDAIS. HOLLANDAIS? NON FROMAGE. DEUX IRLANDAISNOUS
IRLANDEVOUS SAVEZ AHOUI! She thought you wanted a cheese HOLLANDAIS.
Your postprandialdo you know that word? Postprandial. There was a
fellow I knew once in Barcelonaqueer fellowused to call it his
postprandial. Well: SLAINTE! Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined
breaths and grumbling gorges. His breath hangs over our saucestained
platesthe green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips. Of Irelandthe
Dalcassiansof hopesconspiraciesof Arthur Griffith nowA E
pimandergood shepherd of men. To yoke me as his yokefellowour crimes
our common cause. You're your father's son. I know the voice. His fustian
shirtsanguinefloweredtrembles its Spanish tassels at his secrets. M.
Drumontfamous journalistDrumontknow what he called queen
Victoria? Old hag with the yellow teeth. VIEILLE OGRESSE with the DENTS
JAUNES. Maud Gonnebeautiful womanLA PATRIEM. MillevoyeFelix
Faureknow how he died? Licentious men. The froekenBONNE A TOUT FAIRE
who rubs male nakedness in the bath at Upsala. MOI FAIREshe saidTOUS
LES MESSIEURS. Not this MONSIEURI said. Most licentious custom. Bath a
most private thing. I wouldn't let my brothernot even my own brother
most lascivious thing. Green eyesI see you. FangI feel. Lascivious
people.

The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Loose
tobaccoshreds catch fire: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Raw
facebones under his peep of day boy's hat. How the head centre got away
authentic version. Got up as a young bridemanveilorangeblossoms
drove out the road to Malahide. Didfaith. Of lost leadersthe betrayed
wild escapes. Disguisesclutched atgonenot here.

Spurned lover. I was a strapping young gossoon at that timeI tell
you. I'll show you my likeness one day. I wasfaith. Loverfor her love
he prowled with colonel Richard Burketanist of his septunder the walls
of Clerkenwell andcrouchingsaw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward
in the fog. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. In gay Paree he hides
Egan of Parisunsought by any save by me. Making his day's stationsthe
dingy printingcasehis three tavernsthe Montmartre lair he sleeps short
night inrue de la Goutte-d'Ordamascened with flyblown faces of the
gone. Lovelesslandlesswifeless. She is quite nicey comfy without her
outcast manmadame in rue Git-le-Coeurcanary and two buck lodgers.
Peachy cheeksa zebra skirtfrisky as a young thing's. Spurned and
undespairing. Tell Pat you saw mewon't you? I wanted to get poor Pat a
job one time. MON FILSsoldier of France. I taught him to sing THE BOYS
OF KILKENNY ARE STOUT ROARING BLADES. Know that old lay? I taught Patrice
that. Old Kilkenny: saint CaniceStrongbow's castle on the Nore. Goes
like this. OO. He takes meNapper Tandyby the hand.

OO THE BOYS OF

KILKENNY ...

Weak wasting hand on mine. They have forgotten Kevin Egannot he
them. Remembering theeO Sion.

He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his
boots. The new air greeted himharping in wild nerveswind of wild air
of seeds of brightness. HereI am not walking out to the Kish lightship
am I? He stood suddenlyhis feet beginning to sink slowly in the quaking
soil. Turn back.

Turninghe scanned the shore southhis feet sinking again slowly in
new sockets. The cold domed room of the tower waits. Through the
barbacans the shafts of light are moving everslowly ever as my feet are


sinkingcreeping duskward over the dial floor. Blue dusknightfalldeep
blue night. In the darkness of the dome they waittheir pushedback
chairsmy obelisk valisearound a board of abandoned platters. Who to
clear it? He has the key. I will not sleep there when this night comes.
A shut door of a silent towerentombing their--blind bodiesthe
panthersahib and his pointer. Call: no answer. He lifted his feet up from
the suck and turned back by the mole of boulders. Take allkeep all. My
soul walks with meform of forms. So in the moon's midwatches I pace the
path above the rocksin sable silveredhearing Elsinore's tempting
flood.

The flood is following me. I can watch it flow past from here. Get
back then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there. He climbed over the
sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rockresting his ashplant
in a grike.

A bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Before him the
gunwale of a boatsunk in sand. UN COCHE ENSABLE Louis Veuillot called
Gautier's prose. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted
here. And thesethe stoneheaps of dead buildersa warren of weasel rats.
Hide gold there. Try it. You have some. Sands and stones. Heavy of the
past. Sir Lout's toys. Mind you don't get one bang on the ear. I'm the
bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well bouldersbones for my
steppingstones. Feefawfum. I zmellz de bloodz odz an Iridzman.

A pointlive doggrew into sight running across the sweep of sand.
Lordis he going to attack me? Respect his liberty. You will not be
master of others or their slave. I have my stick. Sit tight. From farther
awaywalking shoreward across from the crested tidefigurestwo. The
two maries. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes. Peekaboo. I see
you. Nothe dog. He is running back to them. Who?

Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beachin quest of preytheir
bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf. Dane vikingstorcs
of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of
gold. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noonspouting
hobbling in the shallows. Then from the starving cagework city a horde of
jerkined dwarfsmy peoplewith flayers' knivesrunningscaling
hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. Famineplague and slaughters. Their
blood is in metheir lusts my waves. I moved among them on the frozen
Liffeythat Ia changelingamong the spluttering resin fires. I spoke
to no-one: none to me.

The dog's bark ran towards himstoppedran back. Dog of my
enemy. I just simply stood palesilentbayed about. TERRIBILIA MEDITANS.
A primrose doubletfortune's knavesmiled on my fear. For that are you
piningthe bark of their applause? Pretenders: live their lives. The
Bruce's brotherThomas Fitzgeraldsilken knightPerkin WarbeckYork's
false scionin breeches of silk of whiterose ivorywonder of a dayand
Lambert Simnelwith a tail of nans and sutlersa scullion crowned. All
kings' sons. Paradise of pretenders then and now. He saved men from
drowning and you shake at a cur's yelping. But the courtiers who mocked
Guido in Or san Michele were in their own house. House of ... We don't
want any of your medieval abstrusiosities. Would you do what he did? A
boat would be neara lifebuoy. NATURLICHput there for you. Would you or
would you not? The man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock.
They are waiting for him now. The truthspit it out. I would want to.
I would try. I am not a strong swimmer. Water cold soft. When I put my
face into it in the basin at Clongowes. Can't see! Who's behind me? Out
quicklyquickly! Do you see the tide flowing quickly in on all sides
sheeting the lows of sand quicklyshellcocoacoloured? If I had land under
my feet. I want his life still to be hismine to be mine. A drowning man.
His human eyes scream to me out of horror of his death. I ... With him
together down ... I could not save her. Waters: bitter death: lost.


A woman and a man. I see her skirties. Pinned upI bet.

Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sandtrottingsniffing
on all sides. Looking for something lost in a past life. Suddenly he made
off like a bounding hareears flung backchasing the shadow of a
lowskimming gull. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He
turnedbounded backcame nearertrotted on twinkling shanks. On a field
tenney a bucktrippantproperunattired. At the lacefringe of the tide
he halted with stiff forehoofsseawardpointed ears. His snout lifted
barked at the wavenoiseherds of seamorse. They serpented towards his
feetcurlingunfurling many crestsevery ninthbreakingplashing
from farfrom farther outwaves and waves.

Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water andstooping
soused their bags andlifting them againwaded out. The dog yelped
running to themreared up and pawed themdropping on all foursagain
reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. Unheeded he kept by them as
they came towards the drier sanda rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from
his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a
calf's gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stoppedsniffedstalked
round itbrothernosing closerwent round itsniffling rapidly like a
dog all over the dead dog's bedraggled fell. Dogskulldogsniffeyes on
the groundmoves to one great goal. Ahpoor dogsbody! Here lies poor
dogsbody's body.

--Tatters! Out of thatyou mongrel!

The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless
kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sandcrouched in flight. He
slunk back in a curve. Doesn't see me. Along by the edge of the mole he
lollopeddawdledsmelt a rock. and from under a cocked hindleg pissed
against it. He trotted forward andlifting again his hindlegpissed
quick short at an unsmelt rock. The simple pleasures of the poor. His
hindpaws then scattered the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved.
Something he buried therehis grandmother. He rooted in the sand
dabblingdelving and stopped to listen to the airscraped up the sand
again with a fury of his clawssoon ceasinga parda panthergot in
spousebreachvulturing the dead.

After he woke me last night same dream or was it? Wait. Open
hallway. Street of harlots. Remember. Haroun al Raschid. I am almosting
it. That man led mespoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had he held
against my face. Smiled: creamfruit smell. That was the rulesaid. In.
Come. Red carpet spread. You will see who.

Shouldering their bags they trudgedthe red Egyptians. His blued
feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sanda dull brick
muffler strangling his unshaven neck. With woman steps she followed: the
ruffian and his strolling mort. Spoils slung at her back. Loose sand and
shellgrit crusted her bare feet. About her windraw face hair trailed.
Behind her lordhis helpmatebing awast to Romeville. When night hides
her body's flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway where dogs
have mired. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of
Blackpitts. Buss herwap in rogues' rum lingoforOmy dimber wapping
dell! A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags. Fumbally's lane that
night: the tanyard smells.

WHITE THY FAMBLESRED THY GAN

AND THY QUARRONS DAINTY IS.

COUCH A HOGSHEAD WITH ME THEN.

IN THE DARKMANS CLIP AND KISS.


Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls thisFRATE PORCOSPINO.
Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. Call away let him: THY QUARRONS DAINTY
IS. Language no whit worse than his. Monkwordsmarybeads jabber on
their girdles: roguewordstough nuggets patter in their pockets.

Passing now.

A side eye at my Hamlet hat. If I were suddenly naked here as I sit? I
am not. Across the sands of all the worldfollowed by the sun's flaming
swordto the westtrekking to evening lands. She trudgesschlepps
trainsdragstrascines her load. A tide westeringmoondrawnin her
wake. Tidesmyriadislandedwithin herblood not mineOINOPA PONTON
a winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon. In sleep the wet sign
calls her hourbids her rise. Bridebedchildbedbed of death
ghostcandled. OMNIS CARO AD TE VENIET. He comespale vampirethrough
storm his eyeshis bat sails bloodying the seamouth to her mouth's
kiss.

Here. Put a pin in that chapwill you? My tablets. Mouth to her kiss.

No. Must be two of em. Glue em well. Mouth to her mouth's kiss.

His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air: mouth to her
moomb. Oomballwombing tomb. His mouth moulded issuing breath
unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planetsglobedblazingroaring
wayawayawayawayaway. Paper. The banknotesblast them. Old Deasy's
letter. Here. Thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off.
Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and
scribbled words. That's twice I forgot to take slips from the library
counter.

His shadow lay over the rocks as he bentending. Why not endless till
the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this lightdarkness
shining in the brightnessdelta of Cassiopeiaworlds. Me sits there with
his augur's rod of ashin borrowed sandalsby day beside a livid sea
unbeheldin violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars.
I throw this ended shadow from memanshape ineluctablecall it back.
Endlesswould it be mineform of my form? Who watches me here? Who ever
anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field. Somewhere
to someone in your flutiest voice. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil
of the temple out of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems
hatched on its field. Hold hard. Coloured on a flat: yesthat's right.
Flat I seethen think distancenearfarflat I seeeastback. Ah
see now! Falls back suddenlyfrozen in stereoscope. Click does the trick.
You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls do you not think?
Flutier. Our soulsshamewounded by our sinscling to us yet more
a woman to her lover clingingthe more the more.

She trusts meher hand gentlethe longlashed eyes. Now where the blue
hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality
of the ineluctable visuality. Shesheshe. What she? The virgin
at Hodges Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet
books you were going to write. Keen glance you gave her. Wrist through
the braided jesse of her sunshade. She lives in Leeson park with
a grief and kickshawsa lady of letters. Talk that to someone else
Stevie: a pickmeup. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders
and yellow stockingsdarned with lumpy wool. Talk about apple dumplings
PIUTTOSTO. Where are your wits?

Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. Otouch
me soonnow. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone.
Sad too. Touchtouch me.


He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rockscramming the
scribbled note and pencil into a pock his hat. His hat down on his eyes.
That is Kevin Egan's movement I madenodding for his napsabbath sleep.
ET VIDIT DEUS. ET ERANT VALDE BONA. Alo! BONJOUR. Welcome as the flowers
in May. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the
southing sun. I am caught in this burning scene. Pan's hourthe faunal
noon. Among gumheavy serpentplantsmilkoozing fruitswhere on the
tawny waters leaves lie wide. Pain is far.

AND NO MORE TURN ASIDE AND BROOD.

His gaze brooded on his broadtoed bootsa buck's castoffs
NEBENEINANDER. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's
foot had nested warm. The foot that beat the ground in tripudiumfoot I
dislove. But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you:
girl I knew in Paris. TIENSQUEL PETIT PIED! Staunch frienda brother
soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. His arm: Cranly's arm. He
now will leave me. And the blame? As I am. As I am. All or not at all.

In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed fullcovering
greengoldenly lagoons of sandrisingflowing. My ashplant will float
away. I shall wait. Nothey will pass onpassingchafing against the
low rocksswirlingpassing. Better get this job over quick. Listen: a
fourworded wavespeech: seesoohrssrsseeissooos. Vehement breath of
waters amid seasnakesrearing horsesrocks. In cups of rocks it slops:
flopslopslap: bounded in barrels. Andspentits speech ceases. It
flows purlingwidely flowingfloating foampoolflower unfurling.

Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly
and sway reluctant armshising up their petticoatsin whispering water
swaying and upturning coy silver fronds. Day by day: night by night:
liftedflooded and let fall. Lordthey are weary; andwhispered to
they sigh. Saint Ambrose heard itsigh of leaves and waveswaiting
awaiting the fullness of their timesDIEBUS AC NOCTIBUS INIURIAS PATIENS
INGEMISCIT. To no end gathered; vainly then releasedforthflowing
wending back: loom of the moon. Weary too in sight of loverslascivious
mena naked woman shining in her courtsshe draws a toil of waters.

Five fathoms out there. Full fathom five thy father lies. At onehe
said. Found drowned. High water at Dublin bar. Driving before it a loose
drift of rubblefanshoals of fishessilly shells. A corpse rising
saltwhite from the undertowbobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward.
There he is. Hook it quick. Pull. Sunk though he be beneath the watery
floor. We have him. Easy now.

Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. A quiver of minnowsfat of a
spongy titbitflash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly. God
becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed
mountain. Dead breaths I living breathetread dead dustdevour a urinous
offal from all dead. Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes upward the
stench of his green gravehis leprous nosehole snoring to the sun.

A seachange thisbrown eyes saltblue. Seadeathmildest of all deaths
known to man. Old Father Ocean. PRIX DE PARIS: beware of imitations. Just
you give it a fair trial. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.

Come. I thirst. Clouding over. No black clouds anywhereare there?
Thunderstorm. Allbright he fallsproud lightning of the intellect
LUCIFERDICOQUI NESCIT OCCASUM. No. My cockle hat and staff and hismy
sandal shoon. Where? To evening lands. Evening will find itself.

He took the hilt of his ashplantlunging with it softlydallying still.
Yesevening will find itself in mewithout me. All days make their end.
By the way next when is it Tuesday will be the longest day. Of all the


glad new yearmotherthe rum tum tiddledy tum. Lawn Tennysongentleman
poet. GIA. For the old hag with the yellow teeth. And Monsieur Drumont
gentleman journalist. GIA. My teeth are very bad. WhyI wonder. Feel.
That one is going too. Shells. Ought I go to a dentistI wonderwith
that money? That one. This. Toothless Kinchthe superman. Why is thatI
wonderor does it mean something perhaps?

My handkerchief. He threw it. I remember. Did I not take it up?

His hand groped vainly in his pockets. NoI didn't. Better buy one.

He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock
carefully. For the rest let look who will.

Behind. Perhaps there is someone.

He turned his face over a shoulderrere regardant. Moving through
the air high spars of a threemasterher sails brailed up on the
crosstreeshomingupstreamsilently movinga silent ship.
+

-- II -


Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and
fowls. He liked thick giblet soupnutty gizzardsa stuffed roast heart
liverslices fried with crustcrumbsfried hencods' roes. Most of all he
liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of
faintly scented urine.

Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly
righting her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air
were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere.
Made him feel a bit peckish.

The coals were reddening.

Another slice of bread and butter: threefour: right. She didn't like
her plate full. Right. He turned from the traylifted the kettle off the
hob and set it sideways on the fire. It sat theredull and squatits
spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry. The cat walked stiffly
round a leg of the table with tail on high.

--Mkgnao!

--Othere you areMr Bloom saidturning from the fire.

The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the
tablemewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my
head. Prr.

Mr Bloom watched curiouslykindly the lithe black form. Clean to
see: the gloss of her sleek hidethe white button under the butt of her
tailthe green flashing eyes. He bent down to herhis hands on his
knees.

--Milk for the pussenshe said.

--Mrkgnao! the cat cried.

They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we
understand them. She understands all she wants to. Vindictive too. Cruel.
Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it. Wonder what I look
like to her. Height of a tower? Noshe can jump me.


--Afraid of the chickens she ishe said mockingly. Afraid of the
chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.


Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it.


--Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly.


She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyesmewing plaintively
and longshowing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits
narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to the
dressertook the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for himpoured
warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.


--Gurrhr! she criedrunning to lap.


He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped
three times and licked lightly. Wonder is it true if you clip them they
can't mouse after. Why? They shine in the darkperhapsthe tips. Or kind
of feelers in the darkperhaps.


He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggsno. No good eggs with
this drouth. Want pure fresh water. Thursday: not a good day either for a
mutton kidney at Buckley's. Fried with buttera shake of pepper. Better a
pork kidney at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. She lapped slower
then licking the saucer clean. Why are their tongues so rough? To lap
betterall porous holes. Nothing she can eat? He glanced round him. No.


On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hallpaused
by the bedroom door. She might like something tasty. Thin bread and
butter she likes in the morning. Still perhaps: once in a way.


He said softly in the bare hall:


--I'm going round the corner. Be back in a minute.


And when he had heard his voice say it he added:


--You don't want anything for breakfast?


A sleepy soft grunt answered:


--Mn.


No. She didn't want anything. He heard then a warm heavy sigh
softeras she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead
jingled. Must get those settled really. Pity. All the way from Gibraltar.
Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Wonder what her father gave for it.
Old style. Ah yes! of course. Bought it at the governor's auction. Got a
short knock. Hard as nails at a bargainold Tweedy. Yessir. At Plevna
that was. I rose from the rankssirand I'm proud of it. Still he had
brains enough to make that corner in stamps. Now that was farseeing.


His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat
and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Stamps: stickyback
pictures. Daresay lots of officers are in the swim too. Course they do.
The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high
grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip of
paper. Quite safe.


On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there.
In the trousers I left off. Must get it. Potato I have. Creaky wardrobe.
No use disturbing her. She turned over sleepily that time. He pulled the
halldoor to after him very quietlymoretill the footleaf dropped gently



over the thresholda limp lid. Looked shut. All right till I come back
anyhow.

He crossed to the bright sideavoiding the loose cellarflap of number
seventyfive. The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. Be a warm
day I fancy. Specially in these black clothes feel it more. Black
conductsreflects(refracts is it?)the heat. But I couldn't go in that
light suit. Make a picnic of it. His eyelids sank quietly often as he
walked in happy warmth. Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our daily
but she prefers yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot. Makes you
feel young. Somewhere in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Travel
round in front of the sunsteal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever
never grow a day older technically. Walk along a strandstrange land
come to a city gatesentry thereold ranker tooold Tweedy's big
moustachesleaning on a long kind of a spear. Wander through awned
streets. Turbaned faces going by. Dark caves of carpet shopsbig man
Turko the terribleseated crossleggedsmoking a coiled pipe. Cries of
sellers in the streets. Drink water scented with fennelsherbet. Dander
along all day. Might meet a robber or two. Wellmeet him. Getting on to
sundown. The shadows of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a
scroll rolled up. A shiver of the treessignalthe evening wind. I pass
on. Fading gold sky. A mother watches me from her doorway. She calls her
children home in their dark language. High wall: beyond strings twanged.
Night skymoonvioletcolour of Molly's new garters. Strings. Listen.
A girl playing one of those instruments what do you call them: dulcimers.
I pass.

Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read: in the track of
the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiledpleasing himself. What
Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the FREEMAN leader: a
homerule sun rising up in the northwest from the laneway behind the bank
of Ireland. He prolonged his pleased smile. Ikey touch that: homerule sun
rising up in the north-west.

He approached Larry O'Rourke's. From the cellar grating floated up
the flabby gush of porter. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out
whiffs of gingerteadustbiscuitmush. Good househowever: just the end
of the city traffic. For instance M'Auley's down there: n. g. as position.
Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from the
cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shot.

Baldhead over the blind. Cute old codger. No use canvassing him for
an ad. Still he knows his own business best. There he issure enoughmy
bold Larryleaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching the
aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket. Simon Dedalus takes him
off to a tee with his eyes screwed up. Do you know what I'm going to tell
you? What's thatMr O'Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians
they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the Japanese.

Stop and say a word: about the funeral perhaps. Sad thing about
poor DignamMr O'Rourke.

Turning into Dorset street he said freshly in greeting through the
doorway:

--Good dayMr O'Rourke.

--Good day to you.

--Lovely weathersir.

--'Tis all that.

Where do they get the money? Coming up redheaded curates from


the county Leitrimrinsing empties and old man in the cellar. Thenlo
and beholdthey blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Then thin
of the competition. General thirst. Good puzzle would be cross Dublin
without passing a pub. Save it they can't. Off the drunks perhaps. Put
down three and carry five. What is thata bob here and theredribs and
drabs. On the wholesale orders perhaps. Doing a double shuffle with the
town travellers. Square it you with the boss and we'll split the jobsee?

How much would that tot to off the porter in the month? Say ten
barrels of stuff. Say he got ten per cent off. O more. Fifteen. He passed
Saint Joseph's National school. Brats' clamour. Windows open. Fresh air
helps memory. Or a lilt. Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee
doubleyou. Boys are they? Yes. Inishturk. Inishark. Inishboffin. At their
joggerfry. Mine. Slieve Bloom.

He halted before Dlugacz's windowstaring at the hanks of sausages
poloniesblack and white. Fifteen multiplied by. The figures whitened in
his mindunsolved: displeasedhe let them fade. The shiny linkspacked
with forcemeatfed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm
breath of cooked spicy pigs' blood.

A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish: the last. He
stood by the nextdoor girl at the counter. Would she buy it toocalling
the items from a slip in her hand? Chapped: washingsoda. And a pound and a
half of Denny's sausages. His eyes rested on her vigorous hips. Woods his
name is. Wonder what he does. Wife is oldish. New blood. No followers
allowed. Strong pair of arms. Whacking a carpet on the clothesline. She
does whack itby George. The way her crooked skirt swings at each whack.

The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off
with blotchy fingerssausagepink. Sound meat there: like a stallfed
heifer.

He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets: the model farm at
Kinnereth on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Can become ideal winter
sanatorium. Moses Montefiore. I thought he was. Farmhousewall round it
blurred cattle cropping. He held the page from him: interesting: read it
nearerthe titlethe blurred cropping cattlethe page rustling. A young
white heifer. Those mornings in the cattlemarketthe beasts lowing in
their pensbranded sheepflop and fall of dungthe breeders in
hobnailed boots trudging through the litterslapping a palm on a
ripemeated hindquarterthere's a prime oneunpeeled switches in their
hands. He held the page aslant patientlybending his senses and his will
his soft subject gaze at rest. The crooked skirt swingingwhack by whack
by whack.

The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pilewrapped up her
prime sausages and made a red grimace.

--Nowmy misshe said.

She tendered a coinsmiling boldlyholding her thick wrist out.

--Thank youmy miss. And one shilling threepence change. For you
please?

Mr Bloom pointed quickly. To catch up and walk behind her if she
went slowlybehind her moving hams. Pleasant to see first thing in the
morning. Hurry updamn it. Make hay while the sun shines. She stood
outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right. He sighed
down his nose: they never understand. Sodachapped hands. Crusted
toenails too. Brown scapulars in tattersdefending her both ways. The
sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast. For another:
a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles lane. They like them sizeable.


Prime sausage. O pleaseMr PolicemanI'm lost in the wood.

--Threepenceplease.

His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket.
Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on
the rubber prickles. They laywere read quickly and quickly sliddisc by
discinto the till.

--Thank yousir. Another time.

A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his
gaze after an instant. No: better not: another time.

--Good morninghe saidmoving away.

--Good morningsir.

No sign. Gone. What matter?

He walked back along Dorset streetreading gravely. Agendath
Netaim: planters' company. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish
government and plant with eucalyptus trees. Excellent for shadefuel and
construction. Orangegroves and immense melonfields north of Jaffa. You
pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives
orangesalmonds or citrons. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial
irrigation. Every year you get a sending of the crop. Your name entered
for life as owner in the book of the union. Can pay ten down and the
balance in yearly instalments. Bleibtreustrasse 34BerlinW. 15.

Nothing doing. Still an idea behind it.

He looked at the cattleblurred in silver heat. Silverpowdered
olivetrees. Quiet long days: pruningripening. Olives are packed in jars
eh? I have a few left from Andrews. Molly spitting them out. Knows the
taste of them now. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. Citrons too.
Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. And Mastiansky with
the old cither. Pleasant evenings we had then. Molly in Citron's
basketchair. Nice to holdcool waxen fruithold in the handlift it to
the nostrils and smell the perfume. Like thatheavysweetwild perfume.
Always the sameyear after year. They fetched high prices tooMoisel
told me. Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. Must be
without a flawhe said. Coming all that way: SpainGibraltar
Mediterraneanthe Levant. Crates lined up on the quayside at Jaffachap
ticking them off in a booknavvies handling them barefoot in soiled
dungarees. There's whatdoyoucallhim out of. How do you? Doesn't see. Chap
you know just to salute bit of a bore. His back is like that Norwegian
captain's. Wonder if I'll meet him today. Watering cart. To provoke the
rain. On earth as it is in heaven.

A cloud began to cover the sun slowlywholly. Grey. Far.

Nonot like that. A barren landbare waste. Vulcanic lakethe dead
sea: no fishweedlesssunk deep in the earth. No wind could lift those
wavesgrey metalpoisonous foggy waters. Brimstone they called it
raining down: the cities of the plain: SodomGomorrahEdom. All dead
names. A dead sea in a dead landgrey and old. Old now. It bore the
oldestthe first race. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy'sclutching a
naggin bottle by the neck. The oldest people. Wandered far away over all
the earthcaptivity to captivitymultiplyingdyingbeing born
everywhere. It lay there now. Now it could bear no more. Dead: an old
woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.

Desolation.


Grey horror seared his flesh. Folding the page into his pocket he
turned into Eccles streethurrying homeward. Cold oils slid along his
veinschilling his blood: age crusting him with a salt cloak. WellI am
here now. YesI am here now. Morning mouth bad images. Got up wrong side
of the bed. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises. On the hands down.
Blotchy brown brick houses. Number eighty still unlet. Why is that?
Valuation is only twenty-eight. TowersBattersbyNorthMacArthur:
parlour windows plastered with bills. Plasters on a sore eye. To smell the
gentle smoke of teafume of the pansizzling butter. Be near her ample
bedwarmed flesh. Yesyes.

Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley roadswiftlyin
slim sandalsalong the brightening footpath. Runsshe runs to meet mea
girl with gold hair on the wind.

Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered
them. Mrs Marion Bloom. His quickened heart slowed at once. Bold hand.
Mrs Marion.

--Poldy!

Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through
warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head.

--Who are the letters for?

He looked at them. Mullingar. Milly.

--A letter for me from Millyhe said carefullyand a card to you. And a
letter for you.

He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of
her knees.

--Do you want the blind up?

Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her
glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow.

--That do? he askedturning.

She was reading the cardpropped on her elbow.

--She got the thingsshe said.

He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back
slowly with a snug sigh.

--Hurry up with that teashe said. I'm parched.

--The kettle is boilinghe said.

But he delayed to clear the chair: her striped petticoattossed soiled
linen: and lifted all in an armful on to the foot of the bed.

As he went down the kitchen stairs she called:

--Poldy!

--What?

--Scald the teapot.


On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. He
scalded and rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea
tilting the kettle then to let the water flow in. Having set it to draw he
took off the kettlecrushed the pan flat on the live coals and watched
the lump of butter slide and melt. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat
mewed hungrily against him. Give her too much meat she won't mouse. Say
they won't eat pork. Kosher. Here. He let the bloodsmeared paper fall to
her and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. Pepper. He
sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the chipped eggcup.

Then he slit open his letterglancing down the page and over.
Thanks: new tam: Mr Coghlan: lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes
Boylan's seaside girls.

The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecupsham crown

Derbysmiling. Silly Milly's birthday gift. Only five she was then. No
wait: four. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Putting pieces of
folded brown paper in the letterbox for her. He smiledpouring.

OMILLY BLOOMYOU ARE MY DARLING.

YOU ARE MY LOOKINGGLASS FROM NIGHT TO MORNING.

I'D RATHER HAVE YOU WITHOUT A FARTHING

THAN KATEY KEOGH WITH HER ASS AND GARDEN.

Poor old professor Goodwin. Dreadful old case. Still he was a
courteous old chap. Oldfashioned way he used to bow Molly off the
platform. And the little mirror in his silk hat. The night Milly brought
it into the parlour. Olook what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! All
we laughed. Sex breaking out even then. Pert little piece she was.

He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the
teapot on the tray. Its hump bumped as he took it up. Everything on it?
Bread and butterfoursugarspoonher cream. Yes. He carried it
upstairshis thumb hooked in the teapot handle.

Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it
on the chair by the bedhead.

--What a time you were! she said.

She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself brisklyan elbow on
the pillow. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft
bubssloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. The warmth of
her couched body rose on the airmingling with the fragrance of the tea
she poured.

A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In the
act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread.

--Who was the letter from? he asked.

Bold hand. Marion.

--OBoylanshe said. He's bringing the programme.

--What are you singing?

--LA CI DAREM with J. C. Doyleshe saidand LOVE'S OLD SWEET SONG.

Her full lipsdrinkingsmiled. Rather stale smell that incense leaves


next day. Like foul flowerwater.

--Would you like the window open a little?

She doubled a slice of bread into her mouthasking:

--What time is the funeral?

--ElevenI thinkhe answered. I didn't see the paper.

Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled
drawers from the bed. No? Thena twisted grey garter looped round a
stocking: rumpledshiny sole.

--No: that book.

Other stocking. Her petticoat.

--It must have fell downshe said.

He felt here and there. VOGLIO E NON VORREI. Wonder if she pronounces
that right: VOGLIO. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and
lifted the valance. The bookfallensprawled against the bulge of the
orangekeyed chamberpot.

--Show hereshe said. I put a mark in it. There's a word I wanted to ask
you.

She swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by nothandle and
having wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanketbegan to search the
text with the hairpin till she reached the word.

--Met him what? he asked.

--Hereshe said. What does that mean?

He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.

--Metempsychosis?

--Yes. Who's he when he's at home?

--Metempsychosishe saidfrowning. It's Greek: from the Greek. That
means the transmigration of souls.

--Orocks! she said. Tell us in plain words.

He smiledglancing askance at her mocking eyes. The same young
eyes. The first night after the charades. Dolphin's Barn. He turned over
the smudged pages. RUBY: THE PRIDE OF THE RING. Hello. Illustration.
Fierce Italian with carriagewhip. Must be Ruby pride of the on the floor
naked. Sheet kindly lent. THE MONSTER MAFFEI DESISTED AND FLUNG HIS
VICTIM FROM HIM WITH AN OATH. Cruelty behind it all. Doped animals.
Trapeze at Hengler's. Had to look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your
neck and we'll break our sides. Families of them. Bone them young so they
metamspychosis. That we live after death. Our souls. That a man's soul
after he dies. Dignam's soul ...

--Did you finish it? he asked.

--Yesshe said. There's nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the
first fellow all the time?

--Never read it. Do you want another?


--Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Nice name he has.

She poured more tea into her cupwatching it flow sideways.

Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to
Kearneymy guarantor. Reincarnation: that's the word.

--Some people believehe saidthat we go on living in another body
after deaththat we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That we all
lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or some other planet.
They say we have forgotten it. Some say they remember their past lives.

The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. Bette
remind her of the word: metempsychosis. An example would be better. An
example?

The BATH OF THE NYMPH over the bed. Given away with the Easter
number of PHOTO BITS: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Tea before you
put milk in. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Three and six I
gave for the frame. She said it would look nice over the bed. Naked
nymphs: Greece: and for instance all the people that lived then.

He turned the pages back.

--Metempsychosishe saidis what the ancient Greeks called it. They
used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a treefor
instance. What they called nymphsfor example.

Her spoon ceased to stir up the sugar. She gazed straight before her
inhaling through her arched nostrils.

--There's a smell of burnshe said. Did you leave anything on the fire?

--The kidney! he cried suddenly.

He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket andstubbing his toes
against the broken commodehurried out towards the smellstepping
hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork's legs. Pungent smoke shot
up in an angry jet from a side of the pan. By prodding a prong of the fork
under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back. Only a
little burnt. He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the scanty
brown gravy trickle over it.

Cup of tea now. He sat downcut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He
shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat. Then he put a forkful
into his mouthchewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat. Done
to a turn. A mouthful of tea. Then he cut away dies of breadsopped one
in the gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about some young
student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his sidereading it
slowly as he chewedsopping another die of bread in the gravy and raising
it to his mouth.

Dearest Papli

Thanks ever so much for the lovely birthday present. It suits me
splendid. Everyone says I am quite the belle in my new tam. I got mummy's
Iovely box of creams and am writing. They are lovely. I am getting on
swimming in the photo business now. Mr Coghlan took one of me and Mrs.
Will send when developed. We did great biz yesterday. Fair day and all the
beef to the heels were in. We are going to lough Owel on Monday with a
few friends to make a scrap picnic. Give my love to mummy and to yourself
a big kiss and thanks. I hear them at the piano downstairs. There is to be


a concert in the Greville Arms on Saturday. There is a young student comes
here some evenings named Bannon his cousins or something are big swells
and he sings Boylan's (I was on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's) song
about those seaside girls. Tell him silly Milly sends my best respects. I
must now close with fondest love

Your fond daughterMILLY.

P. S. Excuse bad writing am in hurry. Byby. M.
Fifteen yesterday. Curiousfifteenth of the month too. Her first
birthday away from home. Separation. Remember the summer morning she
was bornrunning to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. Jolly old
woman. Lot of babies she must have helped into the world. She knew from
the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. WellGod is goodsir. She knew
at once. He would be eleven now if he had lived.

His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. Excuse bad writing.
Hurry. Piano downstairs. Coming out of her shell. Row with her in the XL
Cafe about the bracelet. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look.
Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after
piece of kidney. Twelve and six a week. Not much. Stillshe might do
worse. Music hall stage. Young student. He drank a draught of cooler tea
to wash down his meal. Then he read the letter again: twice.

Owell: she knows how to mind herself. But if not? Nonothing has
happened. Of course it might. Wait in any case till it does. A wild piece
of goods. Her slim legs running up the staircase. Destiny. Ripening now.

Vain: very.

He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window. Day I
caught her in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a
little. Was given milk too long. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the
Kish. Damned old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky. Her pale blue scarf
loose in the wind with her hair.

ALL DIMPLED CHEEKS AND CURLS

YOUR HEAD IT SIMPLY SWIRLS.

Seaside girls. Torn envelope. Hands stuck in his trousers' pocketsjarvey
off for the daysinging. Friend of the family. Swurlshe says. Pier with
lampssummer eveningband

THOSE GIRLSTHOSE GIRLS

THOSE LOVELY SEASIDE GIRLS.

Milly too. Young kisses: the first. Far away now past. Mrs Marion.
Readinglying back nowcounting the strands of her hairsmiling
braiding.

A soft qualmregretflowed down his backboneincreasing. Will
happenyes. Prevent. Useless: can't move. Girl's sweet light lips. Will
happen too. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move
now. Lips kissedkissingkissed. Full gluey woman's lips.


Better where she is down there: away. Occupy her. Wanted a dog to
pass the time. Might take a trip down there. August bank holidayonly two
and six return. Six weeks offhowever. Might work a press pass. Or
through M'Coy.


The cathaving cleaned all her furreturned to the meatstained paper
nosed at it and stalked to the door. She looked back at himmewing. Wants
to go out. Wait before a door sometime it will open. Let her wait. Has the
fidgets. Electric. Thunder in the air. Was washing at her ear with her
back to the fire too.


He felt heavyfull: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up
undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him.


--Miaow! he said in answer. Wait till I'm ready.


Heaviness: hot day coming. Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to
the landing.


A paper. He liked to read at stool. Hope no ape comes knocking just
as I'm.


In the tabledrawer he found an old number of TITBITS. He folded it
under his armpitwent to the door and opened it. The cat went up in soft
bounds. Ahwanted to go upstairscurl up in a ball on the bed.


Listeninghe heard her voice:


--Comecomepussy. Come.


He went out through the backdoor into the garden: stood to listen
towards the next garden. No sound. Perhaps hanging clothes out to dry.
The maid was in the garden. Fine morning.


He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall.
Make a summerhouse here. Scarlet runners. Virginia creepers. Want to
manure the whole place overscabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur. All
soil like that without dung. Household slops. Loamwhat is this that is?
The hens in the next garden: their droppings are very good top dressing.
Best of all though are the cattleespecially when they are fed on those
oilcakes. Mulch of dung. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves.
Dirty cleans. Ashes too. Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in that corner
there. Lettuce. Always have fresh greens then. Still gardens have their
drawbacks. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday.


He walked on. Where is my hatby the way? Must have put it back
on the peg. Or hanging up on the floor. Funny I don't remember that.
Hallstand too full. Four umbrellasher raincloak. Picking up the letters.
Drago's shopbell ringing. Queer I was just thinking that moment. Brown
brillantined hair over his collar. Just had a wash and brushup. Wonder
have I time for a bath this morning. Tara street. Chap in the paybox there
got away James Stephensthey say. O'Brien.


Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Agendath what is it? Nowmy
miss. Enthusiast.


He kicked open the crazy door of the jakes. Better be careful not to get
these trousers dirty for the funeral. He went inbowing his head under
the low lintel. Leaving the door ajaramid the stench of mouldy limewash
and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Before sitting down he peered
through a chink up at the nextdoor windows. The king was in his
countinghouse. Nobody.


Asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paperturning its pages



over on his bared knees. Something new and easy. No great hurry. Keep it
a bit. Our prize titbit: MATCHAM'S MASTERSTROKE. Written by Mr Philip
BeaufoyPlaygoers' ClubLondon. Payment at the rate of one guinea a
column has been made to the writer. Three and a half. Three pounds three.
Three poundsthirteen and six.

Quietly he readrestraining himselfthe first column andyielding but
resistingbegan the second. Midwayhis last resistance yieldinghe
allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he readreading still
patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Hope it's not
too big bring on piles again. Nojust right. So. Ah! Costive. One tabloid
of cascara sagrada. Life might be so. It did not move or touch him but it
was something quick and neat. Print anything now. Silly season. He read
onseated calm above his own rising smell. Neat certainly. MATCHAM OFTEN
THINKS OF THE MASTERSTROKE BY WHICH HE WON THE LAUGHING WITCH WHO NOW.
Begins and ends morally. HAND IN HAND. Smart. He glanced back through what
he had read andwhile feeling his water flow quietlyhe envied kindly
Mr Beaufoy who had written it and received payment of three pounds
thirteen and six.

Might manage a sketch. By Mr and Mrs L. M. Bloom. Invent a story
for some proverb. Which? Time I used to try jotting down on my cuff what
she said dressing. Dislike dressing together. Nicked myself shaving.
Biting her nether liphooking the placket of her skirt. Timing her. 9.l5.
Did Roberts pay you yet? 9.20. What had Gretta Conroy on? 9.23. What
possessed me to buy this comb? 9.24. I'm swelled after that cabbage. A
speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot.

Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. Morning
after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of
the hours. Explain that: morning hoursnoonthen evening coming on
then night hours. Washing her teeth. That was the first night. Her head
dancing. Her fansticks clicking. Is that Boylan well off? He has money.
Why? I noticed he had a good rich smell off his breath dancing. No use
humming then. Allude to it. Strange kind of music that last night.
The mirror was in shadow. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her
woollen vest against her full wagging bub. Peering into it. Lines in
her eyes. It wouldn't pan out somehow.

Evening hoursgirls in grey gauze. Night hours then: black with
daggers and eyemasks. Poetical idea: pinkthen goldenthen greythen
black. Stilltrue to life also. Day: then the night.

He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it.
Then he girded up his trousersbraced and buttoned himself. He pulled
back the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom into
the air.

In the bright lightlightened and cooled in limbhe eyed carefully his
black trousers: the endsthe kneesthe houghs of the knees. What time is
the funeral? Better find out in the paper.

A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George's
church. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron.

HEIGHO! HEIGHO!
HEIGHO! HEIGHO!
HEIGHO! HEIGHO!


Quarter to. There again: the overtone following through the airthird.

Poor Dignam!


* * * * * * *

By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom walked soberly
past Windmill laneLeask's the linseed crusherthe postal telegraph
office. Could have given that address too. And past the sailors' home.
He turned from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime
street. By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolledhis bucket of
offal linkedsmoking a chewed fagbutt. A smaller girl with scars of
eczema on her forehead eyed himlistlessly holding her battered caskhoop.
Tell him if he smokes he won't grow. O let him! His life isn't such a bed
of roses. Waiting outside pubs to bring da home. Come home to mada.
Slack hour: won't be many there. He crossed Townsend streetpassed the
frowning face of Bethel. Elyes: house of: AlephBeth. And past Nichols'
the undertaker. At eleven it is. Time enough. Daresay Corny Kelleher
bagged the job for O'Neill's. Singing with his eyes shut. Corny. Met her
once in the park. In the dark. What a lark. Police tout. Her name and
address she then told with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. Osurely he bagged
it. Bury him cheap in a whatyoumaycall. With my tooraloomtooraloom
tooraloomtooraloom.

In Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and
Oriental Tea Company and read the legends of leadpapered packets: choice
blendfinest qualityfamily tea. Rather warm. Tea. Must get some from
Tom Kernan. Couldn't ask him at a funeralthough. While his eyes still
read blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his
right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. Very warm morning.
Under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather
headband inside his high grade ha. Just there. His right hand came down
into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the
headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket.

So warm. His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow
and hair. Then he put on his hat againrelieved: and read again: choice
blendmade of the finest Ceylon brands. The far east. Lovely spot it must
be: the garden of the worldbig lazy leaves to float about oncactuses
flowery meadssnaky lianas they call them. Wonder is it like that. Those
Cinghalese lobbing about in the sun in DOLCE FAR NIENTEnot doing a
hand's turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot to quarrel.
Influence of the climate. Lethargy. Flowers of idleness. The air feeds
most. Azotes. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. Sensitive plants. Waterlilies.
Petals too tired to. Sleeping sickness in the air. Walk on roseleaves.
Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. Where was the chap I saw in that
picture somewhere? Ah yesin the dead sea floating on his backreading a
book with a parasol open. Couldn't sink if you tried: so thick with salt.
Because the weight of the waternothe weight of the body in the water
is equal to the weight of the what? Or is it the volume is equal to the
weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High school cracking his
fingerjointsteaching. The college curriculum. Cracking curriculum. What
is weight really when you say the weight? Thirtytwo feet per second per
second. Law of falling bodies: per second per second. They all fall to the
ground. The earth. It's the force of gravity of the earth is the weight.

He turned away and sauntered across the road. How did she walk
with her sausages? Like that something. As he walked he took the folded
FREEMAN from his sidepocketunfolded itrolled it lengthwise in a baton
and tapped it at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. Careless
air: just drop in to see. Per second per second. Per second for every
second it means. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the
door of the postoffice. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In.

He handed the card through the brass grill.


--Are there any letters for me? he asked.

While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the
recruiting poster with soldiers of all arms on parade: and held the tip of
his baton against his nostrilssmelling freshprinted rag paper. No answer
probably. Went too far last time.

The postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a
letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope.

Henry Flower Esq
c/o P. O. Westland Row
City.

Answered anyhow. He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket
reviewing again the soldiers on parade. Where's old Tweedy's regiment?
Castoff soldier. There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. Nohe's a
grenadier. Pointed cuffs. There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. Redcoats.
Too showy. That must be why the women go after them. Uniform. Easier to
enlist and drill. Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell
street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Griffith's paper is on the
same tack now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or
halfseasover empire. Half baked they look: hypnotised like. Eyes front.
Mark time. Table: able. Bed: ed. The King's own. Never see him dressed up
as a fireman or a bobby. A masonyes.

He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right. Talk: as if
that would mend matters. His hand went into his pocket and a forefinger
felt its way under the flap of the enveloperipping it open in jerks.
Women will pay a lot of heedI don't think. His fingers drew forth the
letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something
pinned on: photo perhaps. Hair? No.

M'Coy. Get rid of him quickly. Take me out of my way. Hate company
when you.

--HelloBloom. Where are you off to?

--HelloM'Coy. Nowhere in particular.

--How's the body?

--Fine. How are you?

--Just keeping aliveM'Coy said.

His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:

--Is there any ... no trouble I hope? I see you're ...

--OnoMr Bloom said. Poor Dignamyou know. The funeral is today.

--To be surepoor fellow. So it is. What time?

A photo it isn't. A badge maybe.

--E ... elevenMr Bloom answered.

--I must try to get out thereM'Coy said. Elevenis it? I only heard it
last night. Who was telling me? Holohan. You know Hoppy?


--I know.

Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the
door of the Grosvenor. The porter hoisted the valise up on the well. She
stood stillwaitingwhile the manhusbandbrotherlike hersearched
his pockets for change. Stylish kind of coat with that roll collarwarm
for a day like thislooks like blanketcloth. Careless stand of her with
her hands in those patch pockets. Like that haughty creature at the polo
match. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. Handsome is and
handsome does. Reserved about to yield. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is
an honourable man. Possess her once take the starch out of her.

--I was with Bob Doranhe's on one of his periodical bendsand what do
you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway's we were.

Doran Lyons in Conway's. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. In
came Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head and gazing far from
beneath his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare
the braided drums. Clearly I can see today. Moisture about gives long
sight perhaps. Talking of one thing or another. Lady's hand. Which side
will she get up?

--And he said: SAD THING ABOUT OUR POOR FRIEND PADDY! WHAT PADDY? I said.
POOR LITTLE PADDY DIGNAMhe said.

Off to the country: Broadstone probably. High brown boots with
laces dangling. Wellturned foot. What is he foostering over that change
for? Sees me looking. Eye out for other fellow always. Good fallback. Two
strings to her bow.

--WHY? I said. WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM? I said.

Proud: rich: silk stockings.

--YesMr Bloom said.

He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a
minute.

--WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM? He said. HE'S DEADhe said. Andfaithhe
filled up. IS IT PADDY DIGNAM? I said. I couldn't believe it when I heard
it. I was with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it in the
Arch. YEShe said. HE'S GONE. HE DIED ON MONDAYPOOR FELLOW. Watch!
Watch! Silk flash rich stockings white. Watch!

A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between.

Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and
the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment. Girl in Eustace
street hallway Monday was it settling her garter. Her friend covering the
display of. ESPRIT DE CORPS. Wellwhat are you gaping at?

--YesyesMr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Another gone.

--One of the bestM'Coy said.

The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridgeher
rich gloved hand on the steel grip. Flickerflicker: the laceflare of her
hat in the sun: flickerflick.

--Wife wellI suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.

--OyesMr Bloom said. Tiptopthanks.


He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:

WHAT IS HOME WITHOUT
PLUMTREE'S POTTED MEAT?
INCOMPLETE
WITH IT AN ABODE OF BLISS.


--My missus has just got an engagement. At least it's not settled yet.


Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I'm off thatthanks.


Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.


--My wife toohe said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the
Ulster HallBelfaston the twenty-fifth.


--That so? M'Coy said. Glad to hear thatold man. Who's getting it up?


Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating
bread and. No book. Blackened court cards laid along her thigh by sevens.
Dark lady and fair man. Letter. Cat furry black ball. Torn strip of
envelope.


LOVE'S
OLD
SWEET
SONG
COMES LO-OVE'S OLD ...


--It's a kind of a tourdon't you seeMr Bloom said thoughtfully.
SWEEEET SONG. There's a committee formed. Part shares and part profits.

M'Coy noddedpicking at his moustache stubble.

--Owellhe said. That's good news.

He moved to go.

--Wellglad to see you looking fithe said. Meet you knocking around.

--YesMr Bloom said.

--Tell you whatM'Coy said. You might put down my name at the funeral
will you? I'd like to go but I mightn't be ableyou see. There's a
drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself
would have to go down if the body is found. You just shove in my name if
I'm not therewill you?

--I'll do thatMr Bloom saidmoving to get off. That'll be all right.

--RightM'Coy said brightly. Thanksold man. I'd go if I possibly
could. Welltolloll. Just C. P. M'Coy will do.

--That will be doneMr Bloom answered firmly.

Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. The quick touch. Soft mark.
I'd like my job. Valise I have a particular fancy for. Leather. Capped
cornersrivetted edgesdouble action lever lock. Bob Cowley lent him his
for the Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of it
from that good day to this.

Mr Bloomstrolling towards Brunswick streetsmiled. My missus has


just got an. Reedy freckled soprano. Cheeseparing nose. Nice enough in its
way: for a little ballad. No guts in it. You and medon't you know: in
the same boat. Softsoaping. Give you the needle that would. Can't he hear
the difference? Think he's that way inclined a bit. Against my grain
somehow. Thought that Belfast would fetch him. I hope that smallpox up
there doesn't get worse. Suppose she wouldn't let herself be vaccinated
again. Your wife and my wife.

Wonder is he pimping after me?

Mr Bloom stood at the cornerhis eyes wandering over the
multicoloured hoardings. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale (Aromatic).
Clery's Summer Sale. Nohe's going on straight. Hello. LEAH tonight. Mrs
Bandmann Palmer. Like to see her again in that. HAMLET she played last
night. Male impersonator. Perhaps he was a woman. Why Ophelia
committed suicide. Poor papa! How he used to talk of Kate Bateman in
that. Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the afternoon to get in.
Year before I was born that was: sixtyfive. And Ristori in Vienna. What is
this the right name is? By Mosenthal it is. Rachelis it? No. The scene
he was always talking about where the old blind Abraham recognises the
voice and puts his fingers on his face.

Nathan's voice! His son's voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who left
his father to die of grief and misery in my armswho left the house of
his father and left the God of his father.

Every word is so deepLeopold.

Poor papa! Poor man! I'm glad I didn't go into the room to look at
his face. That day! Odear! Odear! Ffoo! Wellperhaps it was best for
him.

Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the
hazard. No use thinking of it any more. Nosebag time. Wish I hadn't met
that M'Coy fellow.

He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oatsthe gently
champing teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went byamid the
sweet oaten reek of horsepiss. Their Eldorado. Poor jugginses! Damn all
they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags.
Too full for words. Still they get their feed all right and their doss.
Gelded too: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their
haunches. Might be happy all the same that way. Good poor brutes they
look. Still their neigh can be very irritating.

He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he
carried. Might just walk into her here. The lane is safer.

He passed the cabman's shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies.
All weathersall placestime or setdownno will of their own.
VOGLIO E NON. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Sociable. Shout a few
flying syllables as they pass. He hummed:

LA CI DAREM LA MANO
LA LA LALA LA LA.


He turned into Cumberland street andgoing on some paceshalted
in the lee of the station wall. No-one. Meade's timberyard. Piled balks.
Ruins and tenements. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court
with its forgotten pickeystone. Not a sinner. Near the timberyard a
squatted child at marblesaloneshooting the taw with a cunnythumb. A
wise tabbya blinking sphinxwatched from her warm sill. Pity to disturb


them. Mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her. Open it.
And once I played marbles when I went to that old dame's school. She liked
mignonette. Mrs Ellis's. And Mr? He opened the letter within the
newspaper.

A flower. I think it's a. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Not
annoyed then? What does she say?

Dear Henry

I got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it. I am sorry
you did not like my last letter. Why did you enclose the stamps? I am
awfully angry with you. I do wish I could punish you for that. I called
you naughty boy because I do not like that other world. Please tell me
what is the real meaning of that word? Are you not happy in your home you
poor little naughty boy? I do wish I could do something for you. Please
tell me what you think of poor me. I often think of the beautiful name you
have. Dear Henrywhen will we meet? I think of you so often you have no
idea. I have never felt myself so much drawn to a man as you. I feel so
bad about. Please write me a long letter and tell me more. Remember if you
do not I will punish you. So now you know what I will do to youyou
naughty boyif you do not wrote. O how I long to meet you. Henry deardo
not deny my request before my patience are exhausted. Then I will tell you
all. Goodbye nownaughty darlingI have such a bad headache. today. and
write BY RETURN to your longing

Martha

P. S. Do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use. I want to know.
He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell
and placed it in his heart pocket. Language of flowers. They like it
because no-one can hear. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Then
walking slowly forward he read the letter againmurmuring here and there
a word. Angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you
don't please poor forgetmenot how I long violets to dear roses when we
soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume. Having
read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his
sidepocket.

Weak joy opened his lips. Changed since the first letter. Wonder
did she wrote it herself. Doing the indignant: a girl of good
family like merespectable character. Could meet one Sunday after the
rosary. Thank you: not having any. Usual love scrimmage. Then running
round corners. Bad as a row with Molly. Cigar has a cooling effect.
Narcotic. Go further next time. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of wordsof
course. Brutalwhy not? Try it anyhow. A bit at a time.

Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it.
Common pineh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere:
pinned together. Queer the number of pins they always have. No roses
without thorns.

Flat Dublin voices bawled in his head. Those two sluts that night in
the Coombelinked together in the rain.

OMARY LOST THE PIN OF HER DRAWERS.

SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

TO KEEP IT UP

TO KEEP IT UP.


It? Them. Such a bad headache. Has her roses probably. Or sitting all day
typing. Eyefocus bad for stomach nerves. What perfume does your wife
use. Now could you make out a thing like that?

TO KEEP IT UP.

MarthaMary. I saw that picture somewhere I forget now old master or
faked for money. He is sitting in their housetalking. Mysterious. Also
the two sluts in the Coombe would listen.

TO KEEP IT UP.

Nice kind of evening feeling. No more wandering about. Just loll there:
quiet dusk: let everything rip. Forget. Tell about places you have been
strange customs. The other onejar on her headwas getting the supper:
fruitoliveslovely cool water out of a wellstonecold like the hole in
the wall at Ashtown. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to the
trottingmatches. She listens with big dark soft eyes. Tell her: more and
more: all. Then a sigh: silence. Long long long rest.

Going under the railway arch he took out the envelopetore it swiftly
in shreds and scattered them towards the road. The shreds fluttered away
sank in the dank air: a white flutterthen all sank.

Henry Flower. You could tear up a cheque for a hundred pounds in
the same way. Simple bit of paper. Lord Iveagh once cashed a sevenfigure
cheque for a million in the bank of Ireland. Shows you the money to be
made out of porter. Still the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change
his shirt four times a daythey say. Skin breeds lice or vermin. A
million poundswait a moment. Twopence a pintfourpence a quart
eightpence a gallon of porternoone and fourpence a gallon of porter.
One and four into twenty: fifteen about. Yesexactly. Fifteen millions of
barrels of porter.

What am I saying barrels? Gallons. About a million barrels all the same.

An incoming train clanked heavily above his headcoach after coach.
Barrels bumped in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside. The
bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked outflowing together
winding through mudflats all over the level landa lazy pooling swirl of
liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth.

He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Stepping into the
porch he doffed his hattook the card from his pocket and tucked it again
behind the leather headband. Damn it. I might have tried to work M'Coy
for a pass to Mullingar.

Same notice on the door. Sermon by the very reverend John Conmee

S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African Mission. Prayers for the
conversion of Gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious.
The protestants are the same. Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the
true religion. Save China's millions. Wonder how they explain it to the
heathen Chinee. Prefer an ounce of opium. Celestials. Rank heresy for
them. Buddha their god lying on his side in the museum. Taking it easy
with hand under his cheek. Josssticks burning. Not like Ecce Homo. Crown
of thorns and cross. Clever idea Saint Patrick the shamrock. Chopsticks?
Conmee: Martin Cunningham knows him: distinguishedlooking. Sorry I
didn't work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of that Father
Farley who looked a fool but wasn't. They're taught that. He's not going
out in bluey specs with the sweat rolling off him to baptise blacksis
he? The glasses would take their fancyflashing. Like to see them sitting
round in a ring with blub lipsentrancedlistening. Still life. Lap it

up like milkI suppose.

The cold smell of sacred stone called him. He trod the worn steps
pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the rere.

Something going on: some sodality. Pity so empty. Nice discreet place
to be next some girl. Who is my neighbour? Jammed by the hour to slow
music. That woman at midnight mass. Seventh heaven. Women knelt in the
benches with crimson halters round their necksheads bowed. A batch knelt
at the altarrails. The priest went along by themmurmuringholding the
thing in his hands. He stopped at eachtook out a communionshook a
drop or two (are they in water?) off it and put it neatly into her mouth.
Her hat and head sank. Then the next one. Her hat sank at once. Then the
next one: a small old woman. The priest bent down to put it into her
mouthmurmuring all the time. Latin. The next one. Shut your eyes and
open your mouth. What? CORPUS: body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin.
Stupefies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it:
only swallow it down. Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse. Why the cannibals
cotton to it.

He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisleone by
oneand seek their places. He approached a bench and seated himself in
its cornernursing his hat and newspaper. These pots we have to wear. We
ought to have hats modelled on our heads. They were about him here and
therewith heads still bowed in their crimson halterswaiting for it to
melt in their stomachs. Something like those mazzoth: it's that sort of
bread: unleavened shewbread. Look at them. Now I bet it makes them feel
happy. Lollipop. It does. Yesbread of angels it's called. There's a big
idea behind itkind of kingdom of God is within you feel. First
communicants. Hokypoky penny a lump. Then feel all like one family party
same in the theatreall in the same swim. They do. I'm sure of that. Not
so lonely. In our confraternity. Then come out a bit spreeish. Let off
steam. Thing is if you really believe in it. Lourdes curewaters of
oblivionand the Knock apparitionstatues bleeding. Old fellow asleep
near that confessionbox. Hence those snores. Blind faith. Safe in the arms
of kingdom come. Lulls all pain. Wake this time next year.

He saw the priest stow the communion cup awaywell inand kneel
an instant before itshowing a large grey bootsole from under the lace
affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn't know what to
do to. Bald spot behind. Letters on his back: I.N.R.I? No: I.H.S.
Molly told me one time I asked her. I have sinned: or no: I have suffered
it is. And the other one? Iron nails ran in.

Meet one Sunday after the rosary. Do not deny my request. Turn up
with a veil and black bag. Dusk and the light behind her. She might be
here with a ribbon round her neck and do the other thing all the same on
the sly. Their character. That fellow that turned queen's evidence on the
invincibles he used to receive theCarey was his namethe communion
every morning. This very church. Peter Careyyes. NoPeter Claver I am
thinking of. Denis Carey. And just imagine that. Wife and six children
at home. And plotting that murder all the time. Those crawthumpers
now that's a good name for themthere's always something shiftylooking
about them. They're not straight men of business either. Onoshe's
not here: the flower: nono. By the waydid I tear up that envelope?
Yes: under the bridge.

The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then he tossed off the dregs
smartly. Wine. Makes it more aristocratic than for example if he drank
what they are used to Guinness's porter or some temperance beverage
Wheatley's Dublin hop bitters or Cantrell and Cochrane's ginger ale
(aromatic). Doesn't give them any of it: shew wine: only the other. Cold
comfort. Pious fraud but quite right: otherwise they'd have one old booser


worse than another coming alongcadging for a drink. Queer the whole
atmosphere of the. Quite right. Perfectly right that is.


Mr Bloom looked back towards the choir. Not going to be any music.
Pity. Who has the organ here I wonder? Old Glynn he knew how to make
that instrument talkthe VIBRATO: fifty pounds a year they say he had in
Gardiner street. Molly was in fine voice that daythe STABAT MATER of
Rossini. Father Bernard Vaughan's sermon first. Christ or Pilate? Christ
but don't keep us all night over it. Music they wanted. Footdrill stopped.
Could hear a pin drop. I told her to pitch her voice against that corner.
I could feel the thrill in the airthe fullthe people looking up:


QUIS EST HOMO.


Some of that old sacred music splendid. Mercadante: seven last
words. Mozart's twelfth mass: GLORIA in that. Those old popes keen on
musicon art and statues and pictures of all kinds. Palestrina for
example too. They had a gay old time while it lasted. Healthy too
chantingregular hoursthen brew liqueurs. Benedictine. Green
Chartreuse. Stillhaving eunuchs in their choir that was coming it a bit
thick. What kind of voice is it? Must be curious to hear after their own
strong basses. Connoisseurs. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after.
Kind of a placid. No worry. Fall into fleshdon't they? Gluttonstall
long legs. Who knows? Eunuch. One way out of it.


He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about
and bless all the people. All crossed themselves and stood up. Mr Bloom
glanced about him and then stood uplooking over the risen hats. Stand up
at the gospel of course. Then all settled down on their knees again and he
sat back quietly in his bench. The priest came down from the altar
holding the thing out from himand he and the massboy answered each other
in Latin. Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a card:


--O Godour refuge and our strength ...


Mr Bloom put his face forward to catch the words. English. Throw
them the bone. I remember slightly. How long since your last mass?
Glorious and immaculate virgin. Josephher spouse. Peter and Paul. More
interesting if you understood what it was all about. Wonderful
organisation certainlygoes like clockwork. Confession. Everyone wants
to. Then I will tell you all. Penance. Punish meplease. Great weapon in
their hands. More than doctor or solicitor. Woman dying to. And I
schschschschschsch. And did you chachachachacha? And why did you? Look
down at her ring to find an excuse. Whispering gallery walls have ears.
Husband learn to his surprise. God's little joke. Then out she comes.
Repentance skindeep. Lovely shame. Pray at an altar. Hail Mary and
Holy Mary. Flowersincensecandles melting. Hide her blushes.
Salvation army blatant imitation. Reformed prostitute will address
the meeting. How I found the Lord. Squareheaded chaps those must be
in Rome: they work the whole show. And don't they rake in the money too?
Bequests also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion.
Masses for the repose of my soul to be said publicly with open doors.
Monasteries and convents. The priest in that Fermanagh will case in
the witnessbox. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything.
Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The doctors of the
church: they mapped out the whole theology of it.


The priest prayed:


--Blessed Michaelarchangeldefend us in the hour of conflict. Be our
safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil (may God restrain
himwe humbly pray!): and do thouO prince of the heavenly hostby the
power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those other wicked
spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls.



The priest and the massboy stood up and walked off. All over. The
women remained behind: thanksgiving.

Better be shoving along. Brother Buzz. Come around with the plate
perhaps. Pay your Easter duty.

He stood up. Hello. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all
the time? Women enjoy it. Never tell you. But we. Excusemissthere's a
(whh!) just a (whh!) fluff. Or their skirt behindplacket unhooked.
Glimpses of the moon. Annoyed if you don't. Why didn't you tell me
before. Still like you better untidy. Good job it wasn't farther south. He
passeddiscreetly buttoningdown the aisle and out through the main door
into the light. He stood a moment unseeing by the cold black marble bowl
while before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in the
low tide of holy water. Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in
her weeds. Notice because I'm in mourning myself. He covered himself. How
goes the time? Quarter past. Time enough yet. Better get that lotion made
up. Where is this? Ah yesthe last time. Sweny's in Lincoln place.
Chemists rarely move. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir.
Hamilton Long'sfounded in the year of the flood. Huguenot churchyard
near there. Visit some day.

He walked southward along Westland row. But the recipe is in the
other trousers. Oand I forgot that latchkey too. Bore this funeral
affair. O wellpoor fellowit's not his fault. When was it I got it made
up last? Wait. I changed a sovereign I remember. First of the month it
must have been or the second. Ohe can look it up in the prescriptions
book.

The chemist turned back page after page. Sandy shrivelled smell he
seems to have. Shrunken skull. And old. Quest for the philosopher's stone.
The alchemists. Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then.
Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.
Living all the day among herbsointmentsdisinfectants. All his
alabaster lilypots. Mortar and pestle. Aq. Dist. Fol. Laur. Te Virid.
Smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell. Doctor Whack. He ought
to physic himself a bit. Electuary or emulsion. The first fellow that
picked an herb to cure himself had a bit of pluck. Simples. Want to be
careful. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Test: turns blue litmus
paper red. Chloroform. Overdose of laudanum. Sleeping draughts.
Lovephiltres. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough. Clogs the pores or the
phlegm. Poisons the only cures. Remedy where you least expect it. Clever
of nature.

--About a fortnight agosir?

--YesMr Bloom said.

He waited by the counterinhaling slowly the keen reek of drugsthe
dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. Lot of time taken up telling your
aches and pains.

--Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoinMr Bloom saidand then
orangeflower water ...

It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax.

--And white wax alsohe said.

Brings out the darkness of her eyes. Looking at methe sheet up to
her eyesSpanishsmelling herselfwhen I was fixing the links in my
cuffs. Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the
teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk.


Skinfood. One of the old queen's sonsduke of Albany was it? had only one
skin. Leopoldyes. Three we have. Wartsbunions and pimples to make it
worse. But you want a perfume too. What perfume does your? PEAU D'ESPAGNE.
That orangeflower water is so fresh. Nice smell these soaps have. Pure
curd soap. Time to get a bath round the corner. Hammam. Turkish. Massage.
Dirt gets rolled up in your navel. Nicer if a nice girl did it. Also I
think I. Yes I. Do it in the bath. Curious longing I. Water to water.
Combine business with pleasure. Pity no time for massage. Feel fresh then
all the day. Funeral be rather glum.

--Yessirthe chemist said. That was two and nine. Have you brought a
bottle?

--NoMr Bloom said. Make it upplease. I'll call later in the day and
I'll take one of these soaps. How much are they?

--Fourpencesir.

Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.

--I'll take this onehe said. That makes three and a penny.

--Yessirthe chemist said. You can pay all togethersirwhen you
come back.

--GoodMr Bloom said.

He strolled out of the shopthe newspaper baton under his armpit
the coolwrappered soap in his left hand.

At his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said:

--HelloBloom. What's the best news? Is that today's? Show us a minute.

Shaved off his moustache againby Jove! Long cold upper lip. To
look younger. He does look balmy. Younger than I am.

Bantam Lyons's yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton. Wants
a wash too. Take off the rough dirt. Good morninghave you used Pears'
soap? Dandruff on his shoulders. Scalp wants oiling.

--I want to see about that French horse that's running todayBantam
Lyons said. Where the bugger is it?

He rustled the pleated pagesjerking his chin on his high collar.
Barber's itch. Tight collar he'll lose his hair. Better leave him the
paper and get shut of him.

--You can keep itMr Bloom said.

--Ascot. Gold cup. WaitBantam Lyons muttered. Half a mo. Maximum
the second.

--I was just going to throw it awayMr Bloom said.

Bantam Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly.

--What's that? his sharp voice said.

--I say you can keep itMr Bloom answered. I was going to throw it away
that moment.

Bantam Lyons doubted an instantleering: then thrust the outspread
sheets back on Mr Bloom's arms.


--I'll risk ithe said. Herethanks.

He sped off towards Conway's corner. God speed scut.

Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the
soap in itsmiling. Silly lips of that chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of
it lately. Messenger boys stealing to put on sixpence. Raffle for large
tender turkey. Your Christmas dinner for threepence. Jack Fleming
embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America. Keeps a hotel now. They
never come back. Fleshpots of Egypt.


He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you
of a mosqueredbaked bricksthe minarets. College sports today I see. He
eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled
up like a cod in a pot. Damn bad ad. Now if they had made it round like a
wheel. Then the spokes: sportssportssports: and the hub big: college.
Something to catch the eye.


There's Hornblower standing at the porter's lodge. Keep him on
hands: might take a turn in there on the nod. How do you doMr
Hornblower? How do you dosir?


Heavenly weather really. If life was always like that. Cricket weather.
Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can't play it here.
Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare
street club with a slog to square leg. Donnybrook fair more in their line.
And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the floor.
Heatwave. Won't last. Always passingthe stream of lifewhich in the
stream of life we trace is dearer than them all.


Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of watercool enamelthe gentle
tepid stream. This is my body.


He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at fullnakedin a womb of
warmthoiled by scented melting soapsoftly laved. He saw his trunk and
limbs riprippled over and sustainedbuoyed lightly upwardlemonyellow:
his navelbud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush
floatingfloating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands
a languid floating flower.


* * * * * * *

Martin Cunninghamfirstpoked his silkhatted head into the creaking
carriage andentering deftlyseated himself. Mr Power stepped in after
himcurving his height with care.

--Come onSimon.

--After youMr Bloom said.

Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got insaying:

Yesyes.

--Are we all here now? Martin Cunningham asked. Come alongBloom.

Mr Bloom entered and sat in the vacant place. He pulled the door to
after him and slammed it twice till it shut tight. He passed an arm
through the armstrap and looked seriously from the open carriagewindow at
the lowered blinds of the avenue. One dragged aside: an old woman peeping.
Nose whiteflattened against the pane. Thanking her stars she was passed


over. Extraordinary the interest they take in a corpse. Glad to see us go
we give them such trouble coming. Job seems to suit them. Huggermugger in
corners. Slop about in slipperslappers for fear he'd wake. Then getting it
ready. Laying it out. Molly and Mrs Fleming making the bed. Pull it more
to your side. Our windingsheet. Never know who will touch you dead.
Wash and shampoo. I believe they clip the nails and the hair. Keep a bit
in an envelope. Grows all the same after. Unclean job.

All waited. Nothing was said. Stowing in the wreaths probably. I am
sitting on something hard. Ahthat soap: in my hip pocket. Better shift
it out of that. Wait for an opportunity.

All waited. Then wheels were heard from in frontturning: then
nearer: then horses' hoofs. A jolt. Their carriage began to movecreaking
and swaying. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. The blinds
of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knockerdoor ajar.
At walking pace.

They waited stilltheir knees joggingtill they had turned and were
passing along the tramtracks. Tritonville road. Quicker. The wheels
rattled rolling over the cobbled causeway and the crazy glasses shook
rattling in the doorframes.

--What way is he taking us? Mr Power asked through both windows.

--IrishtownMartin Cunningham said. Ringsend. Brunswick street.

Mr Dedalus noddedlooking out.

--That's a fine old customhe said. I am glad to see it has not died out.

All watched awhile through their windows caps and hats lifted by
passers. Respect. The carriage swerved from the tramtrack to the smoother
road past Watery lane. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young manclad in
mourninga wide hat.

--There's a friend of yours gone byDedalushe said.

--Who is that?

--Your son and heir.

--Where is he? Mr Dedalus saidstretching over across.

The carriagepassing the open drains and mounds of rippedup
roadway before the tenement houseslurched round the corner and
swerving back to the tramtrackrolled on noisily with chattering wheels.
Mr Dedalus fell backsaying:

--Was that Mulligan cad with him? His FIDUS ACHATES!

--NoMr Bloom said. He was alone.

--Down with his aunt SallyI supposeMr Dedalus saidthe Goulding
factionthe drunken little costdrawer and Crissiepapa's little lump of
dungthe wise child that knows her own father.

Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. Wallace Bros: the
bottleworks: Dodder bridge.

Richie Goulding and the legal bag. GouldingCollis and Ward he
calls the firm. His jokes are getting a bit damp. Great card he was.
Waltzing in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a Sunday morningthe
landlady's two hats pinned on his head. Out on the rampage all night.


Beginning to tell on him now: that backache of hisI fear. Wife ironing
his back. Thinks he'll cure it with pills. All breadcrumbs they are.
About six hundred per cent profit.

--He's in with a lowdown crowdMr Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan is a
contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by all accounts. His name stinks
all over Dublin. But with the help of God and His blessed mother I'll make
it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother or his
aunt or whatever she is that will open her eye as wide as a gate. I'll
tickle his catastrophebelieve you me.

He cried above the clatter of the wheels:

--I won't have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son. A counterjumper's
son. Selling tapes in my cousinPeter Paul M'Swiney's. Not likely.

He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power's
mild face and Martin Cunningham's eyes and beardgravely shaking.
Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to
hand on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the
house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. My son. Me in his eyes.
Strange feeling it would be. From me. Just a chance. Must have been that
morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs
at it by the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up.
She had that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched. Give us a
touchPoldy. GodI'm dying for it. How life begins.

Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside
her. I could have helped him on in life. I could. Make him independent.
Learn German too.

--Are we late? Mr Power asked.

--Ten minutesMartin Cunningham saidlooking at his watch.

Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O jumping
Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Stillshe's a dear girl. Soon
be a woman. Mullingar. Dearest Papli. Young student. Yesyes: a woman
too. Lifelife.

The carriage heeled over and backtheir four trunks swaying.

--Corny might have given us a more commodious yokeMr Power said.

--He mightMr Dedalus saidif he hadn't that squint troubling him. Do
you follow me?

He closed his left eye. Martin Cunningham began to brush away
crustcrumbs from under his thighs.

--What is thishe saidin the name of God? Crumbs?

--Someone seems to have been making a picnic party here latelyMr Power
said.

All raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed
buttonless leather of the seats. Mr Dedalustwisting his nosefrowned
downward and said:

--Unless I'm greatly mistaken. What do you thinkMartin?

--It struck me tooMartin Cunningham said.

Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Glad I took that bath. Feel my feet


quite clean. But I wish Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better.

Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly.

--After allhe saidit's the most natural thing in the world.

--Did Tom Kernan turn up? Martin Cunningham askedtwirling the peak
of his beard gently.

--YesMr Bloom answered. He's behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.

--And Corny Kelleher himself? Mr Power asked.

--At the cemeteryMartin Cunningham said.

--I met M'Coy this morningMr Bloom said. He said he'd try to come.

The carriage halted short.

--What's wrong?

--We're stopped.

--Where are we?

Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.

--The grand canalhe said.

Gasworks. Whooping cough they say it cures. Good job Milly never
got it. Poor children! Doubles them up black and blue in convulsions.
Shame really. Got off lightly with illnesses compared. Only measles.
Flaxseed tea. Scarlatinainfluenza epidemics. Canvassing for death. Don't
miss this chance. Dogs' home over there. Poor old Athos! Be good to Athos
Leopoldis my last wish. Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave. A
dying scrawl. He took it to heartpined away. Quiet brute. Old men's dogs
usually are.

A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of
shower spray dots over the grey flags. Apart. Curious. Like through a
colander. I thought it would. My boots were creaking I remember now.

--The weather is changinghe said quietly.

--A pity it did not keep up fineMartin Cunningham said.

--Wanted for the countryMr Power said. There's the sun again coming out.

Mr Dedaluspeering through his glasses towards the veiled sun
hurled a mute curse at the sky.

--It's as uncertain as a child's bottomhe said.

--We're off again.

The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed
gently. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.

--Tom Kernan was immense last nighthe said. And Paddy Leonard taking
him off to his face.

--Odraw him outMartinMr Power said eagerly. Wait till you hear him
Simonon Ben Dollard's singing of THE CROPPY BOY.


--ImmenseMartin Cunningham said pompously. HIS SINGING OF THAT SIMPLE
BALLADMARTINIS THE MOST TRENCHANT RENDERING I EVER HEARD IN THE WHOLE
COURSE OF MY EXPERIENCE.

--TrenchantMr Power said laughing. He's dead nuts on that. And the
retrospective arrangement.

--Did you read Dan Dawson's speech? Martin Cunningham asked.

--I did not thenMr Dedalus said. Where is it?

--In the paper this morning.

Mr Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. That book I must
change for her.

--NonoMr Dedalus said quickly. Later on please.

Mr Bloom's glance travelled down the edge of the paperscanning the
deaths: CallanColemanDignamFawcettLowryNaumannPeakewhat
Peake is that? is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne's? noSexton
Urbright. Inked characters fast fading on the frayed breaking paper.
Thanks to the Little Flower. Sadly missed. To the inexpressible grief of
his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month's mind: Quinlan.
On whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy.

IT IS NOW A MONTH SINCE DEAR HENRY FLED
TO HIS HOME UP ABOVE IN THE SKY
WHILE HIS FAMILY WEEPS AND MOURNS HIS LOSS
HOPING SOME DAY TO MEET HIM ON HIGH.


I tore up the envelope? Yes. Where did I put her letter after I read it in
the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry fled.
Before my patience are exhausted.


National school. Meade's yard. The hazard. Only two there now.
Nodding. Full as a tick. Too much bone in their skulls. The other trotting
round with a fare. An hour ago I was passing there. The jarvies raised
their hats.


A pointsman's back straightened itself upright suddenly against a
tramway standard by Mr Bloom's window. Couldn't they invent something
automatic so that the wheel itself much handier? Well but that fellow
would lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job
making the new invention?


Antient concert rooms. Nothing on there. A man in a buff suit with a
crape armlet. Not much grief there. Quarter mourning. People in law
perhaps.


They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark'sunder the railway
bridgepast the Queen's theatre: in silence. Hoardings: Eugene Stratton
Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Could I go to see LEAH tonightI wonder. I said I.
Or the LILY OF KILLARNEY? Elster Grimes Opera Company. Big powerful
change. Wet bright bills for next week. FUN ON THE BRISTOL. Martin
Cunningham could work a pass for the Gaiety. Have to stand a drink or
two. As broad as it's long.


He's coming in the afternoon. Her songs.


Plasto's. Sir Philip Crampton's memorial fountain bust. Who was he?



--How do you do? Martin Cunningham saidraising his palm to his brow
in salute.

--He doesn't see usMr Power said. Yeshe does. How do you do?

--Who? Mr Dedalus asked.

--Blazes BoylanMr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.

Just that moment I was thinking.

Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. From the door of the Red Bank the
white disc of a straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed.

Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left handthen those of his right
hand. The nailsyes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees?
Fascination. Worst man in Dublin. That keeps him alive. They sometimes
feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that. My nails. I am just
looking at them: well pared. And after: thinking alone. Body getting a bit
softy. I would notice that: from remembering. What causes that? I suppose
the skin can't contract quickly enough when the flesh falls off. But the
shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of
the dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks behind.

He clasped his hands between his knees andsatisfiedsent his vacant
glance over their faces.

Mr Power asked:

--How is the concert tour getting onBloom?

--Overy wellMr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It's a good
ideayou see ...

--Are you going yourself?

--Well noMr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the
county Clare on some private business. You see the idea is to tour the
chief towns. What you lose on one you can make up on the other.

--Quite soMartin Cunningham said. Mary Anderson is up there now.

Have you good artists?

--Louis Werner is touring herMr Bloom said. O yeswe'll have all
topnobbers. J. C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The bestin
fact.

--And MADAMEMr Power said smiling. Last but not least.

Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and
clasped them. Smith O'Brien. Someone has laid a bunch of flowers there.
Woman. Must be his deathday. For many happy returns. The carriage
wheeling by Farrell's statue united noiselessly their unresisting knees.

Oot: a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wareshis
mouth opening: oot.

--Four bootlaces for a penny.

Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume
street. Same house as Molly's namesakeTweedycrown solicitor for
Waterford. Has that silk hat ever since. Relics of old decency. Mourning
too. Terrible comedownpoor wretch! Kicked about like snuff at a wake.


O'Callaghan on his last legs.


And MADAME. Twenty past eleven. Up. Mrs Fleming is in to clean.
Doing her hairhumming. VOGLIO E NON VORREI. No. VORREI E NON. Looking
at the tips of her hairs to see if they are split. MI TREMA UN POCO IL.
Beautiful on that TRE her voice is: weeping tone. A thrush. A throstle.
There is a word throstle that expresses that.


His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power's goodlooking face. Greyish
over the ears. MADAME: smiling. I smiled back. A smile goes a long way.
Only politeness perhaps. Nice fellow. Who knows is that true about the
woman he keeps? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they saywho was it told
methere is no carnal. You would imagine that would get played out pretty
quick. Yesit was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of
rumpsteak. What is this she was? Barmaid in Jury's. Or the Moirawas it?


They passed under the hugecloaked Liberator's form.


Martin Cunningham nudged Mr Power.


--Of the tribe of Reubenhe said.


A tall blackbearded figurebent on a stickstumping round the corner
of Elvery's Elephant houseshowed them a curved hand open on his spine.


--In all his pristine beautyMr Power said.


Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly:


--The devil break the hasp of your back!


Mr Powercollapsing in laughtershaded his face from the window as
the carriage passed Gray's statue.


--We have all been thereMartin Cunningham said broadly.


His eyes met Mr Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beardadding:


--Wellnearly all of us.


Mr Bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his companions' faces.


--That's an awfully good one that's going the rounds about Reuben J and
the son.


--About the boatman? Mr Power asked.


--Yes. Isn't it awfully good?


--What is that? Mr Dedalus asked. I didn't hear it.


--There was a girl in the caseMr Bloom beganand he determined to send
him to the Isle of Man out of harm's way but when they were both ...


--What? Mr Dedalus asked. That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it?


--YesMr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he tried
to drown ...


--Drown Barabbas! Mr Dedalus cried. I wish to Christ he did!


Mr Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.


--NoMr Bloom saidthe son himself ...



Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely:

--Reuben and the son were piking it down the quay next the river on their
way to the Isle of Man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and
over the wall with him into the Liffey.

--For God's sake! Mr Dedalus exclaimed in fright. Is he dead?

--Dead! Martin Cunningham cried. Not he! A boatman got a pole and
fished him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the
father on the quay more dead than alive. Half the town was there.

--YesMr Bloom said. But the funny part is ...

--And Reuben JMartin Cunningham saidgave the boatman a florin for
saving his son's life.
A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power's hand.


--Ohe didMartin Cunningham affirmed. Like a hero. A silver florin.
--Isn't it awfully good? Mr Bloom said eagerly.


--One and eightpence too muchMr Dedalus said drily.
Mr Power's choked laugh burst quietly in the carriage.


Nelson's pillar.
--Eight plums a penny! Eight for a penny!


--We had better look a little seriousMartin Cunningham said.
Mr Dedalus sighed.


--Ah then indeedhe saidpoor little Paddy wouldn't grudge us a laugh.
Many a good one he told himself.

--The Lord forgive me! Mr Power saidwiping his wet eyes with his
fingers. Poor Paddy! I little thought a week ago when I saw him last and
he was in his usual health that I'd be driving after him like this. He's
gone from us.

--As decent a little man as ever wore a hatMr Dedalus said. He went
very suddenly.

--BreakdownMartin Cunningham said. Heart.

He tapped his chest sadly.

Blazing face: redhot. Too much John Barleycorn. Cure for a red
nose. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent
colouring it.

Mr Power gazed at the passing houses with rueful apprehension.

--He had a sudden deathpoor fellowhe said.
--The best deathMr Bloom said.


Their wide open eyes looked at him.
--No sufferinghe said. A moment and all is over. Like dying in sleep.



No-one spoke.

Dead side of the street this. Dull business by dayland agents
temperance hotelFalconer's railway guidecivil service collegeGill's
catholic clubthe industrious blind. Why? Some reason. Sun or wind. At
night too. Chummies and slaveys. Under the patronage of the late Father
Mathew. Foundation stone for Parnell. Breakdown. Heart.

White horses with white frontlet plumes came round the Rotunda
cornergalloping. A tiny coffin flashed by. In a hurry to bury. A
mourning coach. Unmarried. Black for the married. Piebald for bachelors.
Dun for a nun.

--SadMartin Cunningham said. A child.

A dwarf's facemauve and wrinkled like little Rudy's was. Dwarf's
bodyweak as puttyin a whitelined deal box. Burial friendly society
pays. Penny a week for a sod of turf. Our. Little. Beggar. Baby.
Meant nothing. Mistake of nature. If it's healthy it's from the mother.
If not from the man. Better luck next time.

--Poor little thingMr Dedalus said. It's well out of it.

The carriage climbed more slowly the hill of Rutland square. Rattle
his bones. Over the stones. Only a pauper. Nobody owns.

--In the midst of lifeMartin Cunningham said.

--But the worst of allMr Power saidis the man who takes his own life.

Martin Cunningham drew out his watch brisklycoughed and put it back.

--The greatest disgrace to have in the familyMr Power added.

--Temporary insanityof courseMartin Cunningham said decisively. We
must take a charitable view of it.

--They say a man who does it is a cowardMr Dedalus said.

--It is not for us to judgeMartin Cunningham said.

Mr Bloomabout to speakclosed his lips again. Martin Cunningham's
large eyes. Looking away now. Sympathetic human man he is. Intelligent.
Like Shakespeare's face. Always a good word to say. They have no
mercy on that here or infanticide. Refuse christian burial. They
used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it
wasn't broken already. Yet sometimes they repent too late. Found in the
riverbed clutching rushes. He looked at me. And that awful drunkard of a
wife of his. Setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the
furniture on him every Saturday almost. Leading him the life of the
damned. Wear the heart out of a stonethat. Monday morning. Start afresh.
Shoulder to the wheel. Lordshe must have looked a sight that night
Dedalus told me he was in there. Drunk about the place and capering with
Martin's umbrella.

AND THEY CALL ME THE JEWEL OF ASIA

OF ASIA

THE GEISHA.

He looked away from me. He knows. Rattle his bones.


That afternoon of the inquest. The redlabelled bottle on the table. The
room in the hotel with hunting pictures. Stuffy it was. Sunlight through
the slats of the Venetian blind. The coroner's sunlit earsbig and hairy.
Boots giving evidence. Thought he was asleep first. Then saw like yellow
streaks on his face. Had slipped down to the foot of the bed. Verdict:
overdose. Death by misadventure. The letter. For my son Leopold.


No more pain. Wake no more. Nobody owns.


The carriage rattled swiftly along Blessington street. Over the stones.


--We are going the paceI thinkMartin Cunningham said.


--God grant he doesn't upset us on the roadMr Power said.


--I hope notMartin Cunningham said. That will be a great race tomorrow
in Germany. The Gordon Bennett.


--Yesby JoveMr Dedalus said. That will be worth seeingfaith.


As they turned into Berkeley street a streetorgan near the Basin sent
over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls. Has anybody
here seen Kelly? Kay ee double ell wy. Dead March from SAUL. He's as bad
as old Antonio. He left me on my ownio. Pirouette! The MATER
MISERICORDIAE. Eccles street. My house down there. Big place. Ward for
incurables there. Very encouraging. Our Lady's Hospice for the dying.
Deadhouse handy underneath. Where old Mrs Riordan died. They look
terrible the women. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the
spoon. Then the screen round her bed for her to die. Nice young student
that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. He's gone over to the lying-in
hospital they told me. From one extreme to the other. The carriage
galloped round a corner: stopped.


--What's wrong now?


A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windowslowing
slouching by on padded hoofswhisking their tails slowly on their clotted
bony croups. Outside them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating
their fear.


--EmigrantsMr Power said.


--Huuuh! the drover's voice criedhis switch sounding on their flanks.


Huuuh! out of that!


Thursdayof course. Tomorrow is killing day. Springers. Cuffe sold
them about twentyseven quid each. For Liverpool probably. Roastbeef for
old England. They buy up all the juicy ones. And then the fifth quarter
lost: all that raw stuffhidehairhorns. Comes to a big thing in a
year. Dead meat trade. Byproducts of the slaughterhouses for tanneries
soapmargarine. Wonder if that dodge works now getting dicky meat off the
train at Clonsilla.


The carriage moved on through the drove.


--I can't make out why the corporation doesn't run a tramline from the
parkgate to the quaysMr Bloom said. All those animals could be taken in
trucks down to the boats.


--Instead of blocking up the thoroughfareMartin Cunningham said. Quite
right. They ought to.


--YesMr Bloom saidand another thing I often thoughtis to have



municipal funeral trams like they have in Milanyou know. Run the line
out to the cemetery gates and have special tramshearse and carriage and
all. Don't you see what I mean?


--Othat be damned for a storyMr Dedalus said. Pullman car and saloon
diningroom.


--A poor lookout for CornyMr Power added.


--Why? Mr Bloom askedturning to Mr Dedalus. Wouldn't it be more
decent than galloping two abreast?


--Wellthere's something in thatMr Dedalus granted.


--AndMartin Cunningham saidwe wouldn't have scenes like that when
the hearse capsized round Dunphy's and upset the coffin on to the road.


--That was terribleMr Power's shocked face saidand the corpse fell
about the road. Terrible!


--First round Dunphy'sMr Dedalus saidnodding. Gordon Bennett cup.


--Praises be to God! Martin Cunningham said piously.


Bom! Upset. A coffin bumped out on to the road. Burst open. Paddy
Dignam shot out and rolling over stiff in the dust in a brown habit too
large for him. Red face: grey now. Mouth fallen open. Asking what's up
now. Quite right to close it. Looks horrid open. Then the insides
decompose quickly. Much better to close up all the orifices. Yesalso.
With wax. The sphincter loose. Seal up all.


--Dunphy'sMr Power announced as the carriage turned right.


Dunphy's corner. Mourning coaches drawn updrowning their grief.
A pause by the wayside. Tiptop position for a pub. Expect we'll pull up
here on the way back to drink his health. Pass round the consolation.
Elixir of life.


But suppose now it did happen. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him in
the knocking about? He would and he wouldn'tI suppose. Depends on
where. The circulation stops. Still some might ooze out of an artery. It
would be better to bury them in red: a dark red.


In silence they drove along Phibsborough road. An empty hearse
trotted bycoming from the cemetery: looks relieved.


Crossguns bridge: the royal canal.


Water rushed roaring through the sluices. A man stood on his
dropping bargebetween clamps of turf. On the towpath by the lock a
slacktethered horse. Aboard of the BUGABU.


Their eyes watched him. On the slow weedy waterway he had floated
on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of
reedsover slimemudchoked bottlescarrion dogs. AthloneMullingar
MoyvalleyI could make a walking tour to see Milly by the canal. Or cycle
down. Hire some old crocksafety. Wren had one the other day at the
auction but a lady's. Developing waterways. James M'Cann's hobby to row
me o'er the ferry. Cheaper transit. By easy stages. Houseboats. Camping
out. Also hearses. To heaven by water. Perhaps I will without writing.
Come as a surpriseLeixlipClonsilla. Dropping down lock by lock to
Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his brown straw
hatsaluting Paddy Dignam.



They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house. Near it now.

--I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting onMr Power said.

--Better ask Tom KernanMr Dedalus said.

--How is that? Martin Cunningham said. Left him weepingI suppose?

--Though lost to sightMr Dedalus saidto memory dear.

The carriage steered left for Finglas road.

The stonecutter's yard on the right. Last lap. Crowded on the spit of
land silent shapes appearedwhitesorrowfulholding out calm hands
knelt in griefpointing. Fragments of shapeshewn. In white silence:
appealing. The best obtainable. Thos. H. Dennanymonumental builder and
sculptor.

Passed.

On the curbstone before Jimmy Gearythe sexton'san old tramp sat
grumblingemptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown
yawning boot. After life's journey.

Gloomy gardens then went by: one by one: gloomy houses.

Mr Power pointed.

--That is where Childs was murderedhe said. The last house.

--So it isMr Dedalus said. A gruesome case. Seymour Bushe got him off.
Murdered his brother. Or so they said.

--The crown had no evidenceMr Power said.

--Only circumstantialMartin Cunningham added. That's the maxim of
the law. Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one innocent
person to be wrongfully condemned.

They looked. Murderer's ground. It passed darkly. Shuttered
tenantlessunweeded garden. Whole place gone to hell. Wrongfully
condemned. Murder. The murderer's image in the eye of the murdered.
They love reading about it. Man's head found in a garden. Her clothing
consisted of. How she met her death. Recent outrage. The weapon used.
Murderer is still at large. Clues. A shoelace. The body to be exhumed.
Murder will out.

Cramped in this carriage. She mightn't like me to come that way
without letting her know. Must be careful about women. Catch them once
with their pants down. Never forgive you after. Fifteen.

The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Dark poplars
rare white forms. Forms more frequentwhite shapes thronged amid the
treeswhite forms and fragments streaming by mutelysustaining vain
gestures on the air.

The felly harshed against the curbstone: stopped. Martin
Cunningham put out his arm andwrenching back the handleshoved the
door open with his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus
followed.

Change that soap now. Mr Bloom's hand unbuttoned his hip pocket
swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief
pocket. He stepped out of the carriagereplacing the newspaper his other


hand still held.


Paltry funeral: coach and three carriages. It's all the same.
Pallbearersgold reinsrequiem massfiring a volley. Pomp of death.
Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit.
Simnel cakes those arestuck together: cakes for the dead. Dogbiscuits.
Who ate them? Mourners coming out.


He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed
Hynes walking after them. Corny Kelleher stood by the opened hearse and
took out the two wreaths. He handed one to the boy.


Where is that child's funeral disappeared to?


A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread
dragging through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which lay a
granite block. The waggoner marching at their head saluted.


Coffin now. Got here before usdead as he is. Horse looking round at it
with his plume skeowways. Dull eye: collar tight on his neckpressing on
a bloodvessel or something. Do they know what they cart out here every
day? Must be twenty or thirty funerals every day. Then Mount Jerome for
the protestants. Funerals all over the world everywhere every minute.
Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands every hour.
Too many in the world.


Mourners came out through the gates: woman and a girl. Leanjawed
harpyhard woman at a bargainher bonnet awry. Girl's face stained with
dirt and tearsholding the woman's armlooking up at her for a sign to
cry. Fish's facebloodless and livid.


The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates. So
much dead weight. Felt heavier myself stepping out of that bath. First the
stiff: then the friends of the stiff. Corny Kelleher and the boy followed
with their wreaths. Who is that beside them? Ahthe brother-in-law.


All walked after.


Martin Cunningham whispered:


--I was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom.


--What? Mr Power whispered. How so?


--His father poisoned himselfMartin Cunningham whispered. Had the
Queen's hotel in Ennis. You heard him say he was going to Clare.
Anniversary.


--O God! Mr Power whispered. First I heard of it. Poisoned himself?


He glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes
followed towards the cardinal's mausoleum. Speaking.


--Was he insured? Mr Bloom asked.


--I believe soMr Kernan answered. But the policy was heavily mortgaged.
Martin is trying to get the youngster into Artane.


--How many children did he leave?


--Five. Ned Lambert says he'll try to get one of the girls into Todd's.


--A sad caseMr Bloom said gently. Five young children.



--A great blow to the poor wifeMr Kernan added.

--Indeed yesMr Bloom agreed.

Has the laugh at him now.

He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had
outlived him. Lost her husband. More dead for her than for me. One must
outlive the other. Wise men say. There are more women than men in the
world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you'll soon follow
him. For Hindu widows only. She would marry another. Him? No. Yet who
knows after. Widowhood not the thing since the old queen died. Drawn on
a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial mourning. But in
the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of hearts.
All for a shadow. Consort not even a king. Her son was the substance.
Something new to hope for not like the past she wanted backwaiting. It
never comes. One must go first: aloneunder the ground: and lie no more
in her warm bed.

--How are youSimon? Ned Lambert said softlyclasping hands. Haven't
seen you for a month of Sundays.

--Never better. How are all in Cork's own town?

--I was down there for the Cork park races on Easter MondayNed
Lambert said. Same old six and eightpence. Stopped with Dick Tivy.

--And how is Dickthe solid man?

--Nothing between himself and heavenNed Lambert answered.

--By the holy Paul! Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Dick Tivy bald?

--Martin is going to get up a whip for the youngstersNed Lambert said
pointing ahead. A few bob a skull. Just to keep them going till the
insurance is cleared up.

--YesyesMr Dedalus said dubiously. Is that the eldest boy in front?

--YesNed Lambert saidwith the wife's brother. John Henry Menton is
behind. He put down his name for a quid.

--I'll engage he didMr Dedalus said. I often told poor Paddy he ought
to mind that job. John Henry is not the worst in the world.

--How did he lose it? Ned Lambert asked. Liquorwhat?

--Many a good man's faultMr Dedalus said with a sigh.

They halted about the door of the mortuary chapel. Mr Bloom stood
behind the boy with the wreath looking down at his sleekcombed hair and
at the slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar. Poor boy! Was he
there when the father? Both unconscious. Lighten up at the last moment
and recognise for the last time. All he might have done. I owe three
shillings to O'Grady. Would he understand? The mutes bore the coffin into
the chapel. Which end is his head?

After a moment he followed the others inblinking in the screened
light. The coffin lay on its bier before the chancelfour tall yellow
candles at its corners. Always in front of us. Corny Kelleherlaying a
wreath at each fore cornerbeckoned to the boy to kneel. The mourners
knelt here and there in prayingdesks. Mr Bloom stood behind near the font
andwhen all had kneltdropped carefully his unfolded newspaper from his
pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. He fitted his black hat gently on


his left knee andholding its brimbent over piously.

A server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through
a door. The whitesmocked priest came after himtidying his stole with one
handbalancing with the other a little book against his toad's belly.
Who'll read the book? Isaid the rook.

They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book
with a fluent croak.

Father Coffey. I knew his name was like a coffin. DOMINE-NAMINE.
Bully about the muzzle he looks. Bosses the show. Muscular christian. Woe
betide anyone that looks crooked at him: priest. Thou art Peter. Burst
sideways like a sheep in clover Dedalus says he will. With a belly on him
like a poisoned pup. Most amusing expressions that man finds. Hhhn: burst
sideways.

--NON INTRES IN JUDICIUM CUM SERVO TUODOMINE.

Makes them feel more important to be prayed over in Latin. Requiem
mass. Crape weepers. Blackedged notepaper. Your name on the altarlist.
Chilly place this. Want to feed wellsitting in there all the morning in
the gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please. Eyes of a toad
too. What swells him up that way? Molly gets swelled after cabbage. Air of
the place maybe. Looks full up of bad gas. Must be an infernal lot of bad
gas round the place. Butchersfor instance: they get like raw beefsteaks.
Who was telling me? Mervyn Browne. Down in the vaults of saint Werburgh's
lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to bore a hole in the coffins
sometimes to let out the bad gas and burn it. Out it rushes: blue. One
whiff of that and you're a goner.

My kneecap is hurting me. Ow. That's better.

The priest took a stick with a knob at the end of it out of the boy's
bucket and shook it over the coffin. Then he walked to the other end and
shook it again. Then he came back and put it back in the bucket. As you
were before you rested. It's all written down: he has to do it.

--ET NE NOS INDUCAS IN TENTATIONEM.

The server piped the answers in the treble. I often thought it would be
better to have boy servants. Up to fifteen or so. After thatof
course ...

Holy water that wasI expect. Shaking sleep out of it. He must be fed
up with that jobshaking that thing over all the corpses they trot up.
What harm if he could see what he was shaking it over. Every mortal day a
fresh batch: middleaged menold womenchildrenwomen dead in
childbirthmen with beardsbaldheaded businessmenconsumptive girls
with little sparrows' breasts. All the year round he prayed the same thing
over them all and shook water on top of them: sleep. On Dignam now.

--IN PARADISUM.

Said he was going to paradise or is in paradise. Says that over everybody.
Tiresome kind of a job. But he has to say something.

The priest closed his book and went offfollowed by the server.
Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came inhoisted
the coffin againcarried it out and shoved it on their cart. Corny
Kelleher gave one wreath to the boy and one to the brother-in-law. All
followed them out of the sidedoors into the mild grey air. Mr Bloom came
last folding his paper again into his pocket. He gazed gravely at the
ground till the coffincart wheeled off to the left. The metal wheels


ground the gravel with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots
followed the trundled barrow along a lane of sepulchres.

The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. LordI mustn't lilt here.

--The O'Connell circleMr Dedalus said about him.

Mr Power's soft eyes went up to the apex of the lofty cone.

--He's at resthe saidin the middle of his peopleold Dan O'. But his
heart is buried in Rome. How many broken hearts are buried hereSimon!

--Her grave is over thereJackMr Dedalus said. I'll soon be stretched
beside her. Let Him take me whenever He likes.

Breaking downhe began to weep to himself quietlystumbling a little
in his walk. Mr Power took his arm.

--She's better where she ishe said kindly.

--I suppose soMr Dedalus said with a weak gasp. I suppose she is in
heaven if there is a heaven.

Corny Kelleher stepped aside from his rank and allowed the mourners to
plod by.

--Sad occasionsMr Kernan began politely.

Mr Bloom closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head.

--The others are putting on their hatsMr Kernan said. I suppose we can
do so too. We are the last. This cemetery is a treacherous place.

They covered their heads.

--The reverend gentleman read the service too quicklydon't you think?
Mr Kernan said with reproof.

Mr Bloom nodded gravely looking in the quick bloodshot eyes. Secret
eyessecretsearching. MasonI think: not sure. Beside him again. We are
the last. In the same boat. Hope he'll say something else.

Mr Kernan added:

--The service of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome is simplermore
impressive I must say.

Mr Bloom gave prudent assent. The language of course was another thing.

Mr Kernan said with solemnity:

--I AM THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE. That touches a man's inmost heart.

--It doesMr Bloom said.

Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two
with his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections.
Broken heart. A pump after allpumping thousands of gallons of blood
every day. One fine day it gets bunged up: and there you are. Lots of
them lying around here: lungsheartslivers. Old rusty pumps: damn the
thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead.
That last day idea. Knocking them all up out of their graves. Come forth
Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day! Then every
fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his


traps. Find damn all of himself that morning. Pennyweight of powder in
a skull. Twelve grammes one pennyweight. Troy measure.

Corny Kelleher fell into step at their side.

--Everything went off A1he said. What?

He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman's shoulders. With
your tooraloom tooraloom.
--As it should beMr Kernan said.


--What? Eh? Corny Kelleher said.
Mr Kernan assured him.

--Who is that chap behind with Tom Kernan? John Henry Menton asked. I
know his face.

Ned Lambert glanced back.

--Bloomhe saidMadame Marion Tweedy that wasisI meanthe
soprano. She's his wife.

--Oto be sureJohn Henry Menton said. I haven't seen her for some time.
he was a finelooking woman. I danced with herwaitfifteen seventeen
golden years agoat Mat Dillon's in Roundtown. And a good armful she
was.

He looked behind through the others.

--What is he? he asked. What does he do? Wasn't he in the stationery line?
I fell foul of him one eveningI rememberat bowls.
Ned Lambert smiled.


--Yeshe washe saidin Wisdom Hely's. A traveller for blottingpaper.


--In God's nameJohn Henry Menton saidwhat did she marry a coon like
that for? She had plenty of game in her then.

--Has stillNed Lambert said. He does some canvassing for ads.
John Henry Menton's large eyes stared ahead.

The barrow turned into a side lane. A portly manambushed among
the grassesraised his hat in homage. The gravediggers touched their
caps.

--John O'ConnellMr Power said pleased. He never forgets a friend.
Mr O'Connell shook all their hands in silence. Mr Dedalus said:

--I am come to pay you another visit.

--My dear Simonthe caretaker answered in a low voice. I don't want your
custom at all.

Saluting Ned Lambert and John Henry Menton he walked on at Martin
Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his back.

--Did you hear that onehe asked themabout Mulcahy from the Coombe?
--I did notMartin Cunningham said.


They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes inclined his ear. The
caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke in
a discreet tone to their vacant smiles.

--They tell the storyhe saidthat two drunks came out here one foggy
evening to look for the grave of a friend of theirs. They asked for
Mulcahy from the Coombe and were told where he was buried. After traipsing
about in the fog they found the grave sure enough. One of the drunks spelt
out the name: Terence Mulcahy. The other drunk was blinking up at a statue
of Our Saviour the widow had got put up.

The caretaker blinked up at one of the sepulchres they passed. He
resumed:

--Andafter blinking up at the sacred figureNOT A BLOODY BIT LIKE THE
MANsays he. THAT'S NOT MULCAHYsays heWHOEVER DONE IT.

Rewarded by smiles he fell back and spoke with Corny Kelleheraccepting
the dockets given himturning them over and scanning them as he walked.

--That's all done with a purposeMartin Cunningham explained to Hynes.

--I knowHynes said. I know that.

--To cheer a fellow upMartin Cunningham said. It's pure goodheartedness:
damn the thing else.

Mr Bloom admired the caretaker's prosperous bulk. All want to be on
good terms with him. Decent fellowJohn O'Connellreal good sort. Keys:
like Keyes's ad: no fear of anyone getting out. No passout checks. HABEAS
CORPUS. I must see about that ad after the funeral. Did I write
Ballsbridge on the envelope I took to cover when she disturbed me writing
to Martha? Hope it's not chucked in the dead letter office. Be the better
of a shave. Grey sprouting beard. That's the first sign when the hairs
come out grey. And temper getting cross. Silver threads among the grey.
Fancy being his wife. Wonder he had the gumption to propose to any girl.
Come out and live in the graveyard. Dangle that before her. It might
thrill her first. Courting death ... Shades of night hovering here with
all the dead stretched about. The shadows of the tombs when churchyards
yawn and Daniel O'Connell must be a descendant I suppose who is this used
to say he was a queer breedy man great catholic all the same like a big
giant in the dark. Will o' the wisp. Gas of graves. Want to keep her mind
off it to conceive at all. Women especially are so touchy. Tell her a
ghost story in bed to make her sleep. Have you ever seen a ghost? WellI
have. It was a pitchdark night. The clock was on the stroke of twelve.
Still they'd kiss all right if properly keyed up. Whores in Turkish
graveyards. Learn anything if taken young. You might pick up a young
widow here. Men like that. Love among the tombstones. Romeo. Spice of
pleasure. In the midst of death we are in life. Both ends meet.
Tantalising for the poor dead. Smell of grilled beefsteaks to the
starving. Gnawing their vitals. Desire to grig people. Molly wanting to
do it at the window. Eight children he has anyway.

He has seen a fair share go under in his timelying around him field
after field. Holy fields. More room if they buried them standing. Sitting
or kneeling you couldn't. Standing? His head might come up some day above
ground in a landslip with his hand pointing. All honeycombed the ground
must be: oblong cells. And very neat he keeps it too: trim grass and
edgings. His garden Major Gamble calls Mount Jerome. Wellso it is.
Ought to be flowers of sleep. Chinese cemeteries with giant poppies
growing produce the best opium Mastiansky told me. The Botanic Gardens
are just over there. It's the blood sinking in the earth gives new life.
Same idea those jews they said killed the christian boy. Every man


his price. Well preserved fat corpsegentlemanepicureinvaluable
for fruit garden. A bargain. By carcass of William Wilkinsonauditor
and accountantlately deceasedthree pounds thirteen and six.
With thanks.


I daresay the soil would be quite fat with corpsemanurebonesflesh
nails. Charnelhouses. Dreadful. Turning green and pink decomposing. Rot
quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy
kind of a cheesy. Then begin to get blackblack treacle oozing out of
them. Then dried up. Deathmoths. Of course the cells or whatever they are
go on living. Changing about. Live for ever practically. Nothing to feed
on feed on themselves.


But they must breed a devil of a lot of maggots. Soil must be simply
swirling with them. Your head it simply swurls. Those pretty little
seaside gurls. He looks cheerful enough over it. Gives him a sense of
power seeing all the others go under first. Wonder how he looks at life.
Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his heart. The one about the
bulletin. Spurgeon went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning. 11 p.m.
(closing time). Not arrived yet. Peter. The dead themselves the men
anyhow would like to hear an odd joke or the women to know what's in
fashion. A juicy pear or ladies' punchhotstrong and sweet. Keep out
the damp. You must laugh sometimes so better do it that way. Gravediggers
in HAMLET. Shows the profound knowledge of the human heart. Daren't joke
about the dead for two years at least. DE MORTUIS NIL NISI PRIUS. Go out
of mourning first. Hard to imagine his funeral. Seems a sort of a joke.
Read your own obituary notice they say you live longer. Gives you second
wind. New lease of life.


--How many have-you for tomorrow? the caretaker asked.


--TwoCorny Kelleher said. Half ten and eleven.


The caretaker put the papers in his pocket. The barrow had ceased to
trundle. The mourners split and moved to each side of the holestepping
with care round the graves. The gravediggers bore the coffin and set its
nose on the brinklooping the bands round it.


Burying him. We come to bury Caesar. His ides of March or June.
He doesn't know who is here nor care.
Now who is that lankylooking galoot over there in the macintosh?
Now who is he I'd like to know? Now I'd give a trifle to know who he is.
Always someone turns up you never dreamt of. A fellow could live on his
lonesome all his life. Yeshe could. Still he'd have to get someone to
sod him after he died though he could dig his own grave. We all do. Only
man buries. Noants too. First thing strikes anybody. Bury the dead. Say
Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every
Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.


OPOOR ROBINSON CRUSOE!

HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY DO SO?

Poor Dignam! His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of
them all it does seem a waste of wood. All gnawed through. They could
invent a handsome bier with a kind of panel slidinglet it down that way.
Ay but they might object to be buried out of another fellow's. They're so
particular. Lay me in my native earth. Bit of clay from the holy land.
Only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in the one coffin. I see what
it means. I see. To protect him as long as possible even in the earth. The
Irishman's house is his coffin. Embalming in catacombsmummies the same
idea.


Mr Bloom stood far backhis hat in his handcounting the bared
heads. Twelve. I'm thirteen. No. The chap in the macintosh is thirteen.
Death's number. Where the deuce did he pop out of? He wasn't in the
chapelthat I'll swear. Silly superstition that about thirteen.

Nice soft tweed Ned Lambert has in that suit. Tinge of purple. I had
one like that when we lived in Lombard street west. Dressy fellow he was
once. Used to change three suits in the day. Must get that grey suit of
mine turned by Mesias. Hello. It's dyed. His wife I forgot he's not
married or his landlady ought to have picked out those threads for him.

The coffin dived out of sighteased down by the men straddled on the
gravetrestles. They struggled up and out: and all uncovered. Twenty.

Pause.

If we were all suddenly somebody else.

Far away a donkey brayed. Rain. No such ass. Never see a dead one
they say. Shame of death. They hide. Also poor papa went away.

Gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads in a whisper. Whisper.
The boy by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly
in the black open space. Mr Bloom moved behind the portly kindly
caretaker. Wellcut frockcoat. Weighing them up perhaps to see which will
go next. Wellit is a long rest. Feel no more. It's the moment you feel.
Must be damned unpleasant. Can't believe it at first. Mistake must be:
someone else. Try the house opposite. WaitI wanted to. I haven't yet.
Then darkened deathchamber. Light they want. Whispering around you. Would
you like to see a priest? Then rambling and wandering. Delirium all you
hid all your life. The death struggle. His sleep is not natural. Press his
lower eyelid. Watching is his nose pointed is his jaw sinking are the
soles of his feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on the
floor since he's doomed. Devil in that picture of sinner's death showing
him a woman. Dying to embrace her in his shirt. Last act of LUCIA.
SHALL I NEVERMORE BEHOLD THEE? Bam! He expires. Gone at last. People
talk about you a bit: forget you. Don't forget to pray for him.
Remember him in your prayers. Even Parnell. Ivy day dying out. Then
they follow: dropping into a holeone after the other.

We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you're well
and not in hell. Nice change of air. Out of the fryingpan of life into the
fire of purgatory.

Does he ever think of the hole waiting for himself? They say you do
when you shiver in the sun. Someone walking over it. Callboy's warning.
Near you. Mine over there towards Finglasthe plot I bought. Mamma
poor mammaand little Rudy.

The gravediggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay
in on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all
the time? Whew! By jingothat would be awful! Nono: he is deadof
course. Of course he is dead. Monday he died. They ought to have
some law to pierce the heart and make sure or an electric clock or
a telephone in the coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole. Flag of
distress. Three days. Rather long to keep them in summer. Just as well
to get shut of them as soon as you are sure there's no.

The clay fell softer. Begin to be forgotten. Out of sightout of mind.

The caretaker moved away a few paces and put on his hat. Had
enough of it. The mourners took heart of graceone by onecovering
themselves without show. Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly
figure make its way deftly through the maze of graves. Quietlysure of


his groundhe traversed the dismal fields.


Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ahthe names. But he
knows them all. No: coming to me.


--I am just taking the namesHynes said below his breath. What is your
christian name? I'm not sure.


--LMr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M'Coy's name too.
He asked me to.


--CharleyHynes said writing. I know. He was on the FREEMAN once.


So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne.
Good idea a postmortem for doctors. Find out what they imagine they
know. He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few
ads. Charleyyou're my darling. That was why he asked me to. O well
does no harm. I saw to thatM'Coy. Thanksold chap: much obliged.
Leave him under an obligation: costs nothing.


--And tell usHynes saiddo you know that fellow in thefellow was
over there in the ...


He looked around.


--Macintosh. YesI saw himMr Bloom said. Where is he now?


--M'IntoshHynes said scribbling. I don't know who he is. Is that
his name?


He moved awaylooking about him.


--NoMr Bloom beganturning and stopping. I sayHynes!


Didn't hear. What? Where has he disappeared to? Not a sign. Well of
all the. Has anybody here seen? Kay ee double ell. Become invisible. Good
Lordwhat became of him?


A seventh gravedigger came beside Mr Bloom to take up an idle spade.


--Oexcuse me!


He stepped aside nimbly.


Claybrowndampbegan to be seen in the hole. It rose. Nearly over.
A mound of damp clods rose moreroseand the gravediggers rested their
spades. All uncovered again for a few instants. The boy propped his wreath
against a corner: the brother-in-law his on a lump. The gravediggers put
on their caps and carried their earthy spades towards the barrow. Then
knocked the blades lightly on the turf: clean. One bent to pluck from the
haft a long tuft of grass. Oneleaving his mateswalked slowly on with
shouldered weaponits blade blueglancing. Silently at the gravehead
another coiled the coffinband. His navelcord. The brother-in-lawturning
awayplaced something in his free hand. Thanks in silence. Sorrysir:
trouble. Headshake. I know that. For yourselves just.


The mourners moved away slowly without aimby devious paths
staying at whiles to read a name on a tomb.


--Let us go round by the chief's graveHynes said. We have time.


--Let usMr Power said.


They turned to the rightfollowing their slow thoughts. With awe Mr



Power's blank voice spoke:

--Some say he is not in that grave at all. That the coffin was filled
with stones. That one day he will come again.

Hynes shook his head.

--Parnell will never come againhe said. He's thereall that was mortal
of him. Peace to his ashes.

Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels
crossesbroken pillarsfamily vaultsstone hopes praying with upcast
eyesold Ireland's hearts and hands. More sensible to spend the money on
some charity for the living. Pray for the repose of the soul of. Does
anybody really? Plant him and have done with him. Like down a coalshoot.
Then lump them together to save time. All souls' day. Twentyseventh I'll
be at his grave. Ten shillings for the gardener. He keeps it free of
weeds. Old man himself. Bent down double with his shears clipping. Near
death's door. Who passed away. Who departed this life. As if they did it
of their own accord. Got the shoveall of them. Who kicked the bucket.
More interesting if they told you what they were. So and Sowheelwright.
I travelled for cork lino. I paid five shillings in the pound. Or a
woman's with her saucepan. I cooked good Irish stew. Eulogy in a country
churchyard it ought to be that poem of whose is it Wordsworth or Thomas
Campbell. Entered into rest the protestants put it. Old Dr Murren's.
The great physician called him home. Well it's God's acre for them.
Nice country residence. Newly plastered and painted. Ideal spot to
have a quiet smoke and read the CHURCH TIMES. Marriage ads they never
try to beautify. Rusty wreaths hung on knobsgarlands of bronzefoil.
Better value that for the money. Stillthe flowers are more poetical.
The other gets rather tiresomenever withering. Expresses nothing.
Immortelles.

A bird sat tamely perched on a poplar branch. Like stuffed. Like the
wedding present alderman Hooper gave us. Hoo! Not a budge out of him.
Knows there are no catapults to let fly at him. Dead animal even sadder.
Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the kitchen matchboxa
daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the grave.

The Sacred Heart that is: showing it. Heart on his sleeve. Ought to be
sideways and red it should be painted like a real heart. Ireland was
dedicated to it or whatever that. Seems anything but pleased. Why this
infliction? Would birds come then and peck like the boy with the basket of
fruit but he said no because they ought to have been afraid of the boy.
Apollo that was.

How many! All these here once walked round Dublin. Faithful departed.
As you are now so once were we.

Besides how could you remember everybody? Eyeswalkvoice. Well
the voiceyes: gramophone. Have a gramophone in every grave or keep it
in the house. After dinner on a Sunday. Put on poor old greatgrandfather.
Kraahraark! Hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfullygladaseeagain
hellohello amawf krpthsth. Remind you of the voice like the photograph
reminds you of the face. Otherwise you couldn't remember the face after
fifteen yearssay. For instance who? For instance some fellow that died
when I was in Wisdom Hely's.

Rtststr! A rattle of pebbles. Wait. Stop!

He looked down intently into a stone crypt. Some animal. Wait.
There he goes.

An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the cryptmoving the


pebbles. An old stager: greatgrandfather: he knows the ropes. The grey
alive crushed itself in under the plinthwriggled itself in under it.
Good hidingplace for treasure.

Who lives there? Are laid the remains of Robert Emery. Robert
Emmet was buried here by torchlightwasn't he? Making his rounds.

Tail gone now.

One of those chaps would make short work of a fellow. Pick the
bones clean no matter who it was. Ordinary meat for them. A corpse is
meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. I read in that
VOYAGES IN CHINA that the Chinese say a white man smells like a corpse.
Cremation better. Priests dead against it. Devilling for the other firm.
Wholesale burners and Dutch oven dealers. Time of the plague. Quicklime
feverpits to eat them. Lethal chamber. Ashes to ashes. Or bury at sea.
Where is that Parsee tower of silence? Eaten by birds. Earthfirewater.
Drowning they say is the pleasantest. See your whole life in a flash. But
being brought back to life no. Can't bury in the air however. Out of a
flying machine. Wonder does the news go about whenever a fresh one is let
down. Underground communication. We learned that from them. Wouldn't be
surprised. Regular square feed for them. Flies come before he's well dead.
Got wind of Dignam. They wouldn't care about the smell of it. Saltwhite
crumbling mush of corpse: smelltaste like raw white turnips.

The gates glimmered in front: still open. Back to the world again.
Enough of this place. Brings you a bit nearer every time. Last time I was
here was Mrs Sinico's funeral. Poor papa too. The love that kills. And
even scraping up the earth at night with a lantern like that case I read
of to get at fresh buried females or even putrefied with running
gravesores. Give you the creeps after a bit. I will appear to you after
death. You will see my ghost after death. My ghost will haunt you after
death. There is another world after death named hell. I do not like that
other world she wrote. No more do I. Plenty to see and hear and feel yet.
Feel live warm beings near you. Let them sleep in their maggoty beds. They
are not going to get me this innings. Warm beds: warm fullblooded life.

Martin Cunningham emerged from a sidepathtalking gravely.

SolicitorI think. I know his face. MentonJohn Henrysolicitor
commissioner for oaths and affidavits. Dignam used to be in his office.
Mat Dillon's long ago. Jolly Mat. Convivial evenings. Cold fowlcigars
the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really. YesMenton. Got his rag out
that evening on the bowlinggreen because I sailed inside him. Pure fluke
of mine: the bias. Why he took such a rooted dislike to me. Hate at first
sight. Molly and Floey Dillon linked under the lilactreelaughing.
Fellow always like thatmortified if women are by.

Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.

--Excuse mesirMr Bloom said beside them.

They stopped.

--Your hat is a little crushedMr Bloom said pointing.

John Henry Menton stared at him for an instant without moving.

--ThereMartin Cunningham helpedpointing also. John Henry Menton took
off his hatbulged out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his
coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on his head again.

--It's all right nowMartin Cunningham said.


John Henry Menton jerked his head down in acknowledgment.

--Thank youhe said shortly.

They walked on towards the gates. Mr Bloomchapfallendrew
behind a few paces so as not to overhear. Martin laying down the law.
Martin could wind a sappyhead like that round his little fingerwithout
his seeing it.


Oyster eyes. Never mind. Be sorry after perhaps when it dawns on him.
Get the pull over him that way.


Thank you. How grand we are this morning!


* * * * * * *

IN THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS

Before Nelson's pillar trams slowedshuntedchanged trolleystarted
for BlackrockKingstown and DalkeyClonskeaRathgar and Terenure
Palmerston Park and upper RathminesSandymount GreenRathmines
Ringsend and Sandymount TowerHarold's Cross. The hoarse Dublin
United Tramway Company's timekeeper bawled them off:

--Rathgar and Terenure!

--Come onSandymount Green!

Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a
singledeck moved from their railheadsswerved to the down lineglided
parallel.

--StartPalmerston Park!

THE WEARER OF THE CROWN

Under the porch of the general post office shoeblacks called and
polished. Parked in North Prince's street His Majesty's vermilion
mailcarsbearing on their sides the royal initialsE. R.received
loudly flung sacks of letterspostcardslettercardsparcelsinsured
and paidfor localprovincialBritish and overseas delivery.

GENTLEMEN OF THE PRESS

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's
stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float
bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of
Prince's stores.

--There it isRed Murray said. Alexander Keyes.

--Just cut it outwill you? Mr Bloom saidand I'll take it round to the
TELEGRAPH office.

The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again. Davy Stephensminute
in a large capecoata small felt hat crowning his ringletspassed out
with a roll of papers under his capea king's courier.


Red Murray's long shears sliced out the advertisement from the
newspaper in four clean strokes. Scissors and paste.

--I'll go through the printingworksMr Bloom saidtaking the cut square.

--Of courseif he wants a parRed Murray said earnestlya pen behind
his earwe can do him one.

--RightMr Bloom said with a nod. I'll rub that in.

We.

WILLIAM BRAYDEN

ESQUIREOF OAKLANDSSANDYMOUNT

Red Murray touched Mr Bloom's arm with the shears and whispered:


--Brayden.


Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a
stately figure entered between the newsboards of the WEEKLY FREEMAN AND
NATIONAL PRESS and the FREEMAN'S JOURNAL AND NATIONAL PRESS. Dullthudding
Guinness's barrels. It passed statelily up the staircasesteered by an
umbrellaa solemn beardframed face. The broadcloth back ascended each
step: back. All his brains are in the nape of his neckSimon Dedalus
says. Welts of flesh behind on him. Fat folds of neckfatneckfat
neck.


--Don't you think his face is like Our Saviour? Red Murray whispered.


The door of Ruttledge's office whispered: ee: cree. They always build
one door opposite another for the wind to. Way in. Way out.


Our Saviour: beardframed oval face: talking in the dusk. Mary
Martha. Steered by an umbrella sword to the footlights: Mario the tenor.


--Or like MarioMr Bloom said.


--YesRed Murray agreed. But Mario was said to be the picture of Our
Saviour.


Jesusmario with rougy cheeksdoublet and spindle legs. Hand on his
heart. In MARTHA.


CO-OME THOU LOST ONE
CO-OME THOU DEAR ONE!


THE CROZIER AND THE PEN

--His grace phoned down twice this morningRed Murray said gravely.

They watched the kneeslegsboots vanish. Neck.

A telegram boy stepped in nimblythrew an envelope on the counter
and stepped off posthaste with a word:

--FREEMAN!


Mr Bloom said slowly:

--Wellhe is one of our saviours also.

A meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflapas he
passed in through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage
along the now reverberating boards. But will he save the circulation?
Thumping. Thumping.

He pushed in the glass swingdoor and enteredstepping over strewn
packing paper. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards
Nannetti's reading closet.

WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT IS WE ANNOUNCE THE DISSOLUTION
OF A MOST RESPECTED DUBLIN BURGESS


Hynes here too: account of the funeral probably. Thumping. Thump.
This morning the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. Machines.
Smash a man to atoms if they got him caught. Rule the world today. His
machineries are pegging away too. Like thesegot out of hand: fermenting.
Working awaytearing away. And that old grey rat tearing to get in.


HOW A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS TURNED OUT

Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's spare bodyadmiring a glossy crown.


Strange he never saw his real country. Ireland my country. Member
for College green. He boomed that workaday worker tack for all it was
worth. It's the ads and side features sell a weeklynot the stale news in
the official gazette. Queen Anne is dead. Published by authority in the
year one thousand and. Demesne situate in the townland of Rosenallis
barony of Tinnahinch. To all whom it may concern schedule pursuant to
statute showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from
Ballina. Nature notes. Cartoons. Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story.
Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots. Country bumpkin's queries. Dear Mr
Editorwhat is a good cure for flatulence? I'd like that part. Learn a
lot teaching others. The personal note. M. A. P. Mainly all pictures.
Shapely bathers on golden strand. World's biggest balloon. Double marriage
of sisters celebrated. Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other.
Cuprani tooprinter. More Irish than the Irish.


The machines clanked in threefour time. Thumpthumpthump.
Now if he got paralysed there and no-one knew how to stop them they'd
clank on and on the sameprint it over and over and up and back.
Monkeydoodle the whole thing. Want a cool head.


--Wellget it into the evening editioncouncillorHynes said.


Soon be calling him my lord mayor. Long John is backing himthey say.


The foremanwithout answeringscribbled press on a corner of the
sheet and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over
the dirty glass screen.


--Right: thanksHynes said moving off.


Mr Bloom stood in his way.


--If you want to draw the cashier is just going to lunchhe said
pointing backward with his thumb.



--Did you? Hynes asked.

--MmMr Bloom said. Look sharp and you'll catch him.

--Thanksold manHynes said. I'll tap him too.

He hurried on eagerly towards the FREEMAN'S JOURNAL.

Three bob I lent him in Meagher's. Three weeks. Third hint.

WE SEE THE CANVASSER AT WORK

Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti's desk.

--Excuse mecouncillorhe said. This adyou see. Keyesyou remember?

Mr Nannetti considered the cutting awhile and nodded.

--He wants it in for JulyMr Bloom said.

The foreman moved his pencil towards it.

--But waitMr Bloom said. He wants it changed. Keyesyou see. He wants
two keys at the top.

Hell of a racket they make. He doesn't hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves.
Maybe he understands what I.

The foreman turned round to hear patiently andlifting an elbow
began to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket.

--Like thatMr Bloom saidcrossing his forefingers at the top.

Let him take that in first.

Mr Bloomglancing sideways up from the cross he had madesaw the
foreman's sallow facethink he has a touch of jaundiceand beyond the
obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Clank it. Clank it. Miles of
it unreeled. What becomes of it after? Owrap up meatparcels: various
usesthousand and one things.

Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew
swiftly on the scarred woodwork.

HOUSE OF KEY(E)S

--Like thatsee. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name.
Alexander Keyesteawine and spirit merchant. So on.

Better not teach him his own business.

--You know yourselfcouncillorjust what he wants. Then round the top
in leaded: the house of keys. You see? Do you think that's a good idea?

The foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched
there quietly.

--The ideaMr Bloom saidis the house of keys. You knowcouncillor
the Manx parliament. Innuendo of home rule. Touristsyou knowfrom the
isle of Man. Catches the eyeyou see. Can you do that?


I could ask him perhaps about how to pronounce that VOGLIO. But
then if he didn't know only make it awkward for him. Better not.

--We can do thatthe foreman said. Have you the design?

--I can get itMr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a house
there too. I'll just run out and ask him. Wellyou can do that and just a
little par calling attention. You know the usual. Highclass licensed
premises. Longfelt want. So on.

The foreman thought for an instant.

--We can do thathe said. Let him give us a three months' renewal.

A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to check it
silently. Mr Bloom stood byhearing the loud throbs of crankswatching
the silent typesetters at their cases.

ORTHOGRAPHICAL

Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin Cunningham
forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to
view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a
harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear
under a cemetery wall. Sillyisn't it? Cemetery put in of course on
account of the symmetry.

I should have said when he clapped on his topper. Thank you. I ought
to have said something about an old hat or something. No. I could have
said. Looks as good as new now. See his phiz then.

Sllt. The nethermost deck of the first machine jogged forward its
flyboard with sllt the first batch of quirefolded papers. Sllt. Almost
human the way it sllt to call attention. Doing its level best to speak.
That door too sllt creakingasking to be shut. Everything speaks in its
own way. Sllt.

NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR

The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenlysaying:

--Wait. Where's the archbishop's letter? It's to be repeated in the
TELEGRAPH. Where's what's his name?

He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines.

--Monkssir? a voice asked from the castingbox.

--Ay. Where's Monks?

--Monks!

Mr Bloom took up his cutting. Time to get out.

--Then I'll get the designMr Nannettihe saidand you'll give it a
good place I know.

--Monks!


--Yessir.

Three months' renewal. Want to get some wind off my chest first. Try
it anyhow. Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. Ballsbridge.
Tourists over for the show.

A DAYFATHER

He walked on through the caseroom passing an old manbowed
spectacledaproned. Old Monksthe dayfather. Queer lot of stuff he must
have put through his hands in his time: obituary noticespubs' ads
speechesdivorce suitsfound drowned. Nearing the end of his tether now.
Sober serious man with a bit in the savingsbank I'd say. Wife a good cook
and washer. Daughter working the machine in the parlour. Plain Janeno
damn nonsense.


AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER

He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.
Reads it backwards first. Quickly he does it. Must require some practice
that. mangiD kcirtaP. Poor papa with his hagadah bookreading
backwards with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year in Jerusalem. DearO
dear! All that long business about that brought us out of the land of
Egypt and into the house of bondage ALLELUIA. SHEMA ISRAEL ADONAI ELOHENU.
Nothat's the other. Then the twelve brothersJacob's sons. And then the
lamb and the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the butcher.
And then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the ox and the
dog kills the cat. Sounds a bit silly till you come to look into it well.
Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. That's what life
is after all. How quickly he does that job. Practice makes perfect. Seems
to see with his fingers.

Mr Bloom passed on out of the clanking noises through the gallery on
to the landing. Now am I going to tram it out all the way and then catch
him out perhaps. Better phone him up first. Number? Yes. Same as Citron's
house. Twentyeight. Twentyeight double four.

ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP

He went down the house staircase. Who the deuce scrawled all over
those walls with matches? Looks as if they did it for a bet. Heavy greasy
smell there always is in those works. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door
when I was there.

He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose. Citronlemon? Ahthe
soap I put there. Lose it out of that pocket. Putting back his
handkerchief he took out the soap and stowed it awaybuttonedinto the
hip pocket of his trousers.

What perfume does your wife use? I could go home still: tram:
something I forgot. Just to see: before: dressing. No. Here. No.

A sudden screech of laughter came from the EVENING TELEGRAPH office. Know
who that is. What's up? Pop in a minute to phone. Ned Lambert it is.

He entered softly.


ERINGREEN GEM OF THE SILVER SEA

--The ghost walksprofessor MacHugh murmured softlybiscuitfully to
the dusty windowpane.

Mr Dedalusstaring from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert's
quizzing faceasked of it sourly:

--Agonising Christwouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse?

Ned Lambertseated on the tableread on:

--OR AGAINNOTE THE MEANDERINGS OF SOME PURLING RILL AS IT BABBLES ON
ITS WAYTHO' QUARRELLING WITH THE STONY OBSTACLESTO THE TUMBLING WATERS
OF NEPTUNE'S BLUE DOMAIN'MID MOSSY BANKSFANNED BY GENTLEST ZEPHYRS
PLAYED ON BY THE GLORIOUS SUNLIGHT OR 'NEATH THE SHADOWS CAST O'ER ITS
PENSIVE BOSOM BY THE OVERARCHING LEAFAGE OF THE GIANTS OF THE FOREST. What
about thatSimon? he asked over the fringe of his newspaper. How's that
for high?

--Changing his drinkMr Dedalus said.

Ned Lambertlaughingstruck the newspaper on his kneesrepeating:

--THE PENSIVE BOSOM AND THE OVERARSING LEAFAGE. O boys! O boys!

--And Xenophon looked upon MarathonMr Dedalus saidlooking again
on the fireplace and to the windowand Marathon looked on the sea.

--That will doprofessor MacHugh cried from the window. I don't want to
hear any more of the stuff.

He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and
hungeredmade ready to nibble the biscuit in his other hand.

High falutin stuff. Bladderbags. Ned Lambert is taking a day off I
see. Rather upsets a man's daya funeral does. He has influence they say.
Old Chattertonthe vicechancelloris his granduncle or his
greatgranduncle. Close on ninety they say. Subleader for his death written
this long time perhaps. Living to spite them. Might go first himself.
Johnnymake room for your uncle. The right honourable Hedges Eyre
Chatterton. Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days.
Windfall when he kicks out. Alleluia.

--Just another spasmNed Lambert said.

--What is it? Mr Bloom asked.

--A recently discovered fragment of Ciceroprofessor MacHugh answered
with pomp of tone. OUR LOVELY LAND.

SHORT BUT TO THE POINT

--Whose land? Mr Bloom said simply.

--Most pertinent questionthe professor said between his chews. With an
accent on the whose.

--Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said.

--Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked.


Ned Lambert nodded.

--But listen to thishe said.

The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was
pushed in.

--Excuse meJ. J. O'Molloy saidentering.

Mr Bloom moved nimbly aside.

--I beg yourshe said.

--Good dayJack.

--Come in. Come in.

--Good day.

--How are youDedalus?

--Well. And yourself?

J. J. O'Molloy shook his head.
SAD

Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Declinepoor chap.
That hectic flush spells finis for a man. Touch and go with him. What's in
the windI wonder. Money worry.

--OR AGAIN IF WE BUT CLIMB THE SERRIED MOUNTAIN PEAKS.

--You're looking extra.

--Is the editor to be seen? J. J. O'Molloy askedlooking towards the
inner door.

--Very much soprofessor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He's in
his sanctum with Lenehan.

J. J. O'Molloy strolled to the sloping desk and began to turn back the
pink pages of the file.
Practice dwindling. A mighthavebeen. Losing heart. Gambling. Debts
of honour. Reaping the whirlwind. Used to get good retainers from D. and

T. Fitzgerald. Their wigs to show the grey matter. Brains on their sleeve
like the statue in Glasnevin. Believe he does some literary work for the
EXPRESS with Gabriel Conroy. Wellread fellow. Myles Crawford began on
the INDEPENDENT. Funny the way those newspaper men veer about when
they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same
breath. Wouldn't know which to believe. One story good till you hear the
next. Go for one another baldheaded in the papers and then all blows over.
Hail fellow well met the next moment.
--Ahlisten to this for God' sakeNed Lambert pleaded. OR AGAIN IF WE
BUT CLIMB THE SERRIED MOUNTAIN PEAKS ...

--Bombast! the professor broke in testily. Enough of the inflated
windbag!


--PEAKSNed Lambert went onTOWERING HIGH ON HIGHTO BATHE OUR SOULS
AS IT WERE ...

--Bathe his lipsMr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he
taking anything for it?

--AS 'TWEREIN THE PEERLESS PANORAMA OF IRELAND'S PORTFOLIOUNMATCHED
DESPITE THEIR WELLPRAISED PROTOTYPES IN OTHER VAUNTED PRIZE REGIONSFOR
VERY BEAUTYOF BOSKY GROVE AND UNDULATING PLAIN AND LUSCIOUS PASTURELAND
OF VERNAL GREENSTEEPED IN THE TRANSCENDENT TRANSLUCENT GLOW OF OUR MILD
MYSTERIOUS IRISH TWILIGHT ...

HIS NATIVE DORIC

--The moonprofessor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet.

--THAT MANTLES THE VISTA FAR AND WIDE AND WAIT TILL THE GLOWING ORB OF
THE MOON SHINE FORTH TO IRRADIATE HER SILVER EFFULGENCE ...

--O! Mr Dedalus criedgiving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and onions!
That'll doNed. Life is too short.

He took off his silk hat andblowing out impatiently his bushy
moustachewelshcombed his hair with raking fingers.

Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper asidechuckling with delight. An
instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's
unshaven blackspectacled face.

--Doughy Daw! he cried.

WHAT WETHERUP SAID

All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot
cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line toowasn't he? Why they call
him Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow. Daughter engaged to that
chap in the inland revenue office with the motor. Hooked that nicely.
Entertainments. Open house. Big blowout. Wetherup always said that. Get
a grip of them by the stomach.

The inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face
crested by a comb of feathery hairthrust itself in. The bold blue eyes
stared about them and the harsh voice asked:

--What is it?

--And here comes the sham squire himself! professor MacHugh said grandly.

--Getonouthatyou bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in recognition.

--ComeNedMr Dedalus saidputting on his hat. I must get a drink
after that.

--Drink! the editor cried. No drinks served before mass.

--Quite right tooMr Dedalus saidgoing out. Come onNed.

Ned Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor's blue eyes roved
towards Mr Bloom's faceshadowed by a smile.


--Will you join usMyles? Ned Lambert asked.

MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED

--North Cork militia! the editor criedstriding to the mantelpiece. We

won every time! North Cork and Spanish officers!
--Where was thatMyles? Ned Lambert asked with a reflective glance at
his toecaps.


--In Ohio! the editor shouted.
--So it wasbegadNed Lambert agreed.
Passing out he whispered to J. J. O'Molloy:
--Incipient jigs. Sad case.
--Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet face.


My Ohio!
--A perfect cretic! the professor said. Longshort and long.


OHARP EOLIAN!

He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket andbreaking
off a piecetwanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant
unwashed teeth.

--Bingbangbangbang.
Mr Bloomseeing the coast clearmade for the inner door.
--Just a momentMr Crawfordhe said. I just want to phone about an ad.
He went in.
--What about that leader this evening? professor MacHugh askedcoming


to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder.


--That'll be all rightMyles Crawford said more calmly. Never you fret.
HelloJack. That's all right.
--Good dayMylesJ. J. O'Molloy saidletting the pages he held slip


limply back on the file. Is that Canada swindle case on today?
The telephone whirred inside.
--Twentyeight ... Notwenty ... Double four ... Yes.


SPOT THE WINNER

Lenehan came out of the inner office with SPORT'S tissues.

--Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O.
Madden up.
He tossed the tissues on to the table.



Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door
was flung open.

--HushLenehan said. I hear feetstoops.

Professor MacHugh strode across the room and seized the cringing
urchin by the collar as the others scampered out of the hall and down the
steps. The tissues rustled up in the draughtfloated softly in the air
blue scrawls and under the table came to earth.

--It wasn't mesir. It was the big fellow shoved mesir.

--Throw him out and shut the doorthe editor said. There's a hurricane
blowing.

Lenehan began to paw the tissues up from the floorgrunting as he
stooped twice.

--Waiting for the racing specialsirthe newsboy said. It was Pat
Farrell shoved mesir.

He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.

--Himsir.

--Out of this with youprofessor MacHugh said gruffly.

He hustled the boy out and banged the door to.

J. J. O'Molloy turned the files crackingly overmurmuringseeking:
--Continued on page sixcolumn four.

--YesEVENING TELEGRAPH hereMr Bloom phoned from the inner office. Is
the boss ...? YesTELEGRAPH ... To where? Aha! Which auction rooms ?...
Aha! I see ... Right. I'll catch him.

A COLLISION ENSUES

The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and
bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with the second tissue.

--PARDONMONSIEURLenehan saidclutching him for an instant and making
a grimace.

--My faultMr Bloom saidsuffering his grip. Are you hurt? I'm in a
hurry.

--KneeLenehan said.

He made a comic face and whinedrubbing his knee:

--The accumulation of the ANNO DOMINI.

--SorryMr Bloom said.

He went to the door andholding it ajarpaused. J. J. O'Molloy
slapped the heavy pages over. The noise of two shrill voicesa
mouthorganechoed in the bare hallway from the newsboys squatted on the
doorsteps:


--WE ARE THE BOYS OF WEXFORD
WHO FOUGHT WITH HEART AND HAND.


EXIT BLOOM

--I'm just running round to Bachelor's walkMr Bloom saidabout this ad
of Keyes's. Want to fix it up. They tell me he's round there in Dillon's.

He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who
leaning against the mantelshelfhad propped his head on his hand
suddenly stretched forth an arm amply.

--Begone! he said. The world is before you.

--Back in no timeMr Bloom saidhurrying out.

J. J. O'Molloy took the tissues from Lenehan's hand and read them
blowing them apart gentlywithout comment.
--He'll get that advertisementthe professor saidstaring through his
blackrimmed spectacles over the crossblind. Look at the young scamps after
him.

--Show. Where? Lenehan criedrunning to the window.

A STREET CORTEGE

Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr
Bloom's wakethe last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kitea
tail of white bowknots.

--Look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cryLenehan saidand
you'll kick. Omy rib risible! Taking off his flat spaugs and the walk.
Small nines. Steal upon larks.

He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding
feet past the fireplace to J. J. O'Molloy who placed the tissues in his
receiving hands.

--What's that? Myles Crawford said with a start. Where are the other two
gone?

--Who? the professor saidturning. They're gone round to the Oval for a
drink. Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall. Came over last night.

--Come on thenMyles Crawford said. Where's my hat?

He walked jerkily into the office behindparting the vent of his jacket
jingling his keys in his back pocket. They jingled then in the air and
against the wood as he locked his desk drawer.

--He's pretty well onprofessor MacHugh said in a low voice.

--Seems to beJ. J. O'Molloy saidtaking out a cigarettecase in
murmuring meditationbut it is not always as it seems. Who has the most
matches?

THE CALUMET OF PEACE


He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan
promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J. J.
O'Molloy opened his case again and offered it.

--THANKY VOUSLenehan saidhelping himself.

The editor came from the inner officea straw hat awry on his brow.
He declaimed in songpointing sternly at professor MacHugh:

--'TWAS RANK AND FAME THAT TEMPTED THEE
'TWAS EMPIRE CHARMED THY HEART.


The professor grinnedlocking his long lips.

--Eh? You bloody old Roman empire? Myles Crawford said.

He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehanlighting it for him
with quick gracesaid:

--Silence for my brandnew riddle!

--IMPERIUM ROMANUMJ. J. O'Molloy said gently. It sounds nobler than
British or Brixton. The word reminds one somehow of fat in the fire.

Myles Crawford blew his first puff violently towards the ceiling.

--That's ithe said. We are the fat. You and I are the fat in the fire.
We haven't got the chance of a snowball in hell.

THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME

--Wait a momentprofessor MacHugh saidraising two quiet claws. We
mustn't be led away by wordsby sounds of words. We think of Rome
imperialimperiousimperative.


He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffspausing:


--What was their civilisation? VastI allow: but vile. Cloacae: sewers.
The Jews in the wilderness and on the mountaintop said: IT IS MEET TO BE
HERE. LET US BUILD AN ALTAR TO JEHOVAH. The Romanlike the Englishman who
follows in his footstepsbrought to every new shore on which he set his
foot (on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal obsession. He gazed
about him in his toga and he said: IT IS MEET TO BE HERE. LET US CONSTRUCT
A WATERCLOSET.


--Which they accordingly did doLenehan said. Our old ancient ancestors
as we read in the first chapter of Guinness'swere partial to the running
stream.


--They were nature's gentlemenJ. J. O'Molloy murmured. But we have
also Roman law.


--And Pontius Pilate is its prophetprofessor MacHugh responded.


--Do you know that story about chief baron Palles? J. J. O'Molloy asked.
It was at the royal university dinner. Everything was going
swimmingly ...



--First my riddleLenehan said. Are you ready?

Mr O'Madden Burketall in copious grey of Donegal tweedcame in
from the hallway. Stephen Dedalusbehind himuncovered as he entered.

--ENTREZMES ENFANTS! Lenehan cried.

--I escort a suppliantMr O'Madden Burke said melodiously. Youth led by
Experience visits Notoriety.

--How do you do? the editor saidholding out a hand. Come in. Your
governor is just gone.

? ? ?

Lenehan said to all:

--Silence! What opera resembles a railwayline? Reflectponder
excogitatereply.

Stephen handed over the typed sheetspointing to the title and signature.

--Who? the editor asked.

Bit torn off.

--Mr Garrett DeasyStephen said.

--That old peltersthe editor said. Who tore it? Was he short taken?

ON SWIFT SAIL FLAMING
FROM STORM AND SOUTH
HE COMESPALE VAMPIRE
MOUTH TO MY MOUTH.


--Good dayStephenthe professor saidcoming to peer over their
shoulders. Foot and mouth? Are you turned ...?

Bullockbefriending bard.

SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT

--Good daysirStephen answered blushing. The letter is not mine. Mr
Garrett Deasy asked me to ...

--OI know himMyles Crawford saidand I knew his wife too. The
bloodiest old tartar God ever made. By Jesusshe had the foot and mouth
disease and no mistake! The night she threw the soup in the waiter's face
in the Star and Garter. Oho!

A woman brought sin into the world. For Helenthe runaway wife of
Menelausten years the Greeks. O'Rourkeprince of Breffni.

--Is he a widower? Stephen asked.

--Aya grass oneMyles Crawford saidhis eye running down the
typescript. Emperor's horses. Habsburg. An Irishman saved his life on the
ramparts of Vienna. Don't you forget! Maximilian Karl O'Donnellgraf


von Tirconnell in Ireland. Sent his heir over to make the king an Austrian
fieldmarshal now. Going to be trouble there one day. Wild geese. O yes
every time. Don't you forget that!

--The moot point is did he forget itJ. J. O'Molloy said quietly
turning a horseshoe paperweight. Saving princes is a thank you job.

Professor MacHugh turned on him.

--And if not? he said.

--I'll tell you how it wasMyles Crawford began. A Hungarian it was one
day ...

LOST CAUSES

NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED

--We were always loyal to lost causesthe professor said. Success for us
is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal
to the successful. We serve them. I teach the blatant Latin language. I
speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is the maxim: time
is money. Material domination. DOMINUS! Lord! Where is the spirituality?
Lord Jesus? Lord Salisbury? A sofa in a westend club. But the Greek!

KYRIE ELEISON!

A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyeslengthened his long
lips.

--The Greek! he said again. KYRIOS! Shining word! The vowels the Semite
and the Saxon know not. KYRIE! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to
profess Greekthe language of the mind. KYRIE ELEISON! The closetmaker
and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit. We are liege
subjects of the catholic chivalry of Europe that foundered at Trafalgar
and of the empire of the spiritnot an IMPERIUMthat went under with the
Athenian fleets at Aegospotami. Yesyes. They went under. Pyrrhusmisled
by an oraclemade a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece.
Loyal to a lost cause.

He strode away from them towards the window.

--They went forth to battleMr O'Madden Burke said greylybut they
always fell.

--Boohoo! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in
the latter half of the MATINEE. Poorpoorpoor Pyrrhus!

He whispered then near Stephen's ear:

LENEHAN'S LIMERICK

--THERE'S A PONDEROUS PUNDIT MACHUGH
WHO WEARS GOGGLES OF EBONY HUE.
AS HE MOSTLY SEES DOUBLE
TO WEAR THEM WHY TROUBLE?
I CAN'T SEE THE JOE MILLER. CAN YOU?



In mourning for SallustMulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead.
Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket.

--That'll be all righthe said. I'll read the rest after. That'll be all
right.

Lenehan extended his hands in protest.
--But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railwayline?


--Opera? Mr O'Madden Burke's sphinx face reriddled.
Lenehan announced gladly:


--THE ROSE OF CASTILE. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!


He poked Mr O'Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O'Madden Burke
fell back with grace on his umbrellafeigning a gasp.
--Help! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.


Lenehanrising to tiptoefanned his face rapidly with the rustling
tissues.

The professorreturning by way of the filesswept his hand across
Stephen's and Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties.

--Parispast and presenthe said. You look like communards.

--Like fellows who had blown up the BastileJ. J. O'Molloy said in quiet
mockery. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you?
You look as though you had done the deed. General Bobrikoff.

OMNIUM GATHERUM

--We were only thinking about itStephen said.
--All the talentsMyles Crawford said. Lawthe classics ...


--The turfLenehan put in.
--Literaturethe press.


--If Bloom were herethe professor said. The gentle art of advertisement.


--And Madam BloomMr O'Madden Burke added. The vocal muse. Dublin's
prime favourite.

Lenehan gave a loud cough.

--Ahem! he said very softly. Ofor a fresh of breath air! I caught a
cold in the park. The gate was open.

YOU CAN DO IT!

The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen's shoulder.


--I want you to write something for mehe said. Something with a bite in
it. You can do it. I see it in your face. IN THE LEXICON OF YOUTH ...

See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.

--Foot and mouth disease! the editor cried in scornful invective. Great
nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. All balls! Bulldosing the public!
Give them something with a bite in it. Put us all into itdamn its soul.
FatherSon and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy.

--We can all supply mental pabulumMr O'Madden Burke said.

Stephen raised his eyes to the bold unheeding stare.

--He wants you for the pressgangJ. J. O'Molloy said.

THE GREAT GALLAHER

--You can do itMyles Crawford repeatedclenching his hand in emphasis.
Wait a minute. We'll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher used to say when
he was on the shaughraundoing billiardmarking in the Clarence. Gallaher
that was a pressman for you. That was a pen. You know how he made his
mark? I'll tell you. That was the smartest piece of journalism ever known.
That was in eightyonesixth of Maytime of the invinciblesmurder in
the Phoenix parkbefore you were bornI suppose. I'll show you.

He pushed past them to the files.

--Look at herehe said turning. The NEW YORK WORLD cabled for a special.
Remember that time?

Professor MacHugh nodded.

--NEW YORK WORLDthe editor saidexcitedly pushing back his straw hat.
Where it took place. Tim Kellyor Kavanagh I mean. Joe Brady and the
rest of them. Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Whole routesee?

--Skin-the-GoatMr O'Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that
cabman's shelterthey saydown there at Butt bridge. Holohan told me.
You know Holohan?

--Hop and carry oneis it? Myles Crawford said.

--And poor Gumley is down there tooso he told meminding stones for
the corporation. A night watchman.

Stephen turned in surprise.

--Gumley? he said. You don't say so? A friend of my father'sis it?

--Never mind GumleyMyles Crawford cried angrily. Let Gumley mind
the stonessee they don't run away. Look at here. What did Ignatius
Gallaher do? I'll tell you. Inspiration of genius. Cabled right away. Have
you WEEKLY FREEMAN of 17 March? Right. Have you got that?

He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.

--Take page fouradvertisement for Bransome's coffeelet us say. Have
you got that? Right.

The telephone whirred.


A DISTANT VOICE

--I'll answer itthe professor saidgoing.

--B is parkgate. Good.

His finger leaped and struck point after pointvibrating.

--T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon
gate.


The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock's wattles. An illstarched
dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his
waistcoat.


--Hello? EVENING TELEGRAPH here ... Hello?... Who's there? ...
Yes ... Yes ... Yes.


--F to P is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an alibiInchicore
RoundtownWindy ArbourPalmerston ParkRanelagh. F.A.B.P. Got that?
X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.


The professor came to the inner door.


--Bloom is at the telephonehe said.


--Tell him go to hellthe editor said promptly. X is Davy's publichouse
see?


CLEVERVERY

--CleverLenehan said. Very.

--Gave it to them on a hot plateMyles Crawford saidthe whole bloody
history.

Nightmare from which you will never awake.

--I saw itthe editor said proudly. I was present. Dick Adamsthe
besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life inand
myself.

Lenehan bowed to a shape of airannouncing:

--MadamI'm Adam. And Able was I ere I saw Elba.

--History! Myles Crawford cried. The Old Woman of Prince's street was
there first. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that. Out of an
advertisement. Gregor Grey made the design for it. That gave him the leg
up. Then Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the STAR.
Now he's got in with Blumenfeld. That's press. That's talent. Pyatt! He
was all their daddies!

--The father of scare journalismLenehan confirmedand the
brother-in-law of Chris Callinan.

--Hello? ... Are you there? ... Yeshe's here still. Come across
yourself.

--Where do you find a pressman like that noweh? the editor cried.


He flung the pages down.

--Clamn deverLenehan said to Mr O'Madden Burke.

--Very smartMr O'Madden Burke said.

Professor MacHugh came from the inner office.

--Talking about the invincibleshe saiddid you see that some hawkers
were up before the recorder

--O yesJ. J. O'Molloy said eagerly. Lady Dudley was walking home
through the park to see all the trees that were blown down by that cyclone
last year and thought she'd buy a view of Dublin. And it turned out to be
a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat.
Right outside the viceregal lodgeimagine!

--They're only in the hook and eye departmentMyles Crawford said.
Psha! Press and the bar! Where have you a man now at the bar like those
fellowslike Whitesidelike Isaac Buttlike silvertongued O'Hagan. Eh?
Ahbloody nonsense. Psha! Only in the halfpenny place.

His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.

Would anyone wish that mouth for her kiss? How do you know? Why did
you write it then?

RHYMES AND REASONS

Mouthsouth. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth?
Must be some. Southpoutoutshoutdrouth. Rhymes: two men dressed
the samelooking the sametwo by two.


. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .LA TUA PACE
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .CHE PARLAR TI PIACE
. . . . .MENTREM CHE IL VENTOCOME FASI TACE.


He saw them three by threeapproaching girlsin greenin rosein
russetentwiningPER L'AER PERSOin mauvein purpleQUELLA PACIFICA
ORIAFIAMMAgold of oriflammeDI RIMIRAR FE PIU ARDENTI. But I old men
penitentleadenfootedunderdarkneath the night: mouth south: tomb womb.

--Speak up for yourselfMr O'Madden Burke said.

SUFFICIENT FOR THE DAY ...

J. J. O'Molloysmiling palelytook up the gage.
--My dear Myleshe saidflinging his cigarette asideyou put a false
construction on my words. I hold no briefas at present advisedfor the
third profession qua profession but your Cork legs are running away with
you. Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and
Edmund Burke? Ignatius Gallaher we all know and his Chapelizod boss
Harmsworth of the farthing pressand his American cousin of the Bowery
guttersheet not to mention PADDY KELLY'S BUDGETPUE'S OCCURRENCES and our
watchful friend THE SKIBBEREEN EAGLE. Why bring in a master of forensic
eloquence like Whiteside? Sufficient for the day is the newspaper thereof.


LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE

--Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paperthe editor cried in his
face. Irish volunteers. Where are you now? Established 1763. Dr Lucas.
Who have you now like John Philpot Curran? Psha!

--WellJ. J. O'Molloy saidBushe K.C.for example.

--Bushe? the editor said. Wellyes: Busheyes. He has a strain of it in
his blood. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe.

--He would have been on the bench long agothe professor saidonly
for ... But no matter.

J. J. O'Molloy turned to Stephen and said quietly and slowly:
--One of the most polished periods I think I ever listened to in my life
fell from the lips of Seymour Bushe. It was in that case of fratricide
the Childs murder case. Bushe defended him.

AND IN THE PORCHES OF MINE EAR DID POUR.

By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the
other storybeast with two backs?

--What was that? the professor asked.

ITALIAMAGISTRA ARTIUM

--He spoke on the law of evidenceJ. J. O'Molloy saidof Roman justice
as contrasted with the earlier Mosaic codethe LEX TALIONIS. And he cited
the Moses of Michelangelo in the vatican.

--Ha.

--A few wellchosen wordsLenehan prefaced. Silence!

Pause. J. J. O'Molloy took out his cigarettecase.

False lull. Something quite ordinary.

Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar.

I have often thought since on looking back over that strange time that
it was that small acttrivial in itselfthat striking of that match
that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives.

A POLISHED PERIOD

J. J. O'Molloy resumedmoulding his words:
--He said of it: THAT STONY EFFIGY IN FROZEN MUSICHORNED AND TERRIBLE
OF THE HUMAN FORM DIVINETHAT ETERNAL SYMBOL OF WISDOM AND OF PROPHECY
WHICHIF AUGHT THAT THE IMAGINATION OR THE HAND OF SCULPTOR HAS WROUGHT
IN MARBLE OF SOULTRANSFIGURED AND OF SOULTRANSFIGURING DESERVES TO LIVE
DESERVES TO LIVE.


His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall.

--Fine! Myles Crawford said at once.

--The divine afflatusMr O'Madden Burke said.

--You like it? J. J. O'Molloy asked Stephen.

Stephenhis blood wooed by grace of language and gestureblushed.
He took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O'Molloy offered his case to
Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his
trophysaying:

--Muchibus thankibus.

A MAN OF HIGH MORALE

--Professor Magennis was speaking to me about youJ. J. O'Molloy said to
Stephen. What do you think really of that hermetic crowdthe opal hush
poets: A. E. the mastermystic? That Blavatsky woman started it. She was a
nice old bag of tricks. A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer
that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to ask him about
planes of consciousness. Magennis thinks you must have been pulling

A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest moraleMagennis.
Speaking about me. What did he say? What did he say? What did he
say about me? Don't ask.

--Nothanksprofessor MacHugh saidwaving the cigarettecase aside.
Wait a moment. Let me say one thing. The finest display of oratory I ever
heard was a speech made by John F Taylor at the college historical
society. Mr Justice Fitzgibbonthe present lord justice of appealhad
spoken and the paper under debate was an essay (new for those days)
advocating the revival of the Irish tongue.

He turned towards Myles Crawford and said:

--You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his
discourse.

--He is sitting with Tim HealyJ. J. O'Molloy saidrumour has iton
the Trinity college estates commission.

--He is sitting with a sweet thingMyles Crawford saidin a child's
frock. Go on. Well?

--It was the speechmark youthe professor saidof a finished orator
full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction I will not
say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the
new movement. It was then a new movement. We were weaktherefore
worthless.

He closed his long thin lips an instant buteager to be onraised an
outspanned hand to his spectacles andwith trembling thumb and
ringfinger touching lightly the black rimssteadied them to a new focus.

IMPROMPTU

In ferial tone he addressed J. J. O'Molloy:


--Taylor had come thereyou must knowfrom a sickbed. That he had
prepared his speech I do not believe for there was not even one
shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy
beard round it. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he
looked (though he was not) a dying man.

His gaze turned at once but slowly from J. J. O'Molloy's towards
Stephen's face and then bent at once to the groundseeking. His unglazed
linen collar appeared behind his bent headsoiled by his withering hair.
Still seekinghe said:

--When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply.
Brieflyas well as I can bring them to mindhis words were these.

He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more.
Witless shellfish swam in the gross lenses to and froseeking outlet.

He began:

--MR CHAIRMANLADIES AND GENTLEMEN: GREAT WAS MY ADMIRATION IN LISTENING
TO THE REMARKS ADDRESSED TO THE YOUTH OF IRELAND A MOMENT SINCE BY MY
LEARNED FRIEND. IT SEEMED TO ME THAT I HAD BEEN TRANSPORTED INTO A COUNTRY
FAR AWAY FROM THIS COUNTRYINTO AN AGE REMOTE FROM THIS AGETHAT I STOOD
IN ANCIENT EGYPT AND THAT I WAS LISTENING TO THE SPEECH OF SOME HIGHPRIEST
OF THAT LAND ADDRESSED TO THE YOUTHFUL MOSES.

His listeners held their cigarettes poised to heartheir smokes
ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our
crooked smokes. Noble words coming. Look out. Could you try your hand at
it yourself?

--AND IT SEEMED TO ME THAT I HEARD THE VOICE OF THAT EGYPTIAN HIGHPRIEST
RAISED IN A TONE OF LIKE HAUGHTINESS AND LIKE PRIDE. I HEARD HIS WORDS AND
THEIR MEANING WAS REVEALED TO ME.

FROM THE FATHERS

It was revealed to me that those things are good which yet are
corrupted which neither if they were supremely good nor unless they were
good could be corrupted. Ahcurse you! That's saint Augustine.

--WHY WILL YOU JEWS NOT ACCEPT OUR CULTUREOUR RELIGION AND OUR
LANGUAGE? YOU ARE A TRIBE OF NOMAD HERDSMEN: WE ARE A MIGHTY PEOPLE. YOU
HAVE NO CITIES NOR NO WEALTH: OUR CITIES ARE HIVES OF HUMANITY AND OUR
GALLEYSTRIREME AND QUADRIREMELADEN WITH ALL MANNER MERCHANDISE FURROW
THE WATERS OF THE KNOWN GLOBE. YOU HAVE BUT EMERGED FROM PRIMITIVE
CONDITIONS: WE HAVE A LITERATUREA PRIESTHOODAN AGELONG HISTORY AND A
POLITY.

Nile.

Childmaneffigy.

By the Nilebank the babemaries kneelcradle of bulrushes: a man
supple in combat: stonehornedstonebeardedheart of stone.

--YOU PRAY TO A LOCAL AND OBSCURE IDOL: OUR TEMPLESMAJESTIC AND
MYSTERIOUSARE THE ABODES OF ISIS AND OSIRISOF HORUS AND AMMON RA.
YOURS SERFDOMAWE AND HUMBLENESS: OURS THUNDER AND THE SEAS. ISRAEL IS
WEAK AND FEW ARE HER CHILDREN: EGYPT IS AN HOST AND TERRIBLE ARE HER ARMS.

VAGRANTS AND DAYLABOURERS ARE YOU CALLED: THE WORLD TREMBLES AT OUR NAME.


A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it
boldly:

--BUTLADIES AND GENTLEMENHAD THE YOUTHFUL MOSES LISTENED TO AND
ACCEPTED THAT VIEW OF LIFEHAD HE BOWED HIS HEAD AND BOWED HIS WILL AND
BOWED HIS SPIRIT BEFORE THAT ARROGANT ADMONITION HE WOULD NEVER HAVE
BROUGHT THE CHOSEN PEOPLE OUT OF THEIR HOUSE OF BONDAGENOR FOLLOWED THE
PILLAR OF THE CLOUD BY DAY. HE WOULD NEVER HAVE SPOKEN WITH THE ETERNAL
AMID LIGHTNINGS ON SINAI'S MOUNTAINTOP NOR EVER HAVE COME DOWN WITH THE
LIGHT OF INSPIRATION SHINING IN HIS COUNTENANCE AND BEARING IN HIS ARMS
THE TABLES OF THE LAWGRAVEN IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE OUTLAW.

He ceased and looked at themenjoying a silence.

OMINOUS--FOR HIM!

J. J. O'Molloy said not without regret:
--And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.

--A sudden--at--the--moment--though--from--lingering--illness-often--
previously--expectorated--demiseLenehan added. And with a
great future behind him.

The troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the hallway and
pattering up the staircase.

--That is oratorythe professor said uncontradicted. Gone with the wind.
Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the kings. Miles of ears of porches.
The tribune's wordshowled and scattered to the four winds. A people
sheltered within his voice. Dead noise. Akasic records of all that ever
anywhere wherever was. Love and laud him: me no more.

I have money.

--GentlemenStephen said. As the next motion on the agenda paper may I
suggest that the house do now adjourn?

--You take my breath away. It is not perchance a French compliment? Mr
O'Madden Burke asked. 'Tis the hourmethinkswhen the winejug
metaphorically speakingis most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry.

--That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All that are in favour
say ayLenehan announced. The contrary no. I declare it carried. To which
particular boosing shed? ... My casting vote is: Mooney's!

He led the wayadmonishing:

--We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waterswill we not? Yes
we will not. By no manner of means.

Mr O'Madden Burkefollowing closesaid with an ally's lunge of his
umbrella:

--Lay onMacduff!

--Chip of the old block! the editor criedclapping Stephen on the
shoulder. Let us go. Where are those blasted keys?

He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.


--Foot and mouth. I know. That'll be all right. That'll go in. Where are
they? That's all right.

He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office.

LET US HOPE

J. J. O'Molloyabout to follow him insaid quietly to Stephen:
--I hope you will live to see it published. Mylesone moment.
He went into the inner officeclosing the door behind him.

--Come alongStephenthe professor said. That is fineisn't it? It has
the prophetic vision. FUIT ILIUM! The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms of this
world. The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.

The first newsboy came pattering down the stairs at their heels and
rushed out into the streetyelling:

--Racing special!

Dublin. I have muchmuch to learn.
They turned to the left along Abbey street.


--I have a vision tooStephen said.


--Yes? the professor saidskipping to get into step. Crawford will
follow.

Another newsboy shot past themyelling as he ran:
--Racing special!

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN

Dubliners.

--Two Dublin vestalsStephen saidelderly and pioushave lived fifty
and fiftythree years in Fumbally's lane.
--Where is that? the professor asked.


--Off BlackpittsStephen said.


Damp night reeking of hungry dough. Against the wall. Face
glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. Frantic hearts. Akasic records.
Quickerdarlint!


On now. Dare it. Let there be life.


--They want to see the views of Dublin from the top of Nelson's pillar.
They save up three and tenpence in a red tin letterbox moneybox. They
shake out the threepenny bits and sixpences and coax out the pennies with
the blade of a knife. Two and three in silver and one and seven in
coppers. They put on their bonnets and best clothes and take their
umbrellas for fear it may come on to rain.


--Wise virginsprofessor MacHugh said.



LIFE ON THE RAW

--They buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and four slices of panloaf at
the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins
proprietress ... They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at
the foot of Nelson's pillar to take off the thirst of the brawn. They give
two threepenny bits to the gentleman at the turnstile and begin to waddle
slowly up the winding staircasegruntingencouraging each otherafraid
of the darkpantingone asking the other have you the brawnpraising
God and the Blessed Virginthreatening to come downpeeping at the
airslits. Glory be to God. They had no idea it was that high.

Their names are Anne Kearns and Florence MacCabe. Anne Kearns
has the lumbago for which she rubs on Lourdes watergiven her by a lady
who got a bottleful from a passionist father. Florence MacCabe takes a
crubeen and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.

--Antithesisthe professor said nodding twice. Vestal virgins. I can see
them. What's keeping our friend?

He turned.

A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the stepsscattering in
all directionsyellingtheir white papers fluttering. Hard after them
Myles Crawford appeared on the stepshis hat aureoling his scarlet face
talking with J. J. O'Molloy.

--Come alongthe professor criedwaving his arm.

He set off again to walk by Stephen's side.

RETURN OF BLOOM

--Yeshe said. I see them.

Mr Bloombreathlesscaught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the
offices of the IRISH CATHOLIC AND DUBLIN PENNY JOURNALcalled:

--Mr Crawford! A moment!

--TELEGRAPH! Racing special!

--What is it? Myles Crawford saidfalling back a pace.

A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom's face:

--Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! A child bit by a bellows!

INTERVIEW WITH THE EDITOR

--Just this adMr Bloom saidpushing through towards the steps
puffingand taking the cutting from his pocket. I spoke with Mr Keyes
just now. He'll give a renewal for two monthshe says. After he'll see.
But he wants a par to call attention in the TELEGRAPH toothe Saturday
pink. And he wants it copied if it's not too late I told councillor
Nannetti from the KILKENNY PEOPLE. I can have access to it in the national


library. House of keysdon't you see? His name is Keyes. It's a play on
the name. But he practically promised he'd give the renewal. But he wants
just a little puff. What will I tell himMr Crawford?

K.M.A.
--Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? Myles Crawford said throwing out
his arm for emphasis. Tell him that straight from the stable.

A bit nervy. Look out for squalls. All off for a drink. Arm in arm.
Lenehan's yachting cap on the cadge beyond. Usual blarney. Wonder is
that young Dedalus the moving spirit. Has a good pair of boots on him
today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in muck
somewhere. Careless chap. What was he doing in Irishtown?

--WellMr Bloom saidhis eyes returningif I can get the design I
suppose it's worth a short par. He'd give the adI think. I'll tell
him ...

K.M.R.I.A.
--He can kiss my royal Irish arseMyles Crawford cried loudly over his
shoulder. Any time he likestell him.

While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode
on jerkily.

RAISING THE WIND

--NULLA BONAJackhe saidraising his hand to his chin. I'm up to
here. I've been through the hoop myself. I was looking for a fellow to
back a bill for me no later than last week. SorryJack. You must take the
will for the deed. With a heart and a half if I could raise the wind
anyhow.

J. J. O'Molloy pulled a long face and walked on silently. They caught
up on the others and walked abreast.
--When they have eaten the brawn and the bread and wiped their twenty
fingers in the paper the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the
railings.

--Something for youthe professor explained to Myles Crawford. Two old
Dublin women on the top of Nelson's pillar.

SOME COLUMN!--
THAT'S WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID


--That's newMyles Crawford said. That's copy. Out for the waxies
Dargle. Two old trickieswhat?

--But they are afraid the pillar will fallStephen went on. They see the
roofs and argue about where the different churches are: Rathmines' blue
domeAdam and Eve'ssaint Laurence O'Toole's. But it makes them giddy to
look so they pull up their skirts ...


THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES

--Easy allMyles Crawford said. No poetic licence. We're in the
archdiocese here.

--And settle down on their striped petticoatspeering up at the statue
of the onehandled adulterer.

--Onehandled adulterer! the professor cried. I like that. I see the idea.
I see what you mean.

DAMES DONATE DUBLIN'S CITS SPEEDPILLS
VELOCITOUS AEROLITHSBELIEF


--It gives them a crick in their necksStephen saidand they are too
tired to look up or down or to speak. They put the bag of plums between
them and eat the plums out of itone after anotherwiping off with their
handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of their mouths and spitting
the plumstones slowly out between the railings.

He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O'Madden
Burkehearingturnedbeckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.

--Finished? Myles Crawford said. So long as they do no worse.

SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON

PROBOSCIS. SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS. ITHACANS

VOW PEN IS CHAMP.

--You remind me of Antisthenesthe professor saida disciple of
Gorgiasthe sophist. It is said of him that none could tell if he were
bitterer against others or against himself. He was the son of a noble and
a bondwoman. And he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of beauty
from Argive Helen and handed it to poor Penelope.

Poor Penelope. Penelope Rich.

They made ready to cross O'Connell street.

HELLO THERECENTRAL!

At various points along the eight lines tramcars with motionless
trolleys stood in their tracksbound for or from RathminesRathfarnham
BlackrockKingstown and DalkeySandymount GreenRingsend and
Sandymount TowerDonnybrookPalmerston Park and Upper Rathmines
all stillbecalmed in short circuit. Hackney carscabsdelivery
waggonsmailvansprivate broughamsaerated mineral water floats with
rattling crates of bottlesrattledrolledhorsedrawnrapidly.

WHAT?--AND LIKEWISE--WHERE?

--But what do you call it? Myles Crawford asked. Where did they get the


plums?

VIRGILIANSAYS PEDAGOGUE.
SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR OLD MAN MOSES.


--Call itwaitthe professor saidopening his long lips wide to
reflect. Call itlet me see. Call it: DEUS NOBIS HAEC OTIA FECIT.

--NoStephen said. I call it A PISGAH SIGHT OF PALESTINE OR THE PARABLE
OF THE PLUMS.

--I seethe professor said.

He laughed richly.

--I seehe said again with new pleasure. Moses and the promised land. We
gave him that ideahe added to J. J. O'Molloy.

HORATIO IS CYNOSURE THIS FAIR JUNE DAY

J. J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and
held his peace.
--I seethe professor said.

He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson
through the meshes of his wry smile.

DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING
FOR FRISKY FRUMPS. ANNE WIMBLESFLO
WANGLES--YET CAN YOU BLAME THEM?


--Onehandled adultererhe said smiling grimly. That tickles meI must
say.

--Tickled the old ones tooMyles Crawford saidif the God Almighty's
truth was known.

* * * * * * *

Pineapple rocklemon plattbutter scotch. A sugarsticky girl
shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school treat.
Bad for their tummies. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty
the King. God. Save. Our. Sitting on his throne sucking red jujubes white.


A sombre Y.M.C.A. young manwatchful among the warm sweet
fumes of Graham Lemon'splaced a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.


Heart to heart talks.


Bloo ... Me? No.


Blood of the Lamb.


His slow feet walked him riverwardreading. Are you saved? All are
washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim. Birthhymen



martyrwarfoundation of a buildingsacrificekidney burntoffering
druids' altars. Elijah is coming. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the
church in Zion is coming.

IS COMING! IS COMING!! IS COMING!!!
ALL HEARTILY WELCOME.


Paying game. Torry and Alexander last year. Polygamy. His wife will
put the stopper on that. Where was that ad some Birmingham firm the
luminous crucifix. Our Saviour. Wake up in the dead of night and see him
on the wallhanging. Pepper's ghost idea. Iron nails ran in.

Phosphorus it must be done with. If you leave a bit of codfish for
instance. I could see the bluey silver over it. Night I went down to the
pantry in the kitchen. Don't like all the smells in it waiting to rush
out. What was it she wanted? The Malaga raisins. Thinking of Spain. Before
Rudy was born. The phosphorescencethat bluey greeny. Very good for the
brain.

From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's
walk. Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Must be
selling off some old furniture. Knew her eyes at once from the father.
Lobbing about waiting for him. Home always breaks up when the mother
goes. Fifteen children he had. Birth every year almost. That's in their
theology or the priest won't give the poor woman the confessionthe
absolution. Increase and multiply. Did you ever hear such an idea? Eat you
out of house and home. No families themselves to feed. Living on the fat
of the land. Their butteries and larders. I'd like to see them do the
black fast Yom Kippur. Crossbuns. One meal and a collation for fear he'd
collapse on the altar. A housekeeper of one of those fellows if you could
pick it out of her. Never pick it out of her. Like getting l.s.d. out of
him. Does himself well. No guests. All for number one. Watching his water.
Bring your own bread and butter. His reverence: mum's the word.

Good Lordthat poor child's dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks
too. Potatoes and margemarge and potatoes. It's after they feel it.
Proof of the pudding. Undermines the constitution.

As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up
from the parapet. Brewery barge with export stout. England. Sea air sours
itI heard. Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see the
brewery. Regular world in itself. Vats of porter wonderful. Rats get in
too. Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating. Dead drunk on
the porter. Drink till they puke again like christians. Imagine drinking
that! Rats: vats. Wellof courseif we knew all the things.

Looking down he saw flapping stronglywheeling between the gaunt
quaywallsgulls. Rough weather outside. If I threw myself down?
Reuben J's son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. One and
eightpence too much. Hhhhm. It's the droll way he comes out with the
things. Knows how to tell a story too.

They wheeled lower. Looking for grub. Wait.

He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Elijah thirtytwo
feet per sec is com. Not a bit. The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of
swellsfloated under by the bridgepiers. Not such damn fools. Also the
day I threw that stale cake out of the Erin's King picked it up in the
wake fifty yards astern. Live by their wits. They wheeledflapping.

THE HUNGRY FAMISHED GULL
FLAPS O'ER THE WATERS DULL.



That is how poets writethe similar sounds. But then Shakespeare has
no rhymes: blank verse. The flow of the language it is. The thoughts.
Solemn.

HAMLETI AM THY FATHER'S SPIRIT

DOOMED FOR A CERTAIN TIME TO WALK THE EARTH.

--Two apples a penny! Two for a penny!


His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand.
Australians they must be this time of year. Shiny peels: polishes them up
with a rag or a handkerchief.


Wait. Those poor birds.


He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury
cakes for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down
into the Liffey. See that? The gulls swooped silentlytwothen all from
their heightspouncing on prey. Gone. Every morsel.


Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his
hands. They never expected that. Manna. Live on fishfishy flesh
they haveall seabirdsgullsseagoose. Swans from Anna Liffey swim
down here sometimes to preen themselves. No accounting for tastes.
Wonder what kind is swanmeat. Robinson Crusoe had to live on them.


They wheeled flapping weakly. I'm not going to throw any more.
Penny quite enough. Lot of thanks I get. Not even a caw. They spread foot
and mouth disease too. If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes
like that. Eat pig like pig. But then why is it that saltwater fish are
not salty? How is that?


His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor
on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.


KINO'S
11/-
TROUSERS


Good idea that. Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation. How can
you own water really? It's always flowing in a streamnever the same
which in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream. All kinds
of places are good for ads. That quack doctor for the clap used to be
stuck up in all the greenhouses. Never see it now. Strictly confidential.
Dr Hy Franks. Didn't cost him a red like Maginni the dancing master self
advertisement. Got fellows to stick them up or stick them up himself for
that matter on the q. t. running in to loosen a button. Flybynight. Just
the place too. POST NO BILLS. POST 110 PILLS. Some chap with a dose
burning him.


If he ...?


O!


Eh?


No ... No.


Nono. I don't believe it. He wouldn't surely?



Nono.

Mr Bloom moved forwardraising his troubled eyes. Think no more about
that. After one. Timeball on the ballastoffice is down. Dunsink time.
Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's. Parallax. I never
exactly understood. There's a priest. Could ask him. Par it's Greek:
parallelparallax. Met him pike hoses she called it till I told her about
the transmigration. O rocks!

Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballastoffice. She's
right after all. Only big words for ordinary things on account of the
sound. She's not exactly witty. Can be rude too. Blurt out what I was
thinking. StillI don't know. She used to say Ben Dollard had a base
barreltone voice. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was singing
into a barrel. Nowisn't that wit. They used to call him big Ben. Not
half as witty as calling him base barreltone. Appetite like an albatross.
Get outside of a baron of beef. Powerful man he was at stowing away number
one Bass. Barrel of Bass. See? It all works out.

A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards
him along the gutterscarlet sashes across their boards. Bargains. Like
that priest they are this morning: we have sinned: we have suffered. He
read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. E. L. Y. S.
Wisdom Hely's. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his
foreboardcrammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. Our staple
food. Three bob a daywalking along the guttersstreet after street.
Just keep skin and bone togetherbread and skilly. They are not Boyl:
noM Glade's men. Doesn't bring in any business either. I suggested
to him about a transparent showcart with two smart girls sitting
inside writing letterscopybooksenvelopesblottingpaper. I bet that
would have caught on. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once.
Everyone dying to know what she's writing. Get twenty of them round you
if you stare at nothing. Have a finger in the pie. Women too. Curiosity.
Pillar of salt. Wouldn't have it of course because he didn't think
of it himself first. Or the inkbottle I suggested with a false stain
of black celluloid. His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under
the obituariescold meat department. You can't lick 'em. What? Our
envelopes. HelloJoneswhere are you going? Can't stopRobinson
I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser KANSELL
sold by Hely's Ltd85 Dame street. Well out of that ruck I am.
Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents. Tranquilla
convent. That was a nice nun therereally sweet face. Wimple suited her
small head. Sister? Sister? I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes.
Very hard to bargain with that sort of a woman. I disturbed her at her
devotions that morning. But glad to communicate with the outside world.
Our great dayshe said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Sweet name
too: caramel. She knew II think she knew by the way she. If she had
married she would have changed. I suppose they really were short of
money. Fried everything in the best butter all the same. No lard for them.
My heart's broke eating dripping. They like buttering themselves in and
out. Molly tasting ither veil up. Sister? Pat Claffeythe pawnbroker's
daughter. It was a nun they say invented barbed wire.

He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by.
Rover cycleshop. Those races are on today. How long ago is that? Year
Phil Gilligan died. We were in Lombard street west. Wait: was in Thom's.
Got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. Six years. Ten years ago:
ninetyfour he died yes that's right the big fire at Arnott's. Val Dillon
was lord mayor. The Glencree dinner. Alderman Robert O'Reilly emptying the
port into his soup before the flag fell. Bobbob lapping it for the inner
alderman. Couldn't hear what the band played. For what we have already
received may the Lord make us. Milly was a kiddy then. Molly had that
elephantgrey dress with the braided frogs. Mantailored with selfcovered


buttons. She didn't like it because I sprained my ankle first day she wore
choir picnic at the Sugarloaf. As if that. Old Goodwin's tall hat done up
with some sticky stuff. Flies' picnic too. Never put a dress on her back
like it. Fitted her like a gloveshoulders and hips. Just beginning to
plump it out well. Rabbitpie we had that day. People looking after her.

Happy. Happier then. Snug little room that was with the red
wallpaper. Dockrell'sone and ninepence a dozen. Milly's tubbing night.
American soap I bought: elderflower. Cosy smell of her bathwater. Funny
she looked soaped all over. Shapely too. Now photography. Poor papa's
daguerreotype atelier he told me of. Hereditary taste.

He walked along the curbstone.

Stream of life. What was the name of that priestylooking chap was
always squinting in when he passed? Weak eyeswoman. Stopped in
Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Pen something. Pendennis? My memory is
getting. Pen ...? Of course it's years ago. Noise of the trams probably.
Wellif he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he sees every day.

Bartell d'Arcy was the tenorjust coming out then. Seeing her home
after practice. Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache. Gave her that
song WINDS THAT BLOW FROM THE SOUTH.

Windy night that was I went to fetch her there was that lodge meeting
on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the supperroom
or oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew
out of my hand against the High school railings. Lucky it didn't. Thing
like that spoils the effect of a night for her. Professor Goodwin linking
her in front. Shaky on his pinspoor old sot. His farewell concerts.
Positively last appearance on any stage. May be for months and may be for
never. Remember her laughing at the windher blizzard collar up. Corner
of Harcourt road remember that gust. Brrfoo! Blew up all her skirts and
her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. She did get flushed in the wind.
Remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up those pieces
of lap of mutton for her supper with the Chutney sauce she liked. And the
mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth unclamping the
busk of her stays: white.

Swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed. Always warm from
her. Always liked to let her self out. Sitting there after till near two
taking out her hairpins. Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy.
That was the night ...

--OMr Bloomhow do you do?

--Ohow do you doMrs Breen?

--No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven't seen her for ages.

--In the pinkMr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in
Mullingaryou know.

--Go away! Isn't that grand for her?

--Yes. In a photographer's there. Getting on like a house on fire. How are
all your charges?

--All on the baker's listMrs Breen said.

How many has she? No other in sight.

--You're in blackI see. You have no ...


--NoMr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral.

Going to crop up all dayI foresee. Who's deadwhen and what did
he die of? Turn up like a bad penny.

--Odear meMrs Breen said. I hope it wasn't any near relation.

May as well get her sympathy.

--DignamMr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly
poor fellow. Heart troubleI believe. Funeral was this morning.

YOUR FUNERAL'S TOMORROW
WHILE YOU'RE COMING THROUGH THE RYE.
DIDDLEDIDDLE DUMDUM
DIDDLEDIDDLE ...


--Sad to lose the old friendsMrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily.


Now that's quite enough about that. Just: quietly: husband.


--And your lord and master?


Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn't lost them anyhow.


--Odon't be talking! she said. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. He's in
there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me
heartscalded. Wait till I show you.


Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly
poured out from Harrison's. The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr
Bloom's gullet. Want to make good pastrybutterbest flourDemerara
sugaror they'd taste it with the hot tea. Or is it from her? A barefoot
arab stood over the gratingbreathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of
hunger that way. Pleasure or pain is it? Penny dinner. Knife and fork
chained to the table.


Opening her handbagchipped leather. Hatpin: ought to have a
guard on those things. Stick it in a chap's eye in the tram. Rummaging.
Open. Money. Please take one. Devils if they lose sixpence. Raise Cain.
Husband barging. Where's the ten shillings I gave you on Monday? Are
you feeding your little brother's family? Soiled handkerchief:
medicinebottle. Pastille that was fell. What is she? ...


--There must be a new moon outshe said. He's always bad then. Do you
know what he did last night?


Her hand ceased to rummage. Her eyes fixed themselves on himwide
in alarmyet smiling.


--What? Mr Bloom asked.


Let her speak. Look straight in her eyes. I believe you. Trust me.


--Woke me up in the nightshe said. Dream he hada nightmare.


Indiges.


--Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs.


--The ace of spades! Mr Bloom said.



She took a folded postcard from her handbag.

--Read thatshe said. He got it this morning.

--What is it? Mr Bloom askedtaking the card. U.P.?

--U.P.: upshe said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It's a great shame
for them whoever he is.

--Indeed it isMr Bloom said.

She took back the cardsighing.

--And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He's going to take an
action for ten thousand poundshe says.

She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.

Same blue serge dress she had two years agothe nap bleaching. Seen
its best days. Wispish hair over her ears. And that dowdy toque: three old
grapes to take the harm out of it. Shabby genteel. She used to be a tasty
dresser. Lines round her mouth. Only a year or so older than Molly.

See the eye that woman gave herpassing. Cruel. The unfair sex.

He looked still at herholding back behind his look his discontent.
Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. I'm hungry too. Flakes of pastry
on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek.
Rhubarb tart with liberal fillingsrich fruit interior. Josie Powell that
was. In Luke Doyle's long ago. Dolphin's Barnthe charades. U.P.: up.

Change the subject.

--Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy? Mr Bloom asked.

--Mina Purefoy? she said.

Philip Beaufoy I was thinking. Playgoers' Club. Matcham often
thinks of the masterstroke. Did I pull the chain? Yes. The last act.

--Yes.

--I just called to ask on the way in is she over it. She's in the lying-in
hospital in Holles street. Dr Horne got her in. She's three days bad now.

--OMr Bloom said. I'm sorry to hear that.

--YesMrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It's a very stiff
birththe nurse told me.

---OMr Bloom said.

His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. His tongue clacked in
compassion. Dth! Dth!

--I'm sorry to hear thathe said. Poor thing! Three days! That's terrible
for her.

Mrs Breen nodded.

--She was taken bad on the Tuesday ...

Mr Bloom touched her funnybone gentlywarning her:


--Mind! Let this man pass.


A bony form strode along the curbstone from the river staring with a
rapt gaze into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass. Tight as a
skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head. From his arm a folded dustcoata
stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride.


--Watch himMr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts. Watch!


--Who is he if it's a fair question? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?


--His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall FarrellMr
Bloom said smiling. Watch!


--He has enough of themshe said. Denis will be like that one of these
days.


She broke off suddenly.


--There he isshe said. I must go after him. Goodbye. Remember me to
Mollywon't you?


--I willMr Bloom said.


He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts. Denis
Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison's
hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs. Blown in from the bay. Like old
times. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his
dull grey beard towards herhis loose jaw wagging as he spoke earnestly.


Meshuggah. Off his chump.


Mr Bloom walked on again easilyseeing ahead of him in sunlight the
tight skullpiecethe dangling stickumbrelladustcoat. Going the two days.
Watch him! Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world. And
that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Hard time she must have with
him.


U.P.: up. I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding.
Wrote it for a lark in the Scotch house I bet anything. Round to Menton's
office. His oyster eyes staring at the postcard. Be a feast for the gods.


He passed the IRISH TIMES. There might be other answers Iying there.
Like to answer them all. Good system for criminals. Code. At their lunch
now. Clerk with the glasses there doesn't know me. Oleave them there to
simmer. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them. Wantedsmart
lady typist to aid gentleman in literary work. I called you naughty
darling because I do not like that other world. Please tell me what is the
meaning. Please tell me what perfume does your wife. Tell me who made the
world. The way they spring those questions on you. And the other one
Lizzie Twigg. My literary efforts have had the good fortune to meet with
the approval of the eminent poet A. E. (Mr Geo. Russell). No time to do
her hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry.


Best paper by long chalks for a small ad. Got the provinces now.
Cook and generalexc. cuisinehousemaid kept. Wanted live man for spirit
counter. Resp. girl (R.C.) wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop.
James Carlisle made that. Six and a half per cent dividend. Made a big
deal on Coates's shares. Ca' canny. Cunning old Scotch hunks. All the
toady news. Our gracious and popular vicereine. Bought the IRISH FIELD
now. Lady Mountcashel has quite recovered after her confinement and rode
out with the Ward Union staghounds at the enlargement yesterday at
Rathoath. Uneatable fox. Pothunters too. Fear injects juices make it
tender enough for them. Riding astride. Sit her horse like a man.



Weightcarrying huntress. No sidesaddle or pillion for hernot for Joe.
First to the meet and in at the death. Strong as a brood mare some of
those horsey women. Swagger around livery stables. Toss off a glass of
brandy neat while you'd say knife. That one at the Grosvenor this morning.
Up with her on the car: wishswish. Stonewall or fivebarred gate
put her mount to it. Think that pugnosed driver did it out of spite.
Who is this she was like? O yes! Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me
her old wraps and black underclothes in the Shelbourne hotel.
Divorced Spanish American. Didn't take a feather out of her
my handling them. As if I was her clotheshorse. Saw her in the
viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in with Whelan of the
EXPRESS. Scavenging what the quality left. High tea. Mayonnaise I poured
on the plums thinking it was custard. Her ears ought to have tingled for a
few weeks after. Want to be a bull for her. Born courtesan. No nursery
work for herthanks.

Poor Mrs Purefoy! Methodist husband. Method in his madness.
Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy. Y. M. C. A.
Eating with a stopwatchthirtytwo chews to the minute. And still his
muttonchop whiskers grew. Supposed to be well connected. Theodore's
cousin in Dublin Castle. One tony relative in every family. Hardy annuals
he presents her with. Saw him out at the Three Jolly Topers marching along
bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet. The squallers.
Poor thing! Then having to give the breast year after year all hours of
the night. Selfish those t.t's are. Dog in the manger. Only one lump of
sugar in my teaif you please.

He stood at Fleet street crossing. Luncheon interval. A sixpenny at
Rowe's? Must look up that ad in the national library. An eightpenny in the
Burton. Better. On my way.

He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea. I forgot
to tap Tom Kernan.

Sss. Dthdthdth! Three days imagine groaning on a bed with a
vinegared handkerchief round her foreheadher belly swollen out. Phew!
Dreadful simply! Child's head too big: forceps. Doubled up inside her
trying to butt its way out blindlygroping for the way out. Kill me that
would. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. They ought to invent something
to stop that. Life with hard labour. Twilight sleep idea: queen Victoria
was given that. Nine she had. A good layer. Old woman that lived in a shoe
she had so many children. Suppose he was consumptive. Time someone thought
about it instead of gassing about the what was it the pensive bosom of the
silver effulgence. Flapdoodle to feed fools on. They could easily have big
establishments whole thing quite painless out of all the taxes give every
child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyone five per cent is
a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal
system encourage people to put by money save hundred and ten and a bit
twentyone years want to work it out on paper come to a tidy sum more than
you think.

Not stillborn of course. They are not even registered. Trouble for
nothing.

Funny sight two of them togethertheir bellies out. Molly and Mrs
Moisel. Mothers' meeting. Phthisis retires for the time beingthen
returns. How flat they look all of a sudden after. Peaceful eyes.
Weight off their mind. Old Mrs Thornton was a jolly old soul. All
my babiesshe said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed
them. Othat's nyumnyum. Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son.
His first bow to the public. Head like a prize pumpkin. Snuffy Dr Murren.
People knocking them up at all hours. For God' sakedoctor. Wife in
her throes. Then keep them waiting months for their fee. To attendance
on your wife. No gratitude in people. Humane doctorsmost of them.


Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of
pigeons flew. Their little frolic after meals. Who will we do it on? I
pick the fellow in black. Here goes. Here's good luck. Must be thrilling
from the air. Apjohnmyself and Owen Goldberg up in the trees near Goose
green playing the monkeys. Mackerel they called me.

A squad of constables debouched from College streetmarching in
Indian file. Goosestep. Foodheated facessweating helmetspatting their
truncheons. After their feed with a good load of fat soup under their
belts. Policeman's lot is oft a happy one. They split up in groups and
scatteredsalutingtowards their beats. Let out to graze. Best moment to
attack one in pudding time. A punch in his dinner. A squad of others
marching irregularlyrounded Trinity railings making for the station.
Bound for their troughs. Prepare to receive cavalry. Prepare to receive
soup.

He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. They did right to
put him up over a urinal: meeting of the waters. Ought to be places for
women. Running into cakeshops. Settle my hat straight. THERE IS NOT IN
THIS WIDE WORLD A VALLEE. Great song of Julia Morkan's. Kept her voice up
to the very last. Pupil of Michael Balfe'swasn't she?

He gazed after the last broad tunic. Nasty customers to tackle. Jack
Power could a tale unfold: father a G man. If a fellow gave them trouble
being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell. Can't
blame them after all with the job they have especially the young hornies.
That horsepoliceman the day Joe Chamberlain was given his degree in
Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His horse's hoofs
clattering after us down Abbey street. Lucky I had the presence of mind to
dive into Manning's or I was souped. He did come a wallopby George.
Must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones. I oughtn't to have got
myself swept along with those medicals. And the Trinity jibs in their
mortarboards. Looking for trouble. Still I got to know that young Dixon
who dressed that sting for me in the Mater and now he's in Holles street
where Mrs Purefoy. Wheels within wheels. Police whistle in my ears still.
All skedaddled. Why he fixed on me. Give me in charge. Right here it
began.

--Up the Boers!

--Three cheers for De Wet!

--We'll hang Joe Chamberlain on a sourapple tree.

Silly billies: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out. Vinegar hill.
The Butter exchange band. Few years' time half of them magistrates and
civil servants. War comes on: into the army helterskelter: same fellows
used to. Whether on the scaffold high.

Never know who you're talking to. Corny Kelleher he has Harvey
Duff in his eye. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the
gaff on the invincibles. Member of the corporation too. Egging raw youths
on to get in the know all the time drawing secret service pay from the
castle. Drop him like a hot potato. Why those plainclothes men are always
courting slaveys. Easily twig a man used to uniform. Squarepushing up
against a backdoor. Maul her a bit. Then the next thing on the menu. And
who is the gentleman does be visiting there? Was the young master saying
anything? Peeping Tom through the keyhole. Decoy duck. Hotblooded young
student fooling round her fat arms ironing.

--Are those yoursMary?

--I don't wear such things ... Stop or I'll tell the missus on you.


Out half the night.

--There are great times comingMary. Wait till you see.

--Ahgelong with your great times coming.

Barmaids too. Tobaccoshopgirls.

James Stephens' idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so
that a fellow couldn't round on more than his own ring. Sinn Fein. Back
out you get the knife. Hidden hand. Stay in. The firing squad. Turnkey's
daughter got him out of Richmondoff from Lusk. Putting up in the
Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses. Garibaldi.

You must have a certain fascination: Parnell. Arthur Griffith is a
squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob. Or gas about our
lovely land. Gammon and spinach. Dublin Bakery Company's tearoom.
Debating societies. That republicanism is the best form of government.
That the language question should take precedence of the economic
question. Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. Stuff them
up with meat and drink. Michaelmas goose. Here's a good lump of thyme
seasoning under the apron for you. Have another quart of goosegrease
before it gets too cold. Halffed enthusiasts. Penny roll and a walk with
the band. No grace for the carver. The thought that the other chap pays
best sauce in the world. Make themselves thoroughly at home. Show us over
those apricotsmeaning peaches. The not far distant day. Homerule sun
rising up in the northwest.

His smile faded as he walkeda heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly
shadowing Trinity's surly front. Trams passed one anotheringoing
outgoingclanging. Useless words. Things go on sameday after day:
squads of police marching outback: trams inout. Those two loonies
mooching about. Dignam carted off. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed
groaning to have a child tugged out of her. One born every second
somewhere. Other dying every second. Since I fed the birds five minutes.
Three hundred kicked the bucket. Other three hundred bornwashing the
blood offall are washed in the blood of the lambbawling maaaaaa.

Cityful passing awayother cityful comingpassing away too: other
coming onpassing on. Houseslines of housesstreetsmiles of
pavementspiledup bricksstones. Changing hands. This ownerthat.
Landlord never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets
his notice to quit. They buy the place up with gold and still they
have all the gold. Swindle in it somewhere. Piled up in citiesworn
away age after age. Pyramids in sand. Built on bread and onions.
Slaves Chinese wall. Babylon. Big stones left. Round towers. Rest rubble
sprawling suburbsjerrybuilt. Kerwan's mushroom houses built of breeze.
Shelterfor the night.

No-one is anything.

This is the very worst hour of the day. Vitality. Dullgloomy: hate
this hour. Feel as if I had been eaten and spewed.

Provost's house. The reverend Dr Salmon: tinned salmon. Well
tinned in there. Like a mortuary chapel. Wouldn't live in it if they paid
me. Hope they have liver and bacon today. Nature abhors a vacuum.

The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware
opposite in Walter Sexton's window by which John Howard Parnell passed
unseeing.

There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that's a
coincidence. Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don't


meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a
corporation meeting today. They say he never put on the city marshal's
uniform since he got the job. Charley Kavanagh used to come out on his
high horsecocked hatpuffedpowdered and shaved. Look at the
woebegone walk of him. Eaten a bad egg. Poached eyes on ghost. I have a
pain. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. He'd look nice on the
city charger. Drop into the D.B.C. probably for his coffeeplay chess
there. His brother used men as pawns. Let them all go to pot. Afraid to
pass a remark on him. Freeze them up with that eye of his. That's the
fascination: the name. All a bit touched. Mad Fanny and his other sister
Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. Bolt upright lik

surgeon M'Ardle. Still David Sheehy beat him for south Meath.
Apply for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life. The patriot's
banquet. Eating orangepeels in the park. Simon Dedalus said when they put
him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the grave and lead
him out of the house of commons by the arm.

--Of the twoheaded octopusone of whose heads is the head upon which
the ends of the world have forgotten to come while the other speaks with a
Scotch accent. The tentacles ...


They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Beard and
bicycle. Young woman.


And there he is too. Now that's really a coincidence: second time.
Coming events cast their shadows before. With the approval of the eminent
poetMr Geo. Russell. That might be Lizzie Twigg with him. A. E.: what
does that mean? Initials perhaps. Albert EdwardArthur Edmund
Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. What was he saying? The ends of the world
with a Scotch accent. Tentacles: octopus. Something occult: symbolism.
Holding forth. She's taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid gentleman
in literary work.


His eyes followed the high figure in homespunbeard and bicyclea
listening woman at his side. Coming from the vegetarian. Only
weggebobbles and fruit. Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that
cow will pursue you through all eternity. They say it's healthier.
Windandwatery though. Tried it. Keep you on the run all day. Bad as a
bloater. Dreams all night. Why do they call that thing they gave me
nutsteak? Nutarians. Fruitarians. To give you the idea you are eating
rumpsteak. Absurd. Salty too. They cook in soda. Keep you sitting by the
tap all night.


Her stockings are loose over her ankles. I detest that: so tasteless.
Those literary etherial people they are all. Dreamycloudysymbolistic.
Esthetes they are. I wouldn't be surprised if it was that kind of food you
see produces the like waves of the brain the poetical. For example one of
those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn't squeeze
a line of poetry out of him. Don't know what poetry is even. Must be in a
certain mood.


THE DREAMY CLOUDY GULL
WAVES O'ER THE WATERS DULL.


He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of
Yeates and Sonpricing the fieldglasses. Or will I drop into old Harris's
and have a chat with young Sinclair? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his
lunch. Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Goerz lenses six
guineas. Germans making their way everywhere. Sell on easy terms to
capture trade. Undercutting. Might chance on a pair in the railway lost
property office. Astonishing the things people leave behind them in trains
and cloakrooms. What do they be thinking about? Women too. Incredible.


Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up that farmer's daughter's ba
and hand it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed money too. There's a
little watch up there on the roof of the bank to test those glasses by.

His lids came down on the lower rims of his irides. Can't see it. If you
imagine it's there you can almost see it. Can't see it.

He faced about andstanding between the awningsheld out his right
hand at arm's length towards the sun. Wanted to try that often. Yes:
completely. The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. Must
be the focus where the rays cross. If I had black glasses. Interesting.
There was a lot of talk about those sunspots when we were in Lombard
street west. Looking up from the back garden. Terrific explosions they
are. There will be a total eclipse this year: autumn some time.

Now that I come to think of it that ball falls at Greenwich time. It's
the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Must go out there
some first Saturday of the month. If I could get an introduction to
professor Joly or learn up something about his family. That would do to:
man always feels complimented. Flattery where least expected. Nobleman
proud to be descended from some king's mistress. His foremother. Lay it on
with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land. Not go in and blurt out
what you know you're not to: what's parallax? Show this gentleman the
door.

Ah.

His hand fell to his side again.

Never know anything about it. Waste of time. Gasballs spinning
aboutcrossing each otherpassing. Same old dingdong always. Gas: then
solid: then world: then cold: then dead shell drifting aroundfrozen
rocklike that pineapple rock. The moon. Must be a new moon outshe
said. I believe there is.

He went on by la maison Claire.

Wait. The full moon was the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly
there is a new moon. Walking down by the Tolka. Not bad for a Fairview
moon. She was humming. The young May moon she's beaminglove. He
other side of her. Elbowarm. He. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaminglove.
Touch. Fingers. Asking. Answer. Yes.

Stop. Stop. If it was it was. Must.

Mr Bloomquickbreathingslowlier walking passed Adam court.

With a keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the street here
middle of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. On his annual bend
M Coy said. They drink in order to say or do something or CHERCHEZ LA
FEMME. Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the
rest of the year sober as a judge.

Yes. Thought so. Sloping into the Empire. Gone. Plain soda would do
him good. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran
the Queen's. Broth of a boy. Dion Boucicault business with his
harvestmoon face in a poky bonnet. Three Purty Maids from School. How
time flieseh? Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Drinkers
drinkinglaughed splutteringtheir drink against their breath. More
powerPat. Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke. Take off that
white hat. His parboiled eyes. Where is he now? Beggar somewhere. The harp
that once did starve us all.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Twentyeight I was.


She twentythree. When we left Lombard street west something changed.
Could never like it again after Rudy. Can't bring back time. Like holding
water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then.
Would you? Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy?
Wants to sew on buttons for me. I must answer. Write it in the library.


Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Muslin
printssilkdames and dowagersjingle of harnesseshoofthuds lowringing
in the baking causeway. Thick feet that woman has in the white stockings.
Hope the rain mucks them up on her. Countrybred chawbacon. All the beef
to the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of
plumb.


He passeddallyingthe windows of Brown Thomassilk mercers.
Cascades of ribbons. Flimsy China silks. A tilted urn poured from its
mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. The huguenots brought
that here. LA CAUSA E SANTA! Tara Tara. Great chorus that. Taree tara.
Must be washed in rainwater. Meyerbeer. Tara: bom bom bom.


Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all
over the place. Needles in window curtains.


He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today
anyhow. Must go back for that lotion. For her birthday perhaps.
Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Nearly three months off. Then she mightn't
like it. Women won't pick up pins. Say it cuts lo.


Gleaming silkspetticoats on slim brass railsrays of flat silk
stockings.


Useless to go back. Had to be. Tell me all.


High voices. Sunwarm silk. Jingling harnesses. All for a woman
home and housessilkwebssilverrich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Agendath
Netaim. Wealth of the world.


A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain
yielded. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh
obscurelyhe mutely craved to adore.


Duke street. Here we are. Must eat. The Burton. Feel better then.


He turned Combridge's cornerstill pursued. Jinglinghoofthuds.
Perfumed bodieswarmfull. All kissedyielded: in deep summer fields
tangled pressed grassin trickling hallways of tenementsalong sofas
creaking beds.


--Jacklove!


--Darling!


--Kiss meReggy!


--My boy!


--Love!


His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink
gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuiceslush of greens. See the
animals feed.


Menmenmen.


Perched on high stools by the barhats shoved backat the tables



calling for more bread no chargeswillingwolfing gobfuls of sloppy
foodtheir eyes bulgingwiping wetted moustaches. A pallid suetfaced
young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. New
set of microbes. A man with an infant's saucestained napkin tucked round
him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. A man spitting back on his
plate: halfmasticated gristle: gums: no teeth to chewchewchew it. Chump
chop from the grill. Bolting to get it over. Sad booser's eyes. Bitten off
more than he can chew. Am I like that? See ourselves as others see us.
Hungry man is an angry man. Working tooth and jaw. Don't! O! A bone! That
last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the schoolpoem choked himself at
Sletty southward of the Boyne. Wonder what he was eating. Something
galoptious. Saint Patrick converted him to Christianity. Couldn't swallow
it all however.

--Roast beef and cabbage.

--One stew.

Smells of men. His gorge rose. Spaton sawdustsweetish warmish
cigarette smokereek of plugspilt beermen's beery pissthe stale of
ferment.

Couldn't eat a morsel here. Fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat
all before himold chap picking his tootles. Slight spasmfullchewing
the cud. Before and after. Grace after meals. Look on this picture then on
that. Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread. Lick it off the
plateman! Get out of this.

He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaterstightening the wings of
his nose.

--Two stouts here.

--One corned and cabbage.

That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life
depended on it. Good stroke. Give me the fidgets to look. Safer to eat
from his three hands. Tear it limb from limb. Second nature to him. Born
with a silver knife in his mouth. That's wittyI think. Or no. Silver
means born rich. Born with a knife. But then the allusion is lost.

An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. Rockthe head
bailiffstanding at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard. Well
up: it splashed yellow near his boot. A dinerknife and fork upright
elbows on tableready for a second helping stared towards the foodlift
across his stained square of newspaper. Other chap telling him something
with his mouth full. Sympathetic listener. Table talk. I munched hum un
thu Unchster Bunk un Munchday. Ha? Did youfaith?

Mr Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his lips. His eyes said:

--Not here. Don't see him.

Out. I hate dirty eaters.

He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Stopgap.
Keep me going. Had a good breakfast.

--Roast and mashed here.

--Pint of stout.

Every fellow for his owntooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.


He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street.
Eat or be eaten. Kill! Kill!

Suppose that communal kitchen years to come perhaps. All trotting
down with porringers and tommycans to be filled. Devour contents in the
street. John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every mother's
son don't talk of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children
cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops. From Ailesbury road
Clyde roadartisans' dwellingsnorth Dublin unionlord mayor in his
gingerbread coachold queen in a bathchair. My plate's empty. After you
with our incorporated drinkingcup. Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain.
Rub off the microbes with your handkerchief. Next chap rubs on a new
batch with his. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them all. Have rows
all the same. All for number one. Children fighting for the scrapings of
the pot. Want a souppot as big as the Phoenix park. Harpooning flitches
and hindquarters out of it. Hate people all round you. City Arms hotel
TABLE D'HOTE she called it. Soupjoint and sweet. Never know whose
thoughts you're chewing. Then who'd wash up all the plates and forks?
Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Teeth getting worse and worse.

After all there's a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the
earth garlic of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of
onions mushrooms truffles. Pain to the animal too. Pluck and draw fowl.
Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe to split
their skulls open. Moo. Poor trembling calves. Meh. Staggering bob. Bubble
and squeak. Butchers' buckets wobbly lights. Give us that brisket off the
hook. Plup. Rawhead and bloody bones. Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from
their haunchessheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.
Top and lashers going out. Don't maul them piecesyoung one.

Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. Blood always needed.
Insidious. Lick it up smokinghotthick sugary. Famished ghosts.

AhI'm hungry.

He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a
drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me
once.

What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff?

--HelloBloomNosey Flynn said from his nook.

--HelloFlynn.

--How's things?

--Tiptop ... Let me see. I'll take a glass of burgundy and ... let
me see.

Sardines on the shelves. Almost taste them by looking. Sandwich?
Ham and his descendants musterred and bred there. Potted meats. What is
home without Plumtree's potted meat? Incomplete. What a stupid ad!
Under the obituary notices they stuck it. All up a plumtree. Dignam's
potted meat. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. White missionary too
salty. Like pickled pork. Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour.
Ought to be tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect.
THERE WAS A RIGHT ROYAL OLD NIGGER. WHO ATE OR SOMETHING THE SOMETHINGS OF
THE REVEREND MR MACTRIGGER. With it an abode of bliss. Lord knows what
concoction. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. Puzzle
find the meat. Kosher. No meat and milk together. Hygiene that was what
they call now. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. Peace and war
depend on some fellow's digestion. Religions. Christmas turkeys and geese.
Slaughter of innocents. Eat drink and be merry. Then casual wards full


after. Heads bandaged. Cheese digests all but itself. Mity cheese.

--Have you a cheese sandwich?

--Yessir.

Like a few olives too if they had them. Italian I prefer. Good glass of
burgundy take away that. Lubricate. A nice saladcool as a cucumberTom
Kernan can dress. Puts gusto into it. Pure olive oil. Milly served me that
cutlet with a sprig of parsley. Take one Spanish onion. God made foodthe
devil the cooks. Devilled crab.


--Wife well?


--Quite wellthanks ... A cheese sandwichthen. Gorgonzolahave you?


--Yessir.


Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.


--Doing any singing those times?


Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear. Flap ears to match.
Music. Knows as much about it as my coachman. Still better tell him. Does
no harm. Free ad.


--She's engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard
perhaps.


--No. Othat's the style. Who's getting it up?


The curate served.


--How much is that?


--Seven d.sir ... Thank yousir.


Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. MR MACTRIGGER. Easier
than the dreamy creamy stuff. HIS FIVE HUNDRED WIVES. HAD THE TIME OF
THEIR LIVES.


--Mustardsir?


--Thank you.


He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. THEIR LIVES. I have it.
IT GREW BIGGER AND BIGGER AND BIGGER.


--Getting it up? he said. Wellit's like a company ideayou see. Part
shares and part profits.


--Aynow I rememberNosey Flynn saidputting his hand in his pocket to
scratch his groin. Who is this was telling me? Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed
up in it?


A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom's heart.
He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock
five minutes fast. Time going on. Hands moving. Two. Not yet.


His midriff yearned then upwardsank within himyearned more longly
longingly.


Wine.



He smellsipped the cordial juice andbidding his throat strongly to
speed itset his wineglass delicately down.


--Yeshe said. He's the organiser in point of fact.


No fear: no brains.


Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Flea having a good square meal.


--He had a good slice of luckJack Mooney was telling meover that
boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the Portobello
barracks. By Godhe had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he
was telling me ...


Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass. Nosnuffled it
up.


--For near a monthmanbefore it came off. Sucking duck eggs by God till
further orders. Keep him off the boosesee? Oby GodBlazes is a hairy
chap.


Davy Byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched
shirtsleevescleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring's
blush. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete.
Too much fat on the parsnips.


--And here's himself and pepper on himNosey Flynn said. Can you give
us a good one for the Gold cup?


--I'm off thatMr FlynnDavy Byrne answered. I never put anything on a
horse.


--You're right thereNosey Flynn said.


Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwichfresh clean breadwith relish of
disgust pungent mustardthe feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his
wine soothed his palate. Not logwood that. Tastes fuller this weather with
the chill off.


Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed.
Like the way it curves there.


--I wouldn't do anything at all in that lineDavy Byrne said. It ruined
many a manthe same horses.


Vintners' sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beerwine and spirits
for consumption on the premises. Heads I win tails you lose.


--True for youNosey Flynn said. Unless you're in the know. There's no
straight sport going now. Lenehan gets some good ones. He's giving
Sceptre today. Zinfandel's the favouritelord Howard de Walden'swon at
Epsom. Morny Cannon is riding him. I could have got seven to one against
Saint Amant a fortnight before.


--That so? Davy Byrne said ...


He went towards the window andtaking up the pettycash bookscanned
its pages.


--I couldfaithNosey Flynn saidsnuffling. That was a rare bit of
horseflesh. Saint Frusquin was her sire. She won in a thunderstorm
Rothschild's fillywith wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow cap.
Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O'Gaunt. He put me off it. Ay.



He drank resignedly from his tumblerrunning his fingers down the flutes.

--Ayhe saidsighing.

Mr Bloomchampingstandinglooked upon his sigh. Nosey
numbskull. Will I tell him that horse Lenehan? He knows already. Better
let him forget. Go and lose more. Fool and his money. Dewdrop coming down
again. Cold nose he'd have kissing a woman. Still they might like. Prickly
beards they like. Dogs' cold noses. Old Mrs Riordan with the rumbling
stomach's Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel. Molly fondling him in her
lap. Othe big doggybowwowsywowsy!

Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment
mawkish cheese. Nice wine it is. Taste it better because I'm not thirsty.
Bath of course does that. Just a bite or two. Then about six o'clock I can.
Six. Six. Time will be gone then. She ...

Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that badly. Felt so off
colour. His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins: sardinesgaudy lobsters'
claws. All the odd things people pick up for food. Out of shellsperiwinkles
with a pinoff treessnails out of the ground the French eatout of the sea
with bait on a hook. Silly fish learn nothing in a thousand years. If you
didn't know risky putting anything into your mouth. Poisonous berries.
Johnny Magories. Roundness you think good. Gaudy colour warns you
off. One fellow told another and so on. Try it on the dog first. Led on by the
smell or the look. Tempting fruit. Ice cones. Cream. Instinct. Orangegroves
for instance. Need artificial irrigation. Bleibtreustrasse. Yes but what about
oysters. Unsightly like a clot of phlegm. Filthy shells. Devil to open them
too. Who found them out? Garbagesewage they feed on. Fizz and Red
bank oysters. Effect on the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red Bank this
morning. Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no
June has no ar no oysters. But there are people like things high. Tainted
game. Jugged hare. First catch your hare. Chinese eating eggs fifty years
oldblue and green again. Dinner of thirty courses. Each dish harmless
might mix inside. Idea for a poison mystery. That archduke Leopold was it
no yes or was it Otto one of those Habsburgs? Or who was it used to eat
the scruff off his own head? Cheapest lunch in town. Of course aristocrats
then the others copy to be in the fashion. Milly too rock oil and flour. Raw
pastry I like myself. Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the sea to
keep up the price. Cheap no-one would buy. Caviare. Do the grand. Hock
in green glasses. Swell blowout. Lady this. Powdered bosom pearls. The
ELITE. CREME DE LA CREME. They want special dishes to pretend they're.
Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the flesh. Know me
come eat with me. Royal sturgeon high sheriffCoffeythe butcherright to
venisons of the forest from his ex. Send him back the half of a cow. Spread
I saw down in the Master of the Rolls' kitchen area. Whitehatted CHEF like a
rabbi. Combustible duck. Curly cabbage A LA DUCHESSE DE PARME. Just as
well to write it on the bill of fare so you can know what you've eaten. Too
many drugs spoil the broth. I know it myself. Dosing it with Edwards'
desiccated soup. Geese stuffed silly for them. Lobsters boiled alive. Do
ptake some ptarmigan. Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a swell hotel. Tips
evening dresshalfnaked ladies. May I tempt you to a little more filleted
lemon solemiss Dubedat? Yesdo bedad. And she did bedad. Huguenot
name I expect that. A miss Dubedat lived in KillineyI remember.
DUDE LA French. Still it's the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of
Moore street ripped the guts out of making money hand over fist finger in
fishes' gills can't write his name on a cheque think he was painting the
landscape with his mouth twisted. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a kish
of broguesworth fifty thousand pounds.

Stuck on the pane two flies buzzedstuck.

Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the
winepress grapes of Burgundy. Sun's heat it is. Seems to a secret touch


telling me memory. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Hidden
under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping: sky. No sound. The sky.
The bay purple by the Lion's head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen
towards Sutton. Fields of underseathe lines faint brown in grassburied
cities. Pillowed on my coat she had her hairearwigs in the heather scrub
my hand under her napeyou'll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft with
ointments her hand touched mecaressed: her eyes upon me did not turn
away. Ravished over her I layfull lips full openkissed her mouth. Yum.
Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Mawkish
pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her spittle. Joy: I ate it: joy.
Young lifeher lips that gave me pouting. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips.
Flowers her eyes weretake mewilling eyes. Pebbles fell. She lay still. A
goat. No-one. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking
surefooteddropping currants. Screened under ferns she laughed
warmfolded. Wildly I lay on herkissed her: eyesher lipsher stretched
neck beatingwoman's breasts full in her blouse of nun's veilingfat nipples
upright. Hot I tongued her. She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she
tossed my hair. Kissedshe kissed me.


Me. And me now.


Stuckthe flies buzzed.


His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab.
Beauty: it curves: curves are beauty. Shapely goddessesVenusJuno:
curves the world admires. Can see them library museum standing in the
round hallnaked goddesses. Aids to digestion. They don't care what man
looks. All to see. Never speaking. I mean to say to fellows like Flynn.
Suppose she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Mortal!
Put you in your proper place. Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden
dishesall ambrosial. Not like a tanner lunch we haveboiled mutton
carrots and turnipsbottle of Allsop. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity:
gods' food. Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. Immortal lovely.
And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind: foodchyleblooddung
earthfood: have to feed it like stoking an engine. They have no. Never
looked. I'll look today. Keeper won't see. Bend down let something drop
see if she.


Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to do
there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walkedto
men too they gave themselvesmanly consciouslay with men loversa
youth enjoyed herto the yard.


When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book:


--What is this he is? Isn't he in the insurance line?


--He's out of that long agoNosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the
FREEMAN.


--I know him well to seeDavy Byrne said. Is he in trouble?


--Trouble? Nosey Flynn said. Not that I heard of. Why?


--I noticed he was in mourning.


--Was he? Nosey Flynn said. So he wasfaith. I asked him how was all at
home. You're rightby God. So he was.


--I never broach the subjectDavy Byrne said humanelyif I see a
gentleman is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their minds.


--It's not the wife anyhowNosey Flynn said. I met him the day before
yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's



wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home to
his better half. She's well nourishedI tell you. Plovers on toast.

--And is he doing for the FREEMAN? Davy Byrne said.

Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.

---He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of
that.

--How so? Davy Byrne askedcoming from his book.

Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He
winked.

--He's in the crafthe said.

---Do you tell me so? Davy Byrne said.

--Very much soNosey Flynn said. Ancient free and accepted order. He's
an excellent brother. Lightlife and loveby God. They give him a leg up. I
was told that by a--wellI won't say who.

--Is that a fact?

--Oit's a fine orderNosey Flynn said. They stick to you when you're
down. I know a fellow was trying to get into it. But they're as close as damn
it. By God they did right to keep the women out of it.

Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one:

--Iiiiiichaaaaaaach!

--There was one womanNosey Flynn saidhid herself in a clock to find
out what they do be doing. But be damned but they smelt her out and swore
her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the saint Legers of
Doneraile.

Davy Byrnesated after his yawnsaid with tearwashed eyes:

--And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and I
never once saw him--you knowover the line.

--God Almighty couldn't make him drunkNosey Flynn said firmly. Slips
off when the fun gets too hot. Didn't you see him look at his watch? Ah
you weren't there. If you ask him to have a drink first thing he does he outs
with the watch to see what he ought to imbibe. Declare to God he does.

--There are some like thatDavy Byrne said. He's a safe manI'd say.

--He's not too badNosey Flynn saidsnuffling it up. He's been known to
put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due. OBloom has
his good points. But there's one thing he'll never do.

His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog.

--I knowDavy Byrne said.

--Nothing in black and whiteNosey Flynn said.

Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Tom Rochford followed frowning
a plaining hand on his claret waistcoat.

--DayMr Byrne.


--Daygentlemen.
They paused at the counter.


--Who's standing? Paddy Leonard asked.
--I'm sitting anyhowNosey Flynn answered.


--Wellwhat'll it be? Paddy Leonard asked.
--I'll take a stone gingerBantam Lyons said.


--How much? Paddy Leonard cried. Since whenfor God' sake? What's
yoursTom?

--How is the main drainage? Nosey Flynn askedsipping.
For answer Tom Rochford pressed his hand to his breastbone and hiccupped.


--Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh waterMr Byrne? he said.
--Certainlysir.


Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.


--Lord love a duckhe said. Look at what I'm standing drinks to! Cold
water and gingerpop! Two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore leg.
He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead snip.

--Zinfandel is it? Nosey Flynn asked.

Tom Rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the water set
before him.

--That cursed dyspepsiahe said before drinking.

--Breadsoda is very goodDavy Byrne said.
Tom Rochford nodded and drank.

--Is it Zinfandel?

--Say nothing! Bantam Lyons winked. I'm going to plunge five bob on my
own.

--Tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned to youPaddy Leonard
said. Who gave it to you?

Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.
--So long! Nosey Flynn said.


The others turned.
--That's the man now that gave it to meBantam Lyons whispered.


--Prrwht! Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Mr Byrnesirwe'll take two of
your small Jamesons after that and a ...

--Stone gingerDavy Byrne added civilly.
--AyPaddy Leonard said. A suckingbottle for the baby.



Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson streethis tongue brushing his
teeth smooth. Something green it would have to be: spinachsay. Then with
those Rontgen rays searchlight you could.

At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the
cobblestones and lapped it with new zest. Surfeit. Returned with thanks
having fully digested the contents. First sweet then savoury. Mr Bloom
coasted warily. Ruminants. His second course. Their upper jaw they move.
Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything with that invention of his?
Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth. Lean people long mouths.
Ought to be a hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent free.
Course then you'd have all the cranks pestering.

He hummedprolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars:

DON GIOVANNIA CENAR TECO

M'INVITASTI.

Feel better. Burgundy. Good pick me up. Who distilled first? Some
chap in the blues. Dutch courage. That KILKENNY PEOPLE in the national
library now I must.

Bare clean closestools waiting in the window of William Miller
plumberturned back his thoughts. They could: and watch it all the way
downswallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years aftertour round
the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of
intestines like pipes. But the poor buffer would have to stand all the time
with his insides entrails on show. Science.

--A CENAR TECO.

What does that TECO mean? Tonight perhaps.

DON GIOVANNITHOU HAST ME INVITED

TO COME TO SUPPER TONIGHT

THE RUM THE RUMDUM.

Doesn't go properly.

Keyes: two months if I get Nannetti to. That'll be two pounds ten
about two pounds eight. Three Hynes owes me. Two eleven. Prescott's
dyeworks van over there. If I get Billy Prescott's ad: two fifteen. Five
guineas about. On the pig's back.

Could buy one of those silk petticoats for Mollycolour of her new
garters.

Today. Today. Not think.

Tour the south then. What about English wateringplaces? Brighton
Margate. Piers by moonlight. Her voice floating out. Those lovely seaside
girls. Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought
gnawing a crusted knuckle. Handy man wants job. Small wages. Will eat
anything.

Mr Bloom turned at Gray's confectioner's window of unbought tarts
and passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore. WHY I LEFT THE
CHURCH OF ROME? BIRDS' NEST. Women run him. They say they used to give
pauper children soup to change to protestants in the time of the potato
blight. Society over the way papa went to for the conversion of poor jews.


Same bait. Why we left the church of Rome.

A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane.
No tram in sight. Wants to cross.

--Do you want to cross? Mr Bloom asked.

The blind stripling did not answer. His wallface frowned weakly. He
moved his head uncertainly.

--You're in Dawson streetMr Bloom said. Molesworth street is opposite.
Do you want to cross? There's nothing in the way.

The cane moved out trembling to the left. Mr Bloom's eye followed its
line and saw again the dyeworks' van drawn up before Drago's. Where I
saw his brillantined hair just when I was. Horse drooping. Driver in John
Long's. Slaking his drouth.

--There's a van thereMr Bloom saidbut it's not moving. I'll see you
across. Do you want to go to Molesworth street?

--Yesthe stripling answered. South Frederick street.

--ComeMr Bloom said.

He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to
guide it forward.

Say something to him. Better not do the condescending. They mistrust
what you tell them. Pass a common remark.

--The rain kept off.

No answer.

Stains on his coat. Slobbers his foodI suppose. Tastes all different for
him. Have to be spoonfed first. Like a child's handhis hand. Like Milly's
was. Sensitive. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand. Wonder if he has a
name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his
doze. That's right. Clear. Behind a bull: in front of a horse.

--Thankssir.

Knows I'm a man. Voice.

--Right now? First turn to the left.

The blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on his waydrawing
his cane backfeeling again.

Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feeta flatcut suit of herringbone
tweed. Poor young fellow! How on earth did he know that van was there?
Must have felt it. See things in their forehead perhaps: kind of sense of
volume. Weight or size of itsomething blacker than the dark. Wonder
would he feel it if something was removed. Feel a gap. Queer idea of
Dublin he must havetapping his way round by the stones. Could he walk
in a beeline if he hadn't that cane? Bloodless pious face like a fellow
going in to be a priest.

Penrose! That was that chap's name.

Look at all the things they can learn to do. Read with their fingers.
Tune pianos. Or we are surprised they have any brains. Why we think a
deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say.


Of course the other senses are more. Embroider. Plait baskets. People
ought to help. Workbasket I could buy for Molly's birthday. Hates sewing.
Might take an objection. Dark men they call them.


Sense of smell must be stronger too. Smells on all sidesbunched
together. Each street different smell. Each person too. Then the springthe
summer: smells. Tastes? They say you can't taste wines with your eyes shut
or a cold in the head. Also smoke in the dark they say get no pleasure.


And with a womanfor instance. More shameless not seeing. That girl
passing the Stewart institutionhead in the air. Look at me. I have them all
on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his mind's eye. The
voicetemperatures: when he touches her with his fingers must almost see
the linesthe curves. His hands on her hairfor instance. Say it was black
for instance. Good. We call it black. Then passing over her white skin.
Different feel perhaps. Feeling of white.


Postoffice. Must answer. Fag today. Send her a postal order two
shillingshalf a crown. Accept my little present. Stationer's just here too.
Wait. Think over it.


With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above
his ears. Again. Fibres of fine fine straw. Then gently his finger felt the
skin of his right cheek. Downy hair there too. Not smooth enough. The belly is
the smoothest. No-one about. There he goes into Frederick street. Perhaps
to Levenston's dancing academy piano. Might be settling my braces.


Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand between his
waistcoat and trousers andpulling aside his shirt gentlyfelt a slack
fold of his belly. But I know it's whitey yellow. Want to try in the dark
to see.


He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to.


Poor fellow! Quite a boy. Terrible. Really terrible. What dreams
would he havenot seeing? Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being
born that way? All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned
and drowned in New York. Holocaust. Karma they call that transmigration
for sins you did in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses.
Deardeardear. Pityof course: but somehow you can't cotton on to
them someway.


Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the freemasons' hall. Solemn as
Troy. After his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Old legal cronies
cracking a magnum. Tales of the bench and assizes and annals of the
bluecoat school. I sentenced him to ten years. I suppose he'd turn up
his nose at that stuff I drank. Vintage wine for themthe year
marked on a dusty bottle. Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder's
court. Wellmeaning old man. Police chargesheets crammed with cases
get their percentage manufacturing crime. Sends them to the rightabout.
The devil on moneylenders. Gave Reuben J. a great strawcalling. Now he's
really what they call a dirty jew. Power those judges have. Crusty
old topers in wigs. Bear with a sore paw. And may the Lord have mercy
on your soul.


Helloplacard. Mirus bazaar. His Excellency the lord lieutenant.
Sixteenth. Today it is. In aid of funds for Mercer's hospital. THE MESSIAH
was first given for that. Yes. Handel. What about going out there:
Ballsbridge. Drop in on Keyes. No use sticking to him like a leech. Wear
out my welcome. Sure to know someone on the gate.


Mr Bloom came to Kildare street. First I must. Library.


Straw hat in sunlight. Tan shoes. Turnedup trousers. It is. It is.



His heart quopped softly. To the right. Museum. Goddesses. He swerved
to the right.

Is it? Almost certain. Won't look. Wine in my face. Why did I? Too heady.
Yesit is. The walk. Not see. Get on.

Making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes.
Handsome building. Sir Thomas Deane designed. Not following me?

Didn't see me perhaps. Light in his eyes.

The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold
statues: quiet there. Safe in a minute.

No. Didn't see me. After two. Just at the gate.

My heart!

His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Sir
Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture.

Look for something I.

His hasty hand went quick into a pockettook outread unfolded
Agendath Netaim. Where did I?

Busy looking.

He thrust back quick Agendath.

Afternoon she said.

I am looking for that. Yesthat. Try all pockets. Handker. FREEMAN.
Where did I? Ahyes. Trousers. Potato. Purse. Where?

Hurry. Walk quietly. Moment more. My heart.

His hand looking for the where did I put found in his hip pocket soap
lotion have to call tepid paper stuck. Ah soap there I yes. Gate.

Safe!

* * * * * * *

Urbaneto comfort themthe quaker librarian purred:

--And we havehave we notthose priceless pages of WILHELM MEISTER. A
great poet on a great brother poet. A hesitating soul taking arms against a
sea of troublestorn by conflicting doubtsas one sees in real life.

He came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a
step backward a sinkapace on the solemn floor.

A noiseless attendant setting open the door but slightly made him a
noiseless beck.

--Directlysaid hecreaking to goalbeit lingering. The beautiful
ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts. One always feels
that Goethe's judgments are so true. True in the larger analysis.

Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off. Baldmost zealous by the


door he gave his large ear all to the attendant's words: heard them: and was
gone.

Two left.

--Monsieur de la PaliceStephen sneeredwas alive fifteen minutes before
his death.

--Have you found those six brave medicalsJohn Eglinton asked with
elder's gallto write PARADISE LOST at your dictation? THE SORROWS
OF SATAN he calls it.

Smile. Smile Cranly's smile.

FIRST HE TICKLED HER
THEN HE PATTED HER
THEN HE PASSED THE FEMALE CATHETER.
FOR HE WAS A MEDICAL
JOLLY OLD MEDI ...


--I feel you would need one more for HAMLET. Seven is dear to the mystic
mind. The shining seven W.B. calls them.

Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his greencapped desklamp sought
the face bearded amid darkgreener shadowan ollavholyeyed. He laughed
low: a sizar's laugh of Trinity: unanswered.

ORCHESTRAL SATANWEEPING MANY A ROOD

TEARS SUCH AS ANGELS WEEP.

ED EGLI AVEA DEL CUL FATTO TROMBETTA.

He holds my follies hostage.

Cranly's eleven true Wicklowmen to free their sireland. Gaptoothed
Kathleenher four beautiful green fieldsthe stranger in her house. And one
more to hail him: AVERABBI: the Tinahely twelve. In the shadow of the glen
he cooees for them. My soul's youth I gave himnight by night. God speed.
Good hunting.

Mulligan has my telegram.

Folly. Persist.

--Our young Irish bardsJohn Eglinton censuredhave yet to create a
figure which the world will set beside Saxon Shakespeare's Hamlet though
I admire himas old Ben didon this side idolatry.

--All these questions are purely academicRussell oracled out of his
shadow. I meanwhether Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex.
Clergymen's discussions of the historicity of Jesus. Art has to reveal to us
ideasformless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a work of art
is out of how deep a life does it spring. The painting of Gustave Moreau is
the painting of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelleythe words of Hamlet
bring our minds into contact with the eternal wisdomPlato's world of
ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.

A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer. Walltarnation strike me!
--The schoolmen were schoolboys firstStephen said superpolitely.
Aristotle was once Plato's schoolboy.


--And has remained soone should hopeJohn Eglinton sedately said. One
can see hima model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm.

He laughed again at the now smiling bearded face.

Formless spiritual. FatherWord and Holy Breath. Allfatherthe
heavenly man. Hiesos Kristosmagician of the beautifulthe Logos who
suffers in us at every moment. This verily is that. I am the fire upon the
altar. I am the sacrificial butter.

DunlopJudgethe noblest Roman of them allA.E.Arvalthe Name
Ineffablein heaven hight: K.H.their masterwhose identity is no
secret to adepts. Brothers of the great white lodge always watching to
see if they can help. The Christ with the bridesistermoisture of light
born of an ensouled virginrepentant sophiadeparted to the plane of
buddhi. The life esoteric is not for ordinary person. O.P. must work off
bad karma first. Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious
sister H.P.B.'s elemental.

Ofie! Out on't! PFUITEUFEL! You naughtn't to lookmissusso you
naughtn't when a lady's ashowing of her elemental.

Mr Best enteredtallyoungmildlight. He bore in his hand with
grace a notebooknewlargecleanbright.

--That model schoolboyStephen saidwould find Hamlet's musings about
the afterlife of his princely soulthe improbableinsignificant and
undramatic monologueas shallow as Plato's.

John Eglintonfrowningsaidwaxing wroth:

--Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle
with Plato.

--Which of the twoStephen askedwould have banished me from his
commonwealth?

Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of
allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the
street: very peripatetic. Space: what you damn well have to see. Through
spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl after
Blake's buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a shadow.
Hold to the nowthe herethrough which all future plunges to the past.

Mr Best came forwardamiabletowards his colleague.

--Haines is gonehe said.

--Is he?

--I was showing him Jubainville's book. He's quite enthusiasticdon't you
knowabout Hyde's LOVESONGS OF CONNACHT. I couldn't bring him in to
hear the discussion. He's gone to Gill's to buy it.

BOUND THEE FORTHMY BOOKLETQUICK

TO GREET THE CALLOUS PUBLIC.

WRITI WEEN'TWAS NOT MY WISH

IN LEAN UNLOVELY ENGLISH.

--The peatsmoke is going to his headJohn Eglinton opined.


We feel in England. Penitent thief. Gone. I smoked his baccy. Green
twinkling stone. An emerald set in the ring of the sea.

--People do not know how dangerous lovesongs can bethe auric egg of
Russell warned occultly. The movements which work revolutions in the
world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the
hillside. For them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the living
mother. The rarefied air of the academy and the arena produce the
sixshilling novelthe musichall song. France produces the finest flower
of corruption in Mallarme but the desirable life is revealed only to the
poor of heartthe life of Homer's Phaeacians.

From these words Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen.

--Mallarmedon't you knowhe saidhas written those wonderful prose
poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to me in Paris. The one about
HAMLET. He says: IL SE PROMENELISANT AU LIVRE DE LUI-MEMEdon't you
knowREADING THE BOOK OF HIMSELF. He describes HAMLET given in a French
towndon't you knowa provincial town. They advertised it.

His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

HAMLET

OU

LE DISTRAIT

PIECE DE SHAKESPEARE

He repeated to John Eglinton's newgathered frown:

--PIECE DE SHAKESPEAREdon't you know. It's so French. The French point
of view. HAMLET OU ...

--The absentminded beggarStephen ended.

John Eglinton laughed.

--YesI suppose it would behe said. Excellent peopleno doubtbut
distressingly shortsighted in some matters.

Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.

--A deathsman of the soul Robert Greene called himStephen said. Not for
nothing was he a butcher's sonwielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting
in his palms. Nine lives are taken off for his father's one. Our Father
who art in purgatory. Khaki Hamlets don't hesitate to shoot. The
bloodboltered shambles in act five is a forecast of the concentration camp
sung by Mr Swinburne.

CranlyI his mute orderlyfollowing battles from afar.

WHELPS AND DAMS OF MURDEROUS FOES WHOM NONE

BUT WE HAD SPARED ...

Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp. The devil and the deep sea.

--He will have it that HAMLET is a ghoststoryJohn Eglinton said for Mr
Best's behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our flesh
creep.

LIST! LIST! O LIST!


My flesh hears him: creepinghears.

IF THOU DIDST EVER ...

--What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded
into impalpability through deaththrough absencethrough change of
manners. Elizabethan London lay as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris
lies from virgin Dublin. Who is the ghost from LIMBO PATRUMreturning to
the world that has forgotten him? Who is King Hamlet?

John Eglinton shifted his spare bodyleaning back to judge.

Lifted.

--It is this hour of a day in mid JuneStephen saidbegging with a swift
glance their hearing. The flag is up on the playhouse by the bankside. The
bear Sackerson growls in the pit near itParis garden. Canvasclimbers who
sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the groundlings.

Local colour. Work in all you know. Make them accomplices.

--Shakespeare has left the huguenot's house in Silver street and walks by
the swanmews along the riverbank. But he does not stay to feed the pen
chivying her game of cygnets towards the rushes. The swan of Avon has
other thoughts.

Composition of place. Ignatius Loyolamake haste to help me!

--The play begins. A player comes on under the shadowmade up in the
castoff mail of a court bucka wellset man with a bass voice. It is the
ghostthe kinga king and no kingand the player is Shakespeare who has
studied HAMLET all the years of his life which were not vanity in order to
play the part of the spectre. He speaks the words to Burbagethe young player
who stands before him beyond the rack of cereclothcalling him by a name:

HAMLETI AM THY FATHER'S SPIRIT

bidding him list. To a son he speaksthe son of his soulthe princeyoung
Hamlet and to the son of his bodyHamnet Shakespearewho has died in
Stratford that his namesake may live for ever.

Is it possible that that player Shakespearea ghost by absenceand in the
vesture of buried Denmarka ghost by deathspeaking his own words to
his own son's name (had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have been
prince Hamlet's twin)is it possibleI want to knowor probable that he
did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those premises: you are
the dispossessed son: I am the murdered father: your mother is the
guilty queenAnn Shakespeareborn Hathaway?

--But this prying into the family life of a great manRussell began
impatiently.

Art thou theretruepenny?

--Interesting only to the parish clerk. I meanwe have the plays. I mean
when we read the poetry of KING LEAR what is it to us how the poet lived?
As for living our servants can do that for usVilliers de l'Isle has said.
Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the daythe poet's drinking
the poet's debts. We have KING LEAR: and it is immortal.


Mr Best's faceappealed toagreed.

FLOW OVER THEM WITH YOUR WAVES AND WITH YOUR WATERSMANANAAN
MANANAAN MACLIR ...


How nowsirrahthat pound he lent you when you were hungry?

MarryI wanted it.
Take thou this noble.

Go to! You spent most of it in Georgina Johnson's bedclergyman's
daughter. Agenbite of inwit.

Do you intend to pay it back?
Oyes.


When? Now?
Well ... No.


Whenthen?
I paid my way. I paid my way.


Steady on. He's from beyant Boyne water. The northeast corner. You owe it.


Wait. Five months. Molecules all change. I am other I now. Other I got
pound.

Buzz. Buzz.

But Ientelechyform of formsam I by memory because under
everchanging forms.
I that sinned and prayed and fasted.


A child Conmee saved from pandies.
II and I. I.

A.E.I.O.U.
--Do you mean to fly in the face of the tradition of three centuries? John
Eglinton's carping voice asked. Her ghost at least has been laid for ever.
She diedfor literature at leastbefore she was born.

--She diedStephen retortedsixtyseven years after she was born. She saw
him into and out of the world. She took his first embraces. She bore his
children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep his eyelids closed when he
lay on his deathbed.

Mother's deathbed. Candle. The sheeted mirror. Who brought me
into this world lies therebronzeliddedunder few cheap flowers. LILIATA
RUTILANTIUM.

I wept alone.

John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.
--The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistakehe saidand got out



of it as quickly and as best he could.

--Bosh! Stephen said rudely. A man of genius makes no mistakes. His
errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

Portals of discovery opened to let in the quaker librarian
softcreakfootedbaldeared and assiduous.

--A shrewJohn Eglinton said shrewdlyis not a useful portal of discovery
one should imagine. What useful discovery did Socrates learn from
Xanthippe?

--DialecticStephen answered: and from his mother how to bring thoughts
into the world. What he learnt from his other wife Myrto (ABSIT NOMEN!)
Socratididion's Epipsychidionno mannot a womanwill ever know. But
neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from the
archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock.

--But Ann Hathaway? Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully. Yeswe seem
to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.

His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skullto remindto
chide them not unkindlythen to the baldpink lollard costardguiltless
though maligned.

--He had a good groatsworth of witStephen saidand no truant memory.
He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling THE
GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME. If the earthquake did not time it we should know
where to place poor Watsitting in his formthe cry of houndsthe studded
bridle and her blue windows. That memoryVENUS AND ADONISlay in the
bedchamber of every light-of-love in London. Is Katharine the shrew
illfavoured? Hortensio calls her young and beautiful. Do you think the
writer of ANTONY AND CLEOPATRAa passionate pilgrimhad his eyes in the
back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all Warwickshire to lie
withal? Good: he left her and gained the world of men. But his boywomen
are the women of a boy. Their lifethoughtspeech are lent them by males.
He chose badly? He was chosenit seems to me. If others have their will
Ann hath a way. By cockshe was to blame. She put the comether on him
sweet and twentysix. The greyeyed goddess who bends over the boy Adonis
stooping to conqueras prologue to the swelling actis a boldfaced
Stratford wench who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.

And my turn? When?

Come!

--RyefieldMr Best said brightlygladlyraising his new bookgladly
brightly.

He murmured then with blond delight for all:

BETWEEN THE ACRES OF THE RYE
THESE PRETTY COUNTRYFOLK WOULD LIE.


Paris: the wellpleased pleaser.

A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its
cooperative watch.

--I am afraid I am due at the HOMESTEAD.

Whither away? Exploitable ground.


--Are you going? John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked. Shall we see you
at Moore's tonight? Piper is coming.

--Piper! Mr Best piped. Is Piper back?

Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.

--I don't know if I can. Thursday. We have our meeting. If I can get away
in time.

Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. ISIS UNVEILED. Their Pali book
we tried to pawn. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an
Aztec logosfunctioning on astral levelstheir oversoulmahamahatma. The
faithful hermetists await the lightripe for chelashipringroundabout him.
Louis H. Victory. T. Caulfield Irwin. Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyestheir
pineal glands aglow. Filled with his godhe thronesBuddh under plantain.
Gulfer of soulsengulfer. Hesoulsshesoulsshoals of souls. Engulfed with
wailing creecrieswhirledwhirlingthey bewail.

IN QUINTESSENTIAL TRIVIALITY

FOR YEARS IN THIS FLESHCASE A SHESOUL DWELT.

--They say we are to have a literary surprisethe quaker librarian said
friendly and earnest. Mr Russellrumour has itis gathering together a
sheaf of our younger poets' verses. We are all looking forward anxiously.

Anxiously he glanced in the cone of lamplight where three faces
lightedshone.

See this. Remember.

Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeenhung on his
ashplanthandle over his knee. My casque and sword. Touch lightly with
two index fingers. Aristotle's experiment. One or two? Necessity is that in
virtue of which it is impossible that one can be otherwise. Argalone hat is
one hat.

Listen.

Young Colum and Starkey. George Roberts is doing the commercial part.
Longworth will give it a good puff in the EXPRESS. Owill he? I liked
Colum's DROVER. YesI think he has that queer thing genius. Do you think
he has genius really? Yeats admired his line: AS IN WILD EARTH A GRECIAN
VASE. Did he? I hope you'll be able to come tonight. Malachi Mulligan is
coming too. Moore asked him to bring Haines. Did you hear Miss
Mitchell's joke about Moore and Martyn? That Moore is Martyn's wild
oats? Awfully cleverisn't it? They remind one of Don Quixote and Sancho
Panza. Our national epic has yet to be writtenDr Sigerson says. Moore is
the man for it. A knight of the rueful countenance here in Dublin. With a
saffron kilt? O'Neill Russell? Oyeshe must speak the grand old tongue.
And his Dulcinea? James Stephens is doing some clever sketches. We are
becoming importantit seems.

Cordelia. CORDOGLIO. Lir's loneliest daughter.

Nookshotten. Now your best French polish.

--Thank you very muchMr RussellStephen saidrising. If you will be so
kind as to give the letter to Mr Norman ...

--Oyes. If he considers it important it will go in. We have so much


correspondence.

--I understandStephen said. Thanks.

God ild you. The pigs' paper. Bullockbefriending.

Synge has promised me an article for DANA too. Are we going to be
read? I feel we are. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. I hope you
will come round tonight. Bring Starkey.

Stephen sat down.

The quaker librarian came from the leavetakers. Blushinghis mask
said:

--Mr Dedalusyour views are most illuminating.

He creaked to and frotiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a
chopineandcovered by the noise of outgoingsaid low:

--Is it your viewthenthat she was not faithful to the poet?

Alarmed face asks me. Why did he come? Courtesy or an inward
light?

--Where there is a reconciliationStephen saidthere must have been first a
sundering.

--Yes.

Christfox in leather trewshidinga runaway in blighted treeforks
from hue and cry. Knowing no vixenwalking lonely in the chase. Women
he won to himtender peoplea whore of Babylonladies of justicesbully
tapsters' wives. Fox and geese. And in New Place a slack dishonoured body
that once was comelyonce as sweetas fresh as cinnamonnow her leaves
fallingallbarefrighted of the narrow grave and unforgiven.

--Yes. So you think ...

The door closed behind the outgoer.

Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cellrest of warm and
brooding air.

A vestal's lamp.

Here he ponders things that were not: what Caesar would have lived
to do had he believed the soothsayer: what might have been: possibilities of
the possible as possible: things not known: what name Achilles bore when
he lived among women.

Coffined thoughts around mein mummycasesembalmed in spice of
words. Thothgod of librariesa birdgodmoonycrowned. And I heard the
voice of that Egyptian highpriest. IN PAINTED CHAMBERS LOADED WITH
TILEBOOKS.

They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of
death is in themto tell me in my ear a maudlin taleurge me to wreak their
will.

--CertainlyJohn Eglinton musedof all great men he is the most enigmatic.
We know nothing but that he lived and suffered. Not even so much. Others
abide our question. A shadow hangs over all the rest.


--But HAMLET is so personalisn't it? Mr Best pleaded. I meana kind of
private paperdon't you knowof his private life. I meanI don't care a
buttondon't you knowwho is killed or who is guilty ...

He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desksmiling his
defiance. His private papers in the original. TA AN BAD AR AN TIR. TAIM IN MO
SHAGART. Put beurla on itlittlejohn.

Quoth littlejohn Eglinton:

--I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan told us but I
may as well warn you that if you want to shake my belief that Shakespeare
is Hamlet you have a stern task before you.

Bear with me.

Stephen withstood the bane of miscreant eyes glinting stern under
wrinkled brows. A basilisk. E QUANDO VEDE L'UOMO L'ATTOSCA. Messer
BrunettoI thank thee for the word.

--As weor mother Danaweave and unweave our bodiesStephen said
from day to daytheir molecules shuttled to and froso does the artist
weave and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where
it was when I was bornthough all my body has been woven of new stuff
time after timeso through the ghost of the unquiet father the image of the
unliving son looks forth. In the intense instant of imaginationwhen the
mindShelley saysis a fading coalthat which I was is that which I am and
that which in possibility I may come to be. So in the futurethe sister of
the pastI may see myself as I sit here now but by reflection from that which
then I shall be.

Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at that stile.

--YesMr Best said youngly. I feel Hamlet quite young. The bitterness
might be from the father but the passages with Ophelia are surely from the
son.

Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.

--That mole is the last to goStephen saidlaughing.

John Eglinton made a nothing pleasing mow.

--If that were the birthmark of geniushe saidgenius would be a drug in
the market. The plays of Shakespeare's later years which Renan admired so
much breathe another spirit.

--The spirit of reconciliationthe quaker librarian breathed.

--There can be no reconciliationStephen saidif there has not been a
sundering.

Said that.

--If you want to know what are the events which cast their shadow over the
hell of time of KING LEAROTHELLOHAMLETTROILUS AND CRESSIDAlook to
see when and how the shadow lifts. What softens the heart of a man
shipwrecked in storms direTriedlike another UlyssesPericlesprince of
Tyre?

Headredconecappedbuffetedbrineblinded.

--A childa girlplaced in his armsMarina.


--The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a constant
quantityJohn Eglinton detected. The highroads are dreary but they lead to
the town.


Good Bacon: gone musty. Shakespeare Bacon's wild oats.
Cypherjugglers going the highroads. Seekers on the great quest. What
towngood masters? Mummed in names: A. E.eon: MageeJohn Eglinton.
East of the sunwest of the moon: TIR NA N-OG. Booted the twain and
staved.


HOW MANY MILES TO DUBLIN?
THREE SCORE AND TENSIR.
WILL WE BE THERE BY CANDLELIGHT?


--Mr Brandes accepts itStephen saidas the first play of the closing
period.

--Does he? What does Mr Sidney Leeor Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver
his name issay of it?

--MarinaStephen saida child of stormMirandaa wonderPerditathat
which was lost. What was lost is given back to him: his daughter's child.
MY DEAREST WIFEPericles saysWAS LIKE THIS MAID. Will any man love the
daughter if he has not loved the mother?

--The art of being a grandfatherMr Best gan murmur. L'ART D'ETRE
GRAND ...

--Will he not see reborn in herwith the memory of his own youth added
another image?

Do you know what you are talking about? Loveyes. Word known to
all men. Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae
concupiscimus ...

--His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of
all experiencematerial and moral. Such an appeal will touch him. The
images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in them
grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to repeat himself.

The benign forehead of the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope.

--I hope Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the enlightenment of the
public. And we ought to mention another Irish commentatorMr George
Bernard Shaw. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris. His articles on
Shakespeare in the SATURDAY REVIEW were surely brilliant. Oddly enough
he too draws for us an unhappy relation with the dark lady of the sonnets.
The favoured rival is William Herbertearl of Pembroke. I own that if the
poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in harmony
with--what shall I say?--our notions of what ought not to have been.

Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among themauk's egg
prize of their fray.

He thous and thees her with grave husbandwords. Dost loveMiriam?
Dost love thy man?

--That may be tooStephen said. There's a saying of Goethe's which Mr
Magee likes to quote. Beware of what you wish for in youth because you
will get it in middle life. Why does he send to one who is a BUONAROBAa
bay where all men ridea maid of honour with a scandalous girlhooda
lordling to woo for him? He was himself a lord of language and had made


himself a coistrel gentleman and he had written ROMEO AND JULIET. Why?
Belief in himself has been untimely killed. He was overborne in a
cornfield first (ryefieldI should say) and he will never be a victor
in his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie
down. Assumed dongiovannism will not save him. No later undoing will undo
the first undoing. The tusk of the boar has wounded him there where love
lies ableeding. If the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her woman's
invisible weapon. There isI feel in the wordssome goad of the flesh
driving him into a new passiona darker shadow of the firstdarkening
even his own understanding of himself. A like fate awaits him and the two
rages commingle in a whirlpool.

They list. And in the porches of their ears I pour.

--The soul has been before stricken mortallya poison poured in the porch
of a sleeping ear. But those who are done to death in sleep cannot know
the manner of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that
knowledge in the life to come. The poisoning and the beast with two backs
that urged it King Hamlet's ghost could not know of were he not endowed
with knowledge by his creator. That is why the speech (his lean unlovely
English) is always turned elsewherebackward. Ravisher and ravished
what he would but would notgo with him from Lucrece's bluecircled ivory
globes to Imogen's breastbarewith its mole cinquespotted. He goes
backweary of the creation he has piled up to hide him from himselfan
old dog licking an old sore. Butbecause loss is his gainhe passes on
towards eternity in undiminished personalityuntaught by the wisdom he
has written or by the laws he has revealed. His beaver is up. He is a
ghosta shadow nowthe wind by Elsinore's rocks or what you willthe
sea's voicea voice heard only in the heart of him who is the substance
of his shadowthe son consubstantial with the father.

--Amen! was responded from the doorway.

Hast thou found meO mine enemy?

ENTR'ACTE.

A ribald facesullen as a dean'sBuck Mulligan came forwardthen
blithe in motleytowards the greeting of their smiles. My telegram.

--You were speaking of the gaseous vertebrateif I mistake not? he asked
of Stephen.

Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a bauble.

They make him welcome. WAS DU VERLACHST WIRST DU NOCH DIENEN.

Brood of mockers: PhotiuspseudomalachiJohann Most.

He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent
HimselfAgenbuyerbetween Himself and othersWhoput upon by His
fiendsstripped and whippedwas nailed like bat to barndoorstarved on
crosstreeWho let Him burystood upharrowed hellfared into heaven
and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the right hand of His
Own Self but yet shall come in the latter day to doom the quick and dead
when all the quick shall be dead already.

Glo--o--ri--a in ex--cel--sis De--o.

He lifts his hands. Veils fall. Oflowers! Bells with bells with bells
aquiring.

--Yesindeedthe quaker librarian said. A most instructive discussion.
Mr MulliganI'll be boundhas his theory too of the play and of


Shakespeare. All sides of life should be represented.

He smiled on all sides equally.

Buck Mulligan thoughtpuzzled:

--Shakespeare? he said. I seem to know the name.

A flying sunny smile rayed in his loose features.

--To be surehe saidremembering brightly. The chap that writes like
Synge.

Mr Best turned to him.

--Haines missed youhe said. Did you meet him? He'll see you after at the

D. B. C. He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's LOVESONGS OF CONNACHT.
--I came through the museumBuck Mulligan said. Was he here?

--The bard's fellowcountrymenJohn Eglinton answeredare rather tired
perhaps of our brilliancies of theorising. I hear that an actress played
Hamlet for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in Dublin. Vining
held that the prince was a woman. Has no-one made him out to be an
Irishman? Judge BartonI believeis searching for some clues. He swears
(His Highness not His Lordship) by saint Patrick.

--The most brilliant of all is that story of Wilde'sMr Best said
lifting his brilliant notebook. That PORTRAIT OF MR W. H. where he proves
that the sonnets were written by a Willie Hughesa man all hues.

--For Willie Hughesis it not? the quaker librarian asked.

Or Hughie Wills? Mr William Himself. W. H.: who am I?

--I meanfor Willie HughesMr Best saidamending his gloss easily. Of
course it's all paradoxdon't you knowHughes and hews and huesthe
colourbut it's so typical the way he works it out. It's the very essence
of Wildedon't you know. The light touch.

His glance touched their faces lightly as he smileda blond ephebe.
Tame essence of Wilde.

You're darned witty. Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy's
ducats.

How much did I spend? Oa few shillings.

For a plump of pressmen. Humour wet and dry.

Wit. You would give your five wits for youth's proud livery he pranks
in. Lineaments of gratified desire.

There be many mo. Take her for me. In pairing time. Jovea cool
ruttime send them. Yeaturtledove her.

Eve. Naked wheatbellied sin. A snake coils herfang in's kiss.

--Do you think it is only a paradox? the quaker librarian was asking. The
mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.

They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness.

Buck Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile. Thenhis


head wagginghe came neardrew a folded telegram from his pocket. His
mobile lips readsmiling with new delight.

--Telegram! he said. Wonderful inspiration! Telegram! A papal bull!

He sat on a corner of the unlit deskreading aloud joyfully:

--THE SENTIMENTALIST IS HE WHO WOULD ENJOY WITHOUT INCURRING THE IMMENSE
DEBTORSHIP FOR A THING DONE. Signed: Dedalus. Where did you launch it
from? The kips? No. College Green. Have you drunk the four quid? The
aunt is going to call on your unsubstantial father. Telegram! Malachi
MulliganThe Shiplower Abbey street. Oyou peerless mummer! Oyou
priestified Kinchite!

Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a
querulous brogue:

--It's what I'm telling youmister honeyit's queer and sick we were
Haines and myselfthe time himself brought it in. 'Twas murmur we did for
a gallus potion would rouse a friarI'm thinkingand he limp with
leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery's
sitting civil waiting for pints apiece.

He wailed:

--And we to be theremavroneand you to be unbeknownst sending us
your conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long like
the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a pussful.

Stephen laughed.

Quicklywarningfully Buck Mulligan bent down.

--The tramper Synge is looking for youhe saidto murder you. He heard
you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He's out in pampooties to murder
you.

--Me! Stephen exclaimed. That was your contribution to literature.

Buck Mulligan gleefully bent backlaughing to the dark eavesdropping
ceiling.

--Murder you! he laughed.

Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of
lights in rue Saint-Andre-des-Arts. In words of words for wordspalabras.
Oisin with Patrick. Faunman he met in Clamart woodsbrandishing a
winebottle. C'EST VENDREDI SAINT! Murthering Irish. His imagewandering
he met. I mine. I met a fool i'the forest.

--Mr Lysteran attendant said from the door ajar.

-- ... in which everyone can find his own. So Mr Justice Madden in his
DIARY OF MASTER WILLIAM SILENCE has found the hunting terms ... Yes? What
is it?

--There's a gentleman heresirthe attendant saidcoming forward and
offering a card. From the FREEMAN. He wants to see the files of the
KILKENNY PEOPLE for last year.

--Certainlycertainlycertainly. Is the gentleman? ...

He took the eager cardglancednot sawlaid down unglanced
lookedaskedcreakedasked:


--Is he? ... Othere!

Brisk in a galliard he was offout. In the daylit corridor he talked
with voluble pains of zealin duty boundmost fairmost kindmost
honest broadbrim.

--This gentleman? FREEMAN'S JOURNAL? KILKENNY PEOPLE? To be sure. Good
daysir. KILKENNY ... We have certainly ...

A patient silhouette waitedlistening.

--All the leading provincial ... NORTHERN WHIGCORK EXAMINER
ENNISCORTHY GUARDIAN1903 ... Will you please? ... Evans
conduct this gentleman ... If you just follow the atten ... Orplease
allow me ... This way ... Pleasesir ...

Volubledutifulhe led the way to all the provincial papersa bowing
dark figure following his hasty heels.

The door closed.

--The sheeny! Buck Mulligan cried.

He jumped up and snatched the card.

--What's his name? Ikey Moses? Bloom.

He rattled on:

--Jehovahcollector of prepucesis no more. I found him over in the
museum where I went to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. The Greek mouth
that has never been twisted in prayer. Every day we must do homage to her.
LIFE OF LIFETHY LIPS ENKINDLE.

Suddenly he turned to Stephen:

--He knows you. He knows your old fellow. OI fear mehe is Greeker
than the Greeks. His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove.
Venus Kallipyge. Othe thunder of those loins! THE GOD PURSUING THE
MAIDEN HID.

--We want to hear moreJohn Eglinton decided with Mr Best's approval.
We begin to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had thought of herif at
allas a patient Griseldaa Penelope stayathome.

--Antisthenespupil of GorgiasStephen saidtook the palm of beauty
from Kyrios Menelaus' brooddamArgive Helenthe wooden mare of Troy in
whom a score of heroes sleptand handed it to poor Penelope. Twenty years
he lived in London andduring part of that timehe drew a salary equal
to that of the lord chancellor of Ireland. His life was rich. His art
more than the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called itis the art of
surfeit. Hot herringpiesgreen mugs of sackhoneysaucessugar of roses
marchpanegooseberried pigeonsringocandies. Sir Walter Raleighwhen
they arrested himhad half a million francs on his back including a pair
of fancy stays. The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie
with her of Sheba. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love
and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures.
You know Manningham's story of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage
to her bed after she had seen him in RICHARD III and how Shakespeare
overhearingwithout more ado about nothingtook the cow by the horns
andwhen Burbage came knocking at the gateanswered from the capon's
blankets: WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR CAME BEFORE RICHARD III. And the gay
lakinmistress Fittonmount and cry Oand his dainty birdsnieslady


Penelope Richa clean quality woman is suited for a playerand the punks
of the banksidea penny a time.


Cours la Reine. ENCORE VINGT SOUS. NOUS FERONS DE PETITES COCHONNERIES.
MINETTE? TU VEUX?


--The height of fine society. And sir William Davenant of oxford's mother
with her cup of canary for any cockcanary.


Buck Mulliganhis pious eyes upturnedprayed:


--Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock!


--And Harry of six wives' daughter. And other lady friends from
neighbour seats as Lawn Tennysongentleman poetsings. But all those
twenty years what do you suppose poor Penelope in Stratford was doing
behind the diamond panes?


Do and do. Thing done. In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard
herbalisthe walksgreyedauburn. An azured harebell like her veins. Lids
of Juno's eyesviolets. He walks. One life is all. One body. Do. But do.
Afarin a reek of lust and squalorhands are laid on whiteness.


Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton's desk sharply.


--Whom do you suspect? he challenged.


--Say that he is the spurned lover in the sonnets. Once spurned twice
spurned. But the court wanton spurned him for a lordhis dearmylove.


Love that dare not speak its name.


--As an Englishmanyou meanJohn sturdy Eglinton put inhe loved
a lord.


Old wall where sudden lizards flash. At Charenton I watched them.


--It seems soStephen saidwhen he wants to do for himand for all
other and singular uneared wombsthe holy office an ostler does for the
stallion. Maybelike Socrateshe had a midwife to mother as he had a
shrew to wife. But shethe giglot wantondid not break a bedvow. Two
deeds are rank in that ghost's mind: a broken vow and the dullbrained
yokel on whom her favour has declineddeceased husband's brother. Sweet
AnnI take itwas hot in the blood. Once a wooertwice a wooer.


Stephen turned boldly in his chair.


--The burden of proof is with you not with mehe said frowning. If you
deny that in the fifth scene of HAMLET he has branded her with infamy tell
me why there is no mention of her during the thirtyfour years between the
day she married him and the day she buried him. All those women saw their
men down and under: Maryher goodman JohnAnnher poor dear
Willunwhen he went and died on herraging that he was the first to go
Joanher four brothersJudithher husband and all her sonsSusanher
husband toowhile Susan's daughterElizabethto use granddaddy's
wordswed her secondhaving killed her first.


Oyesmention there is. In the years when he was living richly in royal
London to pay a debt she had to borrow forty shillings from her father's
shepherd. Explain you then. Explain the swansong too wherein he has
commended her to posterity.


He faced their silence.



To whom thus Eglinton:

You mean the will.
But that has been explainedI believeby jurists.
She was entitled to her widow's dower
At common law. His legal knowledge was great
Our judges tell us.


Him Satan fleers
Mocker:


And therefore he left out her name
From the first draft but he did not leave out
The presents for his granddaughterfor his daughters
For his sisterfor his old cronies in Stratford
And in London. And therefore when he was urged
As I believeto name her
He left her his
Secondbest
Bed.


PUNKT.
Leftherhis
Secondbest
Leftherhis
Bestabed
Secabest
Leftabed.


Woa!

--Pretty countryfolk had few chattels thenJohn Eglinton observedas
they have still if our peasant plays are true to type.

--He was a rich country gentlemanStephen saidwith a coat of arms and
landed estate at Stratford and a house in Ireland yarda capitalist
shareholdera bill promotera tithefarmer. Why did he not leave her his
best bed if he wished her to snore away the rest of her nights in peace?

--It is clear that there were two bedsa best and a secondbest
Mr Secondbest Best said finely.

--SEPARATIO A MENSA ET A THALAMObettered Buck Mulligan and was
smiled on.

--Antiquity mentions famous bedsSecond Eglinton puckeredbedsmiling.
Let me think.

--Antiquity mentions that Stagyrite schoolurchin and bald heathen sage
Stephen saidwho when dying in exile frees and endows his slavespays
tribute to his elderswills to be laid in earth near the bones of his
dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an old mistress (don't forget
Nell Gwynn Herpyllis) and let her live in his villa.

--Do you mean he died so? Mr Best asked with slight concern. I mean ...

--He died dead drunkBuck Mulligan capped. A quart of ale is a dish for a
king. OI must tell you what Dowden said!

--What? asked Besteglinton.

William Shakespeare and companylimited. The people's William.
For terms apply: E. DowdenHighfield house ...

--Lovely! Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. I asked him what he thought


of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard. He lifted his hands
and said: ALL WE CAN SAY IS THAT LIFE RAN VERY HIGH IN THOSE DAYS. Lovely!

Catamite.

--The sense of beauty leads us astraysaid beautifulinsadness Best to
ugling Eglinton.

Steadfast John replied severe:

--The doctor can tell us what those words mean. You cannot eat your cake
and have it.

Sayest thou so? Will they wrest from usfrom methe palm of beauty?

--And the sense of propertyStephen said. He drew Shylock out of his own
long pocket. The son of a maltjobber and moneylender he was himself a
cornjobber and moneylenderwith ten tods of corn hoarded in the famine
riots. His borrowers are no doubt those divers of worship mentioned by
Chettle Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing. He sued a
fellowplayer for the price of a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of
flesh in interest for every money lent. How else could Aubrey's ostler and
callboy get rich quick? All events brought grist to his mill. Shylock
chimes with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the
queen's leech Lopezhis jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheeny
was yet alive: HAMLET and MACBETH with the coming to the throne of a
Scotch philosophaster with a turn for witchroasting. The lost armada is
his jeer in LOVE'S LABOUR LOST. His pageantsthe historiessail
fullbellied on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm. Warwickshire jesuits are
tried and we have a porter's theory of equivocation. The SEA VENTURE comes
home from Bermudas and the play Renan admired is written with Patsy
Calibanour American cousin. The sugared sonnets follow Sidney's. As for
fay Elizabethotherwise carrotty Bessthe gross virgin who inspired THE
MERRY WIVES OF WINDSORlet some meinherr from Almany grope his life long
for deephid meanings in the depths of the buckbasket.

I think you're getting on very nicely. Just mix up a mixture of
theolologicophilolological. MINGOMINXIMICTUMMINGERE.

--Prove that he was a jewJohn Eglinton dared'expectantly. Your dean of
studies holds he was a holy Roman.

SUFFLAMINANDUS SUM.

--He was made in GermanyStephen repliedas the champion French
polisher of Italian scandals.

--A myriadminded manMr Best reminded. Coleridge called him myriadminded.

AMPLIUS. IN SOCIETATE HUMANA HOC EST MAXIME NECESSARIUM UT SIT AMICITIA
INTER MULTOS.

--Saint ThomasStephen began ...

--ORA PRO NOBISMonk Mulligan groanedsinking to a chair.

There he keened a wailing rune.

--POGUE MAHONE! ACUSHLA MACHREE! It's destroyed we are from this day! It's
destroyed we are surely!

All smiled their smiles.


--Saint ThomasStephen smiling saidwhose gorbellied works I enjoy
reading in the originalwriting of incest from a standpoint different
from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke oflikens it in his
wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions. He means that the love
so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some
stranger whoit may behungers for it. Jewswhom christians tax
with avariceare of all races the most given to intermarriage.
Accusations are made in anger. The christian laws which built up
the hoards of the jews (for whomas for the lollardsstorm was shelter)
bound their affections too with hoops of steel. Whether these be sins
or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us at doomsday leet. But a man who
holds so tightly to what he calls his rights over what he calls his debts
will hold tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls
his wife. No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or his
manservant or his maidservant or his jackass.

--Or his jennyassBuck Mulligan antiphoned.

--Gentle Will is being roughly handledgentle Mr Best said gently.

--Which will? gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan. We are getting mixed.

--The will to liveJohn Eglinton philosophisedfor poor AnnWill's
widowis the will to die.

--REQUIESCAT! Stephen prayed.

WHAT OF ALL THE WILL TO DO?
IT HAS VANISHED LONG AGO ...


--She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that secondbest bedthe mobled
queeneven though you prove that a bed in those days was as rare as a
motorcar is now and that its carvings were the wonder of seven parishes.
In old age she takes up with gospellers (one stayed with her at New Place
and drank a quart of sack the town council paid for but in which bed he
slept it skills not to ask) and heard she had a soul. She read or had read
to her his chapbooks preferring them to the MERRY WIVES andloosing her
nightly waters on the jordanshe thought over HOOKS AND EYES FOR
BELIEVERS' BREECHES and THE MOST SPIRITUAL SNUFFBOX TO MAKE THE MOST
DEVOUT SOULS SNEEZE. Venus has twisted her lips in prayer. Agenbite of
inwit: remorse of conscience. It is an age of exhausted whoredom groping
for its god.

--History shows that to be trueINQUIT EGLINTONUS CHRONOLOLOGOS. The ages
succeed one another. But we have it on high authority that a man's worst
enemies shall be those of his own house and family. I feel that Russell is
right. What do we care for his wife or father? I should say that only
family poets have family lives. Falstaff was not a family man. I feel that
the fat knight is his supreme creation.

Leanhe lay back. Shydeny thy kindredthe unco guid. Shysupping
with the godlesshe sneaks the cup. A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade it
him. Visits him here on quarter days. Mr Mageesirthere's a gentleman
to see you. Me? Says he's your fathersir. Give me my Wordsworth. Enter
Magee Mor Matthewa rugged rough rugheaded kernin strossers with a
buttoned codpiecehis nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests
a wand of wilding in his hand.

Your own? He knows your old fellow. The widower.

Hurrying to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the quayside I
touched his hand. The voicenew warmthspeaking. Dr Bob Kenny is


attending her. The eyes that wish me well. But do not know me.

--A fatherStephen saidbattling against hopelessnessis a necessary
evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father's death. If
you hold that hea greying man with two marriageable daughterswith
thirtyfive years of lifeNEL MEZZO DEL CAMMIN DI NOSTRA VITAwith fifty
of experienceis the beardless undergraduate from Wittenberg then you
must hold that his seventyyear old mother is the lustful queen. No. The
corpse of John Shakespeare does not walk the night. From hour to hour it
rots and rots. He restsdisarmed of fatherhoodhaving devised that
mystical estate upon his son. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first and
last man who felt himself with child. Fatherhoodin the sense of
conscious begettingis unknown to man. It is a mystical estatean
apostolic successionfrom only begetter to only begotten. On that mystery
and not on the madonna which the cunning Italian intellect flung
to the mob of Europe the church is founded and founded irremovably
because foundedlike the worldmacro and microcosmupon the void. Upon
incertitudeupon unlikelihood. AMOR MATRISsubjective and objective
genitivemay be the only true thing in life. Paternity may be a legal
fiction. Who is the father of any son that any son should love him or he
any son?

What the hell are you driving at?

I know. Shut up. Blast you. I have reasons.

AMPLIUS. ADHUC. ITERUM. POSTEA.

Are you condemned to do this?

--They are sundered by a bodily shame so steadfast that the criminal
annals of the worldstained with all other incests and bestialities
hardly record its breach. Sons with motherssires with daughterslesbic
sistersloves that dare not speak their namenephews with grandmothers
jailbirds with keyholesqueens with prize bulls. The son unborn mars
beauty: bornhe brings paindivides affectionincreases care. He is a
new male: his growth is his father's declinehis youth his father's envy
his friend his father's enemy.

In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought it.

--What links them in nature? An instant of blind rut.

Am I a father? If I were?

Shrunken uncertain hand.

--Sabelliusthe Africansubtlest heresiarch of all the beasts of the
fieldheld that the Father was Himself His Own Son. The bulldog of Aquin
with whom no word shall be impossiblerefutes him. Well: if the father
who has not a son be not a father can the son who has not a father be a
son? When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet of the same
name in the comedy of errors wrote HAMLET he was not the father of his own
son merely butbeing no more a sonhe was and felt himself the father of
all his racethe father of his own grandfatherthe father of his unborn
grandson whoby the same tokennever was bornfor natureas Mr Magee
understands herabhors perfection.

Eglintoneyesquick with pleasurelooked up shybrightly. Gladly
glancinga merry puritanthrough the twisted eglantine.

Flatter. Rarely. But flatter.

--Himself his own fatherSonmulligan told himself. Wait. I am big with


child. I have an unborn child in my brain. Pallas Athena! A play! The
play's the thing! Let me parturiate!

He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.

--As for his familyStephen saidhis mother's name lives in the forest
of Arden. Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in
CORIOLANUS. His boyson's death is the deathscene of young Arthur in KING
JOHN. Hamletthe black princeis Hamnet Shakespeare. Who the girls in
THE TEMPESTin PERICLESin WINTER'S TALE are we know. Who Cleopatra
fleshpot of Egyptand Cressid and Venus are we may guess. But there is
another member of his family who is recorded.

--The plot thickensJohn Eglinton said.

The quaker librarianquakingtiptoed inquakehis maskquake
with hastequakequack.

Door closed. Cell. Day.

They list. Three. They.

I you he they.

Comemess.

STEPHEN: He had three brothersGilbertEdmundRichard. Gilbert in his
old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer
one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up
in Lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man on's back. The playhouse sausage
filled Gilbert's soul. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a Richard are
recorded in the works of sweet William.

MAGEEGLINJOHN: Names! What's in a name?

BEST: That is my nameRicharddon't you know. I hope you are going to
say a good word for Richarddon't you knowfor my sake.

(Laughter)

BUCKMULLIGAN: (PIANODIMINUENDO)

Then outspoke medical Dick

To his comrade medical Davy ...

STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Willsthe villain shakebagsIago
Richard CrookbackEdmund in KING LEARtwo bear the wicked uncles' names.
Naythat last play was written or being written while his brother Edmund
lay dying in Southwark.

BEST: I hope Edmund is going to catch it. I don't want Richard
my name ...

(Laughter)

QUAKERLYSTER: (A TEMPO) But he that filches from me my good name ...

STEPHEN: (STRINGENDO) He has hidden his own namea fair nameWilliam
in the playsa super herea clown thereas a painter of old Italy set
his face in a dark corner of his canvas. He has revealed it in the sonnets
where there is Will in overplus. Like John o'Gaunt his name is dear to him
as dear as the coat and crest he toadied foron a bend sable a spear or
steeled argenthonorificabilitudinitatibusdearer than his glory of
greatest shakescene in the country. What's in a name? That is what we ask


ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours. A
stara daystara firedrakerose at his birth. It shone by day in the
heavens alonebrighter than Venus in the nightand by night it shone
over delta in Cassiopeiathe recumbent constellation which is the
signature of his initial among the stars. His eyes watched itlowlying on
the horizoneastward of the bearas he walked by the slumberous summer
fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from her arms.

Both satisfied. I too.

Don't tell them he was nine years old when it was quenched.

And from her arms.

Wait to be wooed and won. Aymeacock. Who will woo you?

Read the skies. AUTONTIMORUMENOS. BOUS STEPHANOUMENOS. Where's
your configuration? StephenStephencut the bread even. S. D: SUA DONNA.
GIA: DI LUI. GELINDO RISOLVE DI NON AMARE S. D.

--What is thatMr Dedalus? the quaker librarian asked. Was it a celestial
phenomenon?

--A star by nightStephen said. A pillar of the cloud by day.

What more's to speak?

Stephen looked on his hathis stickhis boots.

STEPHANOSmy crown. My sword. His boots are spoiling the shape of
my feet. Buy a pair. Holes in my socks. Handkerchief too.

--You make good use of the nameJohn Eglinton allowed. Your own name
is strange enough. I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.

MeMagee and Mulligan.

Fabulous artificer. The hawklike man. You flew. Whereto?
Newhaven-Dieppesteerage passenger. Paris and back. Lapwing. Icarus.
PATERAIT. Seabedabbledfallenweltering. Lapwing you are. Lapwing be.

Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book to say:

--That's very interesting because that brother motivedon't you knowwe
find also in the old Irish myths. Just what you say. The three brothers
Shakespeare. In Grimm toodon't you knowthe fairytales. The third
brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best prize.

Best of Best brothers. Goodbetterbest.

The quaker librarian springhalted near.

--I should like to knowhe saidwhich brother you ... I understand you
to suggest there was misconduct with one of the brothers ... But
perhaps I am anticipating?

He caught himself in the act: looked at all: refrained.

An attendant from the doorway called:

--Mr Lyster! Father Dineen wants ...

--OFather Dineen! Directly.


Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was rectly gone.

John Eglinton touched the foil.

--Comehe said. Let us hear what you have to say of Richard and
Edmund. You kept them for the lastdidn't you?


--In asking you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie and
nuncle EdmundStephen answeredI feel I am asking too much perhaps. A
brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.


Lapwing.


Where is your brother? Apothecaries' hall. My whetstone. Himthen
CranlyMulligan: now these. Speechspeech. But act. Act speech. They
mock to try you. Act. Be acted on.


Lapwing.


I am tired of my voicethe voice of Esau. My kingdom for a drink.


On.


--You will say those names were already in the chronicles from which he
took the stuff of his plays. Why did he take them rather than others?
Richarda whoreson crookbackmisbegottenmakes love to a widowed
Ann (what's in a name?)woos and wins hera whoreson merry widow.
Richard the conquerorthird brothercame after William the conquered.
The other four acts of that play hang limply from that first. Of all his
kings Richard is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare's reverence
the angel of the world. Why is the underplot of KING LEAR in which Edmund
figures lifted out of Sidney's ARCADIA and spatchcocked on to a Celtic
legend older than history?


--That was Will's wayJohn Eglinton defended. We should not now
combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith.
QUE VOULEZ-VOUS? Moore would say. He puts Bohemia on the seacoast and
makes Ulysses quote Aristotle.


--Why? Stephen answered himself. Because the theme of the false or the
usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to Shakespeare
what the poor are notalways with him. The note of banishment
banishment from the heartbanishment from homesounds uninterruptedly
from THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA onward till Prospero breaks his staff
buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his book. It doubles
itself in the middle of his lifereflects itself in anotherrepeats
itselfprotasisepitasiscatastasiscatastrophe. It repeats
itself again when he is near the gravewhen his married daughter
Susanchip of the old blockis accused of adultery. But it was
the original sin that darkened his understandingweakened his
will and left in him a strong inclination to evil. The words are
those of my lords bishops of Maynooth. An original sin andlike original
sincommitted by another in whose sin he too has sinned. It is between
the lines of his last written wordsit is petrified on his tombstone
under which her four bones are not to be laid. Age has not withered it.
Beauty and peace have not done it away. It is in infinite variety
everywhere in the world he has createdin MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHINGtwice
in AS YOU LIKE ITin THE TEMPESTin HAMLETin MEASURE FOR MEASURE--and
in all the other plays which I have not read.


He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.


Judge Eglinton summed up.



--The truth is midwayhe affirmed. He is the ghost and the prince. He is
all in all.

--He isStephen said. The boy of act one is the mature man of act five.
All in all. In CYMBELINEin OTHELLO he is bawd and cuckold. He acts and
is acted on. Lover of an ideal or a perversionlike Jose he kills the
real Carmen. His unremitting intellect is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly
willing that the moor in him shall suffer.

--Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. O word of fear!

Dark dome receivedreverbed.

--And what a character is Iago! undaunted John Eglinton exclaimed.
When all is said Dumas FILS (or is it Dumas PERE?) is right. After God
Shakespeare has created most.

--Man delights him not nor woman neitherStephen said. He returns after
a life of absence to that spot of earth where he was bornwhere he has
always beenman and boya silent witness and therehis journey of life
endedhe plants his mulberrytree in the earth. Then dies. The motion is
ended. Gravediggers bury Hamlet PERE and Hamlet FILS. A king and a
prince at last in deathwith incidental music. Andwhat though murdered
and betrayedbewept by all frail tender hearts forDane or Dubliner
sorrow for the dead is the only husband from whom they refuse to be
divorced. If you like the epilogue look long on it: prosperous Prospero
the good man rewardedLizziegrandpa's lump of loveand nuncle Richie
the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the place where the bad niggers
go. Strong curtain. He found in the world without as actual what was in his
world within as possible. Maeterlinck says: IF SOCRATES LEAVE HIS HOUSE
TODAY HE WILL FIND THE SAGE SEATED ON HIS DOORSTEP. IF JUDAS GO FORTH
TONIGHT IT IS TO JUDAS HIS STEPS WILL TEND. Every life is many days
day after day. We walk through ourselvesmeeting robbersghostsgiants
old menyoung menwiveswidowsbrothers-in-lovebut always meeting
ourselves. The playwright who wrote the folio of this world and wrote it
badly (He gave us light first and the sun two days later)the lord of
things as they are whom the most Roman of catholics call DIO BOIA
hangman godis doubtless all in all in all of usostler and butcher
and would be bawd and cuckold too but that in the economy of heaven
foretold by Hamletthere are no more marriagesglorified manan
androgynous angelbeing a wife unto himself.

--EUREKA! Buck Mulligan cried. EUREKA!

Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton's
desk.

--May I? he said. The Lord has spoken to Malachi.

He began to scribble on a slip of paper.

Take some slips from the counter going out.

--Those who are marriedMr Bestdouce heraldsaidall save oneshall
live. The rest shall keep as they are.

He laughedunmarriedat Eglinton Johannesof arts a bachelor.

Unwedunfanciedware of wilesthey fingerponder nightly each his
variorum edition of THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.

--You are a delusionsaid roundly John Eglinton to Stephen. You have
brought us all this way to show us a French triangle. Do you believe your


own theory?

--NoStephen said promptly.

--Are you going to write it? Mr Best asked. You ought to make it a
dialoguedon't you knowlike the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote.

John Eclecticon doubly smiled.

--Wellin that casehe saidI don't see why you should expect payment
for it since you don't believe it yourself. Dowden believes there is some
mystery in HAMLET but will say no more. Herr Bleibtreuthe man Piper met
in Berlinwho is working up that Rutland theorybelieves that the secret
is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is going to visit the present
dukePiper saysand prove to him that his ancestor wrote the plays.
It will come as a surprise to his grace. But he believes his theory.

I believeO Lordhelp my unbelief. That ishelp me to believe or help
me to unbelieve? Who helps to believe? EGOMEN. Who to unbelieve? Other
chap.

--You are the only contributor to DANA who asks for pieces of silver. Then
I don't know about the next number. Fred Ryan wants space for an article
on economics.

Fraidrine. Two pieces of silver he lent me. Tide you over. Economics.

--For a guineaStephen saidyou can publish this interview.

Buck Mulligan stood up from his laughing scribblinglaughing: and
then gravely saidhoneying malice:

--I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper
Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the study of the SUMMA CONTRA
GENTILES in the company of two gonorrheal ladiesFresh Nelly and Rosalie
the coalquay whore.

He broke away.

--ComeKinch. Comewandering Aengus of the birds.

ComeKinch. You have eaten all we left. Ay. I will serve you your orts
and offals.

Stephen rose.

Life is many days. This will end.

--We shall see you tonightJohn Eglinton said. NOTRE AMI Moore says
Malachi Mulligan must be there.

Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.

--Monsieur Moorehe saidlecturer on French letters to the youth of
Ireland. I'll be there. ComeKinchthe bards must drink. Can you walk
straight?

Laughinghe ...

Swill till eleven. Irish nights entertainment.

Lubber ...

Stephen followed a lubber ...


One day in the national library we had a discussion. Shakes. After.
His lub back: I followed. I gall his kibe.

Stephengreetingthen all amortfollowed a lubber jestera
wellkempt headnewbarberedout of the vaulted cell into a shattering
daylight of no thought.

What have I learned? Of them? Of me?

Walk like Haines now.

The constant readers' room. In the readers' book Cashel Boyle
O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables. Item: was
Hamlet mad? The quaker's pate godlily with a priesteen in booktalk.

--O please dosir ... I shall be most pleased ...

Amused Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himselfselfnodding:

--A pleased bottom.

The turnstile.

Is that? ... Blueribboned hat ... Idly writing ... What? Looked? ...

The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.

Puck Mulliganpanamahelmetedwent step by stepiambingtrolling:

JOHN EGLINTONMY JOJOHN
WHY WON'T YOU WED A WIFE?


He spluttered to the air:


--Othe chinless Chinaman! Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton. We went over to their
playboxHaines and Ithe plumbers' hall. Our players are creating a new
art for Europe like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck. Abbey Theatre! I smell
the pubic sweat of monks.


He spat blank.


Forgot: any more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him.
And left the FEMME DE TRENTE ANS. And why no other children born? And his
first child a girl?


Afterwit. Go back.


The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling
minion of pleasurePhedo's toyable fair hair.


Eh ... I just eh ... wanted ... I forgot ... he ...


--Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there ...


Puck Mulligan footed featlytrilling:


I HARDLY HEAR THE PURLIEU CRY
OR A TOMMY TALK AS I PASS ONE BY
BEFORE MY THOUGHTS BEGIN TO RUN
ON F. M'CURDY ATKINSON
THE SAME THAT HAD THE WOODEN LEG



AND THAT FILIBUSTERING FILIBEG
THAT NEVER DARED TO SLAKE HIS DROUTH
MAGEE THAT HAD THE CHINLESS MOUTH.
BEING AFRAID TO MARRY ON EARTH
THEY MASTURBATED FOR ALL THEY WERE WORTH.


Jest on. Know thyself.

Haltedbelow mea quizzer looks at me. I halt.

--Mournful mummerBuck Mulligan moaned. Synge has left off wearing
black to be like nature. Only crowspriests and English coal are black.

A laugh tripped over his lips.

--Longworth is awfully sickhe saidafter what you wrote about that old
hake Gregory. O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit! She gets you a job on
the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus. Couldn't you do
the Yeats touch?

He went on and downmoppingchanting with waving graceful arms:

--The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time.
One thinks of Homer.

He stopped at the stairfoot.

--I have conceived a play for the mummershe said solemnly.

The pillared Moorish hallshadows entwined. Gone the nine men's
morrice with caps of indices.

In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet:

EVERYMAN HIS OWN WIFE
OR
A HONEYMOON IN THE HAND
(A NATIONAL IMMORALITY IN THREE ORGASMS)
BY
BALLOCKY MULLIGAN


He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephensaying:

--The disguiseI fearis thin. But listen.

He readMARCATO:

--Characters:

TODY TOSTOFF (a ruined Pole)
CRAB (a bushranger)
MEDICAL DICK )


and ) (two birds with one stone)
MEDICAL DAVY )
MOTHER GROGAN (a watercarrier)
FRESH NELLY


and
ROSALIE (the coalquay whore).


He laughedlolling a to and fro headwalking onfollowed by Stephen:


and mirthfully he told the shadowssouls of men:

--Othe night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to lift
their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured
multicolouredmultitudinous vomit!

--The most innocent son of ErinStephen saidfor whom they ever lifted
them.

About to pass through the doorwayfeeling one behindhe stood aside.

Part. The moment is now. Where then? If Socrates leave his house
todayif Judas go forth tonight. Why? That lies in space which I in time
must come toineluctably.

My will: his will that fronts me. Seas between.

A man passed out between thembowinggreeting.

--Good day againBuck Mulligan said.

The portico.

Here I watched the birds for augury. Aengus of the birds. They go
they come. Last night I flew. Easily flew. Men wondered. Street of harlots
after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see.

--The wandering jewBuck Mulligan whispered with clown's awe. Did you
see his eye? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear theeancient
mariner. OKinchthou art in peril. Get thee a breechpad.

Manner of Oxenford.

Day. Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.

A dark back went before themstep of a parddownout by the
gatewayunder portcullis barbs.

They followed.

Offend me still. Speak on.

Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. No birds. Frail
from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascendedplumingand in a flaw
of softness softly were blown.

Cease to strive. Peace of the druid priests of Cymbeline: hierophantic:
from wide earth an altar.

LAUD WE THE GODS
AND LET OUR CROOKED SMOKES CLIMB TO THEIR NOSTRILS
FROM OUR BLESS'D ALTARS.


* * * * * * *

The superiorthe very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth
watch in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps. Five to
three. Just nice time to walk to Artane. What was that boy's name again?
Dignam. Yes. VERE DIGNUM ET IUSTUM EST. Brother Swan was the person to
see. Mr Cunningham's letter. Yes. Oblige himif possible. Good practical
catholic: useful at mission time.


A onelegged sailorswinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his
crutchesgrowled some notes. He jerked short before the convent of the
sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the very
reverend John Conmee S. J. Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his
purse heldhe knewone silver crown.

Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square. He thoughtbut not for
longof soldiers and sailorswhose legs had been shot off by
cannonballsending their days in some pauper wardand of cardinal
Wolsey's words: IF I HAD SERVED MY GOD AS I HAVE SERVED MY KING HE WOULD
NOT HAVE ABANDONED ME IN MY OLD DAYS. He walked by the treeshade of
sunnywinking leaves: and towards him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy

M.P.
--Very wellindeedfather. And youfather?

Father Conmee was wonderfully well indeed. He would go to Buxton
probably for the waters. And her boyswere they getting on well at
Belvedere? Was that so? Father Conmee was very glad indeed to hear that.
And Mr Sheehy himself? Still in London. The house was still sittingto be
sure it was. Beautiful weather it wasdelightful indeed. Yesit was very
probable that Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach. O
yes: a very great success. A wonderful man really.

Father Conmee was very glad to see the wife of Mr David Sheehy

M.P. Iooking so well and he begged to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy
M.P. Yeshe would certainly call.
--Good afternoonMrs Sheehy.

Father Conmee doffed his silk hat and smiledas he took leaveat the
jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun. And smiled yet againin
going. He had cleaned his teethhe knewwith arecanut paste.

Father Conmee walked andwalkingsmiled for he thought on Father
Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and cockney voice.

--Pilate! Wy don't you old back that owlin mob?

A zealous manhowever. Really he was. And really did great good in.
his way. Beyond a doubt. He loved Irelandhe saidand he loved the
Irish. Of good family too would one think it? Welshwere they not?

Olest he forget. That letter to father provincial.

Father Conmee stopped three little schoolboys at the corner of
Mountjoy square. Yes: they were from Belvedere. The little house. Aha.
And were they good boys at school? O. That was very good now. And what
was his name? Jack Sohan. And his name? Ger. Gallaher. And the other
little man? His name was Brunny Lynam. Othat was a very nice name to
have.

Father Conmee gave a letter from his breast to Master Brunny Lynam
and pointed to the red pillarbox at the corner of Fitzgibbon street.

--But mind you don't post yourself into the boxlittle manhe said.

The boys sixeyed Father Conmee and laughed:

--Osir.

--Welllet me see if you can post a letterFather Conmee said.


Master Brunny Lynam ran across the road and put Father Conmee's
letter to father provincial into the mouth of the bright red letterbox.
Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled and walked along Mountjoy
square east.

Mr Denis J Maginniprofessor of dancing &cin silk hatslate
frockcoat with silk facingswhite kerchief tietight lavender trousers
canary gloves and pointed patent bootswalking with grave deportment
most respectfully took the curbstone as he passed lady Maxwell at the
corner of Dignam's court.

Was that not Mrs M'Guinness?

Mrs M'Guinnessstatelysilverhairedbowed to Father Conmee from
the farther footpath along which she sailed. And Father Conmee smiled and
saluted. How did she do?

A fine carriage she had. Like Maryqueen of Scotssomething. And to
think that she was a pawnbroker! Wellnow! Such a ... what should he
say? ... such a queenly mien.

Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the
shutup free church on his left. The reverend T. R. Greene B.A. will(D.V.)
speak. The incumbent they called him. He felt it incumbent on him to say a
few words. But one should be charitable. Invincible ignorance. They acted
according to their lights.

Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North
Circular road. It was a wonder that there was not a tramline in such an
important thoroughfare. Surelythere ought to be.

A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street. All
raised untidy caps. Father Conmee greeted them more than once benignly.
Christian brother boys.

Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked. Saint
Joseph's churchPortland row. For aged and virtuous females. Father
Conmee raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament. Virtuous: but occasionally
they were also badtempered.

Near Aldborough house Father Conmee thought of that spendthrift
nobleman. And now it was an office or something.

Father Conmee began to walk along the North Strand road and was
saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop.
Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours
that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter. He passed
Grogan's the Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a
dreadful catastrophe in New York. In America those things were
continually happening. Unfortunate people to die like thatunprepared.
Stillan act of perfect contrition.

Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the
window of which two unlabouring men lounged. They saluted him and
were saluted.

Father Conmee passed H. J. O'Neill's funeral establishment where
Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade of
hay. A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee and Father Conmee
saluted the constable. In Youkstetter'sthe porkbutcher'sFather Conmee
observed pig's puddingswhite and black and redlie neatly curled in
tubes.

Moored under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee saw a


turfbargea towhorse with pendent heada bargeman with a hat of dirty
straw seated amidshipssmoking and staring at a branch of poplar above
him. It was idyllic: and Father Conmee reflected on the providence of the
Creator who had made turf to be in bogs whence men might dig it out and
bring it to town and hamlet to make fires in the houses of poor people.

On Newcomen bridge the very reverend John Conmee S.J. of saint
Francis Xavier's churchupper Gardiner streetstepped on to an outward
bound tram.

Off an inward bound tram stepped the reverend Nicholas Dudley

C. C. of saint Agatha's churchnorth William streeton to Newcomen
bridge.
At Newcomen bridge Father Conmee stepped into an outward bound
tram for he disliked to traverse on foot the dingy way past Mud Island.


Father Conmee sat in a corner of the tramcara blue ticket tucked
with care in the eye of one plump kid glovewhile four shillingsa
sixpence and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his
purse. Passing the ivy church he reflected that the ticket inspector
usually made his visit when one had carelessly thrown away the ticket.
The solemnity of the occupants of the car seemed to Father Conmee
excessive for a journey so short and cheap. Father Conmee liked cheerful
decorum.


It was a peaceful day. The gentleman with the glasses opposite Father
Conmee had finished explaining and looked down. His wifeFather
Conmee supposed. A tiny yawn opened the mouth of the wife of the gentleman
with the glasses. She raised her small gloved fistyawned ever so gently
tiptapping her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled tinily
sweetly.


Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car. He perceived also
that the awkward man at the other side of her was sitting on the edge of
the seat.


Father Conmee at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the
mouth of the awkward old man who had the shaky head.


At Annesley bridge the tram halted andwhen it was about to goan
old woman rose suddenly from her place to alight. The conductor pulled
the bellstrap to stay the car for her. She passed out with her basket and
a marketnet: and Father Conmee saw the conductor help her and net and
basket down: and Father Conmee thought thatas she had nearly passed
the end of the penny fareshe was one of those good souls who had always
to be told twice BLESS YOUMY CHILDthat they have been absolvedPRAY
FOR ME. But they had so many worries in lifeso many carespoor
creatures.


From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at
Father Conmee.


Father Conmee thought of the souls of black and brown and yellow
men and of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African mission
and of the propagation of the faith and of the millions of black and brown
and yellow souls that had not received the baptism of water when their last
hour came like a thief in the night. That book by the Belgian jesuitLE
NOMBRE DES ELUSseemed to Father Conmee a reasonable plea. Those were
millions of human souls created by God in His Own likeness to whom the
faith had not (D.V.) been brought. But they were God's soulscreated by
God. It seemed to Father Conmee a pity that they should all be losta
wasteif one might say.



At the Howth road stop Father Conmee alightedwas saluted by the
conductor and saluted in his turn.

The Malahide road was quiet. It pleased Father Conmeeroad and
name. The joybells were ringing in gay Malahide. Lord Talbot de Malahide
immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the seas adjoining.
Then came the call to arms and she was maidwife and widow in one day.
Those were old worldish daysloyal times in joyous townlandsold times
in the barony.

Father Conmeewalkingthought of his little book OLD TIMES IN THE
BARONY and of the book that might be written about jesuit houses and of
Mary Rochfortdaughter of lord Molesworthfirst countess of Belvedere.

A listless ladyno more youngwalked alone the shore of lough
EnnelMaryfirst countess of Belvederelistlessly walking in the
eveningnot startled when an otter plunged. Who could know the truth?
Not the jealous lord Belvedere and not her confessor if she had not
committed adultery fullyEIACULATIO SEMINIS INTER VAS NATURALE MULIERIS
with her husband's brother? She would half confess if she had not all
sinned as women did. Only God knew and she and heher husband's brother.

Father Conmee thought of that tyrannous incontinenceneeded
however for man's race on earthand of the ways of God which were not
our ways.

Don John Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. He was
humane and honoured there. He bore in mind secrets confessed and he
smiled at smiling noble faces in a beeswaxed drawingroomceiled with full
fruit clusters. And the hands of a bride and of a bridegroomnoble to
noblewere impalmed by Don John Conmee.

It was a charming day.

The lychgate of a field showed Father Conmee breadths of cabbages
curtseying to him with ample underleaves. The sky showed him a flock of
small white clouds going slowly down the wind. MOUTONNERthe French
said. A just and homely word.

Father Conmeereading his officewatched a flock of muttoning
clouds over Rathcoffey. His thinsocked ankles were tickled by the stubble
of Clongowes field. He walked therereading in the eveningand heard the
cries of the boys' lines at their playyoung cries in the quiet evening.
He was their rector: his reign was mild.

Father Conmee drew off his gloves and took his rededged breviary out.
An ivory bookmark told him the page.

Nones. He should have read that before lunch. But lady Maxwell had come.

Father Conmee read in secret PATER and AVE and crossed his breast.
DEUS IN ADIUTORIUM.

He walked calmly and read mutely the noneswalking and reading till
he came to RES in BEATI IMMACULATI: PRINCIPIUM VERBORUM TUORUM VERITAS:
IN ETERNUM OMNIA INDICIA IUSTITIAE TUAE.

A flushed young man came from a gap of a hedge and after him came
a young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand. The young man
raised his cap abruptly: the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care
detached from her light skirt a clinging twig.

Father Conmee blessed both gravely and turned a thin page of his
breviary. SIN: PRINCIPES PERSECUTI SUNT ME GRATIS: ET A VERBIS TUIS


FORMIDAVIT COR MEUM.

* * * * *

Corny Kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced with his
drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. He pulled himself
erectwent to it andspinning it on its axleviewed its shape and brass
furnishings. Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to
the doorway. There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and
leaned against the doorcaselooking idly out.

Father John Conmee stepped into the Dollymount tram on
Newcomen bridge.

Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazedhis hat
downtiltedchewing his blade of hay.

Constable 57Con his beatstood to pass the time of day.

--That's a fine dayMr Kelleher.

--AyCorny Kelleher said.

--It's very closethe constable said.

Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth
while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a
coin.

--What's the best news? he asked.

--I seen that particular party last eveningthe constable said with bated
breath.

* * * * *

A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell's corner
skirting Rabaiotti's icecream carand jerked himself up Eccles street.
Towards Larry O'Rourkein shirtsleeves in his doorwayhe growled
unamiably:

--FOR ENGLAND ...

He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus
halted and growled:

--HOME AND BEAUTY.

J. J. O'Molloy's white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was
in the warehouse with a visitor.
A stout lady stoppedtook a copper coin from her purse and dropped
it into the cap held out to her. The sailor grumbled thanksglanced
sourly at the unheeding windowssank his head and swung himself forward
four strides.

He halted and growled angrily:

--FOR ENGLAND ...


Two barefoot urchinssucking long liquorice laceshalted near him
gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.


He swung himself forward in vigorous jerkshaltedlifted his head
towards a window and bayed deeply:


--HOME AND BEAUTY.


The gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or twoceased.
The blind of the window was drawn aside. A card UNFURNISHED APARTMENTS
slipped from the sash and fell. A plump bare generous arm shonewas seen
held forth from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps. A woman's
hand flung forth a coin over the area railings. It fell on the path.


One of the urchins ran to itpicked it up and dropped it into the
minstrel's capsaying:


--Theresir.


* * * * *

Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming
kitchen.

--Did you put in the books? Boody asked.

Maggy at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling
suds twice with her potstick and wiped her brow.

--They wouldn't give anything on themshe said.

Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fieldshis thinsocked
ankles tickled by stubble.

--Where did you try? Boody asked.
--M'Guinness's.


Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table.
--Bad cess to her big face! she cried.


Katey went to the range and peered with squinting eyes.
--What's in the pot? she asked.


--ShirtsMaggy said.
Boody cried angrily:


--Crickeyis there nothing for us to eat?
Kateylifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirtasked:


--And what's in this?
A heavy fume gushed in answer.


--PeasoupMaggy said.
--Where did you get it? Katey asked.



--Sister Mary PatrickMaggy said.
The lacquey rang his bell.


--Barang!
Boody sat down at the table and said hungrily:


--Give us it here.


Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl. Katey
sitting opposite Boodysaid quietlyas her fingertip lifted to her mouth
random crumbs:

--A good job we have that much. Where's Dilly?

--Gone to meet fatherMaggy said.
Boodybreaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soupadded:


--Our father who art not in heaven.
Maggypouring yellow soup in Katey's bowlexclaimed:


--Boody! For shame!


A skiffa crumpled throwawayElijah is comingrode lightly down
the Liffeyunder Loopline bridgeshooting the rapids where water chafed
around the bridgepierssailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains
between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay.

* * * * *

The blond girl in Thornton's bedded the wicker basket with rustling
fibre. Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper
and a small jar.

--Put these in firstwill you? he said.

--Yessirthe blond girl said. And the fruit on top.
--That'll dogame ballBlazes Boylan said.

She bestowed fat pears neatlyhead by tailand among them ripe
shamefaced peaches.

Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the
fruitsmelling shoplifting fruitsyoung juicy crinkled and plump red
tomatoessniffing smells.

H. E. L. Y.'S filed before himtallwhitehattedpast Tangier lane
plodding towards their goal.
He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberriesdrew a gold watch
from his fob and held it at its chain's length.

--Can you send them by tram? Now?

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the
hawker's cart.
--Certainlysir. Is it in the city?



--OyesBlazes Boylan said. Ten minutes.

The blond girl handed him a docket and pencil.

--Will you write the addresssir?

Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her.

--Send it at oncewill you? he said. It's for an invalid.

--Yessir. I willsir.

Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket.

--What's the damage? he asked.

The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.

Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet. He
took a red carnation from the tall stemglass.

--This for me? he asked gallantly.

The blond girl glanced sideways at himgot up regardlesswith his tie
a bit crookedblushing.

--Yessirshe said.

Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches.

Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse with more favourthe stalk of the
red flower between his smiling teeth.

--May I say a word to your telephonemissy? he asked roguishly.

* * * * *

--MA! Almidano Artifoni said.

He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.

Two carfuls of tourists passed slowlytheir women sitting fore
gripping the handrests. Palefaces. Men's arms frankly round their stunted
forms. They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of the bank
of Ireland where pigeons roocoocooed.

--ANCH'IO HO AVUTO DI QUESTE IDEEAlmidano Artifoni saidQUAND' ERO
GIOVINE COME LEI. EPPOI MI SONO CONVINTO CHE IL MONDO E UNA BESTIA.
PECCATO. PERCHE LA SUA VOCE ... SAREBBE UN CESPITE DI RENDITAVIA.
INVECELEI SI SACRIFICA.

--SACRIFIZIO INCRUENTOStephen said smilingswaying his ashplant in slow
swingswong from its midpointlightly.

--SPERIAMOthe round mustachioed face said pleasantly. MADIA RETTA A
ME. CI RIFLETTA.

By the stern stone hand of Grattanbidding haltan Inchicore tram
unloaded straggling Highland soldiers of a band.

--CI RIFLETTEROStephen saidglancing down the solid trouserleg.


--MASUL SERIOEH? Almidano Artifoni said.

His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly. Human eyes. They gazed
curiously an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram.

--ECCOLOAlmidano Artifoni said in friendly haste. VENGA A TROVARMI E CI
PENSI. ADDIOCARO.

--ARRIVEDERLAMAESTROStephen saidraising his hat when his hand was
freed. E GRAZIE.

--DI CHE? Almidano Artifoni said. SCUSIEH? TANTE BELLE COSE!

Almidano Artifoniholding up a baton of rolled music as a signal
trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. In vain he trotted
signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling
implements of music through Trinity gates.

* * * * *

Miss Dunne hid the Capel street library copy of THE WOMAN IN WHITE
far back in her drawer and rolled a sheet of gaudy notepaper into her
typewriter.

Too much mystery business in it. Is he in love with that oneMarion?
Change it and get another by Mary Cecil Haye.

The disk shot down the groovewobbled a whileceased and ogled
them: six.

Miss Dunne clicked on the keyboard:

--16 June 1904.

Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny's corner and
the slab where Wolfe Tone's statue was noteeled themselves turning

H. E. L. Y.'S and plodded back as they had come.
Then she stared at the large poster of Marie Kendallcharming soubrette
andlistlessly lollingscribbled on the jotter sixteens and capital
esses. Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. She's not nicelookingis she? The
way she's holding up her bit of a skirt. Wonder will that fellow be at the
band tonight. If I could get that dressmaker to make a concertina skirt
like Susy Nagle's. They kick out grand. Shannon and all the boatclub
swells never took his eyes off her. Hope to goodness he won't keep me here
till seven.

The telephone rang rudely by her ear.

--Hello. Yessir. Nosir. Yessir. I'll ring them up after five. Only
those twosirfor Belfast and Liverpool. All rightsir. Then I can go
after six if you're not back. A quarter after. Yessir. Twentyseven and
six. I'll tell him. Yes: onesevensix.

She scribbled three figures on an envelope.

--Mr Boylan! Hello! That gentleman from SPORT was in looking for you.
Mr Lenehanyes. He said he'll be in the Ormond at four. Nosir. Yes
sir. I'll ring them up after five.


* * * * *

Two pink faces turned in the flare of the tiny torch.

--Who's that? Ned Lambert asked. Is that Crotty?

--Ringabella and Crosshavena voice replied groping for foothold.

--HelloJackis that yourself? Ned Lambert saidraising in salute his
pliant lath among the flickering arches. Come on. Mind your steps there.

The vesta in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long soft
flame and was let fall. At their feet its red speck died: and mouldy air
closed round them.

--How interesting! a refined accent said in the gloom.

--YessirNed Lambert said heartily. We are standing in the historic
council chamber of saint Mary's abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed
himself a rebel in 1534. This is the most historic spot in all Dublin.
O'Madden Burke is going to write something about it one of these days. The
old bank of Ireland was over the way till the time of the union and the
original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over
in Adelaide road. You were never here beforeJackwere you?

--NoNed.

--He rode down through Dame walkthe refined accent saidif my
memory serves me. The mansion of the Kildares was in Thomas court.

--That's rightNed Lambert said. That's quite rightsir.

--If you will be so kind thenthe clergyman saidthe next time to allow
me perhaps ...

--CertainlyNed Lambert said. Bring the camera whenever you like. I'll
get those bags cleared away from the windows. You can take it from here or
from here.

In the still faint light he moved abouttapping with his lath the piled
seedbags and points of vantage on the floor.

From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.

--I'm deeply obligedMr Lambertthe clergyman said. I won't trespass on
your valuable time ...

--You're welcomesirNed Lambert said. Drop in whenever you like. Next
weeksay. Can you see?

--Yesyes. Good afternoonMr Lambert. Very pleased to have met you.

--Pleasure is minesirNed Lambert answered.

He followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away
among the pillars. With J. J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's
abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut
mealO'ConnorWexford.

He stood to read the card in his hand.

--The reverend Hugh C. LoveRathcoffey. Present address: Saint
Michael'sSallins. Nice young chap he is. He's writing a book about the


Fitzgeralds he told me. He's well up in historyfaith.

The young woman with slow care detached from her light skirt a
clinging twig.

--I thought you were at a new gunpowder plotJ. J. O'Molloy said.

Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the air.

--God! he cried. I forgot to tell him that one about the earl of Kildare
after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. You know that one? I'M BLOODY SORRY
I DID ITsays heBUT I DECLARE TO GOD I THOUGHT THE ARCHBISHOP WAS
INSIDE. He mightn't like itthough. What? GodI'll tell him anyhow.
That was the great earlthe Fitzgerald Mor. Hot members they were all of
themthe Geraldines.

The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness. He
slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried:

--Woasonny!

He turned to J. J. O'Molloy and asked:

--WellJack. What is it? What's the trouble? Wait awhile. Hold hard.

With gaping mouth and head far back he stood still andafter an
instantsneezed loudly.

--Chow! he said. Blast you!

--The dust from those sacksJ. J. O'Molloy said politely.

--NoNed Lambert gaspedI caught a ... cold night before ... blast
your soul ... night before last ... and there was a hell of a lot of
draught ...

He held his handkerchief ready for the coming ...

--I was ... Glasnevin this morning ... poor little ... what do you call
him ... Chow! ... Mother of Moses!

* * * * *

Tom Rochford took the top disk from the pile he clasped against his
claret waistcoat.

--See? he said. Say it's turn six. In heresee. Turn Now On.

He slid it into the left slot for them. It shot down the groovewobbled
a whileceasedogling them: six.

Lawyers of the pasthaughtypleadingbeheld pass from the
consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying
the costbag of GouldingCollis and Ward and heard rustling from the
admiralty division of king's bench to the court of appeal an elderly
female with false teeth smiling incredulously and a black silk skirt of
great amplitude.

--See? he said. See now the last one I put in is over here: Turns Over.
The impact. Leveragesee?

He showed them the rising column of disks on the right.


--Smart ideaNosey Flynn saidsnuffling. So a fellow coming in late can
see what turn is on and what turns are over.

--See? Tom Rochford said.

He slid in a disk for himself: and watched it shootwobbleoglestop:
four. Turn Now On.

--I'll see him now in the OrmondLenehan saidand sound him. One good
turn deserves another.

--DoTom Rochford said. Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience.

--GoodnightM'Coy said abruptly. When you two begin

Nosey Flynn stooped towards the leversnuffling at it.

--But how does it work hereTommy? he asked.

--TooralooLenehan said. See you later.

He followed M'Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.

--He's a herohe said simply.

--I knowM'Coy said. The drainyou mean.

--Drain? Lenehan said. It was down a manhole.

They passed Dan Lowry's musichall where Marie Kendallcharming
soubrettesmiled on them from a poster a dauby smile.

Going down the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall
Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole thing was. One of those manholes
like a bloody gaspipe and there was the poor devil stuck down in ithalf
choked with sewer gas. Down went Tom Rochford anyhowbooky's vest
and allwith the rope round him. And be damned but he got the rope round
the poor devil and the two were hauled up.

--The act of a herohe said.

At the Dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past
them for Jervis street.

--This wayhe saidwalking to the right. I want to pop into Lynam's to
see Sceptre's starting price. What's the time by your gold watch and
chain?

M'Coy peered into Marcus Tertius Moses' sombre officethen at
O'Neill's clock.

--After threehe said. Who's riding her?

--O. MaddenLenehan said. And a game filly she is.

While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with
gentle pushes of his toe from the path to the gutter. Fellow might damn
easy get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the dark.

The gates of the drive opened wide to give egress to the viceregal
cavalcade.

--Even moneyLenehan said returning. I knocked against Bantam Lyons in


there going to back a bloody horse someone gave him that hasn't an
earthly. Through here.

They went up the steps and under Merchants' arch. A darkbacked
figure scanned books on the hawker's cart.

--There he isLenehan said.

--Wonder what he's buyingM'Coy saidglancing behind.

--LEOPOLDO OR THE BLOOM IS ON THE RYELenehan said.

--He's dead nuts on salesM'Coy said. I was with him one day and he
bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. There were
fine plates in it worth double the moneythe stars and the moon and
comets with long tails. Astronomy it was about.

Lenehan laughed.

--I'll tell you a damn good one about comets' tailshe said. Come over in
the sun.

They crossed to the metal bridge and went along Wellington quay by
the riverwall.

Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam came out of Mangan'slate
Fehrenbach'scarrying a pound and a half of porksteaks.

--There was a long spread out at Glencree reformatoryLenehan said
eagerly. The annual dinneryou know. Boiled shirt affair. The lord mayor
was thereVal Dillon it wasand sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson
spoke and there was music. Bartell d'Arcy sang and Benjamin Dollard ...

--I knowM'Coy broke in. My missus sang there once.

--Did she? Lenehan said.

A card UNFURNISHED APARTMENTS reappeared on the windowsash of
number 7 Eccles street.

He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.

--But wait till I tell youhe said. Delahunt of Camden street had the
catering and yours truly was chief bottlewasher. Bloom and the wife were
there. Lashings of stuff we put up: port wine and sherry and curacao to
which we did ample justice. Fast and furious it was. After liquids came
solids. Cold joints galore and mince pies ...

--I knowM'Coy said. The year the missus was there ...

Lenehan linked his arm warmly.

--But wait till I tell youhe said. We had a midnight lunch too after all
the jollification and when we sallied forth it was blue o'clock the
morning after the night before. Coming home it was a gorgeous winter's
night on the Featherbed Mountain. Bloom and Chris Callinan were on one
side of the car and I was with the wife on the other. We started singing
glees and duets: LOTHE EARLY BEAM OF MORNING. She was well primed with a
good load of Delahunt's port under her bellyband. Every jolt the bloody
car gave I had her bumping up against me. Hell's delights! She has a fine
pairGod bless her. Like that.

He held his caved hands a cubit from himfrowning:


--I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the time. Know
what I mean?

His hands moulded ample curves of air. He shut his eyes tight in
delighthis body shrinkingand blew a sweet chirp from his lips.

--The lad stood to attention anyhowhe said with a sigh. She's a gamey
mare and no mistake. Bloom was pointing out all the stars and the comets
in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the jarvey: the great bear and
Hercules and the dragonand the whole jingbang lot. Butby GodI was
lostso to speakin the milky way. He knows them allfaith. At last she
spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. AND WHAT STAR IS THATPOLDY? says
she. By Godshe had Bloom cornered. THAT ONEIS IT? says Chris Callinan
SURE THAT'S ONLY WHAT YOU MIGHT CALL A PINPRICK. By Godhe wasn't far
wide of the mark.

Lenehan stopped and leaned on the riverwallpanting with soft
laughter.

--I'm weakhe gasped.

M'Coy's white face smiled about it at instants and grew grave.
Lenehan walked on again. He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his
hindhead rapidly. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M'Coy.

--He's a cultured allroundmanBloom ishe said seriously. He's not one
of your common or garden ... you know ... There's a touch of the artist
about old Bloom.

* * * * *

Mr Bloom turned over idly pages of THE AWFUL DISCLOSURES OF MARIA
MONKthen of Aristotle's MASTERPIECE. Crooked botched print. Plates:
infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered
cows. Lots of them like that at this moment all over the world. All
butting with their skulls to get out of it. Child born every minute
somewhere. Mrs Purefoy.

He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: TALES OF THE GHETTO
by Leopold von Sacher Masoch.

--That I hadhe saidpushing it by.

The shopman let two volumes fall on the counter.

--Them are two good oneshe said.

Onions of his breath came across the counter out of his ruined
mouth. He bent to make a bundle of the other bookshugged them against
his unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain.

On O'Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment
and gay apparel of Mr Denis J Maginniprofessor of dancing &c.

Mr Bloomalonelooked at the titles. FAIR TYRANTS by James Lovebirch.
Know the kind that is. Had it? Yes.

He opened it. Thought so.

A woman's voice behind the dingy curtain. Listen: the man.


No: she wouldn't like that much. Got her it once.

He read the other title: SWEETS OF SIN. More in her line. Let us see.

He read where his finger opened.

--ALL THE DOLLARBILLS HER HUSBAND GAVE HER WERE SPENT IN THE STORES ON
WONDROUS GOWNS AND COSTLIEST FRILLIES. FOR HIM! FOR RAOUL!

Yes. This. Here. Try.

--HER MOUTH GLUED ON HIS IN A LUSCIOUS VOLUPTUOUS KISS WHILE HIS HANDS
FELT FOR THE OPULENT CURVES INSIDE HER DESHABILLE.

Yes. Take this. The end.

--YOU ARE LATEHE SPOKE HOARSELYEYING HER WITH A SUSPICIOUS GLARE.
THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN THREW OFF HER SABLETRIMMED WRAPDISPLAYING HER
QUEENLY SHOULDERS AND HEAVING EMBONPOINT. AN IMPERCEPTIBLE SMILE PLAYED
ROUND HER PERFECT LIPS AS SHE TURNED TO HIM CALMLY.

Mr Bloom read again: THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.

Warmth showered gently over himcowing his flesh. Flesh yielded
amply amid rumpled clothes: whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils
arched themselves for prey. Melting breast ointments (FOR HIM! FOR
RAOUL!). Armpits' oniony sweat. Fishgluey slime (HER HEAVING EMBONPOINT!).
Feel! Press! Crushed! Sulphur dung of lions!

Young! Young!

An elderly femaleno more youngleft the building of the courts of
chanceryking's benchexchequer and common pleashaving heard in the
lord chancellor's court the case in lunacy of Pottertonin the admiralty
division the summonsexparte motionof the owners of the Lady Cairns
versus the owners of the barque Monain the court of appeal reservation
of judgment in the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident and Guarantee
Corporation.

Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the bookshopbulging out the dingy
curtains. The shopman's uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven
reddened facecoughing. He raked his throat rudelypuked phlegm on the
floor. He put his boot on what he had spatwiping his sole along itand
bentshowing a rawskinned crownscantily haired.

Mr Bloom beheld it.

Mastering his troubled breathhe said:

--I'll take this one.

The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum.

--SWEETS OF SINhe saidtapping on it. That's a good one.

* * * * *

The lacquey by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell
twice again and viewed himself in the chalked mirror of the cabinet.

Dilly Dedalusloitering by the curbstoneheard the beats of the bell
the cries of the auctioneer within. Four and nine. Those lovely curtains.


Five shillings. Cosy curtains. Selling new at two guineas. Any advance on
five shillings? Going for five shillings.

The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it:

--Barang!

Bang of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint.

J. A. JacksonW. E. WylieA. Munro and H. T. Gahantheir stretched
necks waggingnegotiated the curve by the College library.
Mr Dedalustugging a long moustachecame round from Williams's
row. He halted near his daughter.

--It's time for youshe said.

--Stand up straight for the love of the lord JesusMr Dedalus said. Are you
trying to imitate your uncle Johnthe cornetplayerhead upon shoulder?
Melancholy God!

Dilly shrugged her shoulders. Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them
and held them back.

--Stand up straightgirlhe said. You'll get curvature of the spine.
Do you know what you look like?

He let his head sink suddenly down and forwardhunching his
shoulders and dropping his underjaw.

--Give it upfatherDilly said. All the people are looking at you.

Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache.

--Did you get any money? Dilly asked.

--Where would I get money? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin
would lend me fourpence.

--You got someDilly saidlooking in his eyes.

--How do you know that? Mr Dedalus askedhis tongue in his cheek.

Mr Kernanpleased with the order he had bookedwalked boldly
along James's street.

--I know you didDilly answered. Were you in the Scotch house now?

--I was notthenMr Dedalus saidsmiling. Was it the little nuns taught
you to be so saucy? Here.

He handed her a shilling.

--See if you can do anything with thathe said.

--I suppose you got fiveDilly said. Give me more than that.

--Wait awhileMr Dedalus said threateningly. You're like the rest of
themare you? An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother
died. But wait awhile. You'll all get a short shrift and a long day from
me. Low blackguardism! I'm going to get rid of you. Wouldn't care if I was
stretched out stiff. He's dead. The man upstairs is dead.

He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.


--Wellwhat is it? he saidstopping.

The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs.

--Barang!

--Curse your bloody blatant soulMr Dedalus criedturning on him.

The lacqueyaware of commentshook the lolling clapper of his bell
but feebly:

--Bang!

Mr Dedalus stared at him.

--Watch himhe said. It's instructive. I wonder will he allow us to talk.

--You got more than thatfatherDilly said.

--I'm going to show you a little trickMr Dedalus said. I'll leave you
all where Jesus left the jews. Lookthere's all I have. I got two
shillings from Jack Power and I spent twopence for a shave for the
funeral.

He drew forth a handful of copper coinsnervously.

--Can't you look for some money somewhere? Dilly said.

Mr Dedalus thought and nodded.

--I willhe said gravely. I looked all along the gutter in O'Connell
street. I'll try this one now.

--You're very funnyDilly saidgrinning.

--HereMr Dedalus saidhanding her two pennies. Get a glass of milk for
yourself and a bun or a something. I'll be home shortly.

He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.

The viceregal cavalcade passedgreeted by obsequious policemenout
of Parkgate.

--I'm sure you have another shillingDilly said.

The lacquey banged loudly.

Mr Dedalus amid the din walked offmurmuring to himself with a
pursing mincing mouth gently:

--The little nuns! Nice little things! Osure they wouldn't do anything!
Osure they wouldn't really! Is it little sister Monica!

* * * * *

From the sundial towards James's gate walked Mr Kernanpleased
with the order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertsonboldly along
James's streetpast Shackleton's offices. Got round him all right. How do
you doMr Crimmins? First ratesir. I was afraid you might be up in your
other establishment in Pimlico. How are things going? Just keeping alive.
Lovely weather we're having. Yesindeed. Good for the country. Those
farmers are always grumbling. I'll just take a thimbleful of your best


ginMr Crimmins. A small ginsir. Yessir. Terrible affair that General
Slocum explosion. Terribleterrible! A thousand casualties. And
heartrending scenes. Men trampling down women and children. Most brutal
thing. What do they say was the cause? Spontaneous combustion. Most
scandalous revelation. Not a single lifeboat would float and the firehose
all burst. What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a
boat like that ... Nowyou're talking straightMr Crimmins. You know
why? Palm oil. Is that a fact? Without a doubt. Well nowlook at that.
And America they say is the land of the free. I thought we were bad here.


I smiled at him. AMERICAI said quietlyjust like that. WHAT IS IT? THE
SWEEPINGS OF EVERY COUNTRY INCLUDING OUR OWN. ISN'T THAT TRUE? That's
a fact.


Graftmy dear sir. Wellof coursewhere there's money going there's
always someone to pick it up.


Saw him looking at my frockcoat. Dress does it. Nothing like a
dressy appearance. Bowls them over.


--HelloSimonFather Cowley said. How are things?


--HelloBobold manMr Dedalus answeredstopping.


Mr Kernan halted and preened himself before the sloping mirror of Peter
Kennedyhairdresser. Stylish coatbeyond a doubt. Scott of Dawson
street. Well worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it. Never built
under three guineas. Fits me down to the ground. Some Kildare street club
toff had it probably. John Mulliganthe manager of the Hibernian bank
gave me a very sharp eye yesterday on Carlisle bridge as if he remembered
me.


Aham! Must dress the character for those fellows. Knight of the road.
Gentleman. And nowMr Crimminsmay we have the honour of your
custom againsir. The cup that cheers but not inebriatesas the old
saying has it.


North wall and sir John Rogerson's quaywith hulls and
anchorchainssailing westwardsailed by a skiffa crumpled throwaway
rocked on the ferrywashElijah is coming.


Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. High colourof course.
Grizzled moustache. Returned Indian officer. Bravely he bore his stumpy
body forward on spatted feetsquaring his shoulders. Is that Ned
Lambert's brother over the waySam? What? Yes. He's as like it as damn
it. No. The windscreen of that motorcar in the sun there. Just a flash
like that. Damn like him.


Aham! Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath. Good
drop of ginthat was. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his
fat strut.


Down there Emmet was hangeddrawn and quartered. Greasy black
rope. Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant's
wife drove by in her noddy.


Bad times those were. Wellwell. Over and done with. Great topers
too. Fourbottle men.


Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan's? Or nothere was a
midnight burial in Glasnevin. Corpse brought in through a secret door in
the wall. Dignam is there now. Went out in a puff. Wellwell. Better turn
down here. Make a detour.



Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by
the corner of Guinness's visitors' waitingroom. Outside the Dublin
Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood
the reins knotted to the wheel. Damn dangerous thing. Some Tipperary
bosthoon endangering the lives of the citizens. Runaway horse.

Denis Breen with his tomesweary of having waited an hour in John
Henry Menton's officeled his wife over O'Connell bridgebound for the
office of Messrs Collis and Ward.

Mr Kernan approached Island street.

Times of the troubles. Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those reminiscences
of sir Jonah Barrington. When you look back on it all now in a kind of
retrospective arrangement. Gaming at Daly's. No cardsharping then.
One of those fellows got his hand nailed to the table by a dagger.
Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major Sirr. Stables
behind Moira house.

Damn good gin that was.

Fine dashing young nobleman. Good stockof course. That ruffianthat
sham squirewith his violet gloves gave him away. Course they were on
the wrong side. They rose in dark and evil days. Fine poem that is:
Ingram. They were gentlemen. Ben Dollard does sing that ballad touchingly.
Masterly rendition.

AT THE SIEGE OF ROSS DID MY FATHER FALL.

A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passedoutriders
leapingleaping in theirin their saddles. Frockcoats. Cream sunshades.


Mr Kernan hurried forwardblowing pursily.


His Excellency! Too bad! Just missed that by a hair. Damn it! What a pity!


* * * * *

Stephen Dedalus watched through the webbed window the lapidary's
fingers prove a timedulled chain. Dust webbed the window and the
showtrays. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails.
Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silverlozenges of cinnabar
on rubiesleprous and winedark stones.

Born all in the dark wormy earthcold specks of fireevillights
shining in the darkness. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their
brows. Muddy swinesnoutshandsroot and rootgripe and wrest them.

She dances in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. A
sailormanrustbeardedsips from a beaker rum and eyes her. A long and
seafed silent rut. She dancescaperswagging her sowish haunches and her
hipson her gross belly flapping a ruby egg.

Old Russell with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem
turned it and held it at the point of his Moses' beard. Grandfather ape
gloating on a stolen hoard.

And you who wrest old images from the burial earth? The brainsick
words of sophists: Antisthenes. A lore of drugs. Orient and immortal wheat
standing from everlasting to everlasting.


Two old women fresh from their whiff of the briny trudged through
Irishtown along London bridge roadone with a sanded tired umbrellaone
with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.


The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the
powerhouse urged Stephen to be on. Beingless beings. Stop! Throb always
without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I between
them. Where? Between two roaring worlds where they swirlI. Shatter
themone and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me you who
can. Bawd and butcher were the words. I say! Not yet awhile. A look
around.


Yesquite true. Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time. You
say rightsir. A Monday morning'twas soindeed.


Stephen went down Bedford rowthe handle of the ash clacking
against his shoulderblade. In Clohissey's window a faded 186O print of
Heenan boxing Sayers held his eye. Staring backers with square hats stood
round the roped prizering. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed
gently each to other his bulbous fists. And they are throbbing: heroes'
hearts.


He turned and halted by the slanted bookcart.


--Twopence eachthe huckster said. Four for sixpence.


Tattered pages. THE IRISH BEEKEEPER. LIFE AND MIRACLES OF THE CURE' OF
ARS. POCKET GUIDE TO KILLARNEY.


I might find here one of my pawned schoolprizes. STEPHANO DEDALO
ALUMNO OPTIMOPALMAM FERENTI.


Father Conmeehaving read his little hourswalked through the
hamlet of Donnycarneymurmuring vespers.


Binding too good probably. What is this? Eighth and ninth book of
Moses. Secret of all secrets. Seal of King David. Thumbed pages: read and
read. Who has passed here before me? How to soften chapped hands.
Recipe for white wine vinegar. How to win a woman's love. For me this.
Say the following talisman three times with hands folded:


--SE EL YILO NEBRAKADA FEMININUM! AMOR ME SOLO! SANKTUS! AMEN.


Who wrote this? Charms and invocations of the most blessed abbot
Peter Salanka to all true believers divulged. As good as any other abbot's
charmsas mumbling Joachim's. Downbaldynoddleor we'll wool your wool.


--What are you doing hereStephen?


Dilly's high shoulders and shabby dress.


Shut the book quick. Don't let see.


--What are you doing? Stephen said.


A Stuart face of nonesuch Charleslank locks falling at its sides. It
glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. I told her of
Paris. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoatsfingering a pinchbeck
braceletDan Kelly's token. NEBRAKADA FEMININUM.


--What have you there? Stephen asked.


--I bought it from the other cart for a pennyDilly saidlaughing



nervously. Is it any good?

My eyes they say she has. Do others see me so? Quickfar and
daring. Shadow of my mind.

He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal's French primer.
--What did you buy that for? he asked. To learn French?

She noddedreddening and closing tight her lips.
Show no surprise. Quite natural.

--HereStephen said. It's all right. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you. I
suppose all my books are gone.

--SomeDilly said. We had to.

She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will
drown me with hereyes and hair. Lank coils of seaweed hair around me
my heartmy soul. Salt green death.

We.

Agenbite of inwit. Inwit's agenbite.
Misery! Misery!

* * * * *

--HelloSimonFather Cowley said. How are things?
--HelloBobold manMr Dedalus answeredstopping.

They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's. Father
Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a scooping hand.

--What's the best news? Mr Dedalus said.

--Why then not muchFather Cowley said. I'm barricaded upSimonwith
two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance.

--JollyMr Dedalus said. Who is it?
--OFather Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.


--With a broken backis it? Mr Dedalus asked.


--The sameSimonFather Cowley answered. Reuben of that ilk. I'm just
waiting for Ben Dollard. He's going to say a word to long John to get him
to take those two men off. All I want is a little time.

He looked with vague hope up and down the quaya big apple bulging
in his neck.

--I knowMr Dedalus saidnodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He's always
doing a good turn for someone. Hold hard!

He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.
--There he isby Godhe saidarse and pockets.


Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops
crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards them
at an amblescratching actively behind his coattails.

As he came near Mr Dedalus greeted:

--Hold that fellow with the bad trousers.

--Hold him nowBen Dollard said.

Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben
Dollard's figure. Thenturning to Father Cowley with a nodhe muttered
sneeringly:

--That's a pretty garmentisn't itfor a summer's day?

--WhyGod eternally curse your soulBen Dollard growled furiouslyI
threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw.

He stood beside them beamingon them first and on his roomy
clothes from points of which Mr Dedalus flicked fluffsaying:

--They were made for a man in his healthBenanyhow.

--Bad luck to the jewman that made themBen Dollard said. Thanks be to
God he's not paid yet.

--And how is that BASSO PROFONDOBenjamin? Father Cowley asked.

Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrellmurmuring
glassyeyedstrode past the Kildare street club.

Ben Dollard frowned andmaking suddenly a chanter's mouthgave
forth a deep note.

--Aw! he said.

--That's the styleMr Dedalus saidnodding to its drone.

--What about that? Ben Dollard said. Not too dusty? What?

He turned to both.

--That'll doFather Cowley saidnodding also.

The reverend Hugh C. Love walked from the old chapterhouse of
saint Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy'srectifiersattended
by Geraldines tall and personabletowards the Tholsel beyond the ford of
hurdles.

Ben Dollard with a heavy list towards the shopfronts led them forward
his joyful fingers in the air.

--Come along with me to the subsheriff's officehe said. I want to show
you the new beauty Rock has for a bailiff. He's a cross between Lobengula
and Lynchehaun. He's well worth seeingmind you. Come along. I saw John
Henry Menton casually in the Bodega just now and it will cost me a fall if
I don't ... Wait awhile ... We're on the right layBobbelieve you me.

--For a few days tell himFather Cowley said anxiously.

Ben Dollard halted and staredhis loud orifice opena dangling
button of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away
the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.


--What few days? he boomed. Hasn't your landlord distrained for rent?

--He hasFather Cowley said.

--Then our friend's writ is not worth the paper it's printed onBen Dollard
said. The landlord has the prior claim. I gave him all the particulars. 29
Windsor avenue. Love is the name?

--That's rightFather Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He's a minister
in the country somewhere. But are you sure of that?

--You can tell Barabbas from meBen Dollard saidthat he can put that
writ where Jacko put the nuts.

He led Father Cowley boldly forwardlinked to his bulk.

--Filberts I believe they wereMr Dedalus saidas he dropped his glasses
on his coatfrontfollowing them.

* * * * *

--The youngster will be all rightMartin Cunningham saidas they passed
out of the Castleyard gate.

The policeman touched his forehead.

--God bless youMartin Cunningham saidcheerily.

He signed to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the reins and set on
towards Lord Edward street.

Bronze by goldMiss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head
appeared above the crossblind of the Ormond hotel.

--YesMartin Cunningham saidfingering his beard. I wrote to Father
Conmee and laid the whole case before him.

--You could try our friendMr Power suggested backward.

--Boyd? Martin Cunningham said shortly. Touch me not.

John Wyse Nolanlagging behindreading the listcame after them
quickly down Cork hill.

On the steps of the City hall Councillor Nannettidescendinghailed
Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abraham Lyon ascending.

The castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street.

--Look hereMartinJohn Wyse Nolan saidovertaking them at the MAIL
office. I see Bloom put his name down for five shillings.

--Quite rightMartin Cunningham saidtaking the list. And put down the
five shillings too.

--Without a second word eitherMr Power said.

--Strange but trueMartin Cunningham added.

John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes.


--I'll say there is much kindness in the jewhe quotedelegantly.

They went down Parliament street.

--There's Jimmy HenryMr Power saidjust heading for Kavanagh's.

--RightoMartin Cunningham said. Here goes.

Outside LA MAISON CLAIRE Blazes Boylan waylaid Jack Mooney's
brother-in-lawhumpytightmaking for the liberties.


John Wyse Nolan fell back with Mr Powerwhile Martin
Cunningham took the elbow of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit
who walked uncertainlywith hasty steps past Micky Anderson's watches.


--The assistant town clerk's corns are giving him some troubleJohn Wyse
Nolan told Mr Power.


They followed round the corner towards James Kavanagh's
winerooms. The empty castle car fronted them at rest in Essex gate. Martin
Cunninghamspeaking alwaysshowed often the list at which Jimmy Henry
did not glance.


--And long John Fanning is here tooJohn Wyse Nolan saidas large as
life.


The tall form of long John Fanning filled the doorway where he
stood.


--Good dayMr SubsheriffMartin Cunningham saidas all halted and
greeted.


Long John Fanning made no way for them. He removed his large Henry Clay
decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all
their faces.


--Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations? he said
with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk.


Hell open to christians they were havingJimmy Henry said pettishly
about their damned Irish language. Where was the marshalhe wanted to
knowto keep order in the council chamber. And old Barlow the
macebearer laid up with asthmano mace on the tablenothing in orderno
quorum evenand Hutchinsonthe lord mayorin Llandudno and little
Lorcan Sherlock doing LOCUM TENENS for him. Damned Irish language
language of our forefathers.


Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.


Martin Cunningham spoke by turnstwirling the peak of his beardto
the assistant town clerk and the subsheriffwhile John Wyse Nolan held
his peace.


--What Dignam was that? long John Fanning asked.


Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot.


--Omy corns! he said plaintively. Come upstairs for goodness' sake till
I sit down somewhere. Uff! Ooo! Mind!


Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning's flank
and passed in and up the stairs.


--Come on upMartin Cunningham said to the subsheriff. I don't think



you knew him or perhaps you didthough.

With John Wyse Nolan Mr Power followed them in.

--Decent little soul he wasMr Power said to the stalwart back of long
John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning in the mirror.

--Rather lowsized. Dignam of Menton's office that wasMartin
Cunningham said.

Long John Fanning could not remember him.

Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the air.

--What's that? Martin Cunningham said.

All turned where they stood. John Wyse Nolan came down again.
From the cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament
streetharness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. Gaily they
went past before his cool unfriendly eyesnot quickly. In saddles of the
leadersleaping leadersrode outriders.

--What was it? Martin Cunningham askedas they went on up the
staircase.

--The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of IrelandJohn Wyse
Nolan answered from the stairfoot.

* * * * *

As they trod across the thick carpet Buck Mulligan whispered behind
his Panama to Haines:

--Parnell's brother. There in the corner.

They chose a small table near the windowopposite a longfaced man
whose beard and gaze hung intently down on a chessboard.

--Is that he? Haines askedtwisting round in his seat.

--YesMulligan said. That's John Howardhis brotherour city marshal.

John Howard Parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his grey
claw went up again to his forehead whereat it rested. An instant after
under its screenhis eyes looked quicklyghostbrightat his foe and
fell once more upon a working corner.

--I'll take a MELANGEHaines said to the waitress.

--Two MELANGESBuck Mulligan said. And bring us some scones and butter
and some cakes as well.

When she had gone he saidlaughing:

--We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes. Obut you missed
Dedalus on HAMLET.

Haines opened his newbought book.

--I'm sorryhe said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds
that have lost their balance.


The onelegged sailor growled at the area of 14 Nelson street:

--ENGLAND EXPECTS ...

Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.

--You should see himhe saidwhen his body loses its balance. Wandering
Aengus I call him.

--I am sure he has an IDEE FIXEHaines saidpinching his chin
thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger. Now I am speculating what it would
be likely to be. Such persons always have.

Buck Mulligan bent across the table gravely.

--They drove his wits astrayhe saidby visions of hell. He will never
capture the Attic note. The note of Swinburneof all poetsthe white
death and the ruddy birth. That is his tragedy. He can never be a poet.
The joy of creation ...

--Eternal punishmentHaines saidnodding curtly. I see. I tackled him
this morning on belief. There was something on his mindI saw. It's
rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an
interesting point out of that.

Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her
to unload her tray.

--He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish mythHaines saidamid
the cheerful cups. The moral idea seems lackingthe sense of destinyof
retribution. Rather strange he should have just that fixed idea. Does he
write anything for your movement?

He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped
cream. Buck Mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter
over its smoking pith. He bit off a soft piece hungrily.

--Ten yearshe saidchewing and laughing. He is going to write something
in ten years.

--Seems a long way offHaines saidthoughtfully lifting his spoon.
StillI shouldn't wonder if he did after all.

He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.

--This is real Irish cream I take ithe said with forbearance.
I don't want to be imposed on.

Elijahskifflight crumpled throwawaysailed eastward by flanks of
ships and trawlersamid an archipelago of corksbeyond new Wapping
street past Benson's ferryand by the threemasted schooner ROSEVEAN from
Bridgwater with bricks.

* * * * *

Almidano Artifoni walked past Holles streetpast Sewell's yard.
Behind him Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrellwith
stickumbrelladustcoat danglingshunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's
house andcrossingwalked along Merrion square. Distantly behind him a
blind stripling tapped his way by the wall of College park.

Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell walked as far as


Mr Lewis Werner's cheerful windowsthen turned and strode back along
Merrion squarehis stickumbrelladustcoat dangling.

At the corner of Wilde's house he haltedfrowned at Elijah's name
announced on the Metropolitan hallfrowned at the distant pleasance of
duke's lawn. His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun. With ratsteeth
bared he muttered:

--COACTUS VOLUI.

He strode on for Clare streetgrinding his fierce word.

As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his
dustcoat brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept
onwardshaving buffeted a thewless body. The blind stripling turned his
sickly face after the striding form.

--God's curse on youhe said sourlywhoever you are! You're blinder nor
I amyou bitch's bastard!

* * * * *

Opposite Ruggy O'Donohoe's Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam
pawing the pound and a half of Mangan'slate Fehrenbach'sporksteaks he
had been sent forwent along warm Wicklow street dawdling. It was too
blooming dull sitting in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley and
Mrs MacDowell and the blind down and they all at their sniffles and
sipping sups of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from
Tunney's. And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcakejawing the
whole blooming time and sighing.

After Wicklow lane the window of Madame Doylecourtdress
millinerstopped him. He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to
their pelts and putting up their props. From the sidemirrors two mourning
Masters Dignam gaped silently. Myler KeoghDublin's pet lambwill meet
sergeantmajor Bennettthe Portobello bruiserfor a purse of fifty
sovereigns. Gobthat'd be a good pucking match to see. Myler Keogh
that's the chap sparring out to him with the green sash. Two bar entrance
soldiers half price. I could easy do a bunk on ma. Master Dignam on his
left turned as he turned. That's me in mourning. When is it? May the
twentysecond. Surethe blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right
and on his right Master Dignam turnedhis cap awryhis collar sticking
up. Buttoning it downhis chin liftedhe saw the image of Marie Kendall
charming soubrettebeside the two puckers. One of them mots that do be in
the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of
him for one time he found out.

Master Dignam got his collar down and dawdled on. The best pucker
going for strength was Fitzsimons. One puck in the wind from that fellow
would knock you into the middle of next weekman. But the best pucker
for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of
himdodging and all.

In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff's mouth
and a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was
telling him and grinning all the time.

No Sandymount tram.

Master Dignam walked along Nassau streetshifted the porksteaks to
his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down. The
blooming stud was too small for the buttonhole of the shirtblooming end


to it. He met schoolboys with satchels. I'm not going tomorrow either
stay away till Monday. He met other schoolboys. Do they notice I'm in
mourning? Uncle Barney said he'd get it into the paper tonight. Then
they'll all see it in the paper and read my name printed and pa's name.

His face got all grey instead of being red like it was and there was a
fly walking over it up to his eye. The scrunch that was when they were
screwing the screws into the coffin: and the bumps when they were bringing
it downstairs.

Pa was inside it and ma crying in the parlour and uncle Barney telling
the men how to get it round the bend. A big coffin it wasand high and
heavylooking. How was that? The last night pa was boosed he was standing
on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for
to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt. Never see him
again. Deaththat is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to be a
good son to ma. I couldn't hear the other things he said but I saw his
tongue and his teeth trying to say it better. Poor pa. That was Mr Dignam
my father. I hope he's in purgatory now because he went to confession to
Father Conroy on Saturday night.

* * * * *

William Humbleearl of Dudleyand lady Dudleyaccompanied by
lieutenantcolonel Heseltinedrove out after luncheon from the viceregal
lodge. In the following carriage were the honourable Mrs PagetMiss de
Courcy and the honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C. in attendance.

The cavalcade passed out by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted
by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the
northern quays. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way through
the metropolis. At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river
greeted him vainly from afar Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges lord
Dudley's viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr Dudley
WhiteB. L.M. A.who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M. E. White's
the pawnbroker'sat the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose
with his forefingerundecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough
more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot
through SmithfieldConstitution hill and Broadstone terminus. In the
porch of Four Courts Richie Goulding with the costbag of Goulding
Collis and Ward saw him with surprise. Past Richmond bridge at the
doorstep of the office of Reuben J Doddsolicitoragent for the
Patriotic Insurance Companyan elderly female about to enter changed
her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously
on the representative of His Majesty. From its sluice in Wood quay
wall under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue
of liquid sewage. Above the crossblind of the Ormond hotelgold by
bronzeMiss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head watched and admired.
On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalussteering his way from the greenhouse
for the subsheriff's officestood still in midstreet and brought his
hat low. His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. From
Cahill's corner the reverend Hugh C. LoveM.A.made obeisance
unperceivedmindful of lords deputies whose hands benignant
had held of yore rich advowsons. On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M'Coy
taking leave of each otherwatched the carriages go by. Passing by Roger
Greene's office and Dollard's big red printinghouse Gerty MacDowell
carrying the Catesby's cork lino letters for her father who was laid up
knew by the style it was the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see
what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow
furniture van had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord
lieutenant. Beyond Lundy Foot's from the shaded door of Kavanagh's
winerooms John Wyse Nolan smiled with unseen coldness towards the lord


lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland. The Right Honourable
William Humbleearl of DudleyG. C. V. O.passed Micky Anderson's
all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited
freshcheeked modelsthe gentleman HenryDERNIER CRI James. Over against
Dame gate Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the
cavalcade. Tom Rochfordseeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him
took his thumbs quickly out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and
doffed his cap to her. A charming SOUBRETTEgreat Marie Kendallwith
dauby cheeks and lifted skirt smiled daubily from her poster upon William
Humbleearl of Dudleyand upon lieutenantcolonel H. G. Heseltineand
also upon the honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C. From the window of the

D. B. C. Buck Mulligan gailyand Haines gravelygazed down on the
viceregal equipage over the shoulders of eager guestswhose mass of forms
darkened the chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently. In
Fownes's street Dilly Dedalusstraining her sight upward from
Chardenal's first French primersaw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes
spinning in the glare. John Henry Mentonfilling the doorway of
Commercial Buildingsstared from winebig oyster eyesholding a fat gold
hunter watch not looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it. Where the
foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her
hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the outriders. She shouted
in his ear the tidings. Understandinghe shifted his tomes to his left
breast and saluted the second carriage. The honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C.
agreeably surprisedmade haste to reply. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded
white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind
himE.L.Y'Swhile outriders pranced past and carriages. Opposite
Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginniprofessor of dancing &c
gaily apparelledgravely walkedoutpassed by a viceroy and unobserved.
By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylanstepping in tan shoes
and socks with skyblue clocks to the refrain of MY GIRL'S A YORKSHIRE
GIRL.
Blazes Boylan presented to the leaders' skyblue frontlets and high
action a skyblue tiea widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a suit
of indigo serge. His hands in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he
offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and the red
flower between his lips. As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency
drew the attention of his bowing consort to the programme of music which
was being discoursed in College park. Unseen brazen highland laddies
blared and drumthumped after the CORTEGE:

BUT THOUGH SHE'S A FACTORY LASS
AND WEARS NO FANCY CLOTHES.
BARAABUM.
YET I'VE A SORT OF A
YORKSHIRE RELISH FOR
MY LITTLE YORKSHIRE ROSE.
BARAABUM.


Thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappersM. C. GreenH.
ShriftT. M. PateyC. ScaifeJ. B. JeffsG. N. MorphyF. Stevenson

C. Adderly and W. C. Huggardstarted in pursuit. Striding past Finn's
hotel Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a
fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of Mr M. E. Solomons in
the window of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Deep in Leinster street
by Trinity's postern a loyal king's manHornblowertouched his tallyho
cap. As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master Patrick
Aloysius Dignamwaitingsaw salutes being given to the gent with the
topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by
porksteak paper. His collar too sprang up. The viceroyon his way to
inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer's hospital
drove with his following towards Lower Mount street. He passed a blind

stripling opposite Broadbent's. In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a
brown macintosheating dry breadpassed swiftly and unscathed across the
viceroy's path. At the Royal Canal bridgefrom his hoardingMr Eugene
Strattonhis blub lips agrinbade all comers welcome to Pembroke
township. At Haddington road corner two sanded women halted themselves
an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder
the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain. On
Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually
salutes from rare male walkersthe salute of two small schoolboys at the
garden gate of the house said to have been admired by the late queen when
visiting the Irish capital with her husbandthe prince consortin 1849
and the salute of Almidano Artifoni's sturdy trousers swallowed by a
closing door.

* * * * * * *

Bronze by gold heard the hoofironssteelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn.

Chipspicking chips off rocky thumbnailchips.

Horrid! And gold flushed more.

A husky fifenote blew.

Blew. Blue bloom is on the.

Goldpinnacled hair.

A jumping rose on satiny breast of satinrose of Castile.

Trillingtrilling: Idolores.

Peep! Who's in the ... peepofgold?

Tink cried to bronze in pity.

And a callpurelong and throbbing. Longindying call.

Decoy. Soft word. But look: the bright stars fade. Notes chirruping
answer.

O rose! Castile. The morn is breaking.

Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.

Coin rang. Clock clacked.

Avowal. SONNEZ. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. LA
CLOCHE! Thigh smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheartgoodbye!

Jingle. Bloo.

Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.

A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.

Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.

Horn. Hawhorn.

When first he saw. Alas!


Full tup. Full throb.
Warbling. Ahlure! Alluring.
Martha! Come!
Clapclap. Clipclap. Clappyclap.
Goodgod henev erheard inall.
Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up.
A moonlit nightcall: farfar.
I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.
Listen!
The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Eachand for other


plash and silent roar.
Pearls: when she. Liszt's rhapsodies. Hissss.
You don't?
Did not: nono: believe: Lidlyd. With a cock with a carra.
Black. Deepsounding. DoBendo.
Wait while you wait. Hee hee. Wait while you hee.
But wait!
Low in dark middle earth. Embedded ore.
Naminedamine. Preacher is he:
All gone. All fallen.
Tinyher tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.
Amen! He gnashed in fury.
Fro. Tofro. A baton cool protruding.
Bronzelydia by Minagold.
By bronzeby goldin oceangreen of shadow. Bloom. Old Bloom.
One rappedone tappedwith a carrawith a cock.
Pray for him! Praygood people!
His gouty fingers nakkering.
Big Benaben. Big Benben.
Last rose Castile of summer left bloom I feel so sad alone.
Pwee! Little wind piped wee.
True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ayay. Like you men. Will lift your


tschink with tschunk.



Fff! Oo!
Where bronze from anear? Where gold from afar? Where hoofs?
Rrrpr. Kraa. Kraandl.
Then not till then. My eppripfftaph. Be pfrwritt.
Done.
Begin!
Bronze by goldmiss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's headover the


crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go byringing
steel.
--Is that her? asked miss Kennedy.
Miss Douce said yessitting with his expearl grey and EAU DE NIL.
--Exquisite contrastmiss Kennedy said.


When all agog miss Douce said eagerly:
--Look at the fellow in the tall silk.
--Who? Where? gold asked more eagerly.
--In the second carriagemiss Douce's wet lips saidlaughing in the sun.
He's looking. Mind till I see.
She dartedbronzeto the backmost cornerflattening her face


against the pane in a halo of hurried breath.
Her wet lips tittered:
--He's killed looking back.
She laughed:
--O wept! Aren't men frightful idiots?
With sadness.
Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright lighttwining a loose hair


behind an ear. Sauntering sadlygold no moreshe twisted twined a hair.
Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.
--It's them has the fine timessadly then she said.
A man.
Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his breast the sweets


of sinby Wine's antiquesin memory bearing sweet sinful wordsby


Carroll's dusky battered platefor Raoul.
The boots to themthem in the barthem barmaids came. For them
unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And

--There's your teashe said.


Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an
upturned lithia cratesafe from eyeslow.
--What is it? loud boots unmannerly asked.
--Find outmiss Douce retortedleaving her spyingpoint.
--Your BEAUis it?


A haughty bronze replied:
--I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your
impertinent insolence.


--Imperthnthn thnthnthnbootssnout sniffed rudelyas he retreated as she
threatened as he had come.
Bloom.


On her flower frowning miss Douce said:
--Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll
wring his ear for him a yard long.


Ladylike in exquisite contrast.
--Take no noticemiss Kennedy rejoined.
She poured in a teacup teathen back in the teapot tea. They cowered


under their reef of counterwaiting on footstoolscrates upturned
waiting for their teas to draw. They pawed their blousesboth of black
satintwo and nine a yardwaiting for their teas to drawand two and
seven.

Yesbronze from anearby gold from afarheard steel from anear
hoofs ring from afarand heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel.
--Am I awfully sunburnt?


Miss bronze unbloused her neck.
--Nosaid miss Kennedy. It gets brown after. Did you try the borax with
the cherry laurel water?


Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror
gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their midst
a shell.

--And leave it to my handsshe said.
--Try it with the glycerinemiss Kennedy advised.
Bidding her neck and hands adieu miss Douce
--Those things only bring out a rashrepliedreseated. I asked that old


fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin.
Miss Kennedypouring now a fulldrawn teagrimaced and prayed:
--Odon't remind me of him for mercy' sake!
--But wait till I tell youmiss Douce entreated.
Sweet tea miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two



ears with little fingers.

--Nodon'tshe cried.

--I won't listenshe cried.

But Bloom?

Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone:

--For your what? says he.

Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hearto speak: but saidbut
prayed again:


--Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. The hideous old wretch! That
night in the Antient Concert Rooms.


She sipped distastefully her brewhot teaa sipsippedsweet tea.


--Here he wasmiss Douce saidcocking her bronze head three quarters
ruffling her nosewings. Hufa! Hufa!


Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's throat. Miss
Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like
a snout in quest.


--O! shriekingmiss Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?


Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughtershouting:


--And your other eye!


Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Why do I always
think Figather? Gathering figsI think. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name.
By Bassi's blessed virgins Bloom's dark eyes went by. Bluerobedwhite
undercome to me. God they believe she is: or goddess. Those today. I
could not see. That fellow spoke. A student. After with Dedalus' son. He
might be Mulligan. All comely virgins. That brings those rakes of fellows
in: her white.


By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.


Of sin.


In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blendedDouce with
Kennedy your other eye. They threw young heads backbronze gigglegold
to let freefly their laughterscreamingyour othersignals to each
otherhigh piercing notes.


Ahpantingsighingsighingahfordonetheir mirth died down.


Miss Kennedy lipped her cup againraiseddrank a sip and
gigglegiggled. Miss Doucebending over the teatrayruffled again her
nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Again Kennygigglesstoopingher
fair pinnacles of hairstoopingher tortoise napecomb showedspluttered
out of her mouth her teachoking in tea and laughtercoughing with
chokingcrying:


--O greasy eyes! Imagine being married to a man like that! she cried. With
his bit of beard!


Douce gave full vent to a splendid yella full yell of full woman
delightjoyindignation.



--Married to the greasy nose! she yelled.

Shrillwith deep laughteraftergold after bronzethey urged each
each to peal after pealringing in changesbronzegoldgoldbronze
shrilldeepto laughter after laughter. And then laughed more. Greasy I
knows. Exhaustedbreathlesstheir shaken heads they laidbraided and
pinnacled by glossycombedagainst the counterledge. All flushed (O!)
pantingsweating (O!)all breathless.

Married to Bloomto greaseabloom.

--O saints above! miss Douce saidsighed above her jumping rose. I wished

I hadn't laughed so much. I feel all wet.

--Omiss Douce! miss Kennedy protested. You horrid thing!

And flushed yet more (you horrid!)more goldenly.

By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloomby Ceppi's virginsbright
of their oils. Nannetti's father hawked those things aboutwheedling at
doors as I. Religion pays. Must see him for that par. Eat first. I want.
Not yet. At fourshe said. Time ever passing. Clockhands turning. On.
Where eat? The ClarenceDolphin. On. For Raoul. Eat. If I net five
guineas with those ads. The violet silk petticoats. Not yet. The sweets
of sin.

Flushed lessstill lessgoldenly paled.

Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chipspicking chips off one of his
rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.

--Owelcome backmiss Douce.

He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?

--Tiptop.

He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.

--Gorgeousshe said. Look at the holy show I am. Lying out on the strand
all day.

Bronze whiteness.

--That was exceedingly naughty of youMr Dedalus told her and pressed
her hand indulgently. Tempting poor simple males.

Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away.

--O go away! she said. You're very simpleI don't think.

He was.

--Well now I amhe mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they christened
me simple Simon.

--You must have been a doatymiss Douce made answer. And what did the
doctor order today?

--Well nowhe musedwhatever you say yourself. I think I'll trouble you
for some fresh water and a half glass of whisky.


Jingle.

--With the greatest alacritymiss Douce agreed.

With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and
Cochrane's she turned herself. With grace she tapped a measure of gold
whisky from her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus
brought pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two
husky fifenotes.

--By Jovehe musedI often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must be
a great tonic in the air down there. But a long threatening comes at last
they say. Yes. Yes.

Yes. He fingered shreds of hairher maidenhairher mermaid'sinto
the bowl. Chips. Shreds. Musing. Mute.

None nought said nothing. Yes.

Gaily miss Douce polished a tumblertrilling:

--OIDOLORESQUEEN OF THE EASTERN SEAS!

--Was Mr Lidwell in today?

In came Lenehan. Round him peered Lenehan. Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge.
YesMr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. To Martha I must write. Buy paper.
Daly's. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is on the rye.

--He was in at lunchtimemiss Douce said.

Lenehan came forward.

--Was Mr Boylan looking for me?

He asked. She answered:

--Miss Kennedywas Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs?

She asked. Miss voice of Kennedy answereda second teacup poised
her gaze upon a page:

--No. He was not.

Miss gaze of Kennedyheardnot seenread on. Lenehan round the
sandwichbell wound his round body round.

--Peep! Who's in the corner?

No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind
her stops. To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess.

Jingle jaunty jingle.

Girlgold she read and did not glance. Take no notice. She took no
notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for herplappering flatly:

--Ah fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your
bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone?

He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.

He sighed aside:


--Ah me! O my!
He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.
--Greetings from the famous son of a famous father.
--Who may he be? Mr Dedalus asked.
Lenehan opened most genial arms. Who?
--Who may he be? he asked. Can you ask? Stephenthe youthful bard.
Dry.
Mr Dedalusfamous fatherlaid by his dry filled pipe.
--I seehe said. I didn't recognise him for the moment. I hear he is


keeping very select company. Have you seen him lately?
He had.
--I quaffed the nectarbowl with him this very daysaid Lenehan. In


Mooney's EN VILLE and in Mooney's SUR MER. He had received the rhino for
the labour of his muse.
He smiled at bronze's teabathed lipsat listening lips and eyes:


--The ELITE of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous punditHugh
MacHughDublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that minstrel boy
of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of the
O'Madden Burke.


After an interval Mr Dedalus raised his grog and


--That must have been highly divertingsaid he. I see.


He see. He drank. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Set down


his glass.
He looked towards the saloon door.
--I see you have moved the piano.
--The tuner was in todaymiss Douce repliedtuning it for the smoking


concert and I never heard such an exquisite player.
--Is that a fact?
--Didn't hemiss Kennedy? The real classicalyou know. And blind too


poor fellow. Not twenty I'm sure he was.
--Is that a fact? Mr Dedalus said.
He drank and strayed away.
--So sad to look at his facemiss Douce condoled.
God's curse on bitch's bastard.
Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. To the door of the bar and


diningroom came bald Patcame bothered Patcame Patwaiter of


Ormond. Lager for diner. Lager without alacrity she served.


With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatiencefor
jinglejaunty blazes boy.

Upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the
oblique triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed
indulgently her hand)soft pedallinga triple of keys to see the
thicknesses of felt advancingto hear the muffled hammerfall in action.

Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was
in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Are you not
happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo. Means
somethinglanguage of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is.
Respectable girl meet after mass. Thanks awfully muchly. Wise Bloom eyed
on the door a postera swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke
mermaidscoolest whiff of all. Hair streaming: lovelorn. For some man.
For Raoul. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a
jaunting car. It is. Again. Third time. Coincidence.

Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to Ormond
quay. Follow. Risk it. Go quick. At four. Near now. Out.

--Twopencesirthe shopgirl dared to say.

--Aha ... I was forgetting ... Excuse ...

--And four.

At four she. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Bloo smi qui
go. Ternoon. Think you're the only pebble on the beach? Does that to all.

For men.

In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.

From the saloon a call camelong in dying. That was a tuningfork the
tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. A call again. That he now
poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It throbbedpurepurersoftly
and softlierits buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.

Pat paid for diner's popcorked bottle: and over tumblertray and
popcorked bottle ere he went he whisperedbald and botheredwith miss

Douce.

--THE BRIGHT STARS FADE ...

A voiceless song sang from withinsinging:

-- ... THE MORN IS BREAKING.

A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive
hands. Brightly the keysall twinklinglinkedall harpsichording
called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy mornof youthof love's
leavetakinglife'slove's morn.

--THE DEWDROPS PEARL ...

Lenehan's lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy.

--But look this wayhe saidrose of Castile.

Jingle jaunted by the curb and stopped.

She rose and closed her readingrose of Castile: frettedforlorn


dreamily rose.
--Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.


She answeredslighting:
--Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.


Like ladyladylike.


Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he
strode. Yesgold from anear by bronze from afar. Lenehan heard and knew
and hailed him:


--See the conquering hero comes.


Between the car and windowwarily walkingwent Bloom
unconquered hero. See me he might. The seat he sat on: warm. Black wary
hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal baglifted aloftsaluting.


--AND I FROM THEE ...
--I heard you were roundsaid Blazes Boylan.


He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She
smiled on him. But sister bronze outsmiled herpreening for him her
richer haira bosom and a rose.

Smart Boylan bespoke potions.

--What's your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitterpleaseand a sloegin
for me. Wire in yet?

Not yet. At four she. Who said four?
Cowley's red lugs and bulging apple in the door of the sheriff's office.


Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond? Car waiting.
Wait.


Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here. What
Ormond? Best value in Dublin. Is that so? Diningroom. Sit tight there.
Seenot be seen. I think I'll join you. Come on. Richie led on. Bloom
followed bag. Dinner fit for a prince.

Miss Douce reached high to take a flagonstretching her satin arm
her bustthat all but burstso high.

--O! O! jerked Lenehangasping at each stretch. O!
But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.


--Why don't you grow? asked Blazes Boylan.


Shebronzedealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his
lipslooked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?)and
syrupped with her voice:

--Fine goods in small parcels.

That is to say she. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe.
--Here's fortuneBlazes said.


He pitched a broad coin down. Coin rang.
--Hold onsaid Lenehantill I ...
--Fortunehe wishedlifting his bubbled ale.
--Sceptre will win in a canterhe said.
--I plunged a bitsaid Boylan winking and drinking. Not on my ownyou


know. Fancy of a friend of mine.


Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's
lips that all but hummednot shutthe oceansong her lips had trilled.
Idolores. The eastern seas.
Clock whirred. Miss Kennedy passed their way (flowerwonder who


gave)bearing away teatray. Clock clacked.
Miss Douce took Boylan's coinstruck boldly the cashregister. It


clanged. Clock clacked. Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the till
and hummed and handed coins in change. Look to the west. A clack. For me.
--What time is that? asked Blazes Boylan. Four?
O'clock.
Lenehansmall eyes ahunger on her hummingbust ahumming


tugged Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve.
--Let's hear the timehe said.


The bag of GouldingCollisWard led Bloom by ryebloom flowered
tables. Aimless he chose with agitated aimbald Pat attendinga table
near the door. Be near. At four. Has he forgotten? Perhaps a trick. Not
come: whet appetite. I couldn't do. Waitwait. Patwaiterwaited.

Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
--Go onpressed Lenehan. There's no-one. He never heard.
-- ... TO FLORA'S LIPS DID HIE.
Higha high note pealed in the treble clear.
Bronzedouce communing with her rose that sank and rose sought
Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes.
--Pleaseplease.
He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.
--I COULD NOT LEAVE THEE ...
--Afterwitsmiss Douce promised coyly.
--Nonowurged Lenehan. SONNEZLACLOCHE! O do! There's no-one.
She looked. Quick. Miss Kenn out of earshot. Sudden bent. Two


kindling faces watched her bend.



Quavering the chords strayed from the airfound it againlost chord
and lost and found itfaltering.

--Go on! Do! SONNEZ!

Bendingshe nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. Delayed. Taunted
them stillbendingsuspendingwith wilful eyes.

--SONNEZ!

Smack. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter
smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh.

--LA CLOCHE! cried gleeful Lenehan. Trained by owner. No sawdust there.

She smilesmirked supercilious (wept! aren't men?)butlightward
glidingmild she smiled on Boylan.

--You're the essence of vulgarityshe in gliding said.

Boylaneyedeyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalicedrank off his chalice
tinysucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. His spellbound eyes went
afterafter her gliding head as it went down the bar by mirrorsgilded
arch for ginger alehock and claret glasses shimmeringa spiky shell
where it concertedmirroredbronze with sunnier bronze.

Yesbronze from anearby.

-- ... SWEETHEARTGOODBYE!

--I'm offsaid Boylan with impatience.

He slid his chalice brisk awaygrasped his change.

--Wait a shakebegged Lenehandrinking quickly. I wanted to tell you.

Tom Rochford ...

--Come on to blazessaid Blazes Boylangoing.

Lenehan gulped to go.

--Got the horn or what? he said. Wait. I'm coming.

He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the
thresholdsaluting formsa bulky with a slender.

--How do you doMr Dollard?

--Eh? How do? How do? Ben Dollard's vague bass answeredturning an
instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any troubleBob. Alf
Bergan will speak to the long fellow. We'll put a barleystraw in that
Judas Iscariot's ear this time.

Sighing Mr Dedalus came through the saloona finger soothing an
eyelid.

--Hohowe willBen Dollard yodled jollily. Come onSimon. Give us a
ditty. We heard the piano.

Bald Patbothered waiterwaited for drink orders. Power for Richie.
And Bloom? Let me see. Not make him walk twice. His corns. Four now.
How warm this black is. Course nerves a bit. Refracts (is it?) heat. Let
me see. Cider. Yesbottle of cider.


--What's that? Mr Dedalus said. I was only vampingman.

--Come oncome onBen Dollard called. Begone dull care. ComeBob.

He ambled Dollardbulky slopsbefore them (hold that fellow with
the: hold him now) into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool.
His gouty paws plumped chords. Plumpedstopped abrupt.

Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Botheredhe
wanted Power and cider. Bronze by the windowwatchedbronze from
afar.

Jingle a tinkle jaunted.

Bloom heard a jinga little sound. He's off. Light sob of breath Bloom
sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He's gone. Jingle. Hear.

--Love and WarBenMr Dedalus said. God be with old times.

Miss Douce's brave eyesunregardedturned from the crossblind
smitten by sunlight. Gone. Pensive (who knows?)smitten (the smiting
light)she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord. She drew down
pensive (why did he go so quick when I?) about her bronzeover the bar
where bald stood by sister goldinexquisite contrastcontrast
inexquisite nonexquisiteslow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow
EAU DE NIL.

--Poor old Goodwin was the pianist that nightFather Cowley reminded
them. There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the
Collard grand.

There was.

--A symposium all his ownMr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn't stop him.
He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.

--Goddo you remember? Ben bulky Dollard saidturning from the
punished keyboard. And by Japers I had no wedding garment.

They laughed all three. He had no wed. All trio laughed. No wedding
garment.

--Our friend Bloom turned in handy that nightMr Dedalus said. Where's
my pipeby the way?

He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried
two diners' drinksRichie and Poldy. And Father Cowley laughed again.

--I saved the situationBenI think.

--You didaverred Ben Dollard. I remember those tight trousers too. That
was a brilliant ideaBob.

Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the
situa. Tight trou. Brilliant ide.

--I knew he was on the rockshe said. The wife was playing the piano in
the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very trifling consideration and who
was it gave me the wheeze she was doing the other business? Do you
remember? We had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in
Keogh's gave us the number. Remember? Ben rememberedhis broad visage
wondering.


--By Godshe had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

Mr Dedalus wandered backpipe in hand.

--Merrion square style. Balldressesby Godand court dresses. He
wouldn't take any money either. What? Any God's quantity of cocked hats
and boleros and trunkhose. What?

--AyayMr Dedalus nodded. Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all
descriptions.

Jingle jaunted down the quays. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres.

Liver and bacon. Steak and kidney pie. Rightsir. RightPat.

Mrs Marion. Met him pike hoses. Smell of burn. Of Paul de Kock. Nice
name he.

--What's this her name was? A buxom lassy. Marion ...

--Tweedy.

--Yes. Is she alive?

--And kicking.

--She was a daughter of ...

--Daughter of the regiment.

--Yesbegad. I remember the old drummajor.

Mr Dedalus struckwhizzedlitpuffed savoury puff after

--Irish? I don't knowfaith. Is sheSimon?

Puff after stiffa puffstrongsavourycrackling.

--Buccinator muscle is ... What? ... Bit rusty ... Oshe is ... My
Irish MollyO.

He puffed a pungent plumy blast.

--From the rock of Gibraltar... all the way.

They pined in depth of ocean shadowgold by the beerpullbronze by
maraschinothoughtful all two. Mina Kennedy4 Lismore terrace
Drumcondra with Idoloresa queenDoloressilent.

Pat serveduncovered dishes. Leopold cut liverslices. As said before he
ate with relish the inner organsnutty gizzardsfried cods' roes while
Richie GouldingCollisWard ate steak and kidneysteak then kidney
bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.

Bloom with Gouldingmarried in silenceate. Dinners fit for princes.

By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylanbachelorin sun
in heatmare's glossy rump atrotwith flick of whipon bounding tyres:
sprawledwarmseatedBoylan impatienceardentbold. Horn. Have you
the? Horn. Have you the? Haw haw horn.

Over their voices Dollard bassooned attackbooming over bombarding
chords:


--WHEN LOVE ABSORBS MY ARDENT SOUL ...

Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes.

--War! War! cried Father Cowley. You're the warrior.

--So I amBen Warrior laughed. I was thinking of your landlord. Love or
money.

He stopped. He wagged huge beardhuge face over his blunder huge.

--Sureyou'd burst the tympanum of her earmanMr Dedalus said
through smoke aromawith an organ like yours.

In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He
would.

--Not to mention another membraneFather Cowley added. Half time
Ben. AMOROSO MA NON TROPPO. Let me there.

Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She
passed a remark. It was indeedfirst gentleman saidbeautiful weather.
They drank cool stout. Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going?
And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Noshe couldn't say. But it would be
in the paper. Oshe need not trouble. No trouble. She waved about her
outspread INDEPENDENTsearchingthe lord lieutenanther pinnacles of
hair slowmovinglord lieuten. Too much troublefirst gentleman said. O
not in the least. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by bronze
heard iron steel.

-- ............ MY ARDENT SOUL
I CARE NOT FOROR THE MORROW.

In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Love and War
someone is. Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a
dress suit for that concert. Trousers tight as a drum on him. Musical
porkers. Molly did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across the
bedscreamingkicking. With all his belongings on show. O saints above
I'm drenched! Othe women in the front row! OI never laughed so many!
Wellof course that's what gives him the base barreltone. For instance
eunuchs. Wonder who's playing. Nice touch. Must be Cowley. Musical.
Knows whatever note you play. Bad breath he haspoor chap. Stopped.

Miss DouceengagingLydia Doucebowed to suave solicitorGeorge
Lidwellgentlemanentering. Good afternoon. She gave her moist
(a lady's) hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yesshe was back. To the
old dingdong again.

--Your friends are insideMr Lidwell.

George Lidwellsuavesolicitedheld a lydiahand.

Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That chap in the
Burtongummy with gristle. No-one here: Goulding and I. Clean tables
flowersmitres of napkins. Pat to and fro. Bald Pat. Nothing to do. Best
value in Dub.

Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to itlike one together
mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddleseye on the
bowendsawing the celloremind you of toothache. Her high long snore.
Night we were in the box. Trombone under blowing like a grampus
between the actsother brass chap unscrewingemptying spittle.
Conductor's legs toobagstrousersjiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide
them.


Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.


Only the harp. Lovely. Gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of
a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp that
once or twice. Cool hands. Ben Howththe rhododendrons. We are their
harps. I. He. Old. Young.


--AhI couldn'tmanMr Dedalus saidshylistless.


Strongly.


--Go onblast you! Ben Dollard growled. Get it out in bits.


--M'APPARISimonFather Cowley said.


Down stage he strode some pacesgravetall in afflictionhis long
arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he
sang to a dusty seascape there: A LAST FAREWELL. A headlanda shipa
sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girlher veil awave upon the
wind upon the headlandwind around her.


Cowley sang:


--M'APPARI TUTT'AMOR:
IL MIO SGUARDO L'INCONTR ...


She wavedunhearing Cowleyher veilto one departingdear oneto
windlovespeeding sailreturn.


--Go onSimon.


--Ahsuremy dancing days are doneBen ... Well ...


Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork andsitting
touched the obedient keys.


--NoSimonFather Cowley turned. Play it in the original. One flat.


The keysobedientrose highertoldfalteredconfessedconfused.


Up stage strode Father Cowley.


--HereSimonI'll accompany youhe said. Get up.


By Graham Lemon's pineapple rockby Elvery's elephant jingly
jogged. Steakkidneylivermashedat meat fit for princes sat princes
Bloom and Goulding. Princes at meat they raised and drankPower and
cider.


Most beautiful tenor air ever writtenRichie said: SONNAMBULA. He
heard Joe Maas sing that one night. Ahwhat M'Guckin! Yes. In his way.
Choirboy style. Maas was the boy. Massboy. A lyrical tenor if you like.
Never forget it. Never.


Tenderly Bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain.
Backache he. Bright's bright eye. Next item on the programme. Paying the
piper. Pillspounded breadworth a guinea a box. Stave it off awhile.
Sings too: DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN. Appropriate. Kidney pie. Sweets to
the. Not making much hand of it. Best value in. Characteristic of him.
Power. Particular about his drink. Flaw in the glassfresh Vartry water.
Fecking matches from counters to save. Then squander a sovereign in dribs



and drabs. And when he's wanted not a farthing. Screwed refusing to pay
his fare. Curious types.

Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived: never. In
the gods of the old Royal with little Peake. And when the first note.

Speech paused on Richie's lips.

Coming out with a whopper now. Rhapsodies about damn all.

Believes his own lies. Does really. Wonderful liar. But want a good
memory.

--Which air is that? asked Leopold Bloom.

--ALL IS LOST NOW.

Richie cocked his lips apout. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured:
all. A thrush. A throstle. His breathbirdsweetgood teeth he's
proud offluted with plaintive woe. Is lost. Rich sound. Two notes in one
there. Blackbird I heard in the hawthorn valley. Taking my motives he
twined and turned them. All most too new call is lost in all. Echo. How
sweet the answer. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he whistled.
Fallsurrenderlost.

Bloom bent leopold earturning a fringe of doyley down under the
vase. Order. YesI remember. Lovely air. In sleep she went to him.
Innocence in the moon. Brave. Don't know their danger. Still hold her
back. Call name. Touch water. Jingle jaunty. Too late. She longed to go.
That's why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes: all is lost.

--A beautiful airsaid Bloom lost Leopold. I know it well.

Never in all his life had Richie Goulding.

He knows it well too. Or he feels. Still harping on his daughter. Wise
child that knows her fatherDedalus said. Me?

Bloom askance over liverless saw. Face of the all is lost. Rollicking
Richie once. Jokes old stale now. Wagging his ear. Napkinring in his eye.
Now begging letters he sends his son with. Crosseyed Walter sir I did sir.
Wouldn't trouble only I was expecting some money. Apologise.

Piano again. Sounds better than last time I heard. Tuned probably.
Stopped again.

Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.

--With itSimon.

--ItSimon.

--Ladies and gentlemenI am most deeply obliged by your kind
solicitations.

--ItSimon.

--I have no money but if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour
to sing to you of a heart bowed down.

By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydiaher bronze and rose
a lady's gracegave and withheld: as in cool glaucous EAU DE NIL Mina
to tankards two her pinnacles of gold.


The harping chords of prelude closed. A chordlongdrawnexpectant
drew a voice away.

--WHEN FIRST I SAW THAT FORM ENDEARING ...

Richie turned.

--Si Dedalus' voicehe said.

Braintippedcheek touched with flamethey listened feeling that flow
endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Bloom signed to
Patbald Pat is a waiter hard of hearingto set ajar the door of the
bar. The door of the bar. So. That will do. Patwaiterwaitedwaiting
to hearfor he was hard of hear by the door.

--SORROW FROM ME SEEMED TO DEPART.

Through the hush of air a voice sang to themlownot rainnot leaves
in murmurlike no voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem
dulcimers touching their still ears with wordsstill hearts of their each
his remembered lives. Goodgood to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to
from both depart when first they heard. When first they sawlost Richie
Poldymercy of beautyheard from a person wouldn't expect it in the
leasther first merciful lovesoft oftloved word.

Love that is singing: love's old sweet song. Bloom unwound slowly
the elastic band of his packet. Love's old sweet SONNEZ LA gold. Bloom
wound a skein round four forkfingersstretched itrelaxedand wound it
round his troubled doublefourfoldin octavegyved them fast.

--FULL OF HOPE AND ALL DELIGHTED ...

Tenors get women by the score. Increase their flow. Throw flower at
his feet. When will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He
can't sing for tall hats. Your head it simply swurls. Perfumed for him.
What perfume does your wife? I want to know. Jing. Stop. Knock. Last look
at mirror always before she answers the door. The hall. There? How do you?
I do well. There? What? Or? Phial of cachouskissing comfitsin her
satchel. Yes? Hands felt for the opulent.

Alas the voice rosesighingchanged: loudfullshiningproud.

--BUT ALAS'TWAS IDLE DREAMING ...

Glorious tone he has still. Cork air softer also their brogue. Silly man!
Could have made oceans of money. Singing wrong words. Wore out his
wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he doesn't
break down. Keep a trot for the avenue. His hands and feet sing too.
Drink. Nerves overstrung. Must be abstemious to sing. Jenny Lind soup:
stocksageraw eggshalf pint of cream. For creamy dreamy.

Tenderness it welled: slowswellingfull it throbbed. That's the chat.
Hagive! Take! Throba throba pulsing proud erect.

Words? Music? No: it's what's behind.

Bloom loopedunloopednodeddisnoded.

Bloom. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in
music outin desiredark to lick flow invading. Tipping her tepping her
tapping her topping her. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the
feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Floodgush
flowjoygushtupthrob. Now! Language of love.


-- ... RAY OF HOPE IS ...

Beaming. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse
unsqueaked a ray of hopk.

MARTHA it is. Coincidence. Just going to write. Lionel's song. Lovely
name you have. Can't write. Accept my little pres. Play on her
heartstrings pursestrings too. She's a. I called you naughty boy. Still
the name: Martha. How strange! Today.

The voice of Lionel returnedweaker but unwearied. It sang again to
Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to
wait. How first he saw that form endearinghow sorrow seemed to part
how lookformword charmed him Gould Lidwellwon Pat Bloom's heart.

Wish I could see his facethough. Explain better. Why the barber in
Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass. Still
hear it better here than in the bar though farther.

--EACH GRACEFUL LOOK ...

First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. Yellow
black lace she wore. Musical chairs. We two the last. Fate. After her.
Fate.

Round and round slow. Quick round. We two. All looked. Halt. Down she
sat. All ousted looked. Lips laughing. Yellow knees.

--CHARMED MY EYE ...

Singing. WAITING she sang. I turned her music. Full voice of perfume
of what perfume does your lilactrees. Bosom I sawboth fullthroat
warbling. First I saw. She thanked me. Why did she me? Fate. Spanishy
eyes. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in
shadow Dolores shedolores. At me. Luring. Ahalluring.

--MARTHA! AHMARTHA!

Quitting all languor Lionel cried in griefin cry of passion dominant
to love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony. In cry
of lionel loneliness that she should knowmust martha feel. For only her
he waited. Where? Here there try there here all try where. Somewhere.

--CO-OMETHOU LOST ONE!
CO-OMETHOU DEAR ONE!

Alone. One love. One hope. One comfort me. Marthachestnotereturn!

--COME!

It soareda birdit held its flighta swift pure crysoar silver orb
it leaped serenespeedingsustainedto comedon't spin it out too long
long breath he breath long lifesoaring highhigh resplendentaflame
crownedhigh in the effulgence symbolistichighof the etherial bosom
highof the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about
the allthe endlessnessnessness ...

--TO ME!

Siopold!

Consumed.

Come. Well sung. All clapped. She ought to. Come. To meto himto


heryou toomeus.


--Bravo! Clapclap. Good manSimon. Clappyclapclap. Encore!
Clapclipclap clap. Sound as a bell. BravoSimon! Clapclopclap. Encore
enclapsaidcriedclapped allBen DollardLydia DouceGeorge
LidwellPatMina Kennedytwo gentlemen with two tankardsCowley
first gent with tank and bronze miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina.


Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloorsaid before.
Jingle by monuments of sir John GrayHoratio onehandled Nelson
reverend father Theobald Mathewjauntedas said before just now. Atrot
in heatheatseated. CLOCHE. SONNEZ LA. CLOCHE. SONNEZ LA. Slower the mare
went up the hill by the RotundaRutland square. Too slow for Boylan
blazes Boylanimpatience Boylanjoggled the mare.


An afterclang of Cowley's chords closeddied on the air made richer.


And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider
drankLidwell his Guinnesssecond gentleman said they would partake of
two more tankards if she did not mind. Miss Kennedy smirkeddisserving
coral lipsat firstat second. She did not mind.


--Seven days in jailBen Dollard saidon bread and water. Then you'd
singSimonlike a garden thrush.


Lionel Simonsingerlaughed. Father Bob Cowley played. Mina
Kennedy served. Second gentleman paid. Tom Kernan strutted in. Lydia
admiredadmired. But Bloom sang dumb.


Admiring.


Richieadmiringdescanted on that man's glorious voice. He
remembered one night long ago. Never forget that night. Si sang 'TWAS
RANK AND FAME: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Good God he never heard in all his
life a note like that he never did THEN FALSE ONE WE HAD BETTER PART so
clear so God he never heard SINCE LOVE LIVES NOT a clinking voice lives
not ask Lambert he can tell you too.


Gouldinga flush struggling in his paletold Mr Bloomface of the
nightSi in Ned Lambert'sDedalus housesang 'TWAS RANK AND FAME.


HeMr Bloomlistened while heRichie Gouldingtold himMr
Bloomof the night heRichieheard himSi Dedalussing 'TWAS RANK AND
FAME in hisNed Lambert'shouse.


Brothers-in-law: relations. We never speak as we pass by. Rift in the
lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more. The
night Si sang. The human voicetwo tiny silky chordswonderfulmore
than all others.


That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It's in the silence after
you feel you hear. Vibrations. Now silent air.


Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked
the slender catgut thong. He drew and plucked. It buzzit twanged. While
Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice productionwhile Tom Kernan
harking back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening
Father Cowleywho played a voluntarywho nodded as he played. While
big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedaluslightingwho nodded as he
smokedwho smoked.


Thou lost one. All songs on that theme. Yet more Bloom stretched his
string. Cruel it seems. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on.
Then tear asunder. Death. Explos. Knock on the head. Outtohelloutofthat.



Human life. Dignam. Ughthat rat's tail wriggling! Five bob I gave.
CORPUS PARADISUM. Corncrake croaker: belly like a poisoned pup. Gone.
They sing. Forgotten. I too; And one day she with. Leave her: get tired.
Suffer then. Snivel. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. Her
wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb:'d.

Yet too much happy bores. He stretched moremore. Are you not
happy in your? Twang. It snapped.

Jingle into Dorset street.

Miss Douce withdrew her satiny armreproachfulpleased.

--Don't make half so freesaid shetill we are better acquainted.

George Lidwell told her really and truly: but she did not believe.

First gentleman told Mina that was so. She asked him was that so.
And second tankard told her so. That that was so.

Miss Doucemiss Lydiadid not believe: miss KennedyMinadid not
believe: George Lidwellno: miss Dou did not: the firstthe first: gent
with the tank: believenono: did notmiss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the
tank.

Better write it here. Quills in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh. A pen and ink. He went. A pad. He
went. A pad to blot. He hearddeaf Pat.

--YesMr Bloom saidteasing the curling catgut line. It certainly is.
Few lines will do. My present. All that Italian florid music is. Who is
this wrote? Know the name you know better. Take out sheet notepaper
envelope: unconcerned. It's so characteristic.

--Grandest number in the whole operaGoulding said.

--It isBloom said.

Numbers it is. All music when you come to think. Two multiplied by two
divided by half is twice one. Vibrations: chords those are. One plus two
plus six is seven. Do anything you like with figures juggling. Always find
out this equal to that. Symmetry under a cemetery wall. He doesn't see my
mourning. Callous: all for his own gut. Musemathematics. And you think
you're listening to the etherial. But suppose you said it like: Martha
seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Fall quite flat. It's on
account of the sounds it is.

Instance he's playing now. Improvising. Might be what you liketill
you hear the words. Want to listen sharp. Hard. Begin all right: then hear
chords a bit off: feel lost a bit. In and out of sacksover barrels
through wirefencesobstacle race. Time makes the tune. Question of mood
you're in. Still always nice to hear. Except scales up and downgirls
learning. Two together nextdoor neighbours. Ought to invent dummy pianos
for that. BLUMENLIED I bought for her. The name. Playing it slowa girl
night I came homethe girl. Door of the stables near Cecilia street.
Milly no taste. Queer because we bothI mean.

Bald deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Pat set with ink pen quite
flat pad. Pat took plate dish knife fork. Pat went.

It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a
boy in RingabellaCrosshavenRingabellasinging their barcaroles.
Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Walkingyou knowBenin the


moonlight with those earthquake hats. Blending their voices. Godsuch
musicBen. Heard as a boy. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole.

Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed
a moonlight nightcallclear from aneara call from afarreplying.

Down the edge of his FREEMAN baton ranged Bloom'syour other eye
scanning for where did I see that. CallanColemanDignam Patrick.
Heigho! Heigho! Fawcett. Aha! Just I was looking ...

Hope he's not lookingcute as a rat. He held unfurled his FREEMAN.
Can't see now. Remember write Greek ees. Bloom dippedBloo mur: dear
sir. Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. Got your lett and flow. Hell did I put?
Some pock or oth. It is utterl imposs. Underline IMPOSS. To write today.

Bore this. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am just reflecting
fingers on flat pad Pat brought.

On. Know what I mean. Nochange that ee. Accep my poor litt pres
enclos. Ask her no answ. Hold on. Five Dig. Two about here. Penny the
gulls. Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne's. Is eight about. Say half a
crown. My poor little pres: p. o. two and six. Write me a long. Do you
despise? Jinglehave you the? So excited. Why do you call me naught?
You naughty too? OMairy lost the string of her. Bye for today. Yesyes
will tell you. Want to. To keep it up. Call me that other. Other world she
wrote. My patience are exhaust. To keep it up. You must believe. Believe.
The tank. It. Is. True.

Folly am I writing? Husbands don't. That's marriage doestheir
wives. Because I'm away from. Suppose. But how? She must. Keep young.
If she found out. Card in my high grade ha. Nonot tell all. Useless
pain. If they don't see. Woman. Sauce for the gander.

A hackney carnumber three hundred and twentyfourdriver Barton James of
number one Harmony avenueDonnybrookon which sat a farea young
gentlemanstylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by
George Robert Mesiastailor and cutterof number five Eden quayand
wearing a straw hat very dressybought of John Plasto of number one
Great Brunswick streethatter. Eh? This is the jingle that joggled and
jingled. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a
gallantbuttocked mare.

--Answering an ad? keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom.

--YesMr Bloom said. Town traveller. Nothing doingI expect.

Bloom mur: best references. But Henry wrote: it will excite me. You
know how. In haste. Henry. Greek ee. Better add postscript. What is he
playing now? Improvising. Intermezzo. P. S. The rum tum tum. How will
you pun? You punish me? Crooked skirt swingingwhack by. Tell me I want
to. Know. O. Course if I didn't I wouldn't ask. La la la ree. Trails off
there sad in minor. Why minor sad? Sign H. They like sad tail at end.

P. P. S. La la la ree. I feel so sad today. La ree. So lonely. Dee.
He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Envel. Address. Just copy out of
paper. Murmured: Messrs CallanColeman and Colimited. Henry wrote:

Miss Martha Clifford
c/o P. O.
Dolphin's Barn Lane
Dublin



Blot over the other so he can't read. There. Right. Idea prize titbit.
Something detective read off blottingpad. Payment at the rate of guinea
per col. Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. Poor Mrs Purefoy. U. P:
up.


Too poetical that about the sad. Music did that. Music hath charms.
Shakespeare said. Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be.
Wisdom while you wait.


In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walksgreyedauburn. One life is
all. One body. Do. But do.


Done anyhow. Postal orderstamp. Postoffice lower down. Walk
now. Enough. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them. Dislike that job.


House of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn't hear. Deaf beetle he is.


Car near there now. Talk. Talk. Pat! Doesn't. Settling those napkins.
Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Paint face behind on him then he'd
be two. Wish they'd sing more. Keep my mind off.


Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Pat is a waiter hard of
his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He
waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits
while you wait. While you wait if you wait he will wait while you wait.
Hee hee hee hee. Hoh. Wait while you wait.


Douce now. Douce Lydia. Bronze and rose.


She had a gorgeoussimply gorgeoustime. And look at the lovely
shell she brought.


To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding
seahorn that heGeorge Lidwellsolicitormight hear.


--Listen! she bade him.


Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow.
Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. Wellsirthe husband
took him by the throat. SCOUNDRELsaid heYOU'LL SING NO MORE LOVESONGS.
He didfaithsir Tom. Bob Cowley wove. Tenors get wom. Cowley lay back.


Ahnow he heardshe holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard.


Wonderful. She held it to her own. And through the sifted light pale gold
in contrast glided. To hear.


Tap.


Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard
more faintly that that they heardeach for herself alonethen each for
otherhearing the plash of wavesloudlya silent roar.


Bronze by a weary goldanearafarthey listened.


Her ear too is a shellthe peeping lobe there. Been to the seaside.
Lovely seaside girls. Skin tanned raw. Should have put on coldcream first
make it brown. Buttered toast. O and that lotion mustn't forget. Fever
near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over: shell with
seaweed. Why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair? And Turks the
mouthwhy? Her eyes over the sheet. Yashmak. Find the way in. A cave. No
admittance except on business.


The sea they think they hear. Singing. A roar. The blood it is. Souse



in the ear sometimes. Wellit's a sea. Corpuscle islands.


Wonderful really. So distinct. Again. George Lidwell held its murmur
hearing: then laid it bygently.


--What are the wild waves saying? he asked hersmiled.


Charmingseasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.


Tap.


By Larry O'Rourke'sby Larrybold Larry O'Boylan swayed and
Boylan turned.


From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her tankards waiting.
Noshe was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell know.
Walks in the moonlight by the sea. Nonot alone. With whom? She nobly
answered: with a gentleman friend.


Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The
landlord has the prior. A little time. Long John. Big Ben. Lightly he
played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladiesarch and
smilingand for their gallantsgentlemen friends. One: oneoneone
oneone: twoonethreefour.


Seawindleavesthunderwaterscows lowingthe cattlemarket
cockshens don't crowsnakes hissss. There's music everywhere.
Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. Nothat's noise. Minuet of DON GIOVANNI
he's playing now. Court dresses of all descriptions in castle chambers
dancing. Misery. Peasants outside. Green starving faces eating
dockleaves. Nice that is. Look: looklooklooklooklook: you
look at us.


That's joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other
joy. But both are joys. Yesjoy it must be. Mere fact of music shows you
are. Often thought she was in the dumps till she began to lilt. Then
know.


M'Coy valise. My wife and your wife. Squealing cat. Like tearing silk.
Tongue when she talks like the clapper of a bellows. They can't manage
men's intervals. Gap in their voices too. Fill me. I'm warmdarkopen.
Molly in QUIS EST HOMO: Mercadante. My ear against the wall to hear. Want
a woman who can deliver the goods.


Jog jig jogged stopped. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks
skyblue clocks came light to earth.


Olook we are so! Chamber music. Could make a kind of pun on
that. It is a kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is.
Tinkling. Empty vessels make most noise. Because the acousticsthe
resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the law
of falling water. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt'sHungariangipsyeyed.
Pearls. Drops. Rain. Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle. Hissss. Now.
Maybe now. Before.


One rapped on a doorone tapped with a knockdid he knock Paul
de Kock with a loud proud knocker with a cock carracarracarra cock.
Cockcock.


Tap.


--QUI SDEGNOBensaid Father Cowley.


--NoBenTom Kernan interfered. THE CROPPY BOY. Our native Doric.



--Ay doBenMr Dedalus said. Good men and true.

--Dodothey begged in one.

I'll go. HerePatreturn. Come. He camehe camehe did not stay.
To me. How much?


--What key? Six sharps?


--F sharp majorBen Dollard said.


Bob Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords.


Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince. NoRichie said. Yesmust.
Got money somewhere. He's on for a razzle backache spree. Much? He
seehears lipspeech. One and nine. Penny for yourself. Here. Give him
twopence tip. Deafbothered. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting
waiting Patty come home. Hee hee hee hee. Deaf wait while they wait.


But wait. But hear. Chords dark. Lugugugubrious. Low. In a cave of
the dark middle earth. Embedded ore. Lumpmusic.


The voice of dark ageof unloveearth's fatigue made grave approach
and painfulcome from afarfrom hoary mountainscalled on good men
and true. The priest he sought. With him would he speak a word.


Tap.


Ben Dollard's voice. Base barreltone. Doing his level best to say it.
Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh. Other comedown. Big
ships' chandler's business he did once. Remember: rosiny ropesships'
lanterns. Failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Now in the Iveagh
home. Cubicle number so and so. Number one Bass did that for him.


The priest's at home. A false priest's servant bade him welcome. Step
in. The holy father. With bows a traitor servant. Curlycues of chords.


Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their
days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Diedog. Little dogdie.


The voice of warningsolemn warningtold them the youth had
entered a lonely halltold them how solemn fell his footsteps theretold
them the gloomy chamberthe vested priest sitting to shrive.


Decent soul. Bit addled now. Thinks he'll win in ANSWERSpoets'
picture puzzle. We hand you crisp five pound note. Bird sitting hatching
in a nest. Lay of the last minstrel he thought it was. See blank tee what
domestic animal? Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. Good voice he has
still. No eunuch yet with all his belongings.


Listen. Bloom listened. Richie Goulding listened. And by the door
deaf Patbald Pattipped Patlistened. The chords harped slower.


The voice of penance and of grief came slowembellishedtremulous.
Ben's contrite beard confessed. IN NOMINE DOMINIin God's name he knelt.
He beat his hand upon his breastconfessing: MEA CULPA.


Latin again. That holds them like birdlime. Priest with the
communion corpus for those women. Chap in the mortuarycoffin or
coffeyCORPUSNOMINE. Wonder where that rat is by now. Scrape.


Tap.



They listened. Tankards and miss Kennedy. George Lidwelleyelid
well expressivefullbusted satin. Kernan. Si.

The sighing voice of sorrow sang. His sins. Since Easter he had
cursed three times. You bitch's bast. And once at masstime he had gone to
play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he
had not prayed. A boy. A croppy boy.

Bronzelisteningby the beerpull gazed far away. Soulfully. Doesn't
half know I'm. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking.

Bronze gazed far sideways. Mirror there. Is that best side of her face?
They always know. Knock at the door. Last tip to titivate.

Cockcarracarra.

What do they think when they hear music? Way to catch rattlesnakes.
Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Tuning up. Shah of Persia liked that
best. Remind him of home sweet home. Wiped his nose in curtain too.
Custom his country perhaps. That's music too. Not as bad as it sounds.
Tootling. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Doublebasses helpless
gashes in their sides. Woodwinds mooing cows. Semigrand open crocodile
music hath jaws. Woodwind like Goodwin's name.

She looked fine. Her crocus dress she wore lowcutbelongings on
show. Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a
question. Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa's.
Hypnotisedlistening. Eyes like that. She bent. Chap in dresscircle
staring down into her with his operaglass for all he was worth. Beauty
of music you must hear twice. Nature woman half a look. God made the
country man the tune. Met him pike hoses. Philosophy. O rocks!

All gone. All fallen. At the siege of Ross his fatherat Gorey all his
brothers fell. To Wexfordwe are the boys of Wexfordhe would. Last of
his name and race.

I too. Last of my race. Milly young student. Wellmy fault perhaps.
No son. Rudy. Too late now. Or if not? If not? If still?

He bore no hate.

Hate. Love. Those are names. Rudy. Soon I am old. Big Ben his voice
unfolded. Great voice Richie Goulding saida flush struggling in his
paleto Bloom soon old. But when was young?

Ireland comes now. My country above the king. She listens. Who
fears to speak of nineteen four? Time to be shoving. Looked enough.

--BLESS MEFATHERDollard the croppy cried. BLESS ME AND LET ME GO.

Tap.

Bloom lookedunblessed to go. Got up to kill: on eighteen bob a
week. Fellows shell out the dibs. Want to keep your weathereye open. Those
girlsthose lovely. By the sad sea waves. Chorusgirl's romance. Letters
read out for breach of promise. From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum.
Laughter in court. Henry. I never signed it. The lovely name you.

Low sank the musicair and words. Then hastened. The false priest
rustling soldier from his cassock. A yeoman captain. They know it all by
heart. The thrill they itch for. Yeoman cap.

Tap. Tap.


Thrilled she listenedbending in sympathy to hear.


Blank face. Virgin should say: or fingered only. Write something on
it: page. If not what becomes of them? Declinedespair. Keeps them young.
Even admire themselves. See. Play on her. Lip blow. Body of white woman
a flute alive. Blow gentle. Loud. Three holesall women. Goddess I didn't
see. They want it. Not too much polite. That's why he gets them. Gold in
your pocketbrass in your face. Say something. Make her hear. With look
to look. Songs without words. Mollythat hurdygurdy boy. She knew he
meant the monkey was sick. Or because so like the Spanish. Understand
animals too that way. Solomon did. Gift of nature.


Ventriloquise. My lips closed. Think in my stom. What?


Will? You? I. Want. You. To.


With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursedswelling in apoplectic
bitch's bastard. A good thoughtboyto come. One hour's your time to
liveyour last.


Tap. Tap.


Thrill now. Pity they feel. To wipe away a tear for martyrs that want
todying todie. For all things dyingfor all things born. Poor Mrs
Purefoy. Hope she's over. Because their wombs.


A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes
calmlyhearing. See real beauty of the eye when she not speaks. On yonder
river. At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave (her heaving embon) red
rose rose slowly sank red rose. Heartbeats: her breath: breath that is
life. And all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair.


But look. The bright stars fade. O rose! Castile. The morn. Ha.
Lidwell. For him then not for. Infatuated. I like that? See her
from here though. Popped corkssplashes of beerfrothstacks of empties.


On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia handlightlyplumplyleave
it to my hands. All lost in pity for croppy. Froto: tofro: over the
polished knob (she knows his eyesmy eyesher eyes) her thumb and finger
passed in pity: passedreposed andgently touchingthen slid so
smoothlyslowly downa cool firm white enamel baton protruding through
their sliding ring.


With a cock with a carra.


Tap. Tap. Tap.


I hold this house. Amen. He gnashed in fury. Traitors swing.


The chords consented. Very sad thing. But had to be. Get out before
the end. Thanksthat was heavenly. Where's my hat. Pass by her. Can
leave that Freeman. Letter I have. Suppose she were the? No. Walk
walkwalk. Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall
Farrell. Waaaaaaalk.


WellI must be. Are you off? Yrfmstbyes. Blmstup. O'er ryehigh blue.
Ow. Bloom stood up. Soap feeling rather sticky behind. Must have
sweated: music. That lotionremember. Wellso long. High grade. Card
inside. Yes.


By deaf Pat in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed.


At Geneva barrack that young man died. At Passage was his body
laid. Dolor! Ohe dolores! The voice of the mournful chanter called to



dolorous prayer.

By roseby satiny bosomby the fondling handby slopsby empties
by popped corksgreeting in goingpast eyes and maidenhairbronze and
faint gold in deepseashadowwent Bloomsoft BloomI feel so lonely
Bloom.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Pray for himprayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe
a prayerdrop a teargood mengood people. He was the croppy boy.

Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond
hallway heard the growls and roars of bravofat backslappingtheir boots
all treadingboots not the boots the boy. General chorus off for a swill
to wash it down. Glad I avoided.

--Come onBenSimon Dedalus cried. By Godyou're as good as ever you
were.

--Bettersaid Tomgin Kernan. Most trenchant rendition of that ballad
upon my soul and honour It is.

--Lablachesaid Father Cowley.

Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the barmightily praisefed and all
big roseateon heavyfooted feethis gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes
in the air.

Big Benaben Dollard. Big Benben. Big Benben.

Rrr.

And deepmoved allSimon trumping compassion from foghorn nose
all laughing they brought him forthBen Dollardin right good cheer.

--You're looking rubicundGeorge Lidwell said.

Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.

--Ben machreesaid Mr Dedalusclapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade.
Fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his
person.

Rrrrrrrsss.

--Fat of deathSimonBen Dollard growled.

Richie rift in the lute alone sat: GouldingCollisWard. Uncertainly
he waited. Unpaid Pat too.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.

--Mr Dollardthey murmured low.

--Dollardmurmured tankard.

Tank one believed: miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll:
the tank.

He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him
that is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollardwas it?


Dollardyes.

Yesher lips said more loudlyMr Dollard. He sang that song lovely
murmured Mina. Mr Dollard. And THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER was a lovely
song. Mina loved that song. Tankard loved the song that Mina.

'Tis the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round
inside.

Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. Postoffice near Reuben J's
one and eightpence too. Get shut of it. Dodge round by Greek street. Wish
I hadn't promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your nerves.
Beerpull. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth. That rules
the world.

Far. Far. Far. Far.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Up the quay went Lionelleopoldnaughty Henry with letter for
Madywith sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses
went Poldy on.

Tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tappingtap by tap.

Cowleyhe stuns himself with it: kind of drunkenness. Better give
way only half way the way of a man with a maid. Instance enthusiasts. All
ears. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Eyes shut. Head nodding in time. Dotty.
You daren't budge. Thinking strictly prohibited. Always talking shop.
Fiddlefaddle about notes.

All a kind of attempt to talk. Unpleasant when it stops because you
never know exac. Organ in Gardiner street. Old Glynn fifty quid a year.
Queer up there in the cockloftalonewith stops and locks and keys.
Seated all day at the organ. Maunder on for hourstalking to himself or
the other fellow blowing the bellows. Growl angrythen shriek cursing
(want to have wadding or something in his no don't she cried)then all of
a soft sudden wee little wee little pipy wind.

Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom's little wee.

--Was he? Mr Dedalus saidreturning with fetched pipe. I was with him
this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's ...

--Aythe Lord have mercy on him.

--By the bye there's a tuningfork in there on the ...

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

--The wife has a fine voice. Or had. What? Lidwell asked.

--Othat must be the tunerLydia said to Simonlionel first I sawforgot
it when he was here.

Blind he was she told George Lidwell second I saw. And played so
exquisitelytreat to hear. Exquisite contrast: bronzelidminagold.

--Shout! Ben Dollard shoutedpouring. Sing out!

--'lldo! cried Father Cowley.

Rrrrrr.


I feel I want ...

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap

--VeryMr Dedalus saidstaring hard at a headless sardine.

Under the sandwichbell lay on a bier of bread one lastone lonelylast
sardine of summer. Bloom alone.

--Veryhe stared. The lower registerfor choice.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Bloom went by Barry's. Wish I could. Wait. That wonderworker if I
had. Twentyfour solicitors in that one house. Counted them. Litigation.
Love one another. Piles of parchment. Messrs Pick and Pocket have power
of attorney. GouldingCollisWard.

But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. His vocation:
Mickey Rooney's band. Wonder how it first struck him. Sitting at home
after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his
band part. Pom. Pompedy. Jolly for the wife. Asses' skins. Welt them
through lifethen wallop after death. Pom. Wallop. Seems to be what you
call yashmak or I mean kismet. Fate.

Tap. Tap. A striplingblindwith a tapping cane came taptaptapping
by Daly's window where a mermaid hair all streaming (but he couldn't see)
blew whiffs of a mermaid (blind couldn't)mermaidcoolest whiff of all.

Instruments. A blade of grassshell of her handsthen blow. Even
comb and tissuepaper you can knock a tune out of. Molly in her shift in
Lombard street westhair down. I suppose each kind of trade made its own
don't you see? Hunter with a horn. Haw. Have you the? CLOCHE. SONNEZ LA.
Shepherd his pipe. Pwee little wee. Policeman a whistle. Locks and keys!
Sweep! Four o'clock's all's well! Sleep! All is lost now. Drum? Pompedy.
Wait. I know. Towncrierbumbailiff. Long John. Waken the dead. Pom.
Dignam. Poor little NOMINEDOMINE. Pom. It is music. I mean of course it's
all pom pom pom very much what they call DA CAPO. Still you can hear. As
we marchwe march alongmarch along. Pom.

I must really. Fff. Now if I did that at a banquet. Just a question of
custom shah of Persia. Breathe a prayerdrop a tear. All the same he must
have been a bit of a natural not to see it was a yeoman cap. Muffled up.
Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown macin. Othe whore
of the lane!

A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the
day along the quay towards Mr Bloom. When first he saw that form
endearing? Yesit is. I feel so lonely. Wet night in the lane. Horn. Who
had the? Heehaw shesaw. Off her beat here. What is she? Hope she. Psst!
Any chance of your wash. Knew Molly. Had me decked. Stout lady does be
with you in the brown costume. Put you off your strokethat. Appointment
we made knowing we'd neverwell hardly ever. Too dear too near to home
sweet home. Sees medoes she? Looks a fright in the day. Face like dip.
Damn her. Owellshe has to live like the rest. Look in here.

In Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel
Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged
battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Bargain: six bob.
Might learn to play. Cheap. Let her pass. Course everything is dear if
you don't want it. That's what good salesman is. Make you buy what he
wants to sell. Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. Wanted
to charge me for the edge he gave it. She's passing now. Six bob.


Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund.

Near bronze from anear near gold from afar they chinked their clinking
glasses allbrighteyed and gallantbefore bronze Lydia's tempting
last rose of summerrose of Castile. First LidDeCowKerDolla
fifth: LidwellSi DedalusBob CowleyKernan and big Ben Dollard.

Tap. A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall.

Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's window. Robert
Emmet's last words. Seven last words. Of Meyerbeer that is.

--True men like you men.

--AyayBen.

--Will lift your glass with us.

They lifted.

Tschink. Tschunk.

Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He
saw not gold. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor
Richie nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. He did not see.

Seabloomgreaseabloom viewed last words. Softly. WHEN MY COUNTRY
TAKES HER PLACE AMONG.

Prrprr.

Must be the bur.

Fff! Oo. Rrpr.

NATIONS OF THE EARTH. No-one behind. She's passed. THEN AND NOT TILL
THEN. Tram kran kran kran. Good oppor. Coming. Krandlkrankran. I'm
sure it's the burgund. Yes. Onetwo. LET MY EPITAPH BE. Kraaaaaa.
WRITTEN. I HAVE.

Pprrpffrrppffff.

DONE.

* * * * * * *

I was just passing the time of day with old Troy of the D. M. P. at the
corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but a bloody sweep came along
and he near drove his gear into my eye. I turned around to let him have
the weight of my tongue when who should I see dodging along Stony Batter
only Joe Hynes.

--LoJoesays I. How are you blowing? Did you see that bloody
chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush?

--Soot's lucksays Joe. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?

--Old Troysays Iwas in the force. I'm on two minds not to give that
fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and
ladders.

--What are you doing round those parts? says Joe.


--Devil a muchsays I. There's a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the
garrison church at the corner of Chicken lane--old Troy was just giving
me a wrinkle about him--lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay
three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a
hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Moses Herzog over there near Heytesbury
street.

--Circumcised? says Joe.

--Aysays I. A bit off the top. An old plumber named Geraghty. I'm
hanging on to his taw now for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny
out of him.

--That the lay you're on now? says Joe.

--Aysays I. How are the mighty fallen! Collector of bad and doubtful
debts. But that's the most notorious bloody robber you'd meet in a day's
walk and the face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. TELL
HIMsays heI DARE HIMsays heAND I DOUBLEDARE HIM TO SEND YOU ROUND
HERE AGAIN OR IF HE DOESsays heI'LL HAVE HIM SUMMONSED UP BEFORE THE
COURTSO I WILLFOR TRADING WITHOUT A LICENCE. And he after stuffing
himself till he's fit to burst. JesusI had to laugh at the little jewy
getting his shirt out. HE DRINK ME MY TEAS. HE EAT ME MY SUGARS. BECAUSE
HE NO PAY ME MY MONEYS?

For nonperishable goods bought of Moses Herzogof 13 Saint
Kevin's parade in the city of DublinWood quay wardmerchant
hereinafter called the vendorand sold and delivered to Michael E.
Geraghtyesquireof 29 Arbour hill in the city of DublinArran quay
wardgentlemanhereinafter called the purchaservidelicetfive pounds
avoirdupois of first choice tea at three shillings and no pence per pound
avoirdupois and three stone avoirdupois of sugarcrushed crystalat
threepence per pound avoirdupoisthe said purchaser debtor to the said
vendor of one pound five shillings and sixpence sterling for value
received which amount shall be paid by said purchaser to said vendor in
weekly instalments every seven calendar days of three shillings and no
pence sterling: and the said nonperishable goods shall not be pawned or
pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser but shall be
and remain and be held to be the sole and exclusive property of the said
vendor to be disposed of at his good will and pleasure until the said
amount shall have been duly paid by the said purchaser to the said vendor
in the manner herein set forth as this day hereby agreed between the said
vendorhis heirssuccessorstrustees and assigns of the one part and
the said purchaserhis heirssuccessorstrustees and assigns of the
other part.

--Are you a strict t.t.? says Joe.

--Not taking anything between drinkssays I.

--What about paying our respects to our friend? says Joe.

--Who? says I. Surehe's out in John of God's off his headpoor man.

--Drinking his own stuff? says Joe.

--Aysays I. Whisky and water on the brain.

--Come around to Barney Kiernan'ssays Joe. I want to see the citizen.

--Barney mavourneen's be itsays I. Anything strange or wonderfulJoe?

--Not a wordsays Joe. I was up at that meeting in the City Arms.


---What was thatJoe? says I.

--Cattle traderssays Joeabout the foot and mouth disease. I want to
give the citizen the hard word about it.

So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the
courthouse talking of one thing or another. Decent fellow Joe when he has
it but sure like that he never has it. JesusI couldn't get over that
bloody foxy Geraghtythe daylight robber. For trading without a licence
says he.

In Inisfail the fair there lies a landthe land of holy Michan. There
rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. There sleep the mighty dead as in
life they sleptwarriors and princes of high renown. A pleasant land it
is in sooth of murmuring watersfishful streams where sport the gurnard
the plaicethe roachthe halibutthe gibbed haddockthe grilse
the dabthe brillthe flounderthe pollockthe mixed coarse fish
generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be
enumerated. In the mild breezes of the west and of the east the lofty
trees wave in different directions their firstclass foliagethe wafty
sycamorethe Lebanonian cedarthe exalted planetreethe eugenic
eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which that
region is thoroughly well supplied. Lovely maidens sit in close proximity
to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they
play with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots
silvery fishescrans of herringsdrafts of eelscodlingscreels of
fingerlingspurple seagems and playful insects. And heroes voyage from
afar to woo themfrom Eblana to Slievemargythe peerless princes of
unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster
and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the noble district
of Boyleprincesthe sons of kings.

And there rises a shining palace whose crystal glittering roof is seen by
mariners who traverse the extensive sea in barks built expressly for that
purposeand thither come all herds and fatlings and firstfruits of that
land for O'Connell Fitzsimon takes toll of thema chieftain descended
from chieftains. Thither the extremely large wains bring foison of the
fieldsflaskets of cauliflowersfloats of spinachpineapple chunks
Rangoon beansstrikes of tomatoesdrums of figsdrills of Swedes
spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kaleYork and Savoyand
trays of onionspearls of the earthand punnets of mushrooms and
custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow
brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of
strawberries and sieves of gooseberriespulpy and peluriousand
strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes.

I dare himsays heand I doubledare him. Come out hereGeraghty
you notorious bloody hill and dale robber!

And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and
flushed ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium
steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and storesheep
and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the
various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus
heifers and polly bulllocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime
premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is ever heard a trampling
cacklingroaringlowingbleatingbellowingrumblinggrunting
champingchewingof sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from
pasturelands of Lusk and Rush and Carrickmines and from the streamy vales
of Thomondfrom the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly
Shannon the unfathomableand from the gentle declivities of the place of
the race of Kiartheir udders distended with superabundance of milk and
butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of


lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundredsvarious in
sizethe agate with this dun.

So we turned into Barney Kiernan's and theresure enoughwas the citizen
up in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody
mangy mongrelGarryowenand he waiting for what the sky would drop
in the way of drink.

--There he issays Iin his gloryholewith his cruiskeen lawn and his
load of papersworking for the cause.

The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him would give you the creeps. Be
a corporal work of mercy if someone would take the life of that
bloody dog. I'm told for a fact he ate a good part of the breeches off a
constabulary man in Santry that came round one time with a blue paper
about a licence.

--Stand and deliversays he.

--That's all rightcitizensays Joe. Friends here.

--Passfriendssays he.

Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he:

--What's your opinion of the times?

Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. ButbegobJoe was equal to
the occasion.

--I think the markets are on a risesays hesliding his hand down his
fork.

So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:

--Foreign wars is the cause of it.

And says Joesticking his thumb in his pocket:

--It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

--Arrahgive over your bloody coddingJoesays I. I've a thirst on me I
wouldn't sell for half a crown.

--Give it a namecitizensays Joe.

--Wine of the countrysays he.

--What's yours? says Joe.

--Ditto MacAnaspeysays I.

--Three pintsTerrysays Joe. And how's the old heartcitizen? says he.

--Never betterA CHARAsays he. What Garry? Are we going to win? Eh?

And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck
andby Jesushe near throttled him.

The figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower
was that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed
redhaired freelyfreckled shaggybearded widemouthed largenosed
longheaded deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced
sinewyarmed hero. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and


his rocklike mountainous knees were coveredas was likewise the rest of
his body wherever visiblewith a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in
hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse (ULEX EUROPEUS). The
widewinged nostrilsfrom which bristles of the same tawny hue projected
were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the
fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest. The eyes in which a tear and
a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a goodsized
cauliflower. A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals
from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the
loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered
rumblingly causing the groundthe summit of the lofty tower and the still
loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble.

He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching to the
knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of
plaited straw and rushes. Beneath this he wore trews of deerskinroughly
stitched with gut. His nether extremities were encased in high Balbriggan
buskins dyed in lichen purplethe feet being shod with brogues of salted
cowhide laced with the windpipe of the same beast. From his girdle hung a
row of seastones which jangled at every movement of his portentous frame
and on these were graven with rude yet striking art the tribal images of
many Irish heroes and heroines of antiquityCuchulinConn of hundred
battlesNiall of nine hostagesBrian of Kincorathe ardri MalachiArt
MacMurraghShane O'NeillFather John MurphyOwen RoePatrick
SarsfieldRed Hugh O'DonnellRed Jim MacDermottSoggarth Eoghan
O'GrowneyMichael DwyerFrancy HigginsHenry Joy M'Cracken
GoliathHorace WheatleyThomas ConneffPeg Woffingtonthe Village
BlacksmithCaptain MoonlightCaptain BoycottDante Alighieri
Christopher ColumbusS. FursaS. BrendanMarshal MacMahon
CharlemagneTheobald Wolfe Tonethe Mother of the Maccabeesthe Last
of the Mohicansthe Rose of Castilethe Man for GalwayThe Man that
Broke the Bank at Monte CarloThe Man in the GapThe Woman Who
Didn'tBenjamin FranklinNapoleon BonaparteJohn L. Sullivan
CleopatraSavourneen DeelishJulius CaesarParacelsussir Thomas
LiptonWilliam TellMichelangelo HayesMuhammadthe Bride of
LammermoorPeter the HermitPeter the PackerDark RosaleenPatrick

W. ShakespeareBrian ConfuciusMurtagh GutenbergPatricio
VelasquezCaptain NemoTristan and Isoldethe first Prince of Wales
Thomas Cook and Sonthe Bold Soldier BoyArrah na PogueDick
TurpinLudwig Beethoventhe Colleen BawnWaddler HealyAngus the
CuldeeDolly MountSidney ParadeBen HowthValentine Greatrakes
Adam and EveArthur WellesleyBoss CrokerHerodotusJack the
GiantkillerGautama BuddhaLady GodivaThe Lily of KillarneyBalor
of the Evil Eyethe Queen of ShebaAcky NagleJoe NagleAlessandro
VoltaJeremiah O'Donovan RossaDon Philip O'Sullivan Beare. A
couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet
reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps
announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumbera supposition confirmed by
hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time
to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of
paleolithic stone.
So anyhow Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob
the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him land out a quid Oas true as
I'm telling you. A goodlooking sovereign.

--And there's more where that came fromsays he.

--Were you robbing the poorboxJoe? says I.

--Sweat of my browsays Joe. 'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze.

--I saw him before I met yousays Isloping around by Pill lane and
Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the guts of the fish.


Who comes through Michan's landbedight in sable armour? O'Bloom
the son of Rory: it is he. Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he
of the prudent soul.

--For the old woman of Prince's streetsays the citizenthe subsidised
organ. The pledgebound party on the floor of the house. And look at this
blasted ragsays he. Look at thissays he. THE IRISH INDEPENDENTif you
pleasefounded by Parnell to be the workingman's friend. Listen to the
births and deaths in the IRISH ALL FOR IRELAND INDEPENDENTand I'll thank
you and the marriages.

And he starts reading them out:

--GordonBarnfield crescentExeter; Redmayne of IffleySaint Anne's on
Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. How's thateh? Wright and
FlintVincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the late
George Alfred Gillett179 Clapham roadStockwellPlaywood and
Ridsdale at Saint Jude'sKensington by the very reverend Dr Forrestdean
of Worcester. Eh? Deaths. Bristowat Whitehall laneLondon: CarrStoke
Newingtonof gastritis and heart disease: Cockburnat the Moat house
Chepstow ...

--I know that fellowsays Joefrom bitter experience.

--Cockburn. Dimseywife of David Dimseylate of the admiralty: Miller
Tottenhamaged eightyfive: WelshJune 12at 35 Canning street
LiverpoolIsabella Helen. How's that for a national pressehmy brown
son! How's that for Martin Murphythe Bantry jobber?

--Ahwellsays Joehanding round the boose. Thanks be to God they had
the start of us. Drink thatcitizen.

--I willsays hehonourable person.

--HealthJoesays I. And all down the form.

Ah! Ow! Don't be talking! I was blue mouldy for the want of that
pint. Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a
click.

And loas they quaffed their cup of joya godlike messenger came
swiftly inradiant as the eye of heavena comely youth and behind him
there passed an elder of noble gait and countenancebearing the sacred
scrolls of law and with him his lady wife a dame of peerless lineage
fairest of her race.

Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney's
snugsqueezed up with the laughing. And who was sitting up there in the
corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world only Bob Doran.
I didn't know what was up and Alf kept making signs out of the door. And
begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his
bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife
hotfoot after himunfortunate wretched womantrotting like a poodle. I
thought Alf would split.

--Look at himsays he. Breen. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a
postcard someone sent him with U. p: up on it to take a li ...

And he doubled up.

--Take a what? says I.

--Libel actionsays hefor ten thousand pounds.


--O hell! says I.

The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of God in you
seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.

--BI I DHO HUSHTsays he.

--Who? says Joe.

--Breensays Alf. He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round
to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round
to the subsheriff's for a lark. O GodI've a pain laughing. U. p: up. The
long fellow gave him an eye as good as a process and now the bloody old
lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for a G man.

--When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? says Joe.

--Bergansays Bob Doranwaking up. Is that Alf Bergan?

--Yessays Alf. Hanging? Wait till I show you. HereTerrygive us a
pony. That bloody old fool! Ten thousand pounds. You should have seen long
John's eye. U. p ...

And he started laughing.

--Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran. Is that Bergan?

--Hurry upTerry boysays Alf.

Terence O'Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal
cup full of the foamy ebon ale which the noble twin brothers Bungiveagh
and Bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevatscunning as the sons of
deathless Leda. For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass
and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and
bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their
toilthose cunning brotherslords of the vat.

Then did youchivalrous Terencehand forthas to the manner born
that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that
thirstedthe soul of chivalryin beauty akin to the immortals.

But hethe young chief of the O'Bergan'scould ill brook to be outdone
in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture a testoon
of costliest bronze. Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the
image of a queen of regal portscion of the house of BrunswickVictoria
her nameHer Most Excellent Majestyby grace of God of the United
Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the British dominions beyond
the seaqueendefender of the faithEmpress of Indiaeven shewho
bore rulea victress over many peoplesthe wellbelovedfor they knew
and loved her from the rising of the sun to the going down thereofthe
palethe darkthe ruddy and the ethiop.

--What's that bloody freemason doingsays the citizenprowling up and
down outside?

--What's that? says Joe.

--Here you aresays Alfchucking out the rhino. Talking about hanging
I'll show you something you never saw. Hangmen's letters. Look at here.

So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket.


--Are you codding? says I.
--Honest injunsays Alf. Read them.
So Joe took up the letters.
--Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran.
So I saw there was going to be a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap


when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk:
--How's Willy Murray those timesAlf?
--I don't knowsays Alf I saw him just now in Capel street with Paddy


Dignam. Only I was running after that ...
--You what? says Joethrowing down the letters. With who?
--With Dignamsays Alf.
--Is it Paddy? says Joe.
--Yessays Alf. Why?
--Don't you know he's dead? says Joe.
--Paddy Dignam dead! says Alf.
--Aysays Joe.
--Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes agosays Alfas plain as a


pikestaff.
--Who's dead? says Bob Doran.
--You saw his ghost thensays JoeGod between us and harm.
--What? says Alf. Good Christonly five ... What? ... And Willy Murray


with himthe two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's ... What?
Dignam dead?
--What about Dignam? says Bob Doran. Who's talking about ...?


--Dead! says Alf. He's no more dead than you are.
--Maybe sosays Joe. They took the liberty of burying him this morning
anyhow.


--Paddy? says Alf.
--Aysays Joe. He paid the debt of natureGod be merciful to him.
--Good Christ! says Alf.
Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.
In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by


tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing
luminosity of ruby light became gradually visiblethe apparition of the
etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge of jivic
rays from the crown of the head and face. Communication was effected
through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery and
scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus. Questioned
by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that


he was now on the path of pr l ya or return but was still submitted to
trial at the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the lower astral
levels. In reply to a question as to his first sensations in the great
divide beyond he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly
but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic
development opened up to them. Interrogated as to whether life there
resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he had heard from
more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were equipped
with every modern home comfort such as talafanaalavatarhatakalda
wataklasat and that the highest adepts were steeped in waves of volupcy
of the very purest nature. Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was
brought and evidently afforded relief. Asked if he had any message
for the living he exhorted all who were still at the wrong side of Maya
to acknowledge the true path for it was reported in devanic circles that
Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the eastern angle where the
ram has power. It was then queried whether there were any special
desires on the part of the defunct and the reply was: WE GREET YOU
FRIENDS OF EARTHWHO ARE STILL IN THE BODY. MIND C. K. DOESN'T PILE IT
ON. It was ascertained that the reference was to Mr Cornelius Kelleher
manager of Messrs H. J. O'Neill's popular funeral establishmenta
personal friend of the defunctwho had been responsible for the carrying
out of the interment arrangements. Before departing he requested that it
should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been
looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that
the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were
still good. He stated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in
the other region and earnestly requested that his desire should be made
known.

Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was
intimated that this had given satisfaction.

He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignamsun of our morning. Fleet
was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. WailBanbawith
your wind: and wailO oceanwith your whirlwind.

--There he is againsays the citizenstaring out.

--Who? says I.

--Bloomsays he. He's on point duty up and down there for the last ten
minutes.

AndbegobI saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again.

Little Alf was knocked bawways. Faithhe was.

--Good Christ! says he. I could have sworn it was him.

And says Bob Doranwith the hat on the back of his polllowest
blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence:

--Who said Christ is good?

--I beg your parsnipssays Alf.

--Is that a good Christsays Bob Doranto take away poor little Willy
Dignam?

--Ahwellsays Alftrying to pass it off. He's over all his troubles.

But Bob Doran shouts out of him.

--He's a bloody ruffianI sayto take away poor little Willy Dignam.


Terry came down and tipped him the wink to keep quietthat they
didn't want that kind of talk in a respectable licensed premises. And Bob
Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignamtrue as you're there.


--The finest mansays hesnivellingthe finest purest character.


The tear is bloody near your eye. Talking through his bloody hat.
Fitter for him go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married
Mooneythe bumbailiff's daughtermother kept a kip in Hardwicke street
that used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that
was stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on herexposing
her personopen to all comersfair field and no favour.


--The noblestthe truestsays he. And he's gonepoor little Willypoor
little Paddy Dignam.


And mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that
beam of heaven.


Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing
round the door.


--Come income onhe won't eat yousays the citizen.


So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry
was Martin Cunningham there.


--OChrist M'Keownsays Joereading one of the letters. Listen to this
will you?


And he starts reading out one.


7 HUNTER STREETLIVERPOOL.
TO THE HIGH SHERIFF OF DUBLINDUBLIN.


HONOURED SIR I BEG TO OFFER MY SERVICES IN THE ABOVEMENTIONED PAINFUL
CASE I HANGED JOE GANN IN BOOTLE JAIL ON THE 12 OF FEBUARY 1900 AND I
HANGED ...

--Show usJoesays I.

-- ... PRIVATE ARTHUR CHACE FOR FOWL MURDER OF JESSIE TILSIT IN
PENTONVILLE PRISON AND I WAS ASSISTANT WHEN ...

--Jesussays I.

-- ... BILLINGTON EXECUTED THE AWFUL MURDERER TOAD SMITH ...

The citizen made a grab at the letter.

--Hold hardsays JoeI HAVE A SPECIAL NACK OF PUTTING THE NOOSE ONCE IN
HE CAN'T GET OUT HOPING TO BE FAVOURED I REMAINHONOURED SIRMY TERMS IS
FIVE GINNEES.

H. RUMBOLD
MASTER BARBER.
--And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is toosays the citizen.

--And the dirty scrawl of the wretchsays Joe. Heresays hetake them
to hell out of my sightAlf. HelloBloomsays hewhat will you have?


So they started arguing about the pointBloom saying he wouldn't
and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he said
well he'd just take a cigar. Gobhe's a prudent member and no mistake.

--Give us one of your prime stinkersTerrysays Joe.

And Alf was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card
with a black border round it.

--They're all barberssays hefrom the black country that would hang
their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses.

And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his
heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they
chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob a skull.

In the dark land they bidethe vengeful knights of the razor. Their
deadly coil they grasp: yeaand therein they lead to Erebus whatsoever
wight hath done a deed of blood for I will on nowise suffer it even so
saith the Lord.

So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom
comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the codology of the
business and the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those jewies
does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't
know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on.

--There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect onsays Alf.

--What's that? says Joe.

--The poor bugger's tool that's being hangedsays Alf.

--That so? says Joe.

--God's truthsays Alf. I heard that from the head warder that was in

Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Bradythe invincible. He told me when
they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a
poker.

--Ruling passion strong in deathsays Joeas someone said.

--That can be explained by sciencesays Bloom. It's only a natural
phenomenondon't you seebecause on account of the ...

And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and
science and this phenomenon and the other phenomenon.

The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft
tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of
the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would
according to the best approved tradition of medical sciencebe calculated
to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus
of the nerve centres of the genital apparatusthereby causing the elastic
pores of the CORPORA CAVERNOSA to rapidly dilate in such a way as to
instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the human
anatomy known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which
has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards
philoprogenitive erection IN ARTICULO MORTIS PER DIMINUTIONEM CAPITIS.

So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word and
he starts gassing out of him about the invincibles and the old guard and


the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and Joe with
him about all the fellows that were hangeddrawn and transported for the
cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new thisthat and
the other. Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new dog so
he ought. Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place
and scratching his scabs. And round he goes to Bob Doran that was
standing Alf a half one sucking up for what he could get. So of course Bob
Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him:

--Give us the paw! Give the pawdoggy! Good old doggy! Give the paw
here! Give us the paw!

Arrahbloody end to the paw he'd paw and Alf trying to keep him
from tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody old dog and he
talking all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and thoroughbred
dog and intelligent dog: give you the bloody pip. Then he starts scraping
a few bits of old biscuit out of the bottom of a Jacobs' tin he told Terry
to bring. Gobhe golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging
out of him a yard long for more. Near ate the tin and allhungry bloody
mongrel.

And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the pointthe
brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert
Emmet and die for your countrythe Tommy Moore touch about Sara
Curran and she's far from the land. And Bloomof coursewith his
knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. Phenomenon!
The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a
ballalley. Time they were stopping up in the CITY ARMS pisser Burke told
me there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and
Bloom trying to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing
bezique to come in for a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat
of a Friday because the old one was always thumping her craw and taking
the lout out for a walk. And one time he led him the rounds of Dublin and
by the holy farmerhe never cried crack till he brought him home as drunk
as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol
and by herringsif the three women didn't near roast himit's a queer
storythe old oneBloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel.
JesusI had to laugh at pisser Burke taking them off chewing the fat.
And Bloom with his BUT DON'T YOU SEE? and BUT ON THE OTHER HAND. And sure
more be tokenthe lout I'm told was in Power's afterthe blender's
round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week
after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody
establishment. Phenomenon!

--The memory of the deadsays the citizen taking up his pintglass and
glaring at Bloom.

--Ayaysays Joe.

--You don't grasp my pointsays Bloom. What I mean is ...

--SINN FEIN! says the citizen. SINN FEIN AMHAIN! The friends we love are
by our side and the foes we hate before us.

The last farewell was affecting in the extreme. From the belfries far
and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the
gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums
punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance. The deafening
claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up the
ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its
supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle. A torrential rain
poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the bared heads
of the assembled multitude which numbered at the lowest computation five
hundred thousand persons. A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police


superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in
the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away
the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped
instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from the cradle by
Speranza's plaintive muse. Special quick excursion trains and upholstered
charabancs had been provided for the comfort of our country cousins of
whom there were large contingents. Considerable amusement was caused
by the favourite Dublin streetsingers L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang THE
NIGHT BEFORE LARRY WAS STRETCHED in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.
Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade with their broadsheets among
lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for
real Irish fun without vulgarity will grudge them their hardearned
pennies. The children of the Male and Female Foundling Hospital who
thronged the windows overlooking the scene were delighted with this
unexpected addition to the day's entertainment and a word of praise is due
to the Little Sisters of the Poor for their excellent idea of affording
the poor fatherless and motherless children a genuinely instructive treat.
The viceregal houseparty which included many wellknown ladies was
chaperoned by Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the
grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the Friends
of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite.
The delegationpresent in full forceconsisted of Commendatore
Bacibaci Beninobenone (the semiparalysed DOYEN of the party who had
to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane)
Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitepatantthe Grandjoker Vladinmire
Pokethankertscheffthe Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von
Schwanzenbad-HodenthalerCountess Marha Viraga Kisaszony Putrapesthi
Hiram Y. BomboostCount Athanatos KaramelopulosAli Baba Backsheesh
Rahat Lokum EffendiSenor Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y
Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la MalariaHokopoko Harakiri
Hi Hung ChangOlaf KobberkeddelsenMynheer Trik van Trumps
Pan Poleaxe PaddyriskyGoosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch
Borus HupinkoffHerr Hurhausdirektorpresident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli
Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocentgeneralhistoryspecialprofessordoctor
Kriegfried Ueberallgemein.
All the delegates without exception expressed themselves in the
strongest possible heterogeneous terms concerning the nameless
barbarity which they had been called upon to witness. An animated
altercation (in which all took part) ensued among the F. O. T. E. I.
as to whether the eighth or the ninth of March was the correct
date of the birth of Ireland's patron saint. In the course of the
argument cannonballsscimitarsboomerangsblunderbussesstinkpots
meatchoppersumbrellascatapultsknuckledusterssandbagslumps of pig
iron were resorted to and blows were freely exchanged. The baby
policemanConstable MacFaddensummoned by special courier from
Booterstownquickly restored order and with lightning promptitude
proposed the seventeenth of the month as a solution equally honourable for
both contending parties. The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once
appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. Constable MacFadden was
heartily congratulated by all the F.O.T.E.I.several of whom were
bleeding profusely. Commendatore Beninobenone having been extricated
from underneath the presidential armchairit was explained by his legal
adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his
thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the affray from the
pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their
senses. The objects (which included several hundred ladies' and
gentlemen's gold and silver watches) were promptly restored to their
rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme.

Quietlyunassumingly Rumbold stepped on to the scaffold in faultless
morning dress and wearing his favourite flowerthe GLADIOLUS CRUENTUS.
He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so
many have tried (unsuccessfully) to imitate--shortpainstaking yet withal
so characteristic of the man. The arrival of the worldrenowned headsman


was greeted by a roar of acclamation from the huge concoursethe
viceregal ladies waving their handkerchiefs in their excitement while the
even more excitable foreign delegates cheered vociferously in a medley of
criesHOCHBANZAIELJENZIVIOCHINCHINPOLLA KRONIAHIPHIPVIVE
ALLAHamid which the ringing EVVIVA of the delegate of the land of song
(a high double F recalling those piercingly lovely notes with which the
eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers) was easily
distinguishable. It was exactly seventeen o'clock. The signal for prayer
was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were
baredthe commendatore's patriarchal sombrerowhich has been in the
possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzibeing removed by
his medical adviser in attendanceDr Pippi. The learned prelate who
administered the last comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when
about to pay the death penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool
of rainwaterhis cassock above his hoary headand offered up to the
throne of grace fervent prayers of supplication. Hand by the block stood
the grim figure of the executionerhis visage being concealed in a
tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which
his eyes glowered furiously. As he awaited the fatal signal he
tested the edge of his horrible weapon by honing it upon his
brawny forearm or decapitated in rapid succession a flock of
sheep which had been provided by the admirers of his fell but necessary
office. On a handsome mahogany table near him were neatly arranged the
quartering knifethe various finely tempered disembowelling appliances
(specially supplied by the worldfamous firm of cutlersMessrs John Round
and SonsSheffield)a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the
duodenumcolonblind intestine and appendix etc when successfully
extracted and two commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most
precious blood of the most precious victim. The housesteward of the
amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these
vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution. Quite an
excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggsfried steak and onions
done to a nicetydelicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had
been considerately provided by the authorities for the consumption
of the central figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits
when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the
proceedings from beginning to end but hewith an abnegation rare
in these our timesrose nobly to the occasion and expressed the
dying wish (immediately acceded to) that the meal should be
divided in aliquot parts among the members of the sick and indigent
roomkeepers' association as a token of his regard and esteem. The NEC and
NON PLUS ULTRA of emotion were reached when the blushing bride elect burst
her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders and flung herself upon
the muscular bosom of him who was about to be launched into eternity for
her sake. The hero folded her willowy form in a loving embrace murmuring
fondly SHEILAMY OWN. Encouraged by this use of her christian name she
kissed passionately all the various suitable areas of his person which the
decencies of prison garb permitted her ardour to reach. She swore to him
as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would ever
cherish his memorythat she would never forget her hero boy who went to
his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling
match in Clonturk park. She brought back to his recollection the happy
days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they
had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young andoblivious of the
dreadful presentthey both laughed heartilyall the spectators
including the venerable pastorjoining in the general merriment. That
monster audience simply rocked with delight. But anon they were overcome
with grief and clasped their hands for the last time. A fresh torrent of
tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people
touched to the inmost corebroke into heartrending sobsnot the least
affected being the aged prebendary himself. Big strong menofficers of
the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary
were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say
that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. A most


romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate
noted for his chivalry towards the fair sexstepped forward and
presenting his visiting cardbankbook and genealogical tree
solicited the hand of the hapless young ladyrequesting her to
name the dayand was accepted on the spot. Every lady in the
audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion
in the shape of a skull and crossbones broocha timely and generous
act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion: and when the gallant
young Oxonian (the bearerby the wayof one of the most timehonoured
names in Albion's history) placed on the finger of his blushing FIANCEE
an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a
fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds. Nayeven the ster

provostmarshallieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson
who presided on the sad occasionhe who had blown a considerable number
of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinchingcould not now restrain
his natural emotion. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive
tear and was overheardby those privileged burghers who happened to be
in his immediate ENTOURAGEto murmur to himself in a faltering undertone:

--God blimey if she aint a clinkerthat there bleeding tart. Blimey it
makes me kind of bleeding crystraightit doeswhen I sees her cause I
thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.

So then the citizen begins talking about the Irish language and the
corporation meeting and all to that and the shoneens that can't speak
their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for
a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that
he cadged off of Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the
antitreating league and drinkthe curse of Ireland. Antitreating
is about the size of it. Gobhe'd let you pour all manner of drink
down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever
see the froth of his pint. And one night I went in with a fellow
into one of their musical eveningssong and dance about she could
get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was a fellow
with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him in Irish and a lot
of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals
and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry bunsgobflahoolagh
entertainmentdon't be talking. Ireland sober is Ireland free. And then
an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers
shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. And one or two sky
pilots having an eye around that there was no goings on with the females
hitting below the belt.

So howandeveras I was sayingthe old dog seeing the tin was empty
starts mousing around by Joe and me. I'd train him by kindnessso I
wouldif he was my dog. Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where
it wouldn't blind him.

--Afraid he'll bite you? says the citizenjeering.

--Nosays I. But he might take my leg for a lamppost.

So he calls the old dog over.

--What's on youGarry? says he.

Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and
the old towser growlingletting on to answerlike a duet in the opera.
Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. Someone that
has nothing better to do ought to write a letter PRO BONO PUBLICO to the
papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that. Growling and
grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the
hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.


All those who are interested in the spread of human culture among
the lower animals (and their name is legion) should make a point of not
missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the
famous old Irish red setter wolfdog formerly known by the SOBRIQUET of
Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and
acquaintances Owen Garry. The exhibitionwhich is the result of years of
training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary systemcomprises
among other achievementsthe recitation of verse. Our greatest living
phonetic expert (wild horses shall not drag it from us!) has left no stone
unturned in his efforts to delucidate and compare the verse recited and has
found it bears a STRIKING resemblance (the italics are ours) to the ranns
of ancient Celtic bards. We are not speaking so much of those delightful
lovesongs with which the writer who conceals his identity under the
graceful pseudonym of the Little Sweet Branch has familiarised the
bookloving world but rather (as a contributor D. O. C. points out in an
interesting communication published by an evening contemporary) of the
harsher and more personal note which is found in the satirical effusions
of the famous Raftery and of Donal MacConsidine to say nothing of a more
modern lyrist at present very much in the public eye. We subjoin a
specimen which has been rendered into English by an eminent scholar
whose name for the moment we are not at liberty to disclose though
we believe that our readers will find the topical allusion rather
more than an indication. The metrical system of the canine original
which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of
the Welsh englynis infinitely more complicated but we believe our
readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught. Perhaps
it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's
verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone suggestive
of suppressed rancour.

THE CURSE OF MY CURSES
SEVEN DAYS EVERY DAY
AND SEVEN DRY THURSDAYS
ON YOUBARNEY KIERNAN
HAS NO SUP OF WATER
TO COOL MY COURAGE
AND MY GUTS RED ROARING
AFTER LOWRY'S LIGHTS.


So he told Terry to bring some water for the dog andgobyou could
hear him lapping it up a mile off. And Joe asked him would he have
another.

--I willsays heA CHARAto show there's no ill feeling.

Gobhe's not as green as he's cabbagelooking. Arsing around from
one pub to anotherleaving it to your own honourwith old Giltrap's dog
and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators. Entertainment for
man and beast. And says Joe:

--Could you make a hole in another pint?

--Could a swim duck? says I.

--Same againTerrysays Joe. Are you sure you won't have anything in the
way of liquid refreshment? says he.

--Thank younosays Bloom. As a matter of fact I just wanted to meet
Martin Cunninghamdon't you seeabout this insurance of poor Dignam's.
Martin asked me to go to the house. You seeheDignamI meandidn't
serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the time and
nominally under the act the mortgagee can't recover on the policy.


--Holy Warssays Joelaughingthat's a good one if old Shylock is
landed. So the wife comes out top dogwhat?

--Wellthat's a pointsays Bloomfor the wife's admirers.

--Whose admirers? says Joe.

--The wife's advisersI meansays Bloom.

Then he starts all confused mucking it up about mortgagor under the act
like the lord chancellor giving it out on the bench and for the benefit of
the wife and that a trust is created but on the other hand that Dignam
owed Bridgeman the money and if now the wife or the widow contested the
mortgagee's right till he near had the head of me addled with his
mortgagor under the act. He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under
the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a friend in court.
Selling bazaar tickets or what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged
lottery. True as you're there. Ocommend me to an israelite! Royal and
privileged Hungarian robbery.

So Bob Doran comes lurching around asking Bloom to tell Mrs
Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was very sorry about the
funeral and to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that
there was never a truera finer than poor little Willy that's dead to tell
her. Choking with bloody foolery. And shaking Bloom's hand doing the
tragic to tell her that. Shake handsbrother. You're a rogue and I'm
another.

--Let mesaid heso far presume upon our acquaintance whichhowever
slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere timeis founded
as I hope and believeon a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of
you this favour. Butshould I have overstepped the limits of reserve
let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness.

--Norejoined the otherI appreciate to the full the motives which
actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust
to me consoled by the reflection thatthough the errand be one of
sorrowthis proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the
bitterness of the cup.

--Then suffer me to take your handsaid he. The goodness of your heartI
feel surewill dictate to you better than my inadequate words the
expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose
poignancywere I to give vent to my feelingswould deprive me even of
speech.

And off with him and out trying to walk straight. Boosed at five
o'clock. Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the bobby
14A. Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing
timefornicating with two shawls and a bully on guarddrinking porter
out of teacups. And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawlsJoseph
Manuoand talking against the Catholic religionand he serving mass in
Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shutwho wrote the new
testamentand the old testamentand hugging and smugging. And the two
shawls killed with the laughingpicking his pocketsthe bloody
fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls
screeching laughing at one another. HOW IS YOUR TESTAMENT? HAVE YOU
GOT AN OLD TESTAMENT? Only Paddy was passing thereI tell you what.
Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wifeand
she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots
on herno lessand her violetsnice as piedoing the little lady.
Jack Mooney's sister. And the old prostitute of a mother
procuring rooms to street couples. GobJack made him toe the line. Told


him if he didn't patch up the potJesushe'd kick the shite out of him.

So Terry brought the three pints.

--Heresays Joedoing the honours. Herecitizen.

--SLAN LEATsays he.

--FortuneJoesays I. Good healthcitizen.

Gobhe had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Want a
small fortune to keep him in drinks.

--Who is the long fellow running for the mayoraltyAlf? says Joe.

--Friend of yourssays Alf.

--Nannan? says Joe. The mimber?

--I won't mention any namessays Alf.

--I thought sosays Joe. I saw him up at that meeting now with William
FieldM. P.the cattle traders.

--Hairy Iopassays the citizenthat exploded volcanothe darling of all
countries and the idol of his own.

So Joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and
the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen sending
them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his sheepdip for the
scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the guaranteed remedy
for timber tongue. Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard.
Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are
coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a
grazier. Mister Knowall. Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks.
Pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel the wife used to be in rivers of
tears some times with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches
of fat all over her. Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye
was waltzing around her showing her how to do it. What's your programme
today? Ay. Humane methods. Because the poor animals suffer and experts
say and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and
on the sore spot administer gently. Gobhe'd have a soft hand under a
hen.

Ga Ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Black Liz is our hen. She lays eggs
for us. When she lays her egg she is so glad. Gara. Klook Klook Klook.
Then comes good uncle Leo. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes
her fresh egg. Ga ga ga ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook.

--Anyhowsays JoeField and Nannetti are going over tonight to London
to ask about it on the floor of the house of commons.

--Are you suresays Bloomthe councillor is going? I wanted to see him
as it happens.

--Wellhe's going off by the mailboatsays Joetonight.

--That's too badsays Bloom. I wanted particularly. Perhaps only Mr Field
is going. I couldn't phone. No. You're sure?

--Nannan's going toosays Joe. The league told him to ask a question
tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the
park. What do you think of thatcitizen? THE SLUAGH NA H-EIREANN.


Mr Cowe Conacre (Multifarnham. Nat.): Arising out of the question of my
honourable friendthe member for Shillelaghmay I ask the right
honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these
animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as
to their pathological condition?

Mr Allfours (Tamoshant. Con.): Honourable members are already in
possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole house.
I feel I cannot usefully add anything to that. The answer to the
honourable member's question is in the affirmative.

Mr Orelli O'Reilly (Montenotte. Nat.): Have similar orders been issued for
the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the
Phoenix park?

Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative.

Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman's famous
Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury
bench? (O! O!)

Mr Allfours: I must have notice of that question.

Mr Staylewit (Buncombe. Ind.): Don't hesitate to shoot.

(Ironical opposition cheers.)

The speaker: Order! Order!

(The house rises. Cheers.)

--There's the mansays Joethat made the Gaelic sports revival. There he
is sitting there. The man that got away James Stephens. The champion of
all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. What was your best throw
citizen?

--NA BACLEISsays the citizenletting on to be modest. There was a time
I was as good as the next fellow anyhow.

--Put it therecitizensays Joe. You were and a bloody sight better.

--Is that really a fact? says Alf.

--Yessays Bloom. That's well known. Did you not know that?

So off they started about Irish sports and shoneen games the like of lawn
tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and
building up a nation once again and all to that. And of course Bloom had
to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent
exercise was bad. I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a
straw from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: LOOK ATBLOOM.
DO YOU SEE THAT STRAW? THAT'S A STRAW. Declare to my aunt he'd talk
about it for an hour so he would and talk steady.

A most interesting discussion took place in the ancient hall of BRIAN
O'CIARNAIN'S in SRAID NA BRETAINE BHEAGunder the auspices of SLUAGH NA
H-EIREANNon the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of
physical cultureas understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and
ancient Irelandfor the development of the race. The venerable president
of the noble order was in the chair and the attendance was of large
dimensions. After an instructive discourse by the chairmana magnificent
oration eloquently and forcibly expresseda most interesting and
instructive discussion of the usual high standard of excellence
ensued as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient


games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers. The
wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old
tongueMr Joseph M'Carthy Hynesmade an eloquent appeal for
the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes
practised morning and evening by Finn MacCoolas calculated to revive the
best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from
ancient ages. L. Bloomwho met with a mixed reception of applause and
hisseshaving espoused the negative the vocalist chairman brought the
discussion to a closein response to repeated requests and hearty
plaudits from all parts of a bumper houseby a remarkably noteworthy
rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses (happily
too familiar to need recalling here) A NATION ONCE AGAIN in the execution
of which the veteran patriot champion may be said without fear of
contradiction to have fairly excelled himself. The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi
was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the
greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen
can sing it. His superb highclass vocalismwhich by its superquality
greatly enhanced his already international reputationwas vociferously
applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many
prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press
and the bar and the other learned professions. The proceedings then
terminated.

Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. William DelanyS. J.

L. L. D.; the rt rev. Gerald MolloyD. D.; the rev. P. J. Kavanagh
C. S. Sp.; the rev. T. WatersC. C.; the rev. John M. IversP. P.; the
rev. P. J. ClearyO. S. F.; the rev. L. J. HickeyO. P.; the very rev.
Fr. NicholasO. S. F. C.; the very rev. B. GormanO. D. C.; the rev. T.
MaherS. J.; the very rev. James MurphyS. J.; the rev. John Lavery
V. F.; the very rev. William DohertyD. D.; the rev. Peter FaganO. M.;
the rev. T. BranganO. S. A.; the rev. J. FlavinC. C.; the rev. M. A.
HackettC. C.; the rev. W. HurleyC. C.; the rt rev. Mgr M'Manus
V. G.; the rev. B. R. SlatteryO. M. I.; the very rev. M. D. ScallyP.
P.; the rev. F. T. PurcellO. P.; the very rev. Timothy canon Gorman
P. P.; the rev. J. FlanaganC. C. The laity included P. FayT. Quirke
etc.etc.
--Talking about violent exercisesays Alfwere you at that Keogh-Bennett
match?

--Nosays Joe.

--I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over itsays Alf.

--Who? Blazes? says Joe.

And says Bloom:

--What I meant about tennisfor exampleis the agility and training the
eye.

--AyBlazessays Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up
the odds and he swatting all the time.

--We know himsays the citizen. The traitor's son. We know what put
English gold in his pocket.

---True for yousays Joe.

And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the
bloodasking Alf:

--Nowdon't you thinkBergan?


--Myler dusted the floor with himsays Alf. Heenan and Sayers was only a
bloody fool to it. Handed him the father and mother of a beating. See the
little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. Godhe gave
him one last puck in the windQueensberry rules and allmade him puke
what he never ate.


It was a historic and a hefty battle when Myler and Percy were
scheduled to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns. Handicapped
as he was by lack of poundageDublin's pet lamb made up for it by
superlative skill in ringcraft. The final bout of fireworks was a
gruelling for both champions. The welterweight sergeantmajor had
tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh
had been receivergeneral of rights and leftsthe artilleryman
putting in some neat work on the pet's noseand Myler came on
looking groggy. The soldier got to businessleading off with a
powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting
out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw. The redcoat
ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hookthe body punch being
a fine one. The men came to handigrips. Myler quickly became busy and got
his man underthe bout ending with the bulkier man on the ropesMyler
punishing him. The Englishmanwhose right eye was nearly closedtook
his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and when the bell
went came on gamey and brimful of pluckconfident of knocking out the
fistic Eblanite in jigtime. It was a fight to a finish and the best man
for it. The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high. The
referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky
and his footwork a treat to watch. After a brisk exchange of courtesies
during which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely
from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and
landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett's stomachflooring him flat.
It was a knockout clean and clever. Amid tense expectation the Portobello
bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein
threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied
cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him
with delight.


--He knows which side his bread is butteredsays Alf. I hear he's running
a concert tour now up in the north.


--He issays Joe. Isn't he?


--Who? says Bloom. Ahyes. That's quite true. Yesa kind of summer tour
you see. Just a holiday.


--Mrs B. is the bright particular starisn't she? says Joe.


--My wife? says Bloom. She's singingyes. I think it will be a success
too.


He's an excellent man to organise. Excellent.


Hoho begob says I to myself says I. That explains the milk in the cocoanut
and absence of hair on the animal's chest. Blazes doing the tootle on the
flute. Concert tour. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that
sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers. Old
Whatwhat. I called about the poor and water rateMr Boylan. You what?
The water rateMr Boylan. You whatwhat? That's the bucko that'll
organise hertake my tip. 'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.


Pride of Calpe's rocky mountthe ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy.
There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air.
The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and
bowed. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful
bosoms.



And lothere entered one of the clan of the O'Molloy'sa comely hero
of white face yet withal somewhat ruddyhis majesty's counsel learned in
the lawand with him the prince and heir of the noble line of Lambert.


--HelloNed.


--HelloAlf.


--HelloJack.


--HelloJoe.


--God save yousays the citizen.


--Save you kindlysays J. J. What'll it beNed?


--Half onesays Ned.


So J. J. ordered the drinks.


--Were you round at the court? says Joe.


--Yessays J. J. He'll square thatNedsays he.


--Hope sosays Ned.


Now what were those two at? J. J. getting him off the grand jury list
and the other give him a leg over the stile. With his name in Stubbs's.
Playing cardshobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their
eyeadrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders.
Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where no-one would
know him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his
boots out of the pop. What's your namesir? Dunnesays he. Ayand done
says I. Gobhe'll come home by weeping cross one of those daysI'm
thinking.


--Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? says Alf. U. p: up.


--Yessays J. J. Looking for a private detective.


--Aysays Ned. And he wanted right go wrong to address the court only
Corny Kelleher got round him telling him to get the handwriting examined
first.


--Ten thousand poundssays Alflaughing. GodI'd give anything to hear
him before a judge and jury.


--Was it you did itAlf? says Joe. The truththe whole truth and nothing
but the truthso help you Jimmy Johnson.


--Me? says Alf. Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character.


--Whatever statement you makesays Joewill be taken down in evidence
against you.


--Of course an action would liesays J. J. It implies that he is not
COMPOS MENTIS. U. p: up.


--COMPOS your eye! says Alflaughing. Do you know that he's balmy?
Look at his head. Do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat on
with a shoehorn.


--Yessays J. J.but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment



for publishing it in the eyes of the law.

--Ha haAlfsays Joe.

--Stillsays Bloomon account of the poor womanI mean his wife.

--Pity about hersays the citizen. Or any other woman marries a half and
half.

--How half and half? says Bloom. Do you mean he ...

--Half and half I meansays the citizen. A fellow that's neither fish nor
flesh.

--Nor good red herringsays Joe.

--That what's I meansays the citizen. A pishogueif you know what that
is.

Begob I saw there was trouble coming. And Bloom explaining he meant on
account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the
old stuttering fool. Cruelty to animals so it is to let that bloody
povertystricken Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him
bringing down the rain. And she with her nose cockahoop after she married
him because a cousin of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope.
Picture of him on the wall with his Smashall Sweeney's moustachesthe
signior Brini from Summerhillthe eyetallyanopapal Zouave to the Holy
Fatherhas left the quay and gone to Moss street. And who was hetell
us? A nobodytwo pair back and passagesat seven shillings a weekand
he covered with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world.

--And moreoversays J. J.a postcard is publication. It was held to be
sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. Hole. In my
opinion an action might lie.

Six and eightpenceplease. Who wants your opinion? Let us drink
our pints in peace. Gobwe won't be let even do that much itself.

--Wellgood healthJacksays Ned.

--Good healthNedsays J. J.

---There he is againsays Joe.

--Where? says Alf.

And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his
oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking
in as they went pasttalking to him like a fathertrying to sell him a
secondhand coffin.

--How did that Canada swindle case go off? says Joe.

--Remandedsays J. J.

One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of James
Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiroput an ad in the papers saying
he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob. What? Do you see any green
in the white of my eye? Course it was a bloody barney. What? Swindled
them allskivvies and badhachs from the county Meathayand his own
kidney too. J. J. was telling us there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or
something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on himswearing by the
holy Moses he was stuck for two quid.


--Who tried the case? says Joe.

--Recordersays Ned.

--Poor old sir Fredericksays Alfyou can cod him up to the two eyes.

--Heart as big as a lionsays Ned. Tell him a tale of woe about arrears
of rent and a sick wife and a squad of kids andfaithhe'll dissolve in
tears on the bench.

--Aysays Alf. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the dock
the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stonesfor the
corporation there near Butt bridge.

And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to cry:

--A most scandalous thing! This poor hardworking man! How many
children? Tendid you say?

--Yesyour worship. And my wife has the typhoid.

--And the wife with typhoid fever! Scandalous! Leave the court
immediatelysir. NosirI'll make no order for payment. How dare you
sircome up before me and ask me to make an order! A poor hardworking
industrious man! I dismiss the case.

And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and in
the third week after the feastday of the Holy and Undivided Trinity
the daughter of the skiesthe virgin moon being then in her first
quarterit came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the
halls of law. There master Courtenaysitting in his own chamber
gave his rede and master Justice Andrewssitting without a jury
in the probate courtweighed well and pondered the claim of the
first chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will
propounded and final testamentary disposition IN RE the real and
personal estate of the late lamented Jacob Hallidayvintnerdeceased
versus Livingstonean infantof unsound mindand another. And to the
solemn court of Green street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. And he
sat him there about the hour of five o'clock to administer the law of the
brehons at the commission for all that and those parts to be holden in
and for the county of the city of Dublin. And there sat with him the high
sinhedrim of the twelve tribes of Iarfor every tribe one manof the
tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Owen and of
the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of
Fergus and of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Dermot and of
the tribe of Cormac and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of
Caolte and of the tribe of Ossianthere being in all twelve good
men and true. And he conjured them by Him who died on rood that
they should well and truly try and true deliverance make in the
issue joined between their sovereign lord the king and the prisoner at
the bar and true verdict give according to the evidence so help them God
and kiss the book. And they rose in their seatsthose twelve of Iarand
they swore by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do
His rightwiseness. And straightway the minions of the law led forth from
their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended in
consequence of information received. And they shackled him hand and foot
and would take of him ne bail ne mainprise but preferred a charge against
him for he was a malefactor.

--Those are nice thingssays the citizencoming over here to Ireland
filling the country with bugs.

So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts talking with Joetelling
him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first but if he


would just say a word to Mr Crawford. And so Joe swore high and holy by
this and by that he'd do the devil and all.

--Becauseyou seesays Bloomfor an advertisement you must have
repetition. That's the whole secret.

--Rely on mesays Joe.

--Swindling the peasantssays the citizenand the poor of Ireland. We
want no more strangers in our house.

--OI'm sure that will be all rightHynessays Bloom. It's just that
Keyesyou see.

--Consider that donesays Joe.

--Very kind of yousays Bloom.

--The strangerssays the citizen. Our own fault. We let them come in. We
brought them in. The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon
robbers here.

--Decree NISIsays J. J.

And Bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothinga
spider's web in the corner behind the barreland the citizen scowling
after him and the old dog at his feet looking up to know who to bite and
when.

--A dishonoured wifesays the citizenthat's what's the cause of all our
misfortunes.

--And here she issays Alfthat was giggling over the POLICE GAZETTE
with Terry on the counterin all her warpaint.

--Give us a squint at hersays I.

And what was it only one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry
borrows off of Corny Kelleher. Secrets for enlarging your private parts.
Misconduct of society belle. Norman W. Tupperwealthy Chicago
contractorfinds pretty but faithless wife in lap of officer Taylor.
Belle in her bloomers misconducting herselfand her fancyman feeling for
her tickles and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in
time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor.

--O jakersJennysays Joehow short your shirt is!

--There's hairJoesays I. Get a queer old tailend of corned beef off of
that onewhat?

So anyhow in came John Wyse Nolan and Lenehan with him with a
face on him as long as a late breakfast.

--Wellsays the citizenwhat's the latest from the scene of action? What
did those tinkers in the city hall at their caucus meeting decide about
the Irish language?

O'Nolanclad in shining armourlow bending made obeisance to the
puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that
which had befallenhow that the grave elders of the most obedient city
second of the realmhad met them in the tholseland thereafter due
prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernalhad taken solemn counsel
whereby they mightif so be it might bebring once more into honour
among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided Gael.


--It's on the marchsays the citizen. To hell with the bloody brutal
Sassenachs and their PATOIS.

So J. J. puts in a worddoing the toff about one story was good till
you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policyputting your
blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a
nationand Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and
their colonies and their civilisation.

--Their syphilisationyou meansays the citizen. To hell with them! The
curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody thicklugged
sons of whores' gets! No music and no art and no literature worthy of the
name. Any civilisation they have they stole from us. Tonguetied sons of
bastards' ghosts.

--The European familysays J. J. ...

--They're not Europeansays the citizen. I was in Europe with Kevin Egan
of Paris. You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in
Europe except in a CABINET D'AISANCE.

And says John Wyse:

--Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the lingo:

--CONSPUEZ LES ANGLAIS! PERFIDE ALBION!

He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands
the medher of dark strong foamy ale anduttering his tribal slogan LAMH
DEARG ABUhe drank to the undoing of his foesa race of mighty valorous
heroesrulers of the waveswho sit on thrones of alabaster silent as the
deathless gods.

--What's up with yousays I to Lenehan. You look like a fellow that had
lost a bob and found a tanner.

--Gold cupsays he.

--Who wonMr Lenehan? says Terry.

--THROWAWAYsays heat twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest
nowhere.

--And Bass's mare? says Terry.

--Still runningsays he. We're all in a cart. Boylan plunged two quid on
my tip SCEPTRE for himself and a lady friend.

--I had half a crown myselfsays Terryon ZINFANDEL that Mr Flynn gave
me. Lord Howard de Walden's.

--Twenty to onesays Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. THROWAWAY
says he. Takes the biscuitand talking about bunions. Frailtythy name
is SCEPTRE.

So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was
anything he could lift on the nodthe old cur after him backing his luck
with his mangy snout up. Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.

--Not theremy childsays he.


--Keep your pecker upsays Joe. She'd have won the money only for the
other dog.

And J. J. and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom
sticking in an odd word.

--Some peoplesays Bloomcan see the mote in others' eyes but they can't
see the beam in their own.

--RAIMEISsays the citizen. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that
won't seeif you know what that means. Where are our missing
twenty millions of Irish should be here today instead of four
our lost tribes? And our potteries and textilesthe finest in
the whole world! And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time
of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim
and our Limerick laceour tanneries and our white flint glass
down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since
Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory
raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Rossnothing like it in
the whole wide world. Where are the Greek merchants that came through the
pillars of Herculesthe Gibraltar now grabbed by the foe of mankindwith
gold and Tyrian purple to sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen? Read
Tacitus and Ptolemyeven Giraldus Cambrensis. Winepeltries
Connemara marblesilver from Tipperarysecond to noneour farfamed
horses even todaythe Irish hobbieswith king Philip of Spain offering
to pay customs duties for the right to fish in our waters. What do the
yellowjohns of Anglia owe us for our ruined trade and our ruined hearths?
And the beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions
of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption?

--As treeless as Portugal we'll be soonsays John Wyseor Heligoland
with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land.
Larchesfirsall the trees of the conifer family are going fast. I was
reading a report of lord Castletown's ...

--Save themsays the citizenthe giant ash of Galway and the chieftain
elm of Kildare with a fortyfoot bole and an acre of foliage. Save the
trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of
EireO.

--Europe has its eyes on yousays Lenehan.

The fashionable international world attended EN MASSE this afternoon
at the wedding of the chevalier Jean Wyse de Neaulangrand high chief
ranger of the Irish National Foresterswith Miss Fir Conifer of Pine
Valley. Lady Sylvester ElmshadeMrs Barbara LovebirchMrs Poll Ash
Mrs Holly HazeleyesMiss Daphne BaysMiss Dorothy CanebrakeMrs
Clyde TwelvetreesMrs Rowan GreeneMrs Helen VinegaddingMiss
Virginia CreeperMiss Gladys BeechMiss Olive GarthMiss Blanche
MapleMrs Maud MahoganyMiss Myra MyrtleMiss Priscilla
ElderflowerMiss Bee HoneysuckleMiss Grace PoplarMiss O Mimosa
SanMiss Rachel Cedarfrondthe Misses Lilian and Viola LilacMiss
Timidity AspenallMrs Kitty Dewey-MosseMiss May HawthorneMrs
Gloriana PalmeMrs Liana ForrestMrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs
Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their
presence. The bride who was given away by her fatherthe M'Conifer of
the Glandslooked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green
mercerised silkmoulded on an underslip of gloaming greysashed with a
yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued
fringethe scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn
bronze. The maids of honourMiss Larch Conifer and Miss Spruce Conifer
sisters of the bridewore very becoming costumes in the same tonea
dainty MOTIF of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and
repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of heron


feathers of paletinted coral. Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the
organ with his wellknown ability andin addition to the prescribed
numbers of the nuptial massplayed a new and striking arrangement
of WOODMANSPARE THAT TREE at the conclusion of the service. On
leaving the church of Saint Fiacre IN HORTO after the papal
blessing the happy pair were subjected to a playful crossfire
of hazelnutsbeechmastbayleavescatkins of willowivytod
hollyberriesmistletoe sprigs and quicken shoots. Mr and Mrs Wyse
Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest.

--And our eyes are on Europesays the citizen. We had our trade with
Spain and the French and with the Flemings before those mongrels were
puppedSpanish ale in Galwaythe winebark on the winedark waterway.

--And will againsays Joe.

--And with the help of the holy mother of God we will againsays the
citizenclapping his thigh. our harbours that are empty will be full
againQueenstownKinsaleGalwayBlacksod BayVentry in the kingdom of
KerryKillybegsthe third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet
of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the
O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with
the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. And will againsays hewhen the
first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to
the forenone of your Henry Tudor's harpsnothe oldest flag afloat
the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomondthree crowns on a blue
fieldthe three sons of Milesius.

And he took the last swig out of the pint. Moya. All wind and piss like
a tanyard cat. Cows in Connacht have long horns. As much as his bloody
life is worth to go down and address his tall talk to the assembled
multitude in Shanagolden where he daren't show his nose with the Molly
Maguires looking for him to let daylight through him for grabbing the
holding of an evicted tenant.

--Hearhear to thatsays John Wyse. What will you have?

--An imperial yeomanrysays Lenehanto celebrate the occasion.

--Half oneTerrysays John Wyseand a hands up. Terry! Are you asleep?

--Yessirsays Terry. Small whisky and bottle of Allsop. Rightsir.

Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead
of attending to the general public. Picture of a butting matchtrying to
crack their bloody skullsone chap going for the other with his head down
like a bull at a gate. And another one: BLACK BEAST BURNED IN OMAHAGA.
A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a Sambo strung
up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him. Gobthey ought
to drown him in the sea after and electrocute and crucify him to make sure
of their job.

--But what about the fighting navysays Nedthat keeps our foes at bay?

--I'll tell you what about itsays the citizen. Hell upon earth it is.
Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about flogging on the
training ships at Portsmouth. A fellow writes that calls himself DISGUSTED
ONE.

So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew
of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the
parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad
brought outhowling for his maand they tie him down on the buttend of a
gun.


--A rump and dozensays the citizenwas what that old ruffian sir John
Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the
breech.

And says John Wyse:

--'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance.

Then he was telling us the master at arms comes along with a long
cane and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the poor lad
till he yells meila murder.

--That's your glorious British navysays the citizenthat bosses the
earth.

The fellows that never will be slaveswith the only hereditary chamber on
the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of a dozen gamehogs
and cottonball barons. That's the great empire they boast about of drudges
and whipped serfs.

--On which the sun never risessays Joe.

--And the tragedy of it issays the citizenthey believe it. The
unfortunate yahoos believe it.

They believe in rodthe scourger almightycreator of hell upon earth
and in Jacky Tarthe son of a gunwho was conceived of unholy boast
born of the fighting navysuffered under rump and dozenwas scarified
flayed and curriedyelled like bloody hellthe third day he arose again
from the bedsteered into havensitteth on his beamend till further
orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid.

--Butsays Bloomisn't discipline the same everywhere. I mean wouldn't
it be the same here if you put force against force?

Didn't I tell you? As true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his
last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living.

--We'll put force against forcesays the citizen. We have our greater
Ireland beyond the sea. They were driven out of house and home in the
black 47. Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside were laid
low by the batteringram and the TIMES rubbed its hands and told the
whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland as
redskins in America. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. But the
Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of
crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro. Aythey
drove out the peasants in hordes. Twenty thousand of them died in the
coffinships. But those that came to the land of the free remember the land
of bondage. And they will come again and with a vengeanceno cravensthe
sons of Granuailethe champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan.

--Perfectly truesays Bloom. But my point was ...

--We are a long time waiting for that daycitizensays Ned. Since the
poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at
Killala.

--Aysays John Wyse. We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us
against the Williamites and they betrayed us. Remember Limerick and the
broken treatystone. We gave our best blood to France and Spainthe wild
geese. Fontenoyeh? And Sarsfield and O'Donnellduke of Tetuan in
Spainand Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria
Teresa. But what did we ever get for it?


--The French! says the citizen. Set of dancing masters! Do you know what
it is? They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland. Aren't they trying
to make an ENTENTE CORDIALE now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with perfidious
Albion? Firebrands of Europe and they always were.

--CONSPUEZ LES FRANCAISsays Lenehannobbling his beer.

--And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverianssays Joehaven't we had
enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George the
elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead?

JesusI had to laugh at the way he came out with that about the old one
with the winkers on herblind drunk in her royal palace every night of
Godold Vicwith her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting
her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the whiskers
and singing him old bits of songs about EHREN ON THE RHINE and come
where the boose is cheaper.

--Wellsays J. J. We have Edward the peacemaker now.

--Tell that to a foolsays the citizen. There's a bloody sight more pox
than pax about that boyo. Edward Guelph-Wettin!

--And what do you thinksays Joeof the holy boysthe priests and
bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's
racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys
rode. The earl of Dublinno less.

--They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himselfsays little Alf.

And says J. J.:

--Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision.

--Will you try anothercitizen? says Joe.

--Yessirsays he. I will.

--You? says Joe.

--Beholden to youJoesays I. May your shadow never grow less.

--Repeat that dosesays Joe.

Bloom was talking and talking with John Wyse and he quite excited
with his dunducketymudcoloured mug on him and his old plumeyes rolling
about.

--Persecutionsays heall the history of the world is full of it.
Perpetuating national hatred among nations.

--But do you know what a nation means? says John Wyse.

--Yessays Bloom.

--What is it? says John Wyse.

--A nation? says Bloom. A nation is the same people living in the same
place.

--By Godthensays Nedlaughingif that's so I'm a nation for I'm
living in the same place for the past five years.


So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says hetrying to
muck out of it:

--Or also living in different places.

--That covers my casesays Joe.

--What is your nation if I may ask? says the citizen.

--Irelandsays Bloom. I was born here. Ireland.

The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and
gobhe spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner.

--After you with the pushJoesays hetaking out his handkerchief to
swab himself dry.

--Here you arecitizensays Joe. Take that in your right hand and repeat
after me the following words.

The muchtreasured and intricately embroidered ancient Irish
facecloth attributed to Solomon of Droma and Manus Tomaltach og
MacDonoghauthors of the Book of Ballymotewas then carefully
produced and called forth prolonged admiration. No need to dwell on the
legendary beauty of the cornerpiecesthe acme of artwherein one can
distinctly discern each of the four evangelists in turn presenting to each
of the four masters his evangelical symbola bogoak sceptrea North
American puma (a far nobler king of beasts than the British articlebe it
said in passing)a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. The
scenes depicted on the emunctory fieldshowing our ancient duns and raths
and cromlechs and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones
are as wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the
Sligo illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago
in the time of the Barmecides. Glendaloughthe lovely lakes of Killarney
the ruins of ClonmacnoisCong AbbeyGlen Inagh and the Twelve Pins
Ireland's Eyethe Green Hills of TallaghtCroagh Patrickthe brewery of
Messrs Arthur GuinnessSon and Company (Limited)Lough Neagh's banks
the vale of OvocaIsolde's towerthe Mapas obeliskSir Patrick Dun's
hospitalCape Clearthe glen of AherlowLynch's castlethe Scotch
houseRathdown Union Workhouse at LoughlinstownTullamore jail
Castleconnel rapidsKilballymacshonakillthe cross at Monasterboice
Jury's HotelS. Patrick's Purgatorythe Salmon LeapMaynooth college
refectoryCurley's holethe three birthplaces of the first duke of
Wellingtonthe rock of Cashelthe bog of Allenthe Henry Street
WarehouseFingal's Cave--all these moving scenes are still there for us
today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have
passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time.

--Show us over the drinksays I. Which is which?

--That's minesays Joeas the devil said to the dead policeman.

--And I belong to a race toosays Bloomthat is hated and persecuted.
Also now. This very moment. This very instant.

Gobhe near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old cigar.

--Robbedsays he. Plundered. Insulted. Persecuted. Taking what belongs
to us by right. At this very momentsays heputting up his fistsold by
auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle.

--Are you talking about the new Jerusalem? says the citizen.

--I'm talking about injusticesays Bloom.


--Rightsays John Wyse. Stand up to it then with force like men.

That's an almanac picture for you. Mark for a softnosed bullet. Old
lardyface standing up to the business end of a gun. Gobhe'd adorn a
sweepingbrushso he wouldif he only had a nurse's apron on him. And
then he collapses all of a suddentwisting around all the oppositeas
limp as a wet rag.

--But it's no usesays he. Forcehatredhistoryall that. That's not
life for men and womeninsult and hatred. And everybody knows that it's
the very opposite of that that is really life.

--What? says Alf.

--Lovesays Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred. I must go nowsays he
to John Wyse. Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there.
If he comes just say I'll be back in a second. Just a moment.

Who's hindering you? And off he pops like greased lightning.

--A new apostle to the gentilessays the citizen. Universal love.

--Wellsays John Wyse. Isn't that what we're told. Love your neighbour.

--That chap? says the citizen. Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Love
moya! He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.

Love loves to love love. Nurse loves the new chemist. Constable 14A
loves Mary Kelly. Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle.

M. B. loves a fair gentleman. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow.
Jumbothe elephantloves Alicethe elephant. Old Mr Verschoyle with the
ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turnedin eye. The man in the
brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. His Majesty the King loves Her
Majesty the Queen. Mrs Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor. You love
a certain person. And this person loves that other person because
everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody.
--WellJoesays Iyour very good health and song. More powercitizen.

--Hurrahtheresays Joe.

--The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on yousays the citizen.

And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle.

--We know those canterssays hepreaching and picking your pocket.
What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides that put the women
and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text GOD IS LOVE
pasted round the mouth of his cannon? The bible! Did you read that skit in
the UNITED IRISHMAN today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England?

--What's that? says Joe.

So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts
reading out:

--A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented
yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting
Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggsto tender to His Majesty the heartfelt
thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his
dominions. The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion
of which the dusky potentatein the course of a happy speech
freely translated by the British chaplainthe reverend Ananias


Praisegod Barebonestendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and
emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the
British empirestating that he treasured as one of his dearest
possessions an illuminated biblethe volume of the word of God
and the secret of England's greatnessgraciously presented to him by
the white chief womanthe great squaw Victoriawith a personal
dedication from the august hand of the Royal Donor. The Alaki then drank a
lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast BLACK AND WHITE from the
skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak
surnamed Forty Wartsafter which he visited the chief factory of
Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' booksubsequently
executing a charming old Abeakutic wardancein the course of which he
swallowed several knives and forksamid hilarious applause from the girl
hands.

--Widow womansays Ned. I wouldn't doubt her. Wonder did he put that
bible to the same use as I would.

--Same only more sosays Lenehan. And thereafter in that fruitful land
the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly.

--Is that by Griffith? says John Wyse.

--Nosays the citizen. It's not signed Shanganagh. It's only
initialled: P.

--And a very good initial toosays Joe.

--That's how it's workedsays the citizen. Trade follows the flag.

--Wellsays J. J.if they're any worse than those Belgians in the Congo
Free State they must be bad. Did you read that report by a man what's this
his name is?

--Casementsays the citizen. He's an Irishman.

--Yesthat's the mansays J. J. Raping the women and girls and flogging
the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of
them.

--I know where he's gonesays Lenehancracking his fingers.

--Who? says I.

--Bloomsays he. The courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on
THROWAWAY and he's gone to gather in the shekels.

--Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? says the citizenthat never backed a horse
in anger in his life?

--That's where he's gonesays Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to back
that horse only I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the tip.
Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on. He's the only
man in Dublin has it. A dark horse.

--He's a bloody dark horse himselfsays Joe.

--MindJoesays I. Show us the entrance out.

--There you aresays Terry.

Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort. So I just went round the back of
the yard to pumpship and begob (hundred shillings to five) while I was
letting off my (THROWAWAY twenty to) letting off my load gob says I to


myself I knew he was uneasy in his (two pints off of Joe and one in
Slattery's off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings is
five quid) and when they were in the (dark horse) pisser Burke
was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick (gobmust
have done about a gallon) flabbyarse of a wife speaking down the tube
SHE'S BETTER or SHE'S (ow!) all a plan so he could vamoose with the
pool if he won or (Jesusfull up I was) trading without a licence (ow!)
Ireland my nation says he (hoik! phthook!) never be up to those
bloody (there's the last of it) Jerusalem (ah!) cuckoos.

So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdongJohn Wyse
saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his
paper all kinds of jerrymanderingpacked juries and swindling the taxes
off of the government and appointing consuls all over the world to walk
about selling Irish industries. Robbing Peter to pay Paul. Gobthat puts
the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show. Give us
a bloody chance. God save Ireland from the likes of that bloody
mouseabout. Mr Bloom with his argol bargol. And his old fellow before him
perpetrating fraudsold Methusalem Bloomthe robbing bagmanthat
poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with
his baubles and his penny diamonds. Loans by post on easy terms. Any
amount of money advanced on note of hand. Distance no object. No security.
Gobhe's like Lanty MacHale's goat that'd go a piece of the road with
every one.

--Wellit's a factsays John Wyse. And there's the man now that'll tell
you all about itMartin Cunningham.

Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power
with him and a fellow named Crofter or Croftonpensioner out of the
collector general'san orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration
and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the country at the
king's expense.

Our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted from their
palfreys.

--Hovarlet! cried hewho by his mien seemed the leader of the party.
Saucy knave! To us!

So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice.

Mine host came forth at the summonsgirding him with his tabard.

--Give you good denmy masterssaid he with an obsequious bow.

--Bestir thyselfsirrah! cried he who had knocked. Look to our steeds.
And for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it.

--Lackadaygood masterssaid the hostmy poor house has but a bare
larder. I know not what to offer your lordships.

--How nowfellow? cried the second of the partya man of pleasant
countenanceSo servest thou the king's messengersmaster Taptun?

An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage.

--Cry you mercygentlemenhe said humbly. An you be the king's
messengers (God shield His Majesty!) you shall not want for aught. The
king's friends (God bless His Majesty!) shall not go afasting in my house
I warrant me.

--Then about! cried the traveller who had not spokena lusty trencherman
by his aspect. Hast aught to give us?


Mine host bowed again as he made answer:

--What say yougood mastersto a squab pigeon pastysome collops of
venisona saddle of vealwidgeon with crisp hog's bacona boar's head
with pistachiosa bason of jolly custarda medlar tansy and a flagon of
old Rhenish?

--Gadzooks! cried the last speaker. That likes me well. Pistachios!

--Aha! cried he of the pleasant countenance. A poor house and a bare
larderquotha! 'Tis a merry rogue.

So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom.

--Where is he? says Lenehan. Defrauding widows and orphans.

--Isn't that a factsays John Wysewhat I was telling the citizen about
Bloom and the Sinn Fein?

--That's sosays Martin. Or so they allege.

--Who made those allegations? says Alf.

--Isays Joe. I'm the alligator.

--And after allsays John Wysewhy can't a jew love his country like the
next fellow?

--Why not? says J. J.when he's quite sure which country it is.

--Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell
is he? says Ned. Or who is he? No offenceCrofton.

--Who is Junius? says J. J.

--We don't want himsays Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian.

--He's a perverted jewsays Martinfrom a place in Hungary and it was he
drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. We know that in
the castle.

--Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? says Jack Power.

--Not at allsays Martin. Only namesakes. His name was Viragthe
father's name that poisoned himself. He changed it by deedpollthe father
did.

--That's the new Messiah for Ireland! says the citizen. Island of saints
and sages!

--Wellthey're still waiting for their redeemersays Martin. For that
matter so are we.

--Yessays J. J.and every male that's born they think it may be their
Messiah. And every jew is in a tall state of excitementI believetill
he knows if he's a father or a mother.

--Expecting every moment will be his nextsays Lenehan.

--Oby Godsays Nedyou should have seen Bloom before that son of his
that died was born. I met him one day in the south city markets buying a
tin of Neave's food six weeks before the wife was delivered.


--EN VENTRE SA MEREsays J. J.

--Do you call that a man? says the citizen.

--I wonder did he ever put it out of sightsays Joe.

--Wellthere were two children born anyhowsays Jack Power.

--And who does he suspect? says the citizen.

Gobthere's many a true word spoken in jest. One of those mixed
middlings he is. Lying up in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a month
with headache like a totty with her courses. Do you know what I'm telling
you? It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like of that and
throw him in the bloody sea. Justifiable homicideso it would. Then
sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a
man. Give us your blessing. Not as much as would blind your eye.

--Charity to the neighboursays Martin. But where is he? We can't wait.

--A wolf in sheep's clothingsays the citizen. That's what he is. Virag
from Hungary! Ahasuerus I call him. Cursed by God.

--Have you time for a brief libationMartin? says Ned.

--Only onesays Martin. We must be quick. J. J. and S.

--YouJack? Crofton? Three half onesTerry.

--Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us
says the citizenafter allowing things like that to contaminate our
shores.

--Wellsays Martinrapping for his glass. God bless all here is my
prayer.

--Amensays the citizen.

--And I'm sure He willsays Joe.

And at the sound of the sacring bellheaded by a crucifer with acolytes
thurifersboatbearersreadersostiariideacons and subdeacons
the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors and guardians
and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of SpoletoCarthusians and
CamaldolesiCistercians and OlivetansOratorians and Vallombrosans
and the friars of AugustineBrigittinesPremonstratensiansServi
Trinitariansand the children of Peter Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel
mount the children of Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of
Avilacalced and other: and friarsbrown and greysons of poor Francis
capuchinscordeliersminimes and observants and the daughters of Clara:
and the sons of Dominicthe friars preachersand the sons of Vincent:
and the monks of S. Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the
confraternity of the christian brothers led by the reverend brother
Edmund Ignatius Rice. And after came all saints and martyrs
virgins and confessors: S. Cyr and S. Isidore Arator and S. James the
Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix
de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and

S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S.
Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi
and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S.
Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and
S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous
and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S.
Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and

Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S.
Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S.
Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S.
Fiacre and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of
Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of
holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John
Berchmans and the saints GervasiusServasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride
and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S.
Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and
Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S.
Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S.
Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the
Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica
and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. And all came with nimbi and
aureoles and gloriaebearing palms and harps and swords and olive
crownsin robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of their
efficaciesinkhornsarrowsloavescrusesfettersaxestrees
bridgesbabes in a bathtubshellswalletsshearskeysdragons
liliesbuckshotbeardshogslampsbellowsbeehivessoupladles
starssnakesanvilsboxes of vaselinebellscrutchesforceps
stags' hornswatertight bootshawksmillstoneseyes on a dishwax
candlesaspergillsunicorns. And as they wended their way by Nelson's
PillarHenry streetMary streetCapel streetLittle Britain street
chanting the introit in EPIPHANIA DOMINI which beginneth SURGE
ILLUMINARE and thereafter most sweetly the gradual OMNES which saith
DE SABA VENIENT they did divers wonders such as casting out devils
raising the dead to lifemultiplying fisheshealing the halt and the
blinddiscovering various articles which had been mislaidinterpreting
and fulfilling the scripturesblessing and prophesying. And lastbeneath
a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by
Malachi and Patrick. And when the good fathers had reached the appointed
placethe house of Bernard Kiernan and Colimited89 and 10 little
Britain streetwholesale grocerswine and brandy shipperslicensed fo
the sale of beerwine and spirits for consumption on the premisesthe
celebrant blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the
groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments
and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas
and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God
might bless that house as he had blessed the house of Abraham and Isaac
and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. And
entering he blessed the viands and the beverages and the company of all
the blessed answered his prayers.

--ADIUTORIUM NOSTRUM IN NOMINE DOMINI.

--QUI FECIT COELUM ET TERRAM.

--DOMINUS VOBISCUM.

--ET CUM SPIRITU TUO.

And he laid his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he
prayed and they all with him prayed:

--DEUSCUIUS VERBO SANCTIFICANTUR OMNIABENEDICTIONEM TUAM EFFUNDE SUPER
CREATURAS ISTAS: ET PRAESTA UT QUISQUIS EIS SECUNDUM LEGEM ET VOLUNTATEM
TUAM CUM GRATIARUM ACTIONE USUS FUERIT PER INVOCATIONEM SANCTISSIMI
NOMINIS TUI CORPORIS SANITATEM ET ANIMAE TUTELAM TE AUCTORE PERCIPIAT PER
CHRISTUM DOMINUM NOSTRUM.

--And so say all of ussays Jack.

--Thousand a yearLambertsays Crofton or Crawford.


--Rightsays Nedtaking up his John Jameson. And butter for fish.

I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike
when be damned but in he comes again letting on to be in a hell of a
hurry.

--I was just round at the courthousesays helooking for you. I hope I'm
not ...

--Nosays Martinwe're ready.

Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver.
Mean bloody scut. Stand us a drink itself. Devil a sweet fear! There's
a jew for you! All for number one. Cute as a shithouse rat. Hundred to
five.

--Don't tell anyonesays the citizen

--Beg your pardonsays he.

--Come on boyssays Martinseeing it was looking blue. Come along now.

--Don't tell anyonesays the citizenletting a bawl out of him. It's a
secret.

And the bloody dog woke up and let a growl.

--Bye bye allsays Martin.

And he got them out as quick as he couldJack Power and Crofton or
whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be all
at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car.

---Off with yousays

Martin to the jarvey.

The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane andrising in the golden poop
the helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward
with all sail setthe spinnaker to larboard. A many comely nymphs drew
nigh to starboard and to larboard andclinging to the sides of the noble
barkthey linked their shining forms as doth the cunning wheelwright when
he fashions about the heart of his wheel the equidistant rays whereof each
one is sister to another and he binds them all with an outer ring and
giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they ride to a hosting or contend
for the smile of ladies fair. Even so did they come and set themthose
willing nymphsthe undying sisters. And they laughedsporting in a
circle of their foam: and the bark clave the waves.

But begob I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw the
citizen getting up to waddle to the doorpuffing and blowing with the
dropsyand he cursing the curse of Cromwell on himbellbook and candle
in Irishspitting and spatting out of him and Joe and little Alf round
him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him.

--Let me alonesays he.

And begob he got as far as the door and they holding him and he
bawls out of him:

--Three cheers for Israel!

Arrahsit down on the parliamentary side of your arse for Christ'


sake and don't be making a public exhibition of yourself. Jesusthere's
always some bloody clown or other kicking up a bloody murder about
bloody nothing. Gobit'd turn the porter sour in your gutsso it would.

And all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door and Martin
telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen bawling and Alf and
Joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and the
loafers calling for a speech and Jack Power trying to get him to sit down
on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over his eye
starts singing IF THE MAN IN THE MOON WAS A JEWJEWJEW and a slut
shouts out of her:

--Ehmister! Your fly is openmister!

And says he:

--Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.
And the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.

--He had no fathersays Martin. That'll do now. Drive ahead.

--Whose God? says the citizen.

--Wellhis uncle was a jewsays he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a jew
like me.

Gobthe citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

--By Jesussays heI'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy
name.

By JesusI'll crucify him so I will. Give us that biscuitbox here.

--Stop! Stop! says Joe.

A large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances from
the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid
farewell to Nagyasagos uram Lipoti Viraglate of Messrs Alexander
Thom'sprinters to His Majestyon the occasion of his departure for the
distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas (Meadow of
Murmuring Waters). The ceremony which went off with great ECLAT was
characterised by the most affecting cordiality. An illuminated scroll of
ancient Irish vellumthe work of Irish artistswas presented to the
distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the
community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver caskettastefully
executed in the style of ancient Celtic ornamenta work which reflects
every credit on the makersMessrs Jacob AGUS Jacob. The departing guest
was the recipient of a hearty ovationmany of those who were present
being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the
wellknown strains of COME BACK TO ERINfollowed immediately by RAKOCZSY'S
MARCH. Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four
seas on the summits of the Hill of HowthThree Rock MountainSugarloaf
Bray Headthe mountains of Mournethe Galteesthe Ox and Donegal and
Sperrin peaksthe Nagles and the Bograghsthe Connemara hillsthe reeks
of M GillicuddySlieve AughtySlieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. Amid
cheers that rent the welkinresponded to by answering cheers from a big
muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hillsthe
mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral
tribute from the representatives of the fair sex who were present in large
numbers whileas it proceeded down the riverescorted by a flotilla of
bargesthe flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in
salute as were also those of the electrical power station at the
Pigeonhouse and the Poolbeg Light. VISSZONTLATASRAKEDVES BARATON!
VISSZONTLATASRA! Gone but not forgotten.


Gobthe devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin
anyhow and out with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he
shouting like a stuck pigas good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal
theatre:

--Where is he till I murder him?

And Ned and J. J. paralysed with the laughing.

--Bloody warssays II'll be in for the last gospel.

But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag's head round the
other way and off with him.

--Hold oncitizensays Joe. Stop!

Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. Mercy of God the sun
was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead. Gobhe near sent it
into the county Longford. The bloody nag took fright and the old mongrel
after the car like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and laughing
and the old tinbox clattering along the street.

The catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect. The
observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocksall of the fifth
grade of Mercalli's scaleand there is no record extant of a similar
seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534the
year of the rebellion of Silken Thomas. The epicentre appears to have
been that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay
ward and parish of Saint Michan covering a surface of fortyone acres
two roods and one square pole or perch. All the lordly residences in
the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble
edifice itselfin which at the time of the catastrophe important
legal debates were in progressis literally a mass of ruins beneath
which it is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive.
From the reports of eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves
were accompanied by a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic
character. An article of headgear since ascertained to belong to the much
respected clerk of the crown and peace Mr George Fottrell and a silk
umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initialscrestcoat of arms
and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter
sessions sir Frederick Falkinerrecorder of Dublinhave been discovered
by search parties in remote parts of the island respectivelythe former
on the third basaltic ridge of the giant's causewaythe latter embedded
to the extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen
bay near the old head of Kinsale. Other eyewitnesses depose that they
observed an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through
the atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed
southwest by west. Messages of condolence and sympathy are being
hourly received from all parts of the different continents and the
sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a
special MISSA PRO DEFUNCTIS shall be celebrated simultaneously by
the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the episcopal
dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy See in suffrage of
the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called
away from our midst. The work of salvageremoval of DEBRIShuman remains
etc has been entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade and Son159 Great
Brunswick streetand Messrs T. and C. Martin777879 and 80 North
Wallassisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light
infantry under the general supervision of H. R. H.rear admiralthe
right honourable sir Hercules Hannibal Habeas Corpus AndersonK. G.

K. P.K. T.P. C.K. C. B.M. PJ. P.M. B.D. S. O.S. O. D.
M. F. H.M. R. I. A.B. L.Mus. Doc.P. L. G.F. T. C. D.
F. R. U. I.F. R. C. P. I. and F. R. C. S. I.

You never saw the like of it in all your born puff. Gobif he got that
lottery ticket on the side of his poll he'd remember the gold cup
he would sobut begob the citizen would have been lagged for assault
and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. The jarvey saved his life
by furious driving as sure as God made Moses. What? OJesushe did.
And he let a volley of oaths after him.

--Did I kill himsays heor what?

And he shouting to the bloody dog:

--After himGarry! After himboy!

And the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old
sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his
lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb.
Hundred to five! Jesushe took the value of it out of himI promise you.

Whenlothere came about them all a great brightness and they
beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld
Him in the chariotclothed upon in the glory of the brightnesshaving
raiment as of the sunfair as the moon and terrible that for awe they
durst not look upon Him. And there came a voice out of heavencalling:
ELIJAH! ELIJAH! And He answered with a main cry: ABBA! ADONAI! And they
beheld Him even Himben Bloom Elijahamid clouds of angels ascend
to the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over
Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel.

* * * * * * *

The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious
embrace. Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of all
too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strandon the proud
promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters of the bayon
the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore andlast but not leaston the
quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the
voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the
stormtossed heart of manMarystar of the sea.

The three girl friends were seated on the rocksenjoying the evening
scene and the air which was fresh but not too chilly. Many a time and oft
were they wont to come there to that favourite nook to have a cosy chat
beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminineCissy Caffrey and
Edy Boardman with the baby in the pushcar and Tommy and Jacky
Caffreytwo little curlyheaded boysdressed in sailor suits with caps to
match and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. For Tommy and
Jacky Caffrey were twinsscarce four years old and very noisy and spoiled
twins sometimes but for all that darling little fellows with bright merry
faces and endearing ways about them. They were dabbling in the sand with
their spades and bucketsbuilding castles as children door playing with
their big coloured ballhappy as the day was long. And Edy Boardman was
rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the pushcar while that young
gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. He was but eleven months and nine
days old andthough still a tiny toddlerwas just beginning to lisp his
first babyish words. Cissy Caffrey bent over to him to tease his fat
little plucks and the dainty dimple in his chin.

--NowbabyCissy Caffrey said. Say out bigbig. I want a drink of
water.

And baby prattled after her:


--A jink a jink a jawbo.

Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was awfully fond of children
so patient with little sufferers and Tommy Caffrey could never be got to
take his castor oil unless it was Cissy Caffrey that held his nose and
promised him the scatty heel of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup
on. What a persuasive power that girl had! But to be sure baby Boardman
was as good as golda perfect little dote in his new fancy bib. None of
your spoilt beautiesFlora MacFlimsy sortwas Cissy Caffrey.
A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of lifealways with a laugh in
her gipsylike eyes and a frolicsome word on her cherryripe red lipsa
girl lovable in the extreme. And Edy Boardman laughed too at the quaint
language of little brother.

But just then there was a slight altercation between Master Tommy
and Master Jacky. Boys will be boys and our two twins were no exception
to this golden rule. The apple of discord was a certain castle of sand
which Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy would have it right go wrong
that it was to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the
Martello tower had. But if Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was
selfwilled too andtrue to the maxim that every little Irishman's house
is his castlehe fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the
wouldbe assailant came to grief and (alas to relate!) the coveted castle
too. Needless to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy drew the
attention of the girl friends.

--Come hereTommyhis sister called imperatively. At once! And you
Jackyfor shame to throw poor Tommy in the dirty sand. Wait till I catch
you for that.

His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy came at her call for
their big sister's word was law with the twins. And in a sad plight he was
too after his misadventure. His little man-o'-war top and unmentionables
were full of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the art of smoothing
over life's tiny troubles and very quickly not one speck of sand was
to be seen on his smart little suit. Still the blue eyes were glistening
with hot tears that would well up so she kissed away the hurtness and
shook her hand at Master Jacky the culprit and said if she was near
him she wouldn't be far from himher eyes dancing in admonition.

--Nasty bold Jacky! she cried.

She put an arm round the little mariner and coaxed winningly:

--What's your name? Butter and cream?

--Tell us who is your sweetheartspoke Edy Boardman. Is Cissy your
sweetheart?

--Naotearful Tommy said.

--Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Cissy queried.

--NaoTommy said.

--I knowEdy Boardman said none too amiably with an arch glance from
her shortsighted eyes. I know who is Tommy's sweetheart. Gerty is
Tommy's sweetheart.

--NaoTommy said on the verge of tears.

Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was amiss and she whispered
to Edy Boardman to take him there behind the pushcar where the


gentleman couldn't see and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes.

But who was Gerty?

Gerty MacDowell who was seated near her companionslost in
thoughtgazing far away into the distance wasin very truthas fair a
specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see. She was
pronounced beautiful by all who knew her thoughas folks often saidshe
was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Her figure was slight and graceful
inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had been taking of
late had done her a world of good much better than the Widow Welch's
female pills and she was much better of those discharges she used to get
and that tired feeling. The waxen pallor of her face was almost spiritual
in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a genuine Cupid's
bowGreekly perfect. Her hands were of finely veined alabaster
with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen of ointments
could make them though it was not true that she used to wear kid gloves
in bed or take a milk footbath either. Bertha Supple told that once
to Edy Boardmana deliberate liewhen she was black out at daggers
drawn with Gerty (the girl chums had of course their little tiffs
from time to time like the rest of mortals) and she told her not to
let on whatever she did that it was her that told her or she'd never
speak to her again. No. Honour where honour is due. There was an
innate refinementa languid queenly HAUTEUR about Gerty which
was unmistakably evidenced in her delicate hands and higharched instep.
Had kind fate but willed her to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in
her own right and had she only received the benefit of a good education
Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the
land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her brow and
patrician suitors at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs
to her. Mayhap it was thisthe love that might have beenthat lent to
her softlyfeatured face at whiles a looktense with suppressed meaning
that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the beautiful eyesa charm
few could resist. Why have women such eyes of witchery? Gerty's were of
the bluest Irish blueset off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive
brows. Time was when those brows were not so silkily seductive. It was
Madame Vera Veritydirectress of the Woman Beautiful page of the Princess
Novelettewho had first advised her to try eyebrowleine which gave that
haunting expression to the eyesso becoming in leaders of fashionand
she had never regretted it. Then there was blushing scientifically cured
and how to be tall increase your height and you have a beautiful face but
your nose? That would suit Mrs Dignam because she had a button one. But
Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair. It was dark brown
with a natural wave in it. She had cut it that very morning on account
of the new moon and it nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of
luxuriant clusters and pared her nails tooThursday for wealth. And just
now at Edy's words as a telltale flushdelicate as the faintest
rosebloomcrept into her cheeks she looked so lovely in her sweet girlish
shyness that of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not hold
her equal.

For an instant she was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. She was
about to retort but something checked the words on her tongue. Inclination
prompted her to speak out: dignity told her to be silent. The pretty lips
pouted awhile but then she glanced up and broke out into a joyous little
laugh which had in it all the freshness of a young May morning. She knew
right wellno-one betterwhat made squinty Edy say that because of him
cooling in his attentions when it was simply a lovers' quarrel. As per
usual somebody's nose was out of joint about the boy that had the bicycle
off the London bridge road always riding up and down in front of her
window. Only now his father kept him in in the evenings studying
hard to get an exhibition in the intermediate that was on and he was
going to go to Trinity college to study for a doctor when he left
the high school like his brother W. E. Wylie who was racing in the


bicycle races in Trinity college university. Little recked he perhaps
for what she feltthat dull aching void in her heart sometimes
piercing to the core. Yet he was young and perchance he might
learn to love her in time. They were protestants in his family
and of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed
Virgin and then Saint Joseph. But he was undeniably handsome with an
exquisite nose and he was what he lookedevery inch a gentlemanthe
shape of his head too at the back without his cap on that she would know
anywhere something off the common and the way he turned the bicycle at
the lamp with his hands off the bars and also the nice perfume of those
good cigarettes and besides they were both of a size too he and she and
that was why Edy Boardman thought she was so frightfully clever because
he didn't go and ride up and down in front of her bit of a garden.

Gerty was dressed simply but with the instinctive taste of a votary of
Dame Fashion for she felt that there was just a might that he might be
out. A neat blouse of electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes (because it
was expected in the LADY'S PICTORIAL that electric blue would be worn)
with a smart vee opening down to the division and kerchief pocket
(in which she always kept a piece of cottonwool scented with her
favourite perfume because the handkerchief spoiled the sit) and a
navy threequarter skirt cut to the stride showed off her slim graceful
figure to perfection. She wore a coquettish little love of a hat of
wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an underbrim of eggblue
chenille and at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. All Tuesday
week afternoon she was hunting to match that chenille but at last
she found what she wanted at Clery's summer salesthe very itslightly
shopsoiled but you would never noticeseven fingers two and a penny. She
did it up all by herself and what joy was hers when she tried it on then
smiling at the lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to her!
And when she put it on the waterjug to keep the shape she knew that that
would take the shine out of some people she knew. Her shoes were the
newest thing in footwear (Edy Boardman prided herself that she was very
PETITE but she never had a foot like Gerty MacDowella fiveand never
would ashoak or elm) with patent toecaps and just one smart buckle over
her higharched instep. Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect
proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more of
her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide
garter tops. As for undies they were Gerty's chief care and who that knows
the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen (though Gerty would
never see seventeen again) can find it in his heart to blame her? She had
four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitcherythree garments and
nighties extraand each set slotted with different coloured ribbons
rosepinkpale bluemauve and peagreenand she aired them herself
and blued them when they came home from the wash and ironed them
and she had a brickbat to keep the iron on because she wouldn't trust
those washerwomen as far as she'd see them scorching the things.
She was wearing the blue for luckhoping against hopeher own
colour and lucky too for a bride to have a bit of blue somewhere
on her because the green she wore that day week brought grief because
his father brought him in to study for the intermediate exhibition
and because she thought perhaps he might be out because when she was
dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the old pair on her inside out
and that was for luck and lovers' meeting if you put those things on
inside out or if they got untied that he was thinking about you so long
as it wasn't of a Friday.

And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is
there all the time. Her very soul is in her eyes and she would give worlds
to be in the privacy of her own familiar chamber wheregiving way to
tearsshe could have a good cry and relieve her pentup feelingsthough not
too much because she knew how to cry nicely before the mirror. You are
lovelyGertyit said. The paly light of evening falls upon a face
infinitely sad and wistful. Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. Yesshe had


known from the very first that her daydream of a marriage has been
arranged and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie T. C. D.
(because the one who married the elder brother would be Mrs Wylie) and in
the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing a sumptuous
confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not to be. He was
too young to understand. He would not believe in lovea woman's
birthright. The night of the party long ago in Stoer's (he was still in
short trousers) when they were alone and he stole an arm round her waist
she went white to the very lips. He called her little one in a strangely
husky voice and snatched a half kiss (the first!) but it was only the end
of her nose and then he hastened from the room with a remark about
refreshments. Impetuous fellow! Strength of character had never been Reggy
Wylie's strong point and he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell must be
a man among men. But waitingalways waiting to be asked and it was leap
year too and would soon be over. No prince charming is her beau ideal to
lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet but rather a manly man with a
strong quiet face who had not found his idealperhaps his hair slightly
flecked with greyand who would understandtake her in his sheltering
armsstrain her to him in all the strength of his deep passionate nature
and comfort her with a long long kiss. It would be like heaven. For such
a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. With all the heart of her she
longs to be his onlyhis affianced bride for riches for poorin sickness
in healthtill death us two partfrom this to this day forward.

And while Edy Boardman was with little Tommy behind the pushcar she was
just thinking would the day ever come when she could call herself his
little wife to be. Then they could talk about her till they went blue in
the faceBertha Supple tooand Edylittle spitfirebecause she would
be twentytwo in November. She would care for him with creature comforts
too for Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that
feeling of hominess. Her griddlecakes done to a goldenbrown hue and
queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from
all because she had a lucky hand also for lighting a firedredge in the
fine selfraising flour and always stir in the same directionthen cream
the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of eggs though she didn't like
the eating part when there were any people that made her shy and often she
wondered why you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and
they would have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and
engravings and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog
Garryowen that almost talked it was so human and chintz covers for the
chairs and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they
have in rich houses. He would be tall with broad shoulders (she had always
admired tall men for a husband) with glistening white teeth under his
carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and they would go on the continent
for their honeymoon (three wonderful weeks!) and thenwhen they settled
down in a nice snug and cosy little homely houseevery morning they
would both have brekkysimple but perfectly servedfor their own two
selves and before he went out to business he would give his dear little
wifey a good hearty hug and gaze for a moment deep down into her eyes.

Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he done and he said yes so
then she buttoned up his little knickerbockers for him and told him to run
off and play with Jacky and to be good now and not to fight. But Tommy
said he wanted the ball and Edy told him no that baby was playing with the
ball and if he took it there'd be wigs on the green but Tommy said it was
his ball and he wanted his ball and he pranced on the groundif you
please. The temper of him! Ohe was a man already was little Tommy
Caffrey since he was out of pinnies. Edy told him nono and to be off now
with him and she told Cissy Caffrey not to give in to him.

--You're not my sisternaughty Tommy said. It's my ball.

But Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to look uplook up high at her
finger and she snatched the ball quickly and threw it along the sand and


Tommy after it in full careerhaving won the day.

--Anything for a quiet lifelaughed Ciss.

And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make him forget and played here's
the lord mayorhere's his two horseshere's his gingerbread carriage
and here he walks inchinchopperchinchopperchinchopper chin. But Edy
got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that from
everyone always petting him.

--I'd like to give him somethingshe saidso I wouldwhere I won't say.

--On the beeoteetomlaughed Cissy merrily.

Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and crimsoned at the idea of Cissy
saying an unladylike thing like that out loud she'd be ashamed of her
life to sayflushing a deep rosy redand Edy Boardman said she was sure
the gentleman opposite heard what she said. But not a pin cared Ciss.

--Let him! she said with a pert toss of her head and a piquant tilt of her
nose. Give it to him too on the same place as quick as I'd look at him.

Madcap Ciss with her golliwog curls. You had to laugh at her
sometimes. For instance when she asked you would you have some more
Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and when she drew the jugs too and the men's
faces on her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she
wanted to go where you know she said she wanted to run and pay a visit to
the Miss White. That was just like Cissycums. Oand will you ever forget
her the evening she dressed up in her father's suit and hat and the burned
cork moustache and walked down Tritonville roadsmoking a cigarette.
There was none to come up to her for fun. But she was sincerity itself
one of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever madenot one of your
twofaced thingstoo sweet to be wholesome.

And then there came out upon the air the sound of voices and the
pealing anthem of the organ. It was the men's temperance retreat conducted
by the missionerthe reverend John Hughes S. J.rosarysermon and
benediction of the Most Blessed Sacrament. They were there gathered
together without distinction of social class (and a most edifying
spectacle it was to see) in that simple fane beside the waves
after the storms of this weary worldkneeling before the feet of
the immaculatereciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto
beseeching her to intercede for themthe old familiar words
holy Maryholy virgin of virgins. How sad to poor Gerty's ears!
Had her father only avoided the clutches of the demon drinkby
taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's
Weeklyshe might now be rolling in her carriagesecond to none. Over and
over had she told herself that as she mused by the dying embers in a brown
study without the lamp because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing
out of the window dreamily by the hour at the rain falling on the rusty
bucketthinking. But that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths
and homes had cist its shadow over her childhood days. Nayshe had even
witnessed in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and
had seen her own fathera prey to the fumes of intoxicationforget
himself completely for if there was one thing of all things that Gerty
knew it was that the man who lifts his hand to a woman save in the way of
kindnessdeserves to be branded as the lowest of the low.

And still the voices sang in supplication to the Virgin most powerful
Virgin most merciful. And Gertyrapt in thoughtscarce saw or heard her
companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman off
Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey called the man that was so like
himself passing along the strand taking a short walk. You never saw him
any way screwed but still and for all that she would not like him for a


father because he was too old or something or on account of his face (it
was a palpable case of Doctor Fell) or his carbuncly nose with the pimples
on it and his sandy moustache a bit white under his nose. Poor father!
With all his faults she loved him still when he sang TELL MEMARYHOW TO
WOO THEE or MY LOVE AND COTTAGE NEAR ROCHELLE and they had stewed cockles
and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when he sang THE
MOON HATH RAISED with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buriedGod
have mercy on himfrom a stroke. Her mother's birthday that was and
Charley was home on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam and Mrs and
Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they were to have had a group taken.
No-one would have thought the end was so near. Now he was laid to rest.
And her mother said to him to let that be a warning to him for the rest of
his days and he couldn't even go to the funeral on account of the gout and
she had to go into town to bring him the letters and samples from his
office about Catesby's cork linoartisticstandard designsfit for a
palacegives tiptop wear and always bright and cheery in the home.

A sterling good daughter was Gerty just like a second mother in the house
a ministering angel too with a little heart worth its weight in gold.
And when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was it
rubbed the menthol cone on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't like
her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single thing
they ever had words abouttaking snuff. Everyone thought the world of her
for her gentle ways. It was Gerty who turned off the gas at the main every
night and it was Gerty who tacked up on the wall of that place where she
never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's
christmas almanacthe picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman in
the costume they used to wear then with a threecornered hat was offering a
bunch of flowers to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice
window. You could see there was a story behind it. The colours were done
something lovely. She was in a soft clinging white in a studied attitude
and the gentleman was in chocolate and he looked a thorough aristocrat.
She often looked at them dreamily when she went there for a certain
purpose and felt her own arms that were white and soft just like hers with
the sleeves back and thought about those times because she had found out
in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap
about the halcyon days what they meant.

The twins were now playing in the most approved brotherly fashion till at
last Master Jacky who was really as bold as brass there was no getting
behind that deliberately kicked the ball as hard as ever he could down
towards the seaweedy rocks. Needless to say poor Tommy was not slow to
voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was sitting there
by himself came gallantly to the rescue and intercepted the ball. Our two
champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to avoid trouble
Cissy Caffrey called to the gentleman to throw it to her please. The
gentleman aimed the ball once or twice and then threw it up the strand
towards Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down the slope and stopped right under
Gerty's skirt near the little pool by the rock. The twins clamoured again
for it and Cissy told her to kick it away and let them fight for it so
Gerty drew back her foot but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come
rolling down to her and she gave a kick but she missed and Edy and Cissy
laughed.

--If you fail try againEdy Boardman said.

Gerty smiled assent and bit her lip. A delicate pink crept into her
pretty cheek but she was determined to let them see so she just lifted her
skirt a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball a jolly
good kick and it went ever so far and the two twins after it down towards
the shingle. Pure jealousy of course it was nothing else to draw attention
on account of the gentleman opposite looking. She felt the warm flusha
danger signal always with Gerty MacDowellsurging and flaming into her
cheeks. Till then they had only exchanged glances of the most casual but


now under the brim of her new hat she ventured a look at him and the face
that met her gaze there in the twilightwan and strangely drawnseemed
to her the saddest she had ever seen.

Through the open window of the church the fragrant incense was wafted and
with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of
original sinspiritual vesselpray for ushonourable vesselpray for
usvessel of singular devotionpray for usmystical rose. And careworn
hearts were there and toilers for their daily bread and many who had erred
and wanderedtheir eyes wet with contrition but for all that bright with
hope for the reverend father Father Hughes had told them what the great
saint Bernard said in his famous prayer of Marythe most pious Virgin's
intercessory power that it was not recorded in any age that those who
implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her.

The twins were now playing again right merrily for the troubles of
childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. Cissy Caffrey played with
baby Boardman till he crowed with gleeclapping baby hands in air. Peep
she cried behind the hood of the pushcar and Edy asked where was Cissy
gone and then Cissy popped up her head and cried ah! andmy word
didn't the little chap enjoy that! And then she told him to say papa.

--Say papababy. Say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa.

And baby did his level best to say it for he was very intelligent for
eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the picture of health
a perfect little bunch of loveand he would certainly turn out to be
something greatthey said.

--Haja ja ja haja.

Cissy wiped his little mouth with the dribbling bib and wanted him to sit
up properly and say pa pa pa but when she undid the strap she cried out
holy saint Denisthat he was possing wet and to double the half blanket
the other way under him. Of course his infant majesty was most
obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he let everyone know it:

--Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa.

And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. It was all no
use soothering him with nononobabyno and telling him about the
geegee and where was the puffpuff but Cissalways readywittedgave him
in his mouth the teat of the suckingbottle and the young heathen was
quickly appeased.

Gerty wished to goodness they would take their squalling baby home out of
that and not get on her nervesno hour to be outand the little brats
of twins. She gazed out towards the distant sea. It was like the paintings
that man used to do on the pavement with all the coloured chalks and such
a pity too leaving them there to be all blotted outthe evening and the
clouds coming out and the Bailey light on Howth and to hear the music like
that and the perfume of those incense they burned in the church like a
kind of waft. And while she gazed her heart went pitapat. Yesit was her
he was looking atand there was meaning in his look. His eyes burned into
her as though they would search her through and throughread her very
soul. Wonderful eyes they weresuperbly expressivebut could you trust
them? People were so queer. She could see at once by his dark eyes and his
pale intellectual face that he was a foreignerthe image of the photo she
had of Martin Harveythe matinee idolonly for the moustache which she
preferred because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that
wanted they two to always dress the same on account of a play but she
could not see whether he had an aquiline nose or a slightly RETROUSSE from
where he was sitting. He was in deep mourningshe could see thatand the
story of a haunting sorrow was written on his face. She would have given


worlds to know what it was. He was looking up so intentlyso stilland
he saw her kick the ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles
of her shoes if she swung them like that thoughtfully with the toes down.
She was glad that something told her to put on the transparent stockings
thinking Reggy Wylie might be out but that was far away. Here was that of
which she had so often dreamed. It was he who mattered and there was joy
on her face because she wanted him because she felt instinctively that he
was like no-one else. The very heart of the girlwoman went out to himher
dreamhusbandbecause she knew on the instant it was him. If he had
sufferedmore sinned against than sinningor evenevenif he had been
himself a sinnera wicked manshe cared not. Even if he was a protestant
or methodist she could convert him easily if he truly loved her. There
were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm. She was a womanly woman
not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had knownthose cyclists
showing off what they hadn't got and she just yearned to know allto
forgive all if she could make him fall in love with hermake him forget
the memory of the past. Then mayhap he would embrace her gentlylike a
real mancrushing her soft body to himand love herhis ownest girlie
for herself alone.

Refuge of sinners. Comfortress of the afflicted. ORA PRO NOBIS. Well
has it been said that whosoever prays to her with faith and constancy can
never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she too a haven of refuge for the
afflicted because of the seven dolours which transpierced her own heart.
Gerty could picture the whole scene in the churchthe stained glass
windows lighted upthe candlesthe flowers and the blue banners of the
blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon at
the altarcarrying things in and out with his eyes cast down. He looked
almost a saint and his confessionbox was so quiet and clean and dark and
his hands were just like white wax and if ever she became a Dominican nun
in their white habit perhaps he might come to the convent for the novena
of Saint Dominic. He told her that time when she told him about that in
confessioncrimsoning up to the roots of her hair for fear he could see
not to be troubled because that was only the voice of nature and we were
all subject to nature's lawshe saidin this life and that that was no
sin because that came from the nature of woman instituted by Godhe said
and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to the archangel Gabriel be it done
unto me according to Thy Word. He was so kind and holy and often and often
she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered
floral design for him as a present or a clock but they had a clock she
noticed on the mantelpiece white and gold with a canarybird that came out
of a little house to tell the time the day she went there about the
flowers for the forty hours' adoration because it was hard to know what
sort of a present to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of
Dublin or some place.

The exasperating little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky
threw the ball out towards the sea and they both ran after it. Little
monkeys common as ditchwater. Someone ought to take them and give them
a good hiding for themselves to keep them in their placesthe both of
them. And Cissy and Edy shouted after them to come back because they
were afraid the tide might come in on them and be drowned.

--Jacky! Tommy!

Not they! What a great notion they had! So Cissy said it was the very
last time she'd ever bring them out. She jumped up and called them and she
ran down the slope past himtossing her hair behind her which had a good
enough colour if there had been more of it but with all the thingamerry
she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it to grow long because it
wasn't natural so she could just go and throw her hat at it. She ran
with long gandery strides it was a wonder she didn't rip up her skirt at
the side that was too tight on her because there was a lot of the tomboy
about Cissy Caffrey and she was a forward piece whenever she thought


she had a good opportunity to show and just because she was a good runner
she ran like that so that he could see all the end of her petticoat
running and her skinny shanks up as far as possible. It would have
served her just right if she had tripped up over something accidentally
on purpose with her high crooked French heels on her to make her look
tall and got a fine tumble. TABLEAU! That would have been a very charming
expose for a gentleman like that to witness.

Queen of angelsqueen of patriarchsqueen of prophetsof all saints
they prayedqueen of the most holy rosary and then Father Conroy handed
the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon and he put in the incense and censed the
Blessed Sacrament and Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she was
itching to give them a ringing good clip on the ear but she didn't because
she thought he might be watching but she never made a bigger mistake in
all her life because Gerty could see without looking that he never
took his eyes off of her and then Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible
back to Father Conroy and knelt down looking up at the Blessed Sacrament
and the choir began to sing the TANTUM ERGO and she just swung her foot
in and out in time as the music rose and fell to the TANTUMER GOSA
CRAMEN TUM. Three and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's
of George's street on the Tuesdayno the Monday before Easter and there
wasn't a brack on them and that was what he was looking attransparent
and not at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form
(the cheek of her!) because he had eyes in his head to see the difference
for himself.

Cissy came up along the strand with the two twins and their ball with
her hat anyhow on her to one side after her run and she did look a streel
tugging the two kids along with the flimsy blouse she bought only a
fortnight before like a rag on her back and a bit of her petticoat hanging
like a caricature. Gerty just took off her hat for a moment to settle her
hair and a prettiera daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on
a girl's shoulders--a radiant little visionin soothalmost maddening in
its sweetness. You would have to travel many a long mile before you found
a head of hair the like of that. She could almost see the swift answering
flash of admiration in his eyes that set her tingling in every nerve.
She put on her hat so that she could see from underneath the brim and
swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath caught as she caught the
expression in his eyes. He was eying her as a snake eyes its prey. Her
woman's instinct told her that she had raised the devil in him and at the
thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely colour
of her face became a glorious rose.

Edy Boardman was noticing it too because she was squinting at Gerty
half smilingwith her specs like an old maidpretending to nurse the
baby. Irritable little gnat she was and always would be and that was why
no-one could get on with her poking her nose into what was no concern of
hers. And she said to Gerty:

--A penny for your thoughts.

--What? replied Gerty with a smile reinforced by the whitest of teeth.
I was only wondering was it late.

Because she wished to goodness they'd take the snottynosed twins and their
babby home to the mischief out of that so that was why she just gave a
gentle hint about its being late. And when Cissy came up Edy asked her the
time and Miss Cissyas glib as you likesaid it was half past kissing
timetime to kiss again. But Edy wanted to know because they were told to
be in early.

--Waitsaid CissyI'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time
by his conundrum.


So over she went and when he saw her coming she could see him take his
hand out of his pocketgetting nervousand beginning to play with his
watchchainlooking up at the church. Passionate nature though he was
Gerty could see that he had enormous control over himself. One moment he
had been therefascinated by a loveliness that made him gazeand the
next moment it was the quiet gravefaced gentlemanselfcontrol expressed
in every line of his distinguishedlooking figure.

Cissy said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the
right time and Gerty could see him taking out his watchlistening to it
and looking up and clearing his throat and he said he was very sorry his
watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the sun
was set. His voice had a cultured ring in it and though he spoke in
measured accents there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones.
Cissy said thanks and came back with her tongue out and said uncle said
his waterworks were out of order.

Then they sang the second verse of the TANTUM ERGO and Canon
O'Hanlon got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament and knelt down and
he told Father Conroy that one of the candles was just going to set fire
to the flowers and Father Conroy got up and settled it all right and she
could see the gentleman winding his watch and listening to the works and
she swung her leg more in and out in time. It was getting darker but he
could see and he was looking all the time that he was winding the watch or
whatever he was doing to it and then he put it back and put his hands back
into his pockets. She felt a kind of a sensation rushing all over her and
she knew by the feel of her scalp and that irritation against her stays
that that thing must be coming on because the last time too was when she
clipped her hair on account of the moon. His dark eyes fixed themselves
on her again drinking in her every contourliterally worshipping at her
shrine. If ever there was undisguised admiration in a man's passionate
gaze it was there plain to be seen on that man's face. It is for you
Gertrude MacDowelland you know it.

Edy began to get ready to go and it was high time for her and Gerty
noticed that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect because
it was a long way along the strand to where there was the place to push up
the pushcar and Cissy took off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to
make herself attractive of course and Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his
cope poking up at his neck and Father Conroy handed him the card to read
off and he read out PANEM DE COELO PRAESTITISTI EIS and Edy and Cissy were
talking about the time all the time and asking her but Gerty could pay
them back in their own coin and she just answered with scathing politeness
when Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her best boy throwing her
over. Gerty winced sharply. A brief cold blaze shone from her eyes that
spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. It hurt--O yesit cut deep because
Edy had her own quiet way of saying things like that she knew would wound
like the confounded little cat she was. Gerty's lips parted swiftly to
frame the word but she fought back the sob that rose to her throat
so slimso flawlessso beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist
might have dreamed of. She had loved him better than he knew.
Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would never
understand what he had meant to her and for an instant there was
in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears. Their eyes were
probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in
sympathy as she glanced at her new conquest for them to see.

--Oresponded Gertyquick as lightninglaughingand the proud head
flashed up. I can throw my cap at who I like because it's leap year.

Her words rang out crystalclearmore musical than the cooing of the
ringdovebut they cut the silence icily. There was that in her young
voice that told that she was not a one to be lightly trifled with.
As for Mr Reggy with his swank and his bit of money she could just


chuck him aside as if he was so much filth and never again would she
cast as much as a second thought on him and tear his silly postcard
into a dozen pieces. And if ever after he dared to presume she
could give him one look of measured scorn that would make him
shrivel up on the spot. Miss puny little Edy's countenance fell to
no slight extent and Gerty could see by her looking as black as
thunder that she was simply in a towering rage though she hid itthe
little kinnattbecause that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy
and they both knew that she was something aloofapartin another sphere
that she was not of them and never would be and there was somebody else
too that knew it and saw it so they could put that in their pipe
and smoke it.

Edy straightened up baby Boardman to get ready to go and Cissy
tucked in the ball and the spades and buckets and it was high time too
because the sandman was on his way for Master Boardman junior. And
Cissy told him too that billy winks was coming and that baby was to go
deedaw and baby looked just too duckylaughing up out of his gleeful
eyesand Cissy poked him like that out of fun in his wee fat tummy and
babywithout as much as by your leavesent up his compliments to all
and sundry on to his brandnew dribbling bib.

--O my! Puddeny pie! protested Ciss. He has his bib destroyed.

The slight CONTRETEMPS claimed her attention but in two twos she set
that little matter to rights.

Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and
Edy asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was
flying but she was ever ladylike in her deportment so she simply passed it
off with consummate tact by saying that that was the benediction because
just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet seashore
because Canon O'Hanlon was up on the altar with the veil that Father
Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the Blessed
Sacrament in his hands.

How moving the scene there in the gathering twilightthe last glimpse of
Erinthe touching chime of those evening bells and at the same time a bat
flew forth from the ivied belfry through the duskhitherthitherwith a
tiny lost cry. And she could see far away the lights of the lighthouses so
picturesque she would have loved to do with a box of paints because it was
easier than to make a man and soon the lamplighter would be going his
rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady
Tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her
window where Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like she read in that
book THE LAMPLIGHTER by Miss Cumminsauthor of MABEL VAUGHAN and
other tales. For Gerty had her dreams that no-one knew of. She loved to
read poetry and when she got a keepsake from Bertha Supple of that lovely
confession album with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she
laid it in the drawer of her toilettable whichthough it did not err
on the side of luxurywas scrupulously neat and clean. It was there
she kept her girlish treasure trovethe tortoiseshell combsher
child of Mary badgethe whiterose scentthe eyebrowleineher
alabaster pouncetbox and the ribbons to change when her things came
home from the wash and there were some beautiful thoughts written
in it in violet ink that she bought in Hely's of Dame Street for
she felt that she too could write poetry if she could only express
herself like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she had
copied out of the newspaper she found one evening round the potherbs. ART
THOU REALMY IDEAL? it was called by Louis J WalshMagherafeltand
after there was something about TWILIGHTWILT THOU EVER? and ofttimes
the beauty of poetryso sad in its transient lovelinesshad misted
her eyes with silent tears for she felt that the years were slipping
by for herone by oneand but for that one shortcoming she knew she


need fear no competition and that was an accident coming down Dalkey
hill and she always tried to conceal it. But it must endshe felt.
If she saw that magic lure in his eyes there would be no holding
back for her. Love laughs at locksmiths. She would make the great
sacrifice. Her every effort would be to share his thoughts. Dearer than
the whole world would she be to him and gild his days with happiness.
There was the allimportant question and she was dying to know was he a
married man or a widower who had lost his wife or some tragedy like the
nobleman with the foreign name from the land of song had to have her put
into a madhousecruel only to be kind. But even if--what then? Would it
make a very great difference? From everything in the least indelicate her
finebred nature instinctively recoiled. She loathed that sort of person
the fallen women off the accommodation walk beside the Dodder that went
with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a girl's honour
degrading the sex and being taken up to the police station. Nono: not
that. They would be just good friends like a big brother and sister
without all that other in spite of the conventions of Society with a big
ess. Perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days
beyond recall. She thought she understood. She would try to understand
him because men were so different. The old love was waitingwaiting
with little white hands stretched outwith blue appealing eyes. Heart
of mine! She would followher dream of lovethe dictates of her heart
that told her he was her all in allthe only man in all the world
for her for love was the master guide. Nothing else mattered. Come what
might she would be wilduntrammelledfree.

Canon O'Hanlon put the Blessed Sacrament back into the tabernacle
and genuflected and the choir sang LAUDATE DOMINUM OMNES GENTES and
then he locked the tabernacle door because the benediction was over and
Father Conroy handed him his hat to put on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't
she coming but Jacky Caffrey called out:

--OlookCissy!

And they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it too over
the trees beside the churchblue and then green and purple.

--It's fireworksCissy Caffrey said.

And they all ran down the strand to see over the houses and the
churchhelterskelterEdy with the pushcar with baby Boardman in it and
Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky by the hand so they wouldn't fall running.

--Come onGertyCissy called. It's the bazaar fireworks.

But Gerty was adamant. She had no intention of being at their beck and
call. If they could run like rossies she could sit so she said she could
see from where she was. The eyes that were fastened upon her set
her pulses tingling. She looked at him a momentmeeting his glance
and a light broke in upon her. Whitehot passion was in that facepassion
silent as the graveand it had made her his. At last they were left
alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she knew he
could be trusted to the deathsteadfasta sterling mana man of
inflexible honour to his fingertips. His hands and face were working
and a tremour went over her. She leaned back far to look up where
the fireworks were and she caught her knee in her hands so as not
to fall back looking up and there was no-one to see only him and
her when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that
supply soft and delicately roundedand she seemed to hear the panting
of his hearthis hoarse breathingbecause she knew too about the passion
of men like thathotbloodedbecause Bertha Supple told her once in dead
secret and made her swear she'd never about the gentleman lodger that was
staying with them out of the Congested Districts Board that had pictures
cut out of papers of those skirtdancers and highkickers and she said he


used to do something not very nice that you could imagine sometimes in
the bed. But this was altogether different from a thing like that
because there was all the difference because she could almost feel
him draw her face to his and the first quick hot touch of his
handsome lips. Besides there was absolution so long as you didn't
do the other thing before being married and there ought to be
women priests that would understand without your telling out and
Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of dreamy look
in her eyes so that she toomy dearand Winny Rippingham so mad
about actors' photographs and besides it was on account of that other
thing coming on the way it did.

And Jacky Caffrey shouted to lookthere was another and she leaned back
and the garters were blue to match on account of the transparent and they
all saw it and they all shouted to looklookthere it was and she leaned
back ever so far to see the fireworks and something queer was flying
through the aira soft thingto and frodark. And she saw a long Roman
candle going up over the treesupupandin the tense hush
they were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and higher
and she had to lean back more and more to look up after ithigh
highalmost out of sightand her face was suffused with a divine
an entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other
things toonainsook knickersthe fabric that caresses the skin
better than those other pettiwidththe greenfour and eleven
on account of being white and she let him and she saw that he saw and then
it went so high it went out of sight a moment and she was trembling in
every limb from being bent so far back that he had a full view
high up above her knee where no-one ever not even on the swing or wading
and she wasn't ashamed and he wasn't either to look in that immodest way
like that because he couldn't resist the sight of the wondrous revealment
half offered like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen
looking and he kept on lookinglooking. She would fain have cried to him
chokinglyheld out her snowy slender arms to him to cometo feel his
lips laid on her white browthe cry of a young girl's lovea little
strangled crywrung from herthat cry that has rung through the ages.
And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! then the Roman
candle burst and it was like a sigh of O! and everyone cried O! O! in
raptures and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and
they shed and ah! they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden
O so lovelyOsoftsweetsoft!

Then all melted away dewily in the grey air: all was silent. Ah! She
glanced at him as she bent forward quicklya pathetic little glance of
piteous protestof shy reproach under which he coloured like a girl
He was leaning back against the rock behind. Leopold Bloom (for it is he)
stands silentwith bowed head before those young guileless eyes. What a
brute he had been! At it again? A fair unsullied soul had called to him
andwretch that he washow had he answered? An utter cad he had been!
He of all men! But there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes
for him too a word of pardon even though he had erred and sinned and
wandered. Should a girl tell? Noa thousand times no. That was their
secretonly theirsalone in the hiding twilight and there was none to
know or tell save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening
to and fro and little bats don't tell.

Cissy Caffrey whistledimitating the boys in the football field to show
what a great person she was: and then she cried:

--Gerty! Gerty! We're going. Come on. We can see from farther up.

Gerty had an ideaone of love's little ruses. She slipped a hand into
her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course
without letting him and then slipped it back. Wonder if he's too far to.
She rose. Was it goodbye? No. She had to go but they would meet again


thereand she would dream of that till thentomorrowof her dream of
yester eve. She drew herself up to her full height. Their souls met in a
last lingering glance and the eyes that reached her heartfull of a
strange shininghung enraptured on her sweet flowerlike face. She half
smiled at him wanlya sweet forgiving smilea smile that verged on
tearsand then they parted.

Slowlywithout looking back she went down the uneven strand to
Cissyto Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffreyto little baby Boardman. It was
darker now and there were stones and bits of wood on the strand and slippy
seaweed. She walked with a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her but
with care and very slowly because--because Gerty MacDowell was ...

Tight boots? No. She's lame! O!

Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That's why she's left
on the shelf and the others did a sprint. Thought something was wrong by
the cut of her jib. Jilted beauty. A defect is ten times worse in a woman.
But makes them polite. Glad I didn't know it when she was on show. Hot
little devil all the same. I wouldn't mind. Curiosity like a nun or a
negress or a girl with glasses. That squinty one is delicate. Near her
monthliesI expectmakes them feel ticklish. I have such a bad headache
today. Where did I put the letter? Yesall right. All kinds of crazy
longings. Licking pennies. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told
me liked to smell rock oil. Virgins go mad in the end I suppose.
Sister? How many women in Dublin have it today? Marthashe. Something
in the air. That's the moon. But then why don't all women menstruate
at the same time with the same moonI mean? Depends on the time
they were born I suppose. Or all start scratch then get out of step.
Sometimes Molly and Milly together. Anyhow I got the best of that.
Damned glad I didn't do it in the bath this morning over her silly
I will punish you letter. Made up for that tramdriver this morning.
That gouger M'Coy stopping me to say nothing. And his wife
engagement in the country valisevoice like a pickaxe. Thankful for small
mercies. Cheap too. Yours for the asking. Because they want it themselves.
Their natural craving. Shoals of them every evening poured out of offices.
Reserve better. Don't want it they throw it at you. Catch em aliveO.
Pity they can't see themselves. A dream of wellfilled hose. Where was
that? Ahyes. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Peeping
Tom. Willy's hat and what the girls did with it. Do they snapshot
those girls or is it all a fake? LINGERIE does it. Felt for the
curves inside her DESHABILLE. Excites them also when they're. I'm all
clean come and dirty me. And they like dressing one another for the
sacrifice. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. At first.
Put them all on to take them all off. Molly. Why I bought her the violet
garters. Us too: the tie he worehis lovely socks and turnedup trousers.
He wore a pair of gaiters the night that first we met. His lovely
shirt was shining beneath his what? of jet. Say a woman loses a charm with
every pin she takes out. Pinned together. OMairy lost the pin of her.
Dressed up to the nines for somebody. Fashion part of their charm. Just
changes when you're on the track of the secret. Except the east: Mary
Martha: now as then. No reasonable offer refused. She wasn't in a hurry
either. Always off to a fellow when they are. They never forget an
appointment. Out on spec probably. They believe in chance because like
themselves. And the others inclined to give her an odd dig. Girl friends
at schoolarms round each other's necks or with ten fingers locked
kissing and whispering secrets about nothing in the convent garden. Nuns
with whitewashed facescool coifs and their rosaries going up and down
vindictive too for what they can't get. Barbed wire. Be sure now and write
to me. And I'll write to you. Now won't you? Molly and Josie Powell. Till
Mr Right comes alongthen meet once in a blue moon. TABLEAU! Olook
who it is for the love of God! How are you at all? What have you been
doing with yourself? Kiss and delighted tokissto see you. Picking
holes in each other's appearance. You're looking splendid. Sister souls.


Showing their teeth at one another. How many have you left? Wouldn't lend
each other a pinch of salt.

Ah!

Devils they are when that's coming on them. Dark devilish appearance.
Molly often told me feel things a ton weight. Scratch the sole of
my foot. O that way! Othat's exquisite! Feel it myself too. Good to rest
once in a way. Wonder if it's bad to go with them then. Safe in one way.
Turns milkmakes fiddlestrings snap. Something about withering plants I
read in a garden. Besides they say if the flower withers she wears she's a
flirt. All are. Daresay she felt 1. When you feel like that you often meet
what you feel. Liked me or what? Dress they look at. Always know a fellow
courting: collars and cuffs. Well cocks and lions do the same and stags.
Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. Trousers? Suppose I
when I was? No. Gently does it. Dislike rough and tumble. Kiss in the dark
and never tell. Saw something in me. Wonder what. Sooner have me as I am
than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hairlovelock over his
dexter optic. To aid gentleman in literary. Ought to attend to my
appearance my age. Didn't let her see me in profile. Stillyou
never know. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Beauty and the
beast. Besides I can't be so if Molly. Took off her hat to show
her hair. Wide brim. Bought to hide her facemeeting someone might
know herbend down or carry a bunch of flowers to smell. Hair
strong in rut. Ten bob I got for Molly's combings when we were on
the rocks in Holles street. Why not? Suppose he gave her money.
Why not? All a prejudice. She's worth tenfifteenmorea pound. What? I
think so. All that for nothing. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Did I forget to
write address on that letter like the postcard I sent to Flynn? And the
day I went to Drimmie's without a necktie. Wrangle with Molly it was put
me off. NoI remember. Richie Goulding: he's another. Weighs on his mind.
Funny my watch stopped at half past four. Dust. Shark liver oil they use
to clean. Could do it myself. Save. Was that just when heshe?

Ohe did. Into her. She did. Done.

Ah!

Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. O Lordthat little
limping devil. Begins to feel cold and clammy. Aftereffect not pleasant.
Still you have to get rid of it someway. They don't care. Complimented
perhaps. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the
kiddies. Wellaren't they? See her as she is spoil all. Must have the
stage settingthe rougecostumepositionmusic. The name too. AMOURS
of actresses. Nell GwynnMrs BracegirdleMaud Branscombe. Curtain up.
Moonlight silver effulgence. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. Little
sweetheart come and kiss me. StillI feel. The strength it gives a man.
That's the secret of it. Good job I let off there behind the wall coming
out of Dignam's. Cider that was. Otherwise I couldn't have. Makes you want
to sing after. LACAUS ESANT TARATARA. Suppose I spoke to her. What about?
Bad plan however if you don't know how to end the conversation. Ask them a
question they ask you another. Good idea if you're stuck. Gain time. But
then you're in a cart. Wonderful of course if you say: good eveningand
you see she's on for it: good evening. O but the dark evening in the
Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was. Whew! Girl in
Meath street that night. All the dirty things I made her say. All wrong of
course. My arks she called it. It's so hard to find one who. Aho! If you
don't answer when they solicit must be horrible for them till they harden.
And kissed my hand when I gave her the extra two shillings. Parrots. Press
the button and the bird will squeak. Wish she hadn't called me sir. Oher
mouth in the dark! And you a married man with a single girl! That's what
they enjoy. Taking a man from another woman. Or even hear of it.
Different with me. Glad to get away from other chap's wife. Eating off his
cold plate. Chap in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle.


French letter still in my pocketbook. Cause of half the trouble. But might
happen sometimeI don't think. Come inall is prepared. I dreamt. What?
Worst is beginning. How they change the venue when it's not what they
like. Ask you do you like mushrooms because she once knew a gentleman
who. Or ask you what someone was going to say when he changed his
mind and stopped. Yet if I went the whole hogsay: I want tosomething
like that. Because I did. She too. Offend her. Then make it up. Pretend to
want something awfullythen cry off for her sake. Flatters them. She must
have been thinking of someone else all the time. What harm? Must since she
came to the use of reasonhehe and he. First kiss does the trick. The
propitious moment. Something inside them goes pop. Mushy liketell by
their eyeon the sly. First thoughts are best. Remember that till their
dying day. Mollylieutenant Mulvey that kissed her under the Moorish wall
beside the gardens. Fifteen she told me. But her breasts were developed.
Fell asleep then. After Glencree dinner that was when we drove home.
Featherbed mountain. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Lord mayor had his eye
on her too. Val Dillon. Apoplectic.

There she is with them down there for the fireworks. My fireworks.
Up like a rocketdown like a stick. And the childrentwins they must be
waiting for something to happen. Want to be grownups. Dressing in
mother's clothes. Time enoughunderstand all the ways of the world. And
the dark one with the mop head and the nigger mouth. I knew she could
whistle. Mouth made for that. Like Molly. Why that highclass whore in
Jammet's wore her veil only to her nose. Would you mindpleasetelling
me the right time? I'll tell you the right time up a dark lane. Say prunes
and prisms forty times every morningcure for fat lips. Caressing the
little boy too. Onlookers see most of the game. Of course they understand
birdsanimalsbabies. In their line.

Didn't look back when she was going down the strand. Wouldn't give that
satisfaction. Those girlsthose girlsthose lovely seaside girls. Fine
eyes she hadclear. It's the white of the eye brings that out not so much
the pupil. Did she know what I? Course. Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's
jump. Women never meet one like that Wilkins in the high school drawing a
picture of Venus with all his belongings on show. Call that innocence?
Poor idiot! His wife has her work cut out for her. Never see them sit
on a bench marked WET PAINT. Eyes all over them. Look under the bed
for what's not there. Longing to get the fright of their lives.
Sharp as needles they are. When I said to Molly the man at the corner
of Cuffe street was goodlookingthought she might liketwigged at
once he had a false arm. Hadtoo. Where do they get that? Typist
going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time to show her understandings.
Handed down from father tomother to daughterI mean. Bred in the
bone. Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the mirror to
save the ironing. Best place for an ad to catch a woman's eye on a
mirror. And when I sent her for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's

by the way that ad I mustcarrying home the change in her stocking!
Clever little minx. I never told her. Neat way she carries parcels
too. Attract mensmall thing like that. Holding up her handshaking it
to let the blood flow back when it was red. Who did you learn that from?
Nobody. Something the nurse taught me. Odon't they know! Three years
old she was in front of Molly's dressingtablejust before we left Lombard
street west. Me have a nice pace. Mullingar. Who knows? Ways of the
world. Young student. Straight on her pins anyway not like the other.
Still she was game. LordI am wet. Devil you are. Swell of her calf.
Transparent stockingsstretched to breaking point. Not like that frump
today. A. E. Rumpled stockings. Or the one in Grafton street. White. Wow!
Beef to the heel.

A monkey puzzle rocket burstspluttering in darting crackles. Zrads
and zradszradszrads. And Cissy and Tommy and Jacky ran out to see
and Edy after with the pushcar and then Gerty beyond the curve of the
rocks. Will she? Watch! Watch! See! Looked round. She smelt an onion.


DarlingI sawyour. I saw all.

Lord!

Did me good all the same. Off colour after Kiernan'sDignam's. For
this relief much thanks. In HAMLETthat is. Lord! It was all things
combined. Excitement. When she leaned backfelt an ache at the butt of my
tongue. Your head it simply swirls. He's right. Might have made a worse
fool of myself however. Instead of talking about nothing. Then I will tell
you all. Still it was a kind of language between us. It couldn't be? No
Gerty they called her. Might be false name however like my name and the
address Dolphin's barn a blind.

HER MAIDEN NAME WAS JEMINA BROWN
AND SHE LIVED WITH HER MOTHER IN IRISHTOWN.


Place made me think of that I suppose. All tarred with the same brush

Wiping pens in their stockings. But the ball rolled down to her as if it
understood. Every bullet has its billet. Course I never could throw
anything straight at school. Crooked as a ram's horn. Sad however because
it lasts only a few years till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's
pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the baby when they hold
him out to do ah ah. No soft job. Saves them. Keeps them out of harm's
way. Nature. Washing childwashing corpse. Dignam. Children's hands
always round them. Cocoanut skullsmonkeysnot even closed at first
sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds. Oughtn't to have given
that child an empty teat to suck. Fill it up with wind. Mrs Beaufoy
Purefoy. Must call to the hospital. Wonder is nurse Callan there still.
She used to look over some nights when Molly was in the Coffee Palace.
That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. And Mrs Breen
and Mrs Dignam once like that toomarriageable. Worst of all at night
Mrs Duggan told me in the City Arms. Husband rolling in drunkstink of
pub off him like a polecat. Have that in your nose in the dark
whiff of stale boose. Then ask in the morning: was I drunk last
night? Bad policy however to fault the husband. Chickens come
home to roost. They stick by one another like glue. Maybe the
women's fault also. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. It's the
blood of the south. Moorish. Also the formthe figure. Hands felt for the
opulent. Just compare for instance those others. Wife locked up at home
skeleton in the cupboard. Allow me to introduce my. Then they trot you out
some kind of a nondescriptwouldn't know what to call her. Always see a
fellow's weak point in his wife. Still there's destiny in itfalling in
love. Have their own secrets between them. Chaps that would go to the dogs
if some woman didn't take them in hand. Then little chits of girls
height of a shilling in copperswith little hubbies. As God made them he
matched them. Sometimes children turn out well enough. Twice nought makes
one. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Marry in May and
repent in December. This wet is very unpleasant. Stuck. Well the foreskin
is not back. Better detach.

Ow!

Other hand a sixfooter with a wifey up to his watchpocket. Long and
the short of it. Big he and little she. Very strange about my watch.
Wristwatches are always going wrong. Wonder is there any magnetic
influence between the person because that was about the time he. YesI
supposeat once. Cat's awaythe mice will play. I remember looking in
Pill lane. Also that now is magnetism. Back of everything magnetism. Earth
for instance pulling this and being pulled. That causes movement. And
timewell that's the time the movement takes. Then if one thing stopped
the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Because it's all arranged.
Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the sunthe stars. Little


piece of steel iron. When you hold out the fork. Come. Come. Tip. Woman
and man that is. Fork and steel. Mollyhe. Dress up and look and suggest
and let you see and see more and defy you if you're a man to see that and
like a sneeze cominglegslooklook and if you have any guts in you.
Tip. Have to let fly.

Wonder how is she feeling in that region. Shame all put on before
third person. More put out about a hole in her stocking. Mollyher
underjaw stuck outhead backabout the farmer in the ridingboots and
spurs at the horse show. And when the painters were in Lombard street
west. Fine voice that fellow had. How Giuglini began. Smell that I did.
Like flowers. It was too. Violets. Came from the turpentine probably in
the paint. Make their own use of everything. Same time doing it scraped
her slipper on the floor so they wouldn't hear. But lots of them can't
kick the beamI think. Keep that thing up for hours. Kind of a general
all round over me and half down my back.

Wait. Hm. Hm. Yes. That's her perfume. Why she waved her hand. I
leave you this to think of me when I'm far away on the pillow. What is it?
Heliotrope? No. Hyacinth? Hm. RosesI think. She'd like scent of that
kind. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Why Molly likes opoponax. Suits her
with a little jessamine mixed. Her high notes and her low notes. At the
dance night she met himdance of the hours. Heat brought it out. She was
wearing her black and it had the perfume of the time before. Good
conductoris it? Or bad? Light too. Suppose there's some connection. For
instance if you go into a cellar where it's dark. Mysterious thing too.
Why did I smell it only now? Took its time in coming like herselfslow
but sure. Suppose it's ever so many millions of tiny grains blown across.
Yesit is. Because those spice islandsCinghalese this morningsmell
them leagues off. Tell you what it is. It's like a fine fine veil or web
they have all over the skinfine like what do you call it gossamerand
they're always spinning it out of themfine as anythinglike rainbow
colours without knowing it. Clings to everything she takes off. Vamp of
her stockings. Warm shoe. Stays. Drawers: little kicktaking them off.
Byby till next time. Also the cat likes to sniff in her shift on
the bed. Know her smell in a thousand. Bathwater too. Reminds me of
strawberries and cream. Wonder where it is really. There or the armpits
or under the neck. Because you get it out of all holes and corners.
Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something. Muskrat.
Bag under their tails. One grain pour off odour for years. Dogs at
each other behind. Good evening. Evening. How do you sniff? Hm. Hm.
Very wellthank you. Animals go by that. Yes nowlook at it that way.
We're the same. Some womeninstancewarn you off when they have their
period. Come near. Then get a hogo you could hang your hat on. Like
what? Potted herrings gone stale or. Boof! Please keep off the grass.

Perhaps they get a man smell off us. What though? Cigary gloves long
John had on his desk the other day. Breath? What you eat and drink gives
that. No. MansmellI mean. Must be connected with that because priests
that are supposed to be are different. Women buzz round it like flies
round treacle. Railed off the altar get on to it at any cost. The tree
of forbidden priest. Ofatherwill you? Let me be the first to.
That diffuses itself all through the bodypermeates. Source of life.
And it's extremely curious the smell. Celery sauce. Let me.

Mr Bloom inserted his nose. Hm. Into the. Hm. Opening of his
waistcoat. Almonds or. No. Lemons it is. Ah nothat's the soap.

O by the by that lotion. I knew there was something on my mind.
Never went back and the soap not paid. Dislike carrying bottles like that
hag this morning. Hynes might have paid me that three shillings. I could
mention Meagher's just to remind him. Still if he works that paragraph.
Two and nine. Bad opinion of me he'll have. Call tomorrow. How much do
I owe you? Three and nine? Two and ninesir. Ah. Might stop him giving


credit another time. Lose your customers that way. Pubs do. Fellows run up
a bill on the slate and then slinking around the back streets into
somewhere else.

Here's this nobleman passed before. Blown in from the bay. Just went
as far as turn back. Always at home at dinnertime. Looks mangled out: had
a good tuck in. Enjoying nature now. Grace after meals. After supper walk
a mile. Sure he has a small bank balance somewheregovernment sit. Walk
after him now make him awkward like those newsboys me today. Still you
learn something. See ourselves as others see us. So long as women don't
mock what matter? That's the way to find out. Ask yourself who is he now.
THE MYSTERY MAN ON THE BEACHprize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom.
Payment at the rate of one guinea per column. And that fellow today at the
graveside in the brown macintosh. Corns on his kismet however. Healthy
perhaps absorb all the. Whistle brings rain they say. Must be some
somewhere. Salt in the Ormond damp. The body feels the atmosphere. Old
Betty's joints are on the rack. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is about
ships around they fly in the twinkling. No. Signs of rain it is. The royal
reader. And distant hills seem coming nigh.

Howth. Bailey light. Twofoursixeightnine. See. Has to change or
they might think it a house. Wreckers. Grace Darling. People afraid of the
dark. Also glowwormscyclists: lightingup time. Jewels diamonds flash
better. Women. Light is a kind of reassuring. Not going to hurt you.
Better now of course than long ago. Country roads. Run you through the
small guts for nothing. Still two types there are you bob against.
Scowl or smile. Pardon! Not at all. Best time to spray plants too in the
shade after the sun. Some light still. Red rays are longest. Roygbiv
Vance taught us: redorangeyellowgreenblueindigoviolet.
A star I see. Venus? Can't tell yet. Two. When three it's night. Were
those nightclouds there all the time? Looks like a phantom ship. No.
Wait. Trees are they? An optical illusion. Mirage. Land of the setting
sun this. Homerule sun setting in the southeast. My native land
goodnight.

Dew falling. Bad for youdearto sit on that stone. Brings on white
fluxions. Never have little baby then less he was big strong fight his way
up through. Might get piles myself. Sticks too like a summer coldsore on
the mouth. Cut with grass or paper worst. Friction of the position.
Like to be that rock she sat on. O sweet littleyou don't know how nice
you looked. I begin to like them at that age. Green apples. Grab at all
that offer. Suppose it's the only time we cross legsseated. Also the
library today: those girl graduates. Happy chairs under them. But it's
the evening influence. They feel all that. Open like flowersknow
their hourssunflowersJerusalem artichokesin ballroomschandeliers
avenues under the lamps. Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I kissed
her shoulder. Wish I had a full length oilpainting of her then. June
that was too I wooed. The year returns. History repeats itself.
Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Lifelovevoyage round
your own little world. And now? Sad about her lame of course but must
be on your guard not to feel too much pity. They take advantage.

All quiet on Howth now. The distant hills seem. Where we. The
rhododendrons. I am a fool perhaps. He gets the plumsand I the
plumstones. Where I come in. All that old hill has seen. Names change:
that's all. Lovers: yum yum.

Tired I feel now. Will I get up? O wait. Drained all the manhood out
of melittle wretch. She kissed me. Never again. My youth. Only once it
comes. Or hers. Take the train there tomorrow. No. Returning not the
same. Like kids your second visit to a house. The new I want. Nothing new
under the sun. Care of P. O. Dolphin's Barn. Are you not happy in your?
Naughty darling. At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. Mat
Dillon and his bevy of daughters: TinyAttyFloeyMaimyLouyHetty.


Molly too. Eightyseven that was. Year before we. And the old major
partial to his drop of spirits. Curious she an only childI an only
child. So it returns. Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest
way round is the shortest way home. And just when he and she. Circus horse
walking in a ring. Rip van Winkle we played. Rip: tear in Henny Doyle's
overcoat. Van: breadvan delivering. Winkle: cockles and periwinkles. Then
I did Rip van Winkle coming back. She leaned on the sideboard watching.
Moorish eyes. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. All changed.
Forgotten. The young are old. His gun rusty from the dew.

Ba. What is that flying about? Swallow? Bat probably. Thinks I'm a tree
so blind. Have birds no smell? Metempsychosis. They believed you could be
changed into a tree from grief. Weeping willow. Ba. There he goes.
Funny little beggar. Wonder where he lives. Belfry up there. Very likely.
Hanging by his heels in the odour of sanctity. Bell scared him outI
suppose. Mass seems to be over. Could hear them all at it. Pray for us.
And pray for us. And pray for us. Good idea the repetition. Same
thing with ads. Buy from us. And buy from us. Yesthere's the light
in the priest's house. Their frugal meal. Remember about the mistake
in the valuation when I was in Thom's. Twentyeight it is. Two houses
they have. Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. Ba. Again. Wonder why
they come out at night like mice. They're a mixed breed. Birds are
like hopping mice. What frightens themlight or noise? Better sit still.
All instinct like the bird in drouth got water out of the end of a
jar by throwing in pebbles. Like a little man in a cloak he is with tiny
hands. Weeny bones. Almost see them shimmeringkind of a bluey white.
Colours depend on the light you see. Stare the sun for example
like the eagle then look at a shoe see a blotch blob yellowish. Wants to
stamp his trademark on everything. Instancethat cat this morning on the
staircase. Colour of brown turf. Say you never see them with three
colours. Not true. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the CITY ARMS
with the letter em on her forehead. Body fifty different colours. Howth
a while ago amethyst. Glass flashing. That's how that wise man what's his
name with the burning glass. Then the heather goes on fire. It can't be
tourists' matches. What? Perhaps the sticks dry rub together in the wind
and light. Or broken bottles in the furze act as a burning glass in the
sun. Archimedes. I have it! My memory's not so bad.

Ba. Who knows what they're always flying for. Insects? That bee last week
got into the room playing with his shadow on the ceiling. Might be the
one bit mecome back to see. Birds too. Never find out. Or what they say.
Like our small talk. And says she and says he. Nerve they have to fly over
the ocean and back. Lots must be killed in stormstelegraph wires.
Dreadful life sailors have too. Big brutes of oceangoing steamers
floundering along in the darklowing out like seacows. FAUGH A BALLAGH!
Out of thatbloody curse to you! Others in vesselsbit of a handkerchief
sailpitched about like snuff at a wake when the stormy winds do blow.
Married too. Sometimes away for years at the ends of the earth somewhere.
No ends really because it's round. Wife in every port they say. She has a
good job if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. If ever he
does. Smelling the tail end of ports. How can they like the sea? Yet they
do. The anchor's weighed. Off he sails with a scapular or a medal
on him for luck. Well. And the tephilim no what's this they call it poor
papa's father had on his door to touch. That brought us out of the land
of Egypt and into the house of bondage. Something in all those
superstitions because when you go out never know what dangers. Hanging
on to a plank or astride of a beam for grim lifelifebelt round him
gulping salt waterand that's the last of his nibs till the sharks
catch hold of him. Do fish ever get seasick?

Then you have a beautiful calm without a cloudsmooth seaplacid
crew and cargo in smithereensDavy Jones' lockermoon looking down so
peaceful. Not my faultold cockalorum.


A last lonely candle wandered up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search
of funds for Mercer's hospital and brokedroopingand shed a cluster of
violet but one white stars. They floatedfell: they faded. The shepherd's
hour: the hour of folding: hour of tryst. From house to housegiving his
everwelcome double knockwent the nine o'clock postmanthe
glowworm's lamp at his belt gleaming here and there through the laurel
hedges. And among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp at
Leahy's terrace. By screens of lighted windowsby equal gardens a shrill
voice went cryingwailing: EVENING TELEGRAPHSTOP PRESS EDITION! RESULT
OF THE GOLD CUP RACE! and from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out
and called. Twittering the bat flew hereflew there. Far out over the
sands the coming surf creptgrey. Howth settled for slumbertired of
long daysof yumyum rhododendrons (he was old) and felt gladly the night
breeze liftruffle his fell of ferns. He lay but opened a red eye
unsleepingdeep and slowly breathingslumberous but awake. And far on
Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkledwinked at Mr Bloom.

Life those chaps out there must havestuck in the same spot. Irish
Lights board. Penance for their sins. Coastguards too. Rocket and breeches
buoy and lifeboat. Day we went out for the pleasure cruise in the Erin's
Kingthrowing them the sack of old papers. Bears in the zoo. Filthy trip.
Drunkards out to shake up their livers. Puking overboard to feed the
herrings. Nausea. And the womenfear of God in their faces. Milly
no sign of funk. Her blue scarf looselaughing. Don't know what death
is at that age. And then their stomachs clean. But being lost they fear.
When we hid behind the tree at Crumlin. I didn't want to. Mamma! Mamma!
Babes in the wood. Frightening them with masks too. Throwing them up
in the air to catch them. I'll murder you. Is it only half fun?
Or children playing battle. Whole earnest. How can people aim guns at
each other. Sometimes they go off. Poor kids! Only troubles wildfire
and nettlerash. Calomel purge I got her for that. After getting better
asleep with Molly. Very same teeth she has. What do they love?
Another themselves? But the morning she chased her with the umbrella.
Perhaps so as not to hurt. I felt her pulse. Ticking. Little hand
it was: now big. Dearest Papli. All that the hand says when you
touch. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. Her first stays I
remember. Made me laugh to see. Little paps to begin with. Left one
is more sensitiveI think. Mine too. Nearer the heart? Padding
themselves out if fat is in fashion. Her growing pains at nightcalling
wakening me. Frightened she was when her nature came on her first.
Poor child! Strange moment for the mother too. Brings back her girlhood.
Gibraltar. Looking from Buena Vista. O'Hara's tower. The seabirds
screaming. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his family. Sundown
gunfire for the men to cross the lines. Looking out over the sea she
told me. Evening like thisbut clearno clouds. I always thought I'd
marry a lord or a rich gentleman coming with a private yacht. BUENAS
NOCHESSENORITA. EL HOMBRE AMA LA MUCHACHA HERMOSA. Why me? Because
you were so foreign from the others.

Better not stick here all night like a limpet. This weather makes you
dull. Must be getting on for nine by the light. Go home. Too late for LEAH
LILY OF KILLARNEY. No. Might be still up. Call to the hospital to see.
Hope she's over. Long day I've had. Marthathe bathfuneralhouse of
Keyesmuseum with those goddessesDedalus' song. Then that bawler in
Barney Kiernan's. Got my own back there. Drunken ranters what I said about
his God made him wince. Mistake to hit back. Or? No. Ought to go home and
laugh at themselves. Always want to be swilling in company. Afraid to be
alone like a child of two. Suppose he hit me. Look at it other way round.
Not so bad then. Perhaps not to hurt he meant. Three cheers for Israel.
Three cheers for the sister-in-law he hawked aboutthree fangs in her
mouth. Same style of beauty. Particularly nice old party for a cup of tea.
The sister of the wife of the wild man of Borneo has just come to town.
Imagine that in the early morning at close range. Everyone to his taste as
Morris said when he kissed the cow. But Dignam's put the boots on it.


Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. Anyhow she
wants the money. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I promised. Strange
name. Takes it for granted we're going to pop off first. That widow
on Monday was it outside Cramer's that looked at me. Buried the poor
husband but progressing favourably on the premium. Her widow's mite.
Well? What do you expect her to do? Must wheedle her way along.
Widower I hate to see. Looks so forlorn. Poor man O'Connor wife and five
children poisoned by mussels here. The sewage. Hopeless. Some good
matronly woman in a porkpie hat to mother him. Take him in towplatter
face and a large apron. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomersthree shillings
a pairastonishing bargain. Plain and lovedloved for everthey say.
Ugly: no woman thinks she is. Lovelie and be handsome for tomorrow we
die. See him sometimes walking about trying to find out who played the
trick. U. p: up. Fate that is. Henot me. Also a shop often noticed.
Curse seems to dog it. Dreamt last night? Wait. Something confused. She
had red slippers on. Turkish. Wore the breeches. Suppose she does? Would
I like her in pyjamas? Damned hard to answer. Nannetti's gone. Mailboat.
Near Holyhead by now. Must nail that ad of Keyes's. Work Hynes and
Crawford. Petticoats for Molly. She has something to put in them. What's
that? Might be money.

Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the strand. He
brought it near his eyes and peered. Letter? No. Can't read. Better go.
Better. I'm tired to move. Page of an old copybook. All those holes and
pebbles. Who could count them? Never know what you find. Bottle with
story of a treasure in itthrown from a wreck. Parcels post. Children
always want to throw things in the sea. Trust? Bread cast on the waters.
What's this? Bit of stick.

O! Exhausted that female has me. Not so young now. Will she come
here tomorrow? Wait for her somewhere for ever. Must come back.
Murderers do. Will I?

Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot. Write
a message for her. Might remain. What?

I.
Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning. Useless. Washed away. Tide comes
here. Saw a pool near her foot. Bendsee my face theredark mirror
breathe on itstirs. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. O
those transparent! Besides they don't know. What is the meaning of that
other world. I called you naughty boy because I do not like.


AM. A.


No room. Let it go.


Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand.
Nothing grows in it. All fades. No fear of big vessels coming up here.
Except Guinness's barges. Round the Kish in eighty days. Done half by
design.


He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sandstuck.
Now if you were trying to do that for a week on end you couldn't. Chance.
We'll never meet again. But it was lovely. Goodbyedear. Thanks. Made me
feel so young.


Short snooze now if I had. Must be near nine. Liverpool boat long
gone.. Not even the smoke. And she can do the other. Did too. And Belfast.
I won't go. Race thererace back to Ennis. Let him. Just close my eyes a
moment. Won't sleepthough. Half dream. It never comes the same. Bat
again. No harm in him. Just a few.



O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me
do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the bed met
him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave
under embon SENORITA young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle
red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end
Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next year in drawers return next in
her next her next.

A bat flew. Here. There. Here. Far in the grey a bell chimed. Mr
Bloom with open mouthhis left boot sanded sidewaysleanedbreathed.
Just for a few

CUCKOO
CUCKOO
CUCKOO.


The clock on the mantelpiece in the priest's house cooed where Canon
O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S. J. were
taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup
and talking about

CUCKOO
CUCKOO
CUCKOO.


Because it was a little canarybird that came out of its little house to
tell the time that Gerty MacDowell noticed the time she was there because
she was as quick as anything about a thing like thatwas Gerty MacDowell
and she noticed at once that that foreign gentleman that was sitting on
the rocks looking was

CUCKOO
CUCKOO
CUCKOO.


* * * * * * *

Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus.

Send us bright onelight oneHorhornquickening and wombfruit. Send
us bright onelight oneHorhornquickening and wombfruit. Send us
bright onelight oneHorhornquickening and wombfruit.

Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!

Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive
concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by mortals
with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that which the most
in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in them high mind's
ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general
consent they affirm that other circumstances being equal by no exterior
splendour is the prosperity of a nation more efficaciously asserted than
by the measure of how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its
solicitude for that proliferent continuance which of evils the original if
it be absent when fortunately present constitutes the certain sign of
omnipotent nature's incorrupted benefaction. For who is there who anything
of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior


splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on
the contrary anyone so is there unilluminated as not to perceive that as
no nature's boon can contend against the bounty of increase so it behoves
every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his
semblables and to tremble lest what had in the past been by the nation
excellently commenced might be in the future not with similar excellence
accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have gradually traduced the
honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that thither of profundity
that that one was audacious excessively who would have the hardihood to
rise affirming that no more odious offence can for anyone be than to
oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and
promise which on all mortals with prophecy of abundance or with
diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever
irrevocably enjoined?

It is not why therefore we shall wonder ifas the best historians relate
among the Celtswho nothing that was not in its nature admirable admired
the art of medicine shall have been highly honoured. Not to speak of
hostelsleperyardssweating chambersplaguegravestheir greatest
doctorsthe O'Shielsthe O'Hickeysthe O'Leeshave sedulously set down
the divers methods by which the sick and the relapsed found again health
whether the malady had been the trembling withering or loose boyconnell
flux. Certainly in every public work which in it anything of gravity
contains preparation should be with importance commensurate and therefore
a plan was by them adopted (whether by having preconsidered or as the
maturation of experience it is difficult in being said which the
discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not up to the present
congrued to render manifest) whereby maternity was so far from all
accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that
all hardest of woman hour chiefly required and not solely for the
copiously opulent but also for her who not being sufficiently moneyed
scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and for an
inconsiderable emolument was provided.

To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to be
molestful for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent
mothers prosperity at all not to can be and as they had received eternity
gods mortals generation to befit them her beholdingwhen the case was so
hoving itselfparturient in vehicle thereward carrying desire immense
among all one another was impelling on of her to be received into that
domicile. O thing of prudent nation not merely in being seen but also
even in being related worthy of being praised that they her by
anticipation went seeing motherthat she by them suddenly to be about to
be cherished had been begun she felt!

Before born bliss babe had. Within womb won he worship. Whatever
in that one case done commodiously done was. A couch by midwives
attended with wholesome food reposefulcleanest swaddles as though
forthbringing were now done and by wise foresight set: but to this no less
of what drugs there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining
to her case not omitting aspect of all very distracting spectacles in
various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images
divine and humanthe cogitation of which by sejunct females is to
tumescence conducive or eases issue in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair
home of mothers whenostensibly far gone and reproductitiveit is come
by her thereto to lie inher term up.

Some man that wayfaring was stood by housedoor at night's
oncoming. Of Israel's folk was that man that on earth wandering far had
fared. Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house.

Of that house A. Horne is lord. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming
mothers are wont that they lie for to thole and bring forth bairns hale so
God's angel to Mary quoth. Watchers tway there walkwhite sisters in


ward sleepless. Smarts they stillsickness soothing: in twelve moons
thrice an hundred. Truest bedthanes they twain arefor Horne holding
wariest ward.

In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft
rising with swire ywimpled to him her gate wide undid. Lolevin leaping
lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin. Full she drad that God the
Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his evil sins. Christ's
rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would rathe infare under
her thatch. That man her will wotting worthful went in Horne's house.

Loth to irk in Horne's hall hat holding the seeker stood. On her stow
he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land
and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Once her in townhithe
meeting he to her bow had not doffed. Her to forgive now he craved with
good ground of her allowed that that of him swiftseen facehersso young
then had looked. Light swift her eyes kindledbloom of blushes his word
winning.

As her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared.
Glad after she was that ere adread was. Her he asked if O'Hare Doctor
tidings sent from far coast and she with grameful sigh him answered that
O'Hare Doctor in heaven was. Sad was the man that word to hear that him
so heavied in bowels ruthful. All she there told himruing death for
friend so youngalgate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay. She
said that he had a fair sweet death through God His goodness with
masspriest to be shrivenholy housel and sick men's oil to his limbs. The
man then right earnest asked the nun of which death the dead man was died
and the nun answered him and said that he was died in Mona Island through
bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she prayed to God the
Allruthful to have his dear soul in his undeathliness. He heard her sad
wordsin held hat sad staring. So stood they there both awhile in wanhope
sorrowing one with other.

Thereforeeverymanlook to that last end that is thy death and the
dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came naked
forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the last for to
go as he came.

The man that was come in to the house then spoke to the
nursingwoman and he asked her how it fared with the woman that lay there
in childbed. The nursingwoman answered him and said that that woman
was in throes now full three days and that it would be a hard birth unneth
to bear but that now in a little it would be. She said thereto that she
had seen many births of women but never was none so hard as was that
woman's birth. Then she set it all forth to him for because she knew the
man that time was had lived nigh that house. The man hearkened to her
words for he felt with wonder women's woe in the travail that they have of
motherhood and he wondered to look on her face that was a fair face for
any man to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid. Nine
twelve bloodflows chiding her childless.

And whiles they spake the door of the castle was opened and there
nighed them a mickle noise as of many that sat there at meat. And there
came against the place as they stood a young learningknight yclept Dixon.
And the traveller Leopold was couth to him sithen it had happed that they
had had ado each with other in the house of misericord where this
learningknight lay by cause the traveller Leopold came there to be healed
for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a horrible and
dreadful dragon was smitten him for which he did do make a salve of
volatile salt and chrism as much as he might suffice. And he said now that
he should go in to that castle for to make merry with them that were
there. And the traveller Leopold said that he should go otherwhither for
he was a man of cautels and a subtile. Also the lady was of his avis and


repreved the learningknight though she trowed well that the traveller had
said thing that was false for his subtility. But the learningknight would
not hear say nay nor do her mandement ne have him in aught contrarious to
his list and he said how it was a marvellous castle. And the traveller
Leopold went into the castle for to rest him for a space being sore of
limb after many marches environing in divers lands and sometime venery.

And in the castle was set a board that was of the birchwood of
Finlandy and it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that country but they
durst not move more for enchantment. And on this board were frightful
swords and knives that are made in a great cavern by swinking demons out
of white flames that they fix then in the horns of buffalos and stags that
there abound marvellously. And there were vessels that are wrought by
magic of Mahound out of seasand and the air by a warlock with his breath
that he blases in to them like to bubbles. And full fair cheer and rich
was on the board that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. And there
was a vat of silver that was moved by craft to open in the which lay
strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this
be possible thing without they see it natheless they are so. And these
fishes lie in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because
of the fatness that therein is like to the juices of the olivepress.
And also it was a marvel to see in that castle how by magic they make
a compost out of fecund wheatkidneys out of Chaldee that by aid of
certain angry spirits that they do in to it swells up wondrously like
to a vast mountain. And they teach the serpents there to entwine
themselves up on long sticks out of the ground and of the scales of
these serpents they brew out a brewage like to mead.

And the learning knight let pour for childe Leopold a draught and halp
thereto the while all they that were there drank every each. And childe
Leopold did up his beaver for to pleasure him and took apertly somewhat in
amity for he never drank no manner of mead which he then put by and
anon full privily he voided the more part in his neighbour glass and his
neighbour nist not of this wile. And he sat down in that castle with them
for to rest him there awhile. Thanked be Almighty God.

This meanwhile this good sister stood by the door and begged them at
the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for
there was above one quick with childa gentle damewhose time hied fast.
Sir Leopold heard on the upfloor cry on high and he wondered what cry that
it was whether of child or woman and I marvelsaid hethat it be not
come or now. Meseems it dureth overlong. And he was ware and saw a
franklin that hight Lenehan on that side the table that was older than any
of the tother and for that they both were knights virtuous in the one
emprise and eke by cause that he was elder he spoke to him full gently.
Butsaid heor it be long too she will bring forth by God His bounty and
have joy of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long. And the
franklin that had drunken saidExpecting each moment to be her next.
Also he took the cup that stood tofore him for him needed never none
asking nor desiring of him to drink andNow drinksaid hefully
delectablyand he quaffed as far as he might to their both's health
for he was a passing good man of his lustiness. And sir Leopold
that was the goodliest guest that ever sat in scholars' hall and
that was the meekest man and the kindest that ever laid husbandly
hand under hen and that was the very truest knight of the world
one that ever did minion service to lady gentle pledged him courtly in
the cup. Woman's woe with wonder pondering.

Now let us speak of that fellowship that was there to the intent to be
drunken an they might. There was a sort of scholars along either side the
boardthat is to witDixon yclept junior of saint Mary Merciable's with
other his fellows Lynch and Maddenscholars of medicineand the franklin
that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longaone Crotthersand young
Stephen that had mien of a frere that was at head of the board and


Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long of a mastery of him
erewhile gested (and of all themreserved young Stephenhe was the most
drunken that demanded still of more mead) and beside the meek sir
Leopold. But on young Malachi they waited for that he promised to
have come and such as intended to no goodness said how he had broke
his avow. And sir Leopold sat with them for he bore fast friendship
to sir Simon and to this his son young Stephen and for that his languor
becalmed him there after longest wanderings insomuch as they feasted
him for that time in the honourablest manner. Ruth red himlove led
on with will to wanderloth to leave.

For they were right witty scholars. And he heard their aresouns each
gen other as touching birth and righteousnessyoung Madden maintaining
that put such case it were hard the wife to die (for so it had fallen out
a matter of some year agone with a woman of Eblana in Horne's house that
now was trespassed out of this world and the self night next before her
death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her case). And they
said farther she should live because in the beginningthey saidthe
woman should bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of this
imagination affirmed how young Madden had said truth for he had conscience
to let her die. And not few and of these was young Lynch were in doubt
that the world was now right evil governed as it was never other howbeit
the mean people believed it otherwise but the law nor his judges did
provide no remedy. A redress God grant. This was scant said but all cried
with one acclaim nayby our Virgin Motherthe wife should live and the
babe to die. In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that head what with
argument and what for their drinking but the franklin Lenehan was prompt
each when to pour them ale so that at the least way mirth might not lack.
Then young Madden showed all the whole affair and said how that she was
dead and how for holy religion sake by rede of palmer and bedesman and for
a vow he had made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her goodman husband would
not let her death whereby they were all wondrous grieved. To whom young
Stephen had these words following: Murmursirsis eke oft among lay
folk. Both babe and parent now glorify their Makerthe one in limbo
gloomthe other in purgefire. Butgramercywhat of those Godpossibled
souls that we nightly impossibilisewhich is the sin against the Holy
GhostVery GodLord and Giver of Life? Forsirshe saidour lust
is brief. We are means to those small creatures within us and nature
has other ends than we. Then said Dixon junior to Punch Costello wist
he what ends. But he had overmuch drunken and the best word he could
have of him was that he would ever dishonest a woman whoso she were
or wife or maid or leman if it so fortuned him to be delivered of his
spleen of lustihead. Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa sang young
Malachi's praise of that beast the unicorn how once in the millennium
he cometh by his hornthe other all this whilepricked forward with
their jibes wherewith they did malice himwitnessing all and several
by saint Foutinus his engines that he was able to do any manner
of thing that lay in man to do. Thereat laughed they all right
jocundly only young Stephen and sir Leopold which never durst laugh
too open by reason of a strange humour which he would not bewray and
also for that he rued for her that bare whoso she might be or wheresoever.
Then spake young Stephen orgulous of mother Church that would cast him
out of her bosomof law of canonsof Lilithpatron of abortionsof bigness
wrought by wind of seeds of brightness or by potency of vampires mouth to
mouth oras Virgilius saithby the influence of the occident or by the reek
of moonflower or an she lie with a woman which her man has but lain with
EFFECTU SECUTOor peradventure in her bath according to the opinions of
Averroes and Moses Maimonides. He said also how at the end of the second
month a human soul was infused and how in all our holy mother foldeth
ever souls for God's greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was
but a dam to bear beastly should die by canon for so saith he that holdeth
the fisherman's sealeven that blessed Peter on which rock was holy church
for all ages founded. All they bachelors then asked of sir Leopold would he
in like case so jeopard her person as risk life to save life. A wariness of


mind he would answer as fitted all andlaying hand to jawhe said
dissemblingas his wont wasthat as it was informed himwho had ever
loved the art of physic as might a laymanand agreeing also with his
experience of so seldomseen an accident it was good for that mother Church
belike at one blow had birth and death pence and in such sort deliverly he
scaped their questions. That is truthpardysaid Dixonandor I err
a pregnant word. Which hearing young Stephen was a marvellous glad man and
he averred that he who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord for he
was of a wild manner when he was drunken and that he was now in that
taking it appeared eftsoons.

But sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause he still
had pity of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their labour
and as he was minded of his good lady Marion that had borne him an only
manchild which on his eleventh day on live had died and no man of art
could save so dark is destiny. And she was wondrous stricken of heart for
that evil hap and for his burial did him on a fair corselet of lamb's
woolthe flower of the flocklest he might perish utterly and lie
akeled (for it was then about the midst of the winter) and now Sir
Leopold that had of his body no manchild for an heir looked upon him his
friend's son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness and
as sad as he was that him failed a son of such gentle courage (for all
accounted him of real parts) so grieved he also in no less measure for
young Stephen for that he lived riotously with those wastrels and
murdered his goods with whores.

About that present time young Stephen filled all cups that stood empty
so as there remained but little mo if the prudenter had not shadowed their
approach from him that still plied it very busily whopraying for the
intentions of the sovereign pontiffhe gave them for a pledge the vicar
of Christ which also as he said is vicar of Bray. Now drink wequod he
of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which is not indeed parcel of my body
but my soul's bodiment. Leave ye fraction of bread to them that live by
bread alone. Be not afeard neither for any want for this will comfort more
than the other will dismay. See ye here. And he showed them glistering
coins of the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of two pound nineteen
shilling that he hadhe saidfor a song which he writ. They all admired
to see the foresaid riches in such dearth of money as was herebefore. His
words were then these as followeth: Know all menhe saidtime's ruins
build eternity's mansions. What means this? Desire's wind blasts the
thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the
rood of time. Mark me now. In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the
spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not
pass away. This is the postcreation. OMNIS CARO AD TE VENIET. No question
but her name is puissant who aventried the dear corse of our Agenbuyer
Healer and Herdour mighty mother and mother most venerable and
Bernardus saith aptly that She hath an OMNIPOTENTIAM DEIPARAE SUPPLICEM
that is to witan almightiness of petition because she is the second Eve
and she won ussaith Augustine toowhereas that otherour grandam
which we are linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords
sold us allseedbreed and generationfor a penny pippin. But here
is the matter now. Or she knew himthat second I sayand was but
creature of her creatureVERGINE MADREFIGLIA DI TUO FIGLIOor she
knew him not and then stands she in the one denial or ignorancy with
Peter Piscator who lives in the house that Jack built and with Joseph
the joiner patron of the happy demise of all unhappy marriagesPARCEQUE

M. LEO TAXIL NOUS A DIT QUE QUI L'AVAIT MISE DANS CETTE FICHUE POSITION
C'ETAIT LE SACRE PIGEONVENTRE DE DIEU! ENTWEDER transubstantiality ODER
consubstantiality but in no case subsubstantiality. And all cried out
upon it for a very scurvy word. A pregnancy without joyhe said
a birth without pangsa body without blemisha belly without bigness.
Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. With will will we withstand
withsay.

Hereupon Punch Costello dinged with his fist upon the board and
would sing a bawdy catch STABOO STABELLA about a wench that was put in
pod of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he did straightways now
attack: THE FIRST THREE MONTHS SHE WAS NOT WELLSTABOOwhen
here nurse Quigley from the door angerly bid them hist ye should
shame you nor was it not meet as she remembered them being her mind was
to have all orderly against lord Andrew came for because she was jealous
that no gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her guard. It was an
ancient and a sad matron of a sedate look and christian walkingin habit
dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visagenor did her hortative want
of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello was of them all embraided
and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with
menace of blandishments others whiles they all chode with hima murrain
seize the doltwhat a devil he would be atthou chuffthou punythou
got in peasestrawthou loselthou chitterlingthou spawn of a rebel
thou dykedroptthou abortion thouto shut up his drunken drool out
of that like a curse of God apethe good sir Leopold that had for his
cognisance the flower of quietmargerain gentleadvising also the
time's occasion as most sacred and most worthy to be most sacred.
In Horne's house rest should reign.

To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary in
Ecclesgoodly grinningasked young Stephen what was the reason why he
had not cided to take friar's vows and he answered him obedience in the
wombchastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days. Master
Lenehan at this made return that he had heard of those nefarious deeds and
howas he heard hereof countedhe had besmirched the lily virtue of a
confiding female which was corruption of minors and they all intershowed
it toowaxing merry and toasting to his fathership. But he said very
entirely it was clean contrary to their suppose for he was the eternal
son and ever virgin. Thereat mirth grew in them the more and they
rehearsed to him his curious rite of wedlock for the disrobing and
deflowering of spousesas the priests use in Madagascar islandshe
to be in guise of white and saffronher groom in white and grainwith
burning of nard and taperson a bridebed while clerks sung kyries
and the anthem UT NOVETUR SEXUS OMNIS CORPORIS MYSTERIUM till she was
there unmaided. He gave them then a much admirable hymen minim by those
delicate poets Master John Fletcher and Master Francis Beaumont that is
in their MAID'S TRAGEDY that was writ for a like twining of lovers: TO
BEDTO BED was the burden of it to be played with accompanable
concent upon the virginals. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of
most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous
flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium
of connubial communion. Well met they weresaid Master Dixonjoyed
butharkeeyoung sirbetter were they named Beau Mount and Lecher for
by my trothof such a mingling much might come. Young Stephen said
indeed to his best remembrance they had but the one doxy between them and
she of the stews to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran very
high in those days and the custom of the country approved with it. Greater
love than thishe saidno man hath that a man lay down his wife for his
friend. Go thou and do likewise. Thusor words to that effectsaith
Zarathustrasometime regius professor of French letters to the university
of Oxtail nor breathed there ever that man to whom mankind was more
beholden. Bring a stranger within thy tower it will go hard but thou wilt
have the secondbest bed. ORATEFRATRESPRO MEMETIPSO. And all the people
shall sayAmen. RememberErinthy generations and thy days of oldhow
thou settedst little by me and by my word and broughtedst in a stranger to
my gates to commit fornication in my sight and to wax fat and kick like
Jeshurum. Therefore hast thou sinned against my light and hast made me
thy lordto be the slave of servants. ReturnreturnClan Milly: forget
me notO Milesian. Why hast thou done this abomination before me that
thou didst spurn me for a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the
Roman and to the Indian of dark speech with whom thy daughters did lie
luxuriously? Look forth nowmy peopleupon the land of behesteven


from Horeb and from Nebo and from Pisgah and from the Horns of
Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. But thou hast suckled me
with a bitter milk: my moon and my sun thou hast quenched for ever. And
thou hast left me alone for ever in the dark ways of my bitterness: and
with a kiss of ashes hast thou kissed my mouth. This tenebrosity of
the interiorhe proceeded to sayhath not been illumined by the
wit of the septuagint nor so much as mentioned for the Orient from
on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was foraneous.
Assuefaction minorates atrocities (as Tully saith of his darling Stoics)
and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion.
The adiaphane in the noon of life is an Egypt's plague which in the
nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper UBI and
QUOMODO. And as the ends and ultimates of all things accord in some
mean and measure with their inceptions and originalsthat same
multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing
by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards
the final which is agreeable unto nature so is it with our subsolar
being. The aged sisters draw us into life: we wailbattensportclip
claspsunderdwindledie: over us dead they bend. Firstsaved from
waters of old Nileamong bulrushesa bed of fasciated wattles: at last
the cavity of a mountainan occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation
of the hillcat and the ossifrage. And as no man knows the ubicity
of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered nor
whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way is all hidden when we
would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our
whoness hath fetched his whenceness.

Thereto Punch Costello roared out mainly ETIENNE CHANSON but he
loudly bid themlowisdom hath built herself a housethis vast majestic
longstablished vaultthe crystal palace of the Creatorall in applepie
ordera penny for him who finds the pea.

BEHOLD THE MANSION REARED BY DEDAL JACK
SEE THE MALT STORED IN MANY A REFLUENT SACK
IN THE PROUD CIRQUE OF JACKJOHN'S BIVOUAC.


A black crack of noise in the street herealackbawled back. Loud on
left Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler. Came now the
storm that hist his heart. And Master Lynch bade him have a care to flout
and witwanton as the god self was angered for his hellprate and paganry.
And he that had erst challenged to be so doughty waxed wan as they might
all mark and shrank together and his pitch that was before so haught
uplift was now of a sudden quite plucked down and his heart shook within
the cage of his breast as he tasted the rumour of that storm. Then did
some mock and some jeer and Punch Costello fell hard again to his yale
which Master Lenehan vowed he would do after and he was indeed but a word
and a blow on any the least colour. But the braggart boaster cried that an
old Nobodaddy was in his cups it was muchwhat indifferent and he would
not lag behind his lead. But this was only to dye his desperation as cowed
he crouched in Horne's hall. He drank indeed at one draught to pluck up a
heart of any grace for it thundered long rumblingly over all the heavens
so that Master Maddenbeing godly certain whilesknocked him on his ribs
upon that crack of doom and Master Bloomat the braggart's sidespoke to
him calming words to slumber his great fearadvertising how it was no
other thing but a hubbub noise that he heardthe discharge of fluid from
the thunderheadlook youhaving taken placeand all of the order of a
natural phenomenon.

But was young Boasthard's fear vanquished by Calmer's words? No
for he had in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not by words
be done away. And was he then neither calm like the one nor godly like the
other? He was neither as much as he would have liked to be either. But


could he not have endeavoured to have found again as in his youth the
bottle Holiness that then he lived withal? Indeed no for Grace was not
there to find that bottle. Heard he then in that clap the voice of the god
Bringforth orwhat Calmer saida hubbub of Phenomenon? Heard? Why
he could not but hear unless he had plugged him up the tube Understanding
(which he had not done). For through that tube he saw that he was in the
land of Phenomenon where he must for a certain one day die as he was like
the rest too a passing show. And would he not accept to die like the rest
and pass away? By no means would he though he must nor would he make
more shows according as men do with wives which Phenomenon has
commanded them to do by the book Law. Then wotted he nought of that other
land which is called Believe-on-Methat is the land of promise which
behoves to the king Delightful and shall be for ever where there is no
death and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come as
many as believe on it? YesPious had told him of that land and Chaste had
pointed him to the way but the reason was that in the way he fell in with
a certain whore of an eyepleasing exterior whose nameshe saidis
Bird-in-the-Hand and she beguiled him wrongways from the true path by
her flatteries that she said to him asHoyou pretty manturn aside
hither and I will show you a brave placeand she lay at him so
flatteringly that she had him in her grot which is named Two-in-the-Bush
orby some learnedCarnal Concupiscence.

This was it what all that company that sat there at commons in Manse
of Mothers the most lusted after and if they met with this whore
Bird-in-the-Hand (which was within all foul plaguesmonsters and a
wicked devil) they would strain the last but they would make at her and
know her. For regarding Believe-on-Me they said it was nought else but
notion and they could conceive no thought of it forfirst
Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was the very goodliest grot and
in it were four pillows on which were four tickets with these words
printed on themPickaback and Topsyturvy and Shameface and Cheek
by Jowl andsecondfor that foul plague Allpox and the monsters
they cared not for them for Preservative had given them a stout
shield of oxengut andthirdthat they might take no hurt neither
from Offspring that was that wicked devil by virtue of this same
shield which was named Killchild. So were they all in their blind
fancyMr Cavil and Mr Sometimes GodlyMr Ape SwillaleMr False
FranklinMr Dainty DixonYoung Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer.
WhereinO wretched companywere ye all deceived for that was the voice
of the god that was in a very grievous rage that he would presently lift
his arm up and spill their souls for their abuses and their spillings done
by them contrariwise to his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth.

So Thursday sixteenth June Patk. Dignam laid in clay of an apoplexy
and after hard droughtplease Godraineda bargeman coming in by water
a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sproutfields
athirstvery sadcoloured and stunk mightilythe quags and tofts too.
Hard to breathe and all the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle
this long while back as no man remembered to be without. The rosy buds all
gone brown and spread out blobs and on the hills nought but dry flag and
faggots that would catch at first fire. All the world sayingfor aught
they knewthe big wind of last February a year that did havoc the land so
pitifully a small thing beside this barrenness. But by and byas said
this evening after sundownthe wind sitting in the westbiggish swollen
clouds to be seen as the night increased and the weatherwise poring
up at them and some sheet lightnings at first and afterpast ten of
the clockone great stroke with a long thunder and in a brace of shakes
all scamper pellmell within door for the smoking showerthe men making
shelter for their straws with a clout or kerchiefwomenfolk
skipping off with kirtles catched up soon as the pour came. In Ely place
Baggot streetDuke's lawnthence through Merrion green up to Holles
street a swash of water flowing that was before bonedry and not one
chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more crack after that first.


Over against the Rt. Hon. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon's door (that is
to sit with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the college lands) Mal. Mulligan
a gentleman's gentleman that had but come from Mr Moore's the
writer's (that was a papish but is nowfolk saya good Williamite)
chanced against Alec. Bannon in a cut bob (which are now in with dance
cloaks of Kendal green) that was new got to town from Mullingar with
the stage where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay a month yet till
Saint Swithin and asks what in the earth he does therehe bound home and
he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to crush a cup of wineso he said
but would tell him of a skittish heiferbig of her age and beef to the
heeland all this while poured with rain and so both together on to
Horne's. There Leop. Bloom of Crawford's journal sitting snug with a covey
of wagslikely brangling fellowsDixon jun.scholar of my lady of
Mercy'sVin. Lyncha Scots fellowWill. MaddenT. Lenehanvery sad
about a racer he fancied and Stephen D. Leop. Bloom there for a languor he
had but was now betterbe having dreamed tonight a strange fancy of his
dame Mrs Moll with red slippers on in a pair of Turkey trunks which is
thought by those in ken to be for a change and Mistress Purefoy there
that got in through pleading her bellyand now on the stoolspoor body
two days past her termthe midwives sore put to it and can't deliver
she queasy for a bowl of riceslop that is a shrewd drier up of the
insides and her breath very heavy more than good and should be a
bullyboy from the knocksthey saybut God give her soon issue.
'Tis her ninth chick to liveI hearand Lady day bit off her last
chick's nails that was then a twelvemonth and with other three
all breastfed that died written out in a fair hand in the king's
bible. Her hub fifty odd and a methodist but takes the sacrament and is to
be seen any fair sabbath with a pair of his boys off Bullock harbour
dapping on the sound with a heavybraked reel or in a punt he has trailing
for flounder and pollock and catches a fine bagI hear. In sum an
infinite great fall of rain and all refreshed and will much increase the
harvest yet those in ken say after wind and water fire shall come for a
prognostication of Malachi's almanac (and I hear that Mr Russell has done
a prophetical charm of the same gist out of the Hindustanish for his
farmer's gazette) to have three things in all but this a mere fetch
without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are
found in the right guess with their queerities no telling how.

With this came up Lenehan to the feet of the table to say how the
letter was in that night's gazette and he made a show to find it about him
(for he swore with an oath that he had been at pains about it) but on
Stephen's persuasion he gave over the search and was bidden to sit near by
which he did mighty brisk. He was a kind of sport gentleman that went for
a merryandrew or honest pickle and what belonged of womenhorseflesh or
hot scandal he had it pat. To tell the truth he was mean in fortunes and
for the most part hankered about the coffeehouses and low taverns with
crimpsostlersbookiesPaul's menrunnersflatcapswaistcoateers
ladies of the bagnio and other rogues of the game or with a chanceable
catchpole or a tipstaff often at nights till broad day of whom he picked
up between his sackpossets much loose gossip. He took his ordinary at a
boilingcook's and if he had but gotten into him a mess of broken victuals
or a platter of tripes with a bare tester in his purse he could always
bring himself off with his tonguesome randy quip he had from a punk or
whatnot that every mother's son of them would burst their sides.
The otherCostello that ishearing this talk asked was it poetry
or a tale. Faithnohe saysFrank (that was his name)'tis all
about Kerry cows that are to be butchered along of the plague.
But they can go hangsays he with a winkfor me with their bully beef
a pox on it. There's as good fish in this tin as ever came out of it and
very friendly he offered to take of some salty sprats that stood by which
he had eyed wishly in the meantime and found the place which was indeed
the chief design of his embassy as he was sharpset. MORT AUX VACHESsays
Frank then in the French language that had been indentured to a
brandyshipper that has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he spoke French like a


gentleman too. From a child this Frank had been a donought that his
fathera headboroughwho could ill keep him to school to learn his
letters and the use of the globesmatriculated at the university to study
the mechanics but he took the bit between his teeth like a raw colt and
was more familiar with the justiciary and the parish beadle than with his
volumes. One time he would be a playactorthen a sutler or a welsher
then nought would keep him from the bearpit and the cocking mainthen he
was for the ocean sea or to hoof it on the roads with the romany folk
kidnapping a squire's heir by favour of moonlight or fecking maids' linen
or choking chicken behind a hedge. He had been off as many times as a cat
has lives and back again with naked pockets as many more to his father the
headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he saw him. Whatsays
Mr Leopold with his hands acrossthat was earnest to know the drift of
itwill they slaughter all? I protest I saw them but this day morning
going to the Liverpool boatssays he. I can scarce believe 'tis so bad
says he. And he had experience of the like brood beasts and of springers
greasy hoggets and wether woolhaving been some years before actuary for
Mr Joseph Cuffea worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for live stock
and meadow auctions hard by Mr Gavin Low's yard in Prussia street.
I question with you theresays he. More like 'tis the hoose or
the timber tongue. Mr Stephena little moved but very handsomely
told him no such matter and that he had dispatches from the emperor's
chief tailtickler thanking him for the hospitalitythat was
sending over Doctor Rinderpestthe bestquoted cowcatcher in all
Muscovywith a bolus or two of physic to take the bull by
the horns. Comecomesays Mr Vincentplain dealing. He'll find himself
on the horns of a dilemma if he meddles with a bull that's Irishsays he.
Irish by name and irish by naturesays Mr Stephenand he sent the ale
purling aboutan Irish bull in an English chinashop. I conceive yousays
Mr Dixon. It is that same bull that was sent to our island by farmer
Nicholasthe bravest cattlebreeder of them allwith an emerald
ring in his nose. True for yousays Mr Vincent cross the table
and a bullseye into the bargainsays heand a plumper and a portlier
bullsays henever shit on shamrock. He had horns galorea coat of
cloth of gold and a sweet smoky breath coming out of his nostrils so
that the women of our islandleaving doughballs and rollingpins
followed after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains.
What for thatsays Mr Dixonbut before he came over farmer
Nicholas that was a eunuch had him properly gelded by a college of doctors
who were no better off than himself. So be off nowsays heand do all my
cousin german the lord Harry tells you and take a farmer's blessingand
with that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. But the slap and the
blessing stood him friendsays Mr Vincentfor to make up he taught him a
trick worth two of the other so that maidwifeabbess and widow to this
day affirm that they would rather any time of the month whisper in his ear
in the dark of a cowhouse or get a lick on the nape from his long holy
tongue than lie with the finest strapping young ravisher in the four
fields of all Ireland. Another then put in his word: And they dressed him
says hein a point shift and petticoat with a tippet and girdle and
ruffles on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over
with spermacetic oil and built stables for him at every turn of the
road with a gold manger in each full of the best hay in the market
so that he could doss and dung to his heart's content. By this time
the father of the faithful (for so they called him) was grown so
heavy that he could scarce walk to pasture. To remedy which our
cozening dames and damsels brought him his fodder in their apronlaps
and as soon as his belly was full he would rear up on his hind uarters
to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of him in bulls'
language and they all after him. Aysays anotherand so pampered was he
that he would suffer nought to grow in all the land but green grass for
himself (for that was the only colour to his mind) and there was a board
put up on a hillock in the middle of the island with a printed notice
saying: By the Lord HarryGreen is the grass that grows on the ground.
Andsays Mr Dixonif ever he got scent of a cattleraider in Roscommon


or the wilds of Connemara or a husbandman in Sligo that was sowing
as much as a handful of mustard or a bag of rapeseed out he'd run
amok over half the countryside rooting up with his horns whatever
was planted and all by lord Harry's orders. There was bad blood between
them at firstsays Mr Vincentand the lord Harry called farmer
Nicholas all the old Nicks in the world and an old whoremaster that
kept seven trulls in his house and I'll meddle in his matters
says he. I'll make that animal smell hellsays hewith the help
of that good pizzle my father left me. But one eveningsays Mr
Dixonwhen the lord Harry was cleaning his royal pelt to go to dinner
after winning a boatrace (he had spade oars for himself but the first rule
of the course was that the others were to row with pitchforks)
he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a bull and on picking
up a blackthumbed chapbook that he kept in the pantry he found sure
enough that he was a lefthanded descendant of the famous champion bull
of the RomansBOS BOVUMwhich is good bog Latin for boss of the
show. After thatsays Mr Vincentthe lord Harry put his head into
a cow's drinkingtrough in the presence of all his courtiers and
pulling it out again told them all his new name. Thenwith the water
running off himhe got into an old smock and skirt that had
belonged to his grandmother and bought a grammar of the bulls'
language to study but he could never learn a word of it except the first
personal pronoun which he copied out big and got off by heart and if ever
he went out for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it upon
what took his fancythe side of a rock or a teahouse table or a bale of
cotton or a corkfloat. In shorthe and the bull of Ireland were soon as
fast friends as an arse and a shirt. They weresays Mr Stephenand the
end was that the men of the island seeing no help was towardas the
ungrate women were all of one mindmade a wherry raftloaded themselves
and their bundles of chattels on shipboardset all masts erectmanned
the yardssprang their luffheaved tospread three sheets in the wind
put her head between wind and waterweighed anchorported her helmran
up the jolly Rogergave three times threelet the bullgine runpushed
off in their bumboat and put to sea to recover the main of America.
Which was the occasionsays Mr Vincentof the composing by a boatswain
of that rollicking chanty:

--POPE PETER'S BUT A PISSABED.
A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT.


Our worthy acquaintance Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the doorway
as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a friend
whom he had just rencountereda young gentlemanhis name Alec Bannon
who had late come to townit being his intention to buy a colour or a
cornetcy in the fencibles and list for the wars. Mr Mulligan was civil
enough to express some relish of it all the more as it jumped with a
project of his own for the cure of the very evil that had been touched on.
Whereat he handed round to the company a set of pasteboard cards which he
had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair
italics: MR MALACHI MULLIGAN. FERTILISER AND INCUBATOR. LAMBAY ISLAND. His
projectas he went on to expoundwas to withdraw from the round of idle
pleasures such as form the chief business of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir
Milksop Quidnunc in town and to devote himself to the noblest task for
which our bodily organism has been framed. Welllet us hear of itgood
my friendsaid Mr Dixon. I make no doubt it smacks of wenching. Comebe
seatedboth. 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing. Mr Mulligan accepted of
the invitation andexpatiating upon his designtold his hearers that he
had been led into this thought by a consideration of the causes of
sterilityboth the inhibitory and the prohibitorywhether the inhibition
in its turn were due to conjugal vexations or to a parsimony of the
balance as well as whether the prohibition proceeded from defects
congenital or from proclivities acquired. It grieved him plaguilyhe


saidto see the nuptial couch defrauded of its dearest pledges: and to
reflect upon so many agreeable females with rich jointuresa prey to the
vilest bonzeswho hide their flambeau under a bushel in an uncongenial
cloister or lose their womanly bloom in the embraces of some unaccountable
muskin when they might multiply the inlets of happinesssacrificing the
inestimable jewel of their sex when a hundred pretty fellows were
at hand to caressthishe assured themmade his heart weep.
To curb this inconvenient (which he concluded due to a suppression
of latent heat)having advised with certain counsellors of worth
and inspected into this matterhe had resolved to purchase in fee
simple for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its holder
lord Talbot de Malahidea Tory gentleman of note much in favour with our
ascendancy party. He proposed to set up there a national fertilising farm
to be named OMPHALOS with an obelisk hewn and erected after the fashion of
Egypt and to offer his dutiful yeoman services for the fecundation of any
female of what grade of life soever who should there direct to him with
the desire of fulfilling the functions of her natural. Money was no
objecthe saidnor would he take a penny for his pains. The poorest
kitchenwench no less than the opulent lady of fashionif so be their
constructions and their tempers were warm persuaders for their petitions
would find in him their man. For his nutriment he shewed how he would
feed himself exclusively upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and
coneys therethe flesh of these latter prolific rodents being highly
recommended for his purposeboth broiled and stewed with a blade of
mace and a pod or two of capsicum chillies. After this homily which he
delivered with much warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan in a trice put off
from his hat a kerchief with which he had shielded it. They bothit
seemshad been overtaken by the rain and for all their mending their pace
had taken wateras might be observed by Mr Mulligan's smallclothes of a
hodden grey which was now somewhat piebald. His project meanwhile was
very favourably entertained by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from
all though Mr Dixon of Mary's excepted to itasking with a finicking air
did he purpose also to carry coals to Newcastle. Mr Mulligan however made
court to the scholarly by an apt quotation from the classics whichas
it dwelt upon his memoryseemed to him a sound and tasteful support of
his contention: TALIS AC TANTA DEPRAVATIO HUJUS SECULIO QUIRITESUT
MATRESFAMILIARUM NOSTRAE LASCIVAS CUJUSLIBET SEMIVIRI LIBICI TITILLATIONES
TESTIBUS PONDEROSIS ATQUE EXCELSIS ERECTIONIBUS CENTURIONUM ROMANORUM
MAGNOPERE ANTEPONUNTwhile for those of ruder wit he drove home his
point by analogies of the animal kingdom more suitable to their stomach
the buck and doe of the forest gladethe farmyard drake and duck.

Valuing himself not a little upon his elegancebeing indeed a proper
man of personthis talkative now applied himself to his dress with
animadversions of some heat upon the sudden whimsy of the atmospherics
while the company lavished their encomiums upon the project he had
advanced. The young gentlemanhis friendoverjoyed as he was at a
passage that had late befallen himcould not forbear to tell it
his nearest neighbour. Mr Mulligannow perceiving the tableasked for
whom were those loaves and fishes andseeing the strangerhe made him
a civil bow and saidPraysirwas you in need of any professional
assistance we could give? Whoupon his offerthanked him very heartily
though preserving his proper distanceand replied that he was come
there about a ladynow an inmate of Horne's housethat was in an
interesting conditionpoor bodyfrom woman's woe (and here he fetched
a deep sigh) to know if her happiness had yet taken place. Mr Dixon
to turn the tabletook on to ask of Mr Mulligan himself whether his
incipient ventripotenceupon which he rallied himbetokened an
ovoblastic gestation in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due
as with the noted physicianMr Austin Meldonto a wolf in the stomach.
For answer Mr Mulliganin a gale of laughter at his smalls
smote himself bravely below the diaphragmexclaiming with an
admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan (the most excellent creature of her
sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop): There's a belly that never bore a


bastard. This was so happy a conceit that it renewed the storm of mirth
and threw the whole room into the most violent agitations of delight. The
spry rattle had run on in the same vein of mimicry but for some larum
in the antechamber.

Here the listener who was none other than the Scotch studenta little
fume of a fellowblond as towcongratulated in the liveliest fashion with
the young gentleman andinterrupting the narrative at a salient point
having desired his visavis with a polite beck to have the obligingness to pass
him a flagon of cordial waters at the same time by a questioning poise of the
head (a whole century of polite breeding had not achieved so nice a gesture)
to which was united an equivalent but contrary balance of the bottle asked
the narrator as plainly as was ever done in words if he might treat him with
a cup of it. MAIS BIEN SURnoble strangersaid he cheerilyET MILLE
COMPLIMENTS. That you may and very opportunely. There wanted nothing
but this cup to crown my felicity. Butgracious heavenwas I left with but a
crust in my wallet and a cupful of water from the wellmy GodI would
accept of them and find it in my heart to kneel down upon the ground and
give thanks to the powers above for the happiness vouchsafed me by the
Giver of good things. With these words he approached the goblet to his lips
took a complacent draught of the cordialslicked his hair andopening his
bosomout popped a locket that hung from a silk ribandthat very picture
which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein. Gazing
upon those features with a world of tendernessAhMonsieurhe saidhad
you but beheld her as I did with these eyes at that affecting instant with her
dainty tucker and her new coquette cap (a gift for her feastday as she told
me prettily) in such an artless disorderof so melting a tenderness'pon my
conscienceeven youMonsieurhad been impelled by generous nature to
deliver yourself wholly into the hands of such an enemy or to quit the field
for ever. I declareI was never so touched in all my life. GodI thank thee
as the Author of my days! Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a
creature will bless with her favours. A sigh of affection gave eloquence to
these words andhaving replaced the locket in his bosomhe wiped his eye
and sighed again. Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures
how great and universal must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can
hold in thrall the free and the bondthe simple swain and the polished
coxcombthe lover in the heyday of reckless passion and the husband of
maturer years. But indeedsirI wander from the point. How mingled and
imperfect are all our sublunary joys. Maledicity! he exclaimed in anguish.
Would to God that foresight had but remembered me to take my cloak
along! I could weep to think of it. Thenthough it had poured seven
showerswe were neither of us a penny the worse. But beshrew mehe
criedclapping hand to his foreheadtomorrow will be a new day and
thousand thundersI know of a MARCHAND DE CAPOTESMonsieur Poyntz
from whom I can have for a livre as snug a cloak of the French fashion as
ever kept a lady from wetting. Tuttut! cries Le Fecondateurtripping in
my friend Monsieur Moorethat most accomplished traveller (I have just
cracked a half bottle AVEC LUI in a circle of the best wits of the town)
is my authority that in Cape HornVENTRE BICHEthey have a rain that will
wet through anyeven the stoutest cloak. A drenching of that violencehe
tells meSANS BLAGUEhas sent more than one luckless fellow in good earnest
posthaste to another world. Pooh! A LIVRE! cries Monsieur Lynch. The
clumsy things are dear at a sou. One umbrellawere it no bigger than a
fairy mushroomis worth ten such stopgaps. No woman of any wit would
wear one. My dear Kitty told me today that she would dance in a deluge
before ever she would starve in such an ark of salvation foras she
reminded me (blushing piquantly and whispering in my ear though there
was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies)dame Natureby the
divine blessinghas implanted it in our hearts and it has become a
household word that IL Y A DEUX CHOSES for which the innocence of our
original garbin other circumstances a breach of the proprietiesis the
fittestnaythe only garment. The firstsaid she (and here my pretty
philosopheras I handed her to her tilburyto fix my attentiongently
tipped with her tongue the outer chamber of my ear)the first is a


bath ... But at this point a bell tinkling in the hall cut short a
discourse which promised so bravely for the enrichment of our store of
knowledge.

Amid the general vacant hilarity of the assembly a bell rang and
while all were conjecturing what might be the causeMiss Callan entered
andhaving spoken a few words in a low tone to young Mr Dixonretired
with a profound bow to the company. The presence even for a moment
among a party of debauchees of a woman endued with every quality of
modesty and not less severe than beautiful refrained the humourous sallies
even of the most licentious but her departure was the signal for an outbreak
of ribaldry. Strike me sillysaid Costelloa low fellow who was fuddled. A
monstrous fine bit of cowflesh! I'll be sworn she has rendezvoused you.
Whatyou dog? Have you a way with them? Gad's budimmensely sosaid
Mr Lynch. The bedside manner it is that they use in the Mater hospice.
Demmedoes not Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under the chin. As
I look to be saved I had it from my Kitty who has been wardmaid there any
time these seven months. Lawksamercydoctorcried the young blood in
the primrose vestfeigning a womanish simper and with immodest
squirmings of his bodyhow you do tease a body! Drat the man! Bless me
I'm all of a wibbly wobbly. Whyyou're as bad as dear little Father
Cantekissemthat you are! May this pot of four half choke mecried
Costelloif she aint in the family way. I knows a lady what's got a white
swelling quick as I claps eyes on her. The young surgeonhoweverrose
and begged the company to excuse his retreat as the nurse had just then
informed him that he was needed in the ward. Merciful providence had
been pleased to put a period to the sufferings of the lady who was ENCEINTE
which she had borne with a laudable fortitude and she had given birth to a
bouncing boy. I want patiencesaid hewith those whowithout wit to
enliven or learning to instructrevile an ennobling profession whichsaving
the reverence due to the Deityis the greatest power for happiness upon the
earth. I am positive when I say that if need were I could produce a cloud of
witnesses to the excellence of her noble exercitations whichso far from
being a bywordshould be a glorious incentive in the human breast. I
cannot away with them. What? Malign such an onethe amiable Miss
Callanwho is the lustre of her own sex and the astonishment of ours? And
at an instant the most momentous that can befall a puny child of clay?
Perish the thought! I shudder to think of the future of a race where the
seeds of such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is
rendered to mother and maid in house of Horne. Having delivered himself
of this rebuke he saluted those present on the by and repaired to the door.
A murmur of approval arose from all and some were for ejecting the low
soaker without more adoa design which would have been effected nor
would he have received more than his bare deserts had he not abridged his
transgression by affirming with a horrid imprecation (for he swore a round
hand) that he was as good a son of the true fold as ever drew breath. Stap
my vitalssaid hethem was always the sentiments of honest Frank Costello
which I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy mother
that had the best hand to a rolypoly or a hasty pudding as you ever see what
I always looks back on with a loving heart.

To revert to Mr Bloom whoafter his first entryhad been conscious
of some impudent mocks which he however had borne with as being the
fruits of that age upon which it is commonly charged that it knows not pity.
The young sparksit is truewere as full of extravagancies as overgrown
children: the words of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly
understood and not often nice: their testiness and outrageous MOTS were
such that his intellects resiled from: nor were they scrupulously sensible of
the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in their
behalf. But the word of Mr Costello was an unwelcome language for him
for he nauseated the wretch that seemed to him a cropeared creature of a
misshapen gibbosityborn out of wedlock and thrust like a crookback
toothed and feet first into the worldwhich the dint of the surgeon's pliers
in his skull lent indeed a colour toso as to put him in thought of that


missing link of creation's chain desiderated by the late ingenious Mr
Darwin. It was now for more than the middle span of our allotted years
that he had passed through the thousand vicissitudes of existence andbeing
of a wary ascendancy and self a man of rare forecasthe had enjoined his
heart to repress all motions of a rising choler andby intercepting them with
the readiest precautionfoster within his breast that plenitude of sufferance
which base minds jeer atrash judgers scorn and all find tolerable and but
tolerable. To those who create themselves wits at the cost of feminine
delicacy (a habit of mind which he never did hold with) to them he would
concede neither to bear the name nor to herit the tradition of a proper
breeding: while for such thathaving lost all forbearancecan lose no more
there remained the sharp antidote of experience to cause their insolency to
beat a precipitate and inglorious retreat. Not but what he could feel with
mettlesome youth whichcaring nought for the mows of dotards or the
gruntlings of the severeis ever (as the chaste fancy of the Holy Writer
expresses it) for eating of the tree forbid it yet not so far forth as to
pretermit humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman
when she was about her lawful occasions. To concludewhile from the
sister's words he had reckoned upon a speedy delivery he washoweverit
must be ownednot a little alleviated by the intelligence that the issue so
auspicated after an ordeal of such duress now testified once more to the
mercy as well as to the bounty of the Supreme Being.

Accordingly he broke his mind to his neighboursaying thatto
express his notion of the thinghis opinion (who ought not perchance to
express one) was that one must have a cold constitution and a frigid genius
not to be rejoiced by this freshest news of the fruition of her confinement
since she had been in such pain through no fault of hers. The dressy young
blade said it was her husband's that put her in that expectation or at least
it ought to be unless she were another Ephesian matron. I must acquaint you
said Mr Crotthersclapping on the table so as to evoke a resonant comment
of emphasisold Glory Allelujurum was round again todayan elderly man
with dundreariespreferring through his nose a request to have word of
Wilhelminamy lifeas he calls her. I bade him hold himself in readiness for
that the event would burst anon. 'SlifeI'll be round with you. I cannot but
extol the virile potency of the old bucko that could still knock another child
out of her. All fell to praising of iteach after his own fashionthough the
same young blade held with his former view that another than her conjugial
had been the man in the gapa clerk in ordersa linkboy (virtuous) or an
itinerant vendor of articles needed in every household. Singularcommuned
the guest with himselfthe wonderfully unequal faculty of metempsychosis
possessed by themthat the puerperal dormitory and the dissecting theatre
should be the seminaries of such frivolitythat the mere acquisition of
academic titles should suffice to transform in a pinch of time these votaries
of levity into exemplary practitioners of an art which most men anywise
eminent have esteemed the noblest. Buthe further addedit is mayhap to
relieve the pentup feelings that in common oppress them for I have more
than once observed that birds of a feather laugh together.

But with what fitnesslet it be asked of the noble lordhis patronhas
this alienwhom the concession of a gracious prince has admitted to civic
rightsconstituted himself the lord paramount of our internal polity? Where
is now that gratitude which loyalty should have counselled? During the
recent war whenever the enemy had a temporary advantage with his
granados did this traitor to his kind not seize that moment to discharge his
piece against the empire of which he is a tenant at will while he trembled for
the security of his four per cents? Has he forgotten this as he forgets all
benefits received? Or is it that from being a deluder of others he has become
at last his own dupe as he isif report belie him nothis own and his only
enjoyer? Far be it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a respectable
ladythe daughter of a gallant majoror to cast the most distant reflections
upon her virtue but if he challenges attention there (as it was indeed highly
his interest not to have done) then be it so. Unhappy womanshe has been
too long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to listen to


his objurgations with any other feeling than the derision of the desperate.
He says thisa censor of moralsa very pelican in his pietywho did not
scrupleoblivious of the ties of natureto attempt illicit intercourse with
a female domestic drawn from the lowest strata of society! Nayhad the
hussy's scouringbrush not been her tutelary angelit had gone with her as
hard as with Hagarthe Egyptian! In the question of the grazing lands his
peevish asperity is notorious and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him
from an indignant rancher a scathing retort couched in terms as
straightforward as they were bucolic. It ill becomes him to preach that
gospel. Has he not nearer home a seedfield that lies fallow for the want of
the ploughshare? A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an
opprobrium in middle life. If he must dispense his balm of Gilead in
nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation
of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the doctrines
that now engross him. His marital breast is the repository of secrets which
decorum is reluctant to adduce. The lewd suggestions of some faded beauty
may console him for a consort neglected and debauched but this new
exponent of morals and healer of ills is at his best an exotic tree which
when rooted in its native orientthrove and flourished and was abundant in
balm buttransplanted to a clime more temperateits roots have lost their
quondam vigour while the stuff that comes away from it is stagnantacid
and inoperative.

The news was imparted with a circumspection recalling the
ceremonial usage of the Sublime Porte by the second female infirmarian to
the junior medical officer in residencewho in his turn announced to the
delegation that an heir had been bornWhen he had betaken himself to the
women's apartment to assist at the prescribed ceremony of the afterbirth in
the presence of the secretary of state for domestic affairs and the members
of the privy councilsilent in unanimous exhaustion and approbation the
delegateschafing under the length and solemnity of their vigil and hoping
that the joyful occurrence would palliate a licence which the simultaneous
absence of abigail and obstetrician rendered the easierbroke out at once
into a strife of tongues. In vain the voice of Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard
endeavouring to urgeto mollifyto refrain. The moment was too propitious
for the display of that discursiveness which seemed the only bond of union
among tempers so divergent. Every phase of the situation was successively
eviscerated: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothersthe Caesarean
sectionposthumity with respect to the father andthat rarer formwith
respect to the motherthe fratricidal case known as the Childs Murder and
rendered memorable by the impassioned plea of Mr Advocate Bushe which
secured the acquittal of the wrongfully accusedthe rights of primogeniture
and king's bounty touching twins and tripletsmiscarriages and
infanticidessimulated or dissimulatedthe acardiac FOETUS IN FOETU and
aprosopia due to a congestionthe agnathia of certain chinless Chinamen
(cited by Mr Candidate Mulligan) in consequence of defective reunion of
the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that (as he said) one ear could
hear what the other spokethe benefits of anesthesia or twilight sleepthe
prolongation of labour pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of pressure
on the veinthe premature relentment of the amniotic fluid (as exemplified
in the actual case) with consequent peril of sepsis to the matrixartificial
insemination by means of syringesinvolution of the womb consequent
upon the menopausethe problem of the perpetration of the species in the
case of females impregnated by delinquent rapethat distressing manner of
delivery called by the Brandenburghers STURZGEBURTthe recorded instances
of multiseminaltwikindled and monstrous births conceived during the
catamenic period or of consanguineous parents--in a word all the cases of
human nativity which Aristotle has classified in his masterpiece with
chromolithographic illustrations. The gravest problems of obstetrics and
forensic medicine were examined with as much animation as the most
popular beliefs on the state of pregnancy such as the forbidding to a gravid
woman to step over a countrystile lestby her movementthe navelcord
should strangle her creature and the injunction upon her in the event of a
yearningardently and ineffectually entertainedto place her hand against


that part of her person which long usage has consecrated as the seat of
castigation. The abnormalities of harelipbreastmolesupernumerary digits
negro's inklestrawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a
PRIMA FACIE and natural hypothetical explanation of those swineheaded (the
case of Madame Grissel Steevens was not forgotten) or doghaired infants
occasionally born. The hypothesis of a plasmic memoryadvanced by the
Caledonian envoy and worthy of the metaphysical traditions of the land he
stood forenvisaged in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at
some stage antecedent to the human. An outlandish delegate sustained
against both these viewswith such heat as almost carried convictionthe
theory of copulation between women and the males of bruteshis authority
being his own avouchment in support of fables such as that of the Minotaur
which the genius of the elegant Latin poet has handed down to us in the
pages of his Metamorphoses. The impression made by his words was
immediate but shortlived. It was effaced as easily as it had been evoked by
an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in that vein of pleasantry which
none better than he knew how to affectpostulating as the supremest object
of desire a nice clean old man. Contemporaneouslya heated argument
having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Candidate Lynch
regarding the juridical and theological dilemma created in the event of one
Siamese twin predeceasing the otherthe difficulty by mutual consent was
referred to Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Coadjutor
Deacon Dedalus. Hitherto silentwhether the better to show by
preternatural gravity that curious dignity of the garb with which he was
invested or in obedience to an inward voicehe delivered briefly andas
some thoughtperfunctorily the ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to
put asunder what God has joined.

But Malachias' tale began to freeze them with horror. He conjured up the
scene before them. The secret panel beside the chimney slid back and in
the recess appeared ... Haines! Which of us did not feel his flesh creep!
He had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one handin the other a
phial marked POISON. Surprisehorrorloathing were depicted on
all faces while he eyed them with a ghostly grin. I anticipated
some such receptionhe began with an eldritch laughfor which
it seemshistory is to blame. Yesit is true. I am the murderer of
Samuel Childs. And how I am punished! The inferno has no terrors
for me. This is the appearance is on me. Tare and ageswhat way would
I be resting at allhe muttered thicklyand I tramping Dublin this
while back with my share of songs and himself after me the like of
a soulth or a bullawurrus? My helland Ireland'sis in this life.
It is what I tried to obliterate my crime. Distractionsrookshooting
the Erse language (he recited some)laudanum (he raised the phial to his
lips)camping out. In vain! His spectre stalks me. Dope is my only
hope ... Ah! Destruction! The black panther! With a cry he suddenly
vanished and the panel slid back. An instant later his head appeared
in the door opposite and said: Meet me at Westland Row station at
ten past eleven. He was gone. Tears gushed from the eyes of the
dissipated host. The seer raised his hand to heavenmurmuring:
The vendetta of Mananaun! The sage repeated: LEX TALIONIS. The
sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense
debtorship for a thing done. Malachiasovercome by emotionceased.
The mystery was unveiled. Haines was the third brother. His real
name was Childs. The black panther was himself the ghost of his own
father. He drank drugs to obliterate. For this relief much thanks. The
lonely house by the graveyard is uninhabited. No soul will live there. The
spider pitches her web in the solitude. The nocturnal rat peers from his
hole. A curse is on it. It is haunted. Murderer's ground.

What is the age of the soul of man? As she hath the virtue of the
chameleon to change her hue at every new approachto be gay with the
merry and mournful with the downcastso too is her age changeable as her
mood. No longer is Leopoldas he sits thereruminatingchewing the cud
of reminiscencethat staid agent of publicity and holder of a modest


substance in the funds. A score of years are blown away. He is young
Leopold. Thereas in a retrospective arrangementa mirror within a mirror
(heypresto!)he beholdeth himself. That young figure of then is seen
precociously manlywalking on a nipping morning from the old house in
Clanbrassil street to the high schoolhis booksatchel on him bandolierwise
and in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loafa mother's thought. Or it is the
same figurea year or so gone overin his first hard hat (ahthat was a
day!)already on the roada fullfledged traveller for the family firm
equipped with an orderbooka scented handkerchief (not for show only)
his case of bright trinketware (alas! a thing now of the past!) and a
quiverful of compliant smiles for this or that halfwon housewife reckoning
it out upon her fingertips or for a budding virginshyly acknowledging (but
the heart? tell me!) his studied baisemoins. The scentthe smilebutmore
than thesethe dark eyes and oleaginous addressbrought home at duskfall
many a commission to the head of the firmseated with Jacob's pipe after
like labours in the paternal ingle (a meal of noodlesyou may be sureis
aheating)reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the
Europe of a month before. But heyprestothe mirror is breathed on and
the young knighterrant recedesshrivelsdwindles to a tiny speck within the
mist. Now he is himself paternal and these about him might be his sons.
Who can say? The wise father knows his own child. He thinks of a
drizzling night in Hatch streethard by the bonded stores therethe first.
Together (she is a poor waifa child of shameyours and mine and of all for
a bare shilling and her luckpenny)together they hear the heavy tread of the
watch as two raincaped shadows pass the new royal university. Bridie!
Bridie Kelly! He will never forget the nameever remember the night: first
nightthe bridenight. They are entwined in nethermost darknessthe willer
with the willedand in an instant (FIAT!) light shall flood the world. Did
heart leap to heart? Nayfair reader. In a breath 'twas done but--hold!
Back! It must not be! In terror the poor girl flees away through the murk.
She is the bride of darknessa daughter of night. She dare not bear the
sunnygolden babe of day. NoLeopold. Name and memory solace thee not.
That youthful illusion of thy strength was taken from thee--and in vain.
No son of thy loins is by thee. There is none now to be for Leopoldwhat
Leopold was for Rudolph.

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the
infinite of space: and swiftlysilently the soul is wafted over regions of
cycles of generations that have lived. A region where grey twilight ever
descendsnever falls on wide sagegreen pasturefieldsshedding her dusk
scattering a perennial dew of stars. She follows her mother with ungainly
stepsa mare leading her fillyfoal. Twilight phantoms are theyyet moulded
in prophetic grace of structureslim shapely haunchesa supple tendonous
neckthe meek apprehensive skull. They fadesad phantoms: all is gone.
Agendath is a waste landa home of screechowls and the sandblind upupa.
Netaimthe goldenis no more. And on the highway of the clouds they
comemuttering thunder of rebellionthe ghosts of beasts. Huuh! Hark!
Huuh! Parallax stalks behind and goads themthe lancinating lightnings of
whose brow are scorpions. Elk and yakthe bulls of Bashan and of
Babylonmammoth and mastodonthey come trooping to the sunken sea
LACUS MORTIS. Ominous revengeful zodiacal host! They moanpassing upon
the cloudshorned and capricornedthe trumpeted with the tuskedthe
lionmanedthe giantantleredsnouter and crawlerrodentruminant and
pachydermall their moving moaning multitudemurderers of the sun.

Onward to the dead sea they tramp to drinkunslaked and with horrible
gulpingsthe salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. And the equine portent
grows againmagnified in the deserted heavensnay to heaven's own
magnitudetill it loomsvastover the house of Virgo. And lowonder
of metempsychosisit is shethe everlasting brideharbinger of the
daystarthe brideever virgin. It is sheMarthathou lost one
Millicentthe youngthe dearthe radiant. How serene does she now
arisea queen among the Pleiadesin the penultimate antelucan hour
shod in sandals of bright goldcoifed with a veil of what do you


call it gossamer. It floatsit flows about her starborn flesh and
loose it streamsemeraldsapphiremauve and heliotropesustained
on currents of the cold interstellar windwindingcoilingsimply
swirlingwrithing in the skies a mysterious writing tillafter
a myriad metamorphoses of symbolit blazesAlphaa ruby and triangled
sign upon the forehead of Taurus.

Francis was reminding Stephen of years before when they had been at
school together in Conmee's time. He asked about GlauconAlcibiades
Pisistratus. Where were they now? Neither knew. You have spoken of the
past and its phantomsStephen said. Why think of them? If I call them
into life across the waters of Lethe will not the poor ghosts troop to
my call? Who supposes it? IBous Stephanoumenosbullockbefriending
bardam lord and giver of their life. He encircled his gadding hair
with a coronal of vineleavessmiling at Vincent. That answer and those
leavesVincent said to himwill adorn you more fitly when something
moreand greatly morethan a capful of light odes can call your
genius father. All who wish you well hope this for you. All desire
to see you bring forth the work you meditateto acclaim you
Stephaneforos. I heartily wish you may not fail them. O noVincent

Lenehan saidlaying a hand on the shoulder near him. Have no fear.
He could not leave his mother an orphan. The young man's face
grew dark. All could see how hard it was for him to be reminded of his
promise and of his recent loss. He would have withdrawn from the feast
had not the noise of voices allayed the smart. Madden had lost five
drachmas on Sceptre for a whim of the rider's name: Lenehan as much
more. He told them of the race. The flag fell andhuuh! offscamperthe
mare ran out freshly with 0. Madden up. She was leading the field. All
hearts were beating. Even Phyllis could not contain herself. She waved her
scarf and cried: Huzzah! Sceptre wins! But in the straight on the run home
when all were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew levelreached
outstripped her. All was lost now. Phyllis was silent: her eyes were
sad anemones. Junoshe criedI am undone. But her lover consoled her and
brought her a bright casket of gold in which lay some oval sugarplums
which she partook. A tear fell: one only. A whacking fine whipsaid
Lenehanis W. Lane. Four winners yesterday and three today. What rider is
like him? Mount him on the camel or the boisterous buffalo the victory in
a hack canter is still his. But let us bear it as was the ancient wont.
Mercy on the luckless! Poor Sceptre! he said with a light sigh.
She is not the filly that she was. Neverby this handshall we
behold such another. By gadsira queen of them. Do you remember
herVincent? I wish you could have seen my queen todayVincent
said. How young she was and radiant (Lalage were scarce fair
beside her) in her yellow shoes and frock of muslinI do not know the
right name of it. The chestnuts that shaded us were in bloom: the air
drooped with their persuasive odour and with pollen floating by us. In the
sunny patches one might easily have cooked on a stone a batch of those
buns with Corinth fruit in them that Periplipomenes sells in his booth
near the bridge. But she had nought for her teeth but the arm with which I
held her and in that she nibbled mischievously when I pressed too close. A
week ago she lay illfour days on the couchbut today she was free
blithemocked at peril. She is more taking then. Her posies tool Mad
romp that she isshe had pulled her fill as we reclined together. And in
your earmy friendyou will not think who met us as we left the field.
Conmee himself! He was walking by the hedgereadingI think a brevier
book withI doubt nota witty letter in it from Glycera or Chloe to
keep the page. The sweet creature turned all colours in her confusion
feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her dress: a slip of underwood
clung there for the very trees adore her. When Conmee had passed she
glanced at her lovely echo in that little mirror she carries. But he had
been kind. In going by he had blessed us. The gods too are ever kind
Lenehan said. If I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught
of his may serve me more propensely. He was laying his hand upon
a winejar: Malachi saw it and withheld his actpointing to the


stranger and to the scarlet label. WarilyMalachi whisperedpreserve
a druid silence. His soul is far away. It is as painful perhaps to be
awakened from a vision as to be born. Any objectintensely regardedmay
be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods. Do you not think
itStephen? Theosophos told me soStephen answeredwhom in a previous
existence Egyptian priests initiated into the mysteries of karmic law. The
lords of the moonTheosophos told mean orangefiery shipload from
planet Alpha of the lunar chain would not assume the etheric doubles and
these were therefore incarnated by the rubycoloured egos from the second
constellation.

Howeveras a matter of fact thoughthe preposterous surmise about him
being in some description of a doldrums or other or mesmerised which was.
entirely due to a misconception of the shallowest characterwas not the
case at all. The individual whose visual organs while the above was going
on were at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of animation was
as astute if not astuter than any man living and anybody that conjectured
the contrary would have found themselves pretty speedily in the wrong
shop. During the past four minutes or thereabouts he had been staring hard
at a certain amount of number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at
Burton-on-Trent which happened to be situated amongst a lot of others
right opposite to where he was and which was certainly calculated to
attract anyone's remark on account of its scarlet appearance. He was
simply and solelyas it subsequently transpired for reasons best known
to himselfwhich put quite an altogether different complexion on
the proceedingsafter the moment before's observations about boyhood
days and the turfrecollecting two or three private transactions of
his own which the other two were as mutually innocent of as the babe
unborn. Eventuallyhoweverboth their eyes met and as soon as
it began to dawn on him that the other was endeavouring to help
himself to the thing he involuntarily determined to help him himself
and so he accordingly took hold of the neck of the mediumsized glass
recipient which contained the fluid sought after and made a capacious
hole in it by pouring a lot of it out withalso at the same time
howevera considerable degree of attentiveness in order not to upset
any of the beer that was in it about the place.

The debate which ensued was in its scope and progress an epitome of
the course of life. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. The
debaters were the keenest in the landthe theme they were engaged on the
loftiest and most vital. The high hall of Horne's house had never beheld an
assembly so representative and so varied nor had the old rafters of that
establishment ever listened to a language so encyclopaedic. A gallant scene
in truth it made. Crotthers was there at the foot of the table in his
striking Highland garbhis face glowing from the briny airs of the Mull
of Galloway. There tooopposite to himwas Lynch whose countenance bore
already the stigmata of early depravity and premature wisdom. Next the
Scotchman was the place assigned to Costellothe eccentricwhile at his
side was seated in stolid repose the squat form of Madden. The chair of the
resident indeed stood vacant before the hearth but on either flank of it
the figure of Bannon in explorer's kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide
brogues contrasted sharply with the primrose elegance and townbred
manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Lastly at the head of the
board was the young poet who found a refuge from his labours of
pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the convivial atmosphere of
Socratic discussionwhile to right and left of him were accommodated the
flippant prognosticatorfresh from the hippodromeand that vigilant
wanderersoiled by the dust of travel and combat and stained by the mire of
an indelible dishonourbut from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure
or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that
voluptuous loveliness which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for
ages yet to come.

It had better be stated here and now at the outset that the perverted


transcendentalism to which Mr S. Dedalus' (Div. Scep.) contentions would
appear to prove him pretty badly addicted runs directly counter to accepted
scientific methods. Scienceit cannot be too often repeateddeals with
tangible phenomena. The man of science like the man in the street has to
face hardheaded facts that cannot be blinked and explain them as best he
can. There may beit is truesome questions which science cannot
answer--at present--such as the first problem submitted by Mr L. Bloom (Pubb.
Canv.) regarding the future determination of sex. Must we accept the view
of Empedocles of Trinacria that the right ovary (the postmenstrual period
assert others) is responsible for the birth of males or are the too long
neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is itas
most embryologists incline to opinesuch as CulpepperSpallanzani
BlumenbachLuskHertwigLeopold and Valentia mixture of both? This
would be tantamount to a cooperation (one of nature's favourite devices)
between the NISUS FORMATIVUS of the nemasperm on the one hand and on the
other a happily chosen positionSUCCUBITUS FELIX of the passive element. The
other problem raised by the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant
mortality. It is interesting becauseas he pertinently remarkswe are all
born in the same way but we all die in different ways. Mr M. Mulligan
(Hyg. et Eug. Doc.) blames the sanitary conditions in which our
greylunged citizens contract adenoidspulmonary complaints etc. by
inhaling the bacteria which lurk in dust. These factorshe allegedand the
revolting spectacles offered by our streetshideous publicity posters
religious ministers of all denominationsmutilated soldiers and sailors
exposed scorbutic cardriversthe suspended carcases of dead animals
paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas--thesehe saidwere
accountable for any and every fallingoff in the calibre of the race.
Kalipediahe prophesiedwould soon be generally adopted and all the
graces of lifegenuinely good musicagreeable literaturelight philosophy
instructive picturesplastercast reproductions of the classical statues such
as Venus and Apolloartistic coloured photographs of prize babiesall these
little attentions would enable ladies who were in a particular condition to
pass the intervening months in a most enjoyable manner. Mr J. Crotthers
(Disc. Bacc.) attributes some of these demises to abdominal trauma in the
case of women workers subjected to heavy labours in the workshop and to
marital discipline in the home but by far the vast majority to neglect
private or officialculminating in the exposure of newborn infants
the practice of criminal abortion or in the atrocious crime of
infanticide. Although the former (we are thinking of neglect) is
undoubtedly only too true the case he cites of nurses forgetting to
count the sponges in the peritoneal cavity is too rare to be
normative. In fact when one comes to look into it the wonder is
that so many pregnancies and deliveries go off so well as they doall things
considered and in spite of our human shortcomings which often baulk
nature in her intentions. An ingenious suggestion is that thrown out by Mr

V. Lynch (Bacc. Arith.) that both natality and mortalityas well as all other
phenomena of evolutiontidal movementslunar phasesblood
temperaturesdiseases in generaleverythingin finein nature's vast
workshop from the extinction of some remote sun to the blossoming of one
of the countless flowers which beautify our public parks is subject to a law
of numeration as yet unascertained. Still the plain straightforward question
why a child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and
properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood (though
other children of the same marriage do not) must certainlyin the poet's
wordsgive us pause. Naturewe may rest assuredhas her own good and
cogent reasons for whatever she does and in all probability such deaths are
due to some law of anticipation by which organisms in which morbous
germs have taken up their residence (modern science has conclusively
shown that only the plasmic substance can be said to be immortal) tend to
disappear at an increasingly earlier stage of developmentan arrangement
whichthough productive of pain to some of our feelings (notably the
maternal)is neverthelesssome of us thinkin the long run beneficial to
the race in general in securing thereby the survival of the fittest.
Mr S. Dedalus' (Div. Scep.) remark (or should it be called an interruption?)

that an omnivorous being which can masticatedeglutedigest and apparently
pass through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect imperturbability such
multifarious aliments as cancrenous females emaciated by parturition
corpulent professional gentlemennot to speak of jaundiced politicians and
chlorotic nunsmight possibly find gastric relief in an innocent collation of
staggering bobreveals as nought else could and in a very unsavoury light
the tendency above alluded to. For the enlightenment of those who are not
so intimately acquainted with the minutiae of the municipal abattoir as this
morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all his overweening
bumptiousness in things scientific can scarcely distinguish an acid from an
alkali prides himself on beingit should perhaps be stated that staggering
bob in the vile parlance of our lowerclass licensed victuallers signifies the
cookable and eatable flesh of a calf newly dropped from its mother. In a
recent public controversy with Mr L. Bloom (Pubb. Canv.) which took
place in the commons' hall of the National Maternity Hospital2930 and
31 Holles streetof whichas is well knownDr A. Horne (Lic. in Midw.

F. K. Q. C. P. I.) is the able and popular masterhe is reported by
eyewitnesses as having stated that once a woman has let the cat into the bag
(an esthete's allusionpresumablyto one of the most complicated and
marvellous of all nature's processes--the act of sexual congress) she must
let it out again or give it lifeas he phrased itto save her own. At the
risk of her ownwas the telling rejoinder of his interlocutornone the less
effective for the moderate and measured tone in which it was delivered.
Meanwhile the skill and patience of the physician had brought about
a happy ACCOUCHEMENT. It had been a weary weary while both for patient
and doctor. All that surgical skill could do was done and the brave woman
had manfully helped. She had. She had fought the good fight and now she
was very very happy. Those who have passed onwho have gone beforeare
happy too as they gaze down and smile upon the touching scene. Reverently
look at her as she reclines there with the motherlight in her eyesthat
longing hunger for baby fingers (a pretty sight it is to see)in the first
bloom of her new motherhoodbreathing a silent prayer of thanksgiving to One
abovethe Universal Husband. And as her loving eyes behold her babe she
wishes only one blessing moreto have her dear Doady there with her to
share her joyto lay in his arms that mite of God's claythe fruit of their
lawful embraces. He is older now (you and I may whisper it) and a trifle
stooped in the shoulders yet in the whirligig of years a grave dignity has
come to the conscientious second accountant of the Ulster bankCollege
Green branch. O Doadyloved one of oldfaithful lifemate nowit may
never be againthat faroff time of the roses! With the old shake of her
pretty head she recalls those days. God! How beautiful now across the mist
of years! But their children are grouped in her imagination about the
bedsidehers and hisCharleyMary AliceFrederick Albert (if he had
lived)MamyBudgy (Victoria Frances)TomViolet Constance Louisa
darling little Bobsy (called after our famous hero of the South African war
lord Bobs of Waterford and Candahar) and now this last pledge of their
uniona Purefoy if ever there was onewith the true Purefoy nose. Young
hopeful will be christened Mortimer Edward after the influential third
cousin of Mr Purefoy in the Treasury Remembrancer's officeDublin
Castle. And so time wags on: but father Cronion has dealt lightly here. No
let no sigh break from that bosomdear gentle Mina. And Doadyknock
the ashes from your pipethe seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew
rings for you (may it be the distant day!) and dout the light whereby you
read in the Sacred Book for the oil too has run lowand so with a tranquil
heart to bedto rest. He knows and will call in His own good time. You too
have fought the good fight and played loyally your man's part. Sirto you
my hand. Well donethou good and faithful servant!

There are sins or (let us call them as the world calls them) evil
memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart
but they abide there and wait. He may suffer their memory to grow dimlet
them be as though they had not been and all but persuade himself that they
were not or at least were otherwise. Yet a chance word will call them forth


suddenly and they will rise up to confront him in the most various
circumstancesa vision or a dreamor while timbrel and harp soothe his
senses or amid the cool silver tranquility of the evening or at the feastat
midnightwhen he is now filled with wine. Not to insult over him will the
vision come as over one that lies under her wrathnot for vengeance to cut
him off from the living but shrouded in the piteous vesture of the past
silentremotereproachful.

The stranger still regarded on the face before him a slow recession of
that false calm thereimposedas it seemedby habit or some studied trick
upon words so embittered as to accuse in their speaker an unhealthinessa
FLAIRfor the cruder things of life. A scene disengages itself in the
observer's memoryevokedit would seemby a word of so natural a
homeliness as if those days were really present there (as some thought)
with their immediate pleasures. A shaven space of lawn one soft May
eveningthe wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtownpurple and
whitefragrant slender spectators of the game but with much real interest
in the pellets as they run slowly forward over the sward or collide and stop
one by its fellowwith a brief alert shock. And yonder about that grey urn
where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as
fragrant sisterhoodFloeyAttyTiny and their darker friend with I know not
what of arresting in her pose thenOur Lady of the Cherriesa comely brace
of them pendent from an earbringing out the foreign warmth of the skin so
daintily against the cool ardent fruit. A lad of four or five in linseywoolsey
(blossomtime but there will be cheer in the kindly hearth when ere long the
bowls are gathered and hutched) is standing on the urn secured by that
circle of girlish fond hands. He frowns a little just as this young man does
now with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of the danger but must needs
glance at whiles towards where his mother watches from the PIAZZETTA
giving upon the flowerclose with a faint shadow of remoteness or of
reproach (ALLES VERGANGLICHE) in her glad look.

Mark this farther and remember. The end comes suddenly. Enter that
antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their faces.
Nothingas it seemsthere of rash or violent. Quietude of custodyrather
befitting their station in that housethe vigilant watch of shepherds and of
angels about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long ago. But as before the
lightning the serried stormcloudsheavy with preponderant excess of
moisturein swollen masses turgidly distendedcompass earth and sky in
one vast slumberimpending above parched field and drowsy oxen and
blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an instant a flash rives their
centres and with the reverberation of the thunder the cloudburst pours its
torrentso and not otherwise was the transformationviolent and
instantaneousupon the utterance of the word.

Burke's! outflings my lord Stephengiving the cryand a tag and
bobtail of all them aftercockereljackanapeswelsherpilldoctorpunctual
Bloom at heels with a universal grabbing at headgearashplantsbilbos
Panama hats and scabbardsZermatt alpenstocks and what not. A dedale of
lusty youthnoble every student there. Nurse Callan taken aback in the
hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon coming downstairs with
news of placentation endeda full pound if a milligramme. They hark him
on. The door! It is open? Ha! They are outtumultuouslyoff for a
minute's raceall bravely legging itBurke's of Denzille and Holles their
ulterior goal. Dixon follows giving them sharp language but raps out an
oathhe tooand on. Bloom stays with nurse a thought to send a kind word
to happy mother and nurseling up there. Doctor Diet and Doctor Quiet.
Looks she too not other now? Ward of watching in Horne's house has told
its tale in that washedout pallor. Then all being gonea glance of motherwit
helpinghe whispers close in going: Madamwhen comes the storkbird for
thee?

The air without is impregnated with raindew moisturelife essence
celestialglistening on Dublin stone there under starshiny COELUM. God's


airthe Allfather's airscintillant circumambient cessile air. Breathe it
deep into thee. By heavenTheodore Purefoythou hast done a doughty deed
and no botch! Thou artI vowthe remarkablest progenitor barring none in
this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle. Astounding! In her
lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast fructified
with thy modicum of man's work. Cleave to her! Serve! Toil onlabour like
a very bandog and let scholarment and all Malthusiasts go hang. Thou art
all their daddiesTheodore. Art drooping under thy loadbemoiled with
butcher's bills at home and ingots (not thine!) in the countinghouse? Head
up! For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat. See
thy fleece is drenched. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his Joan? A
canting jay and a rheumeyed curdog is all their progeny. PshawI tell thee!
He is a mulea dead gasteropodwithout vim or staminanot worth a
cracked kreutzer. Copulation without population! Nosay I! Herod's
slaughter of the innocents were the truer name. Vegetablesforsoothand
sterile cohabitation! Give her beefsteaksredrawbleeding! She is a hoary
pandemonium of illsenlarged glandsmumpsquinsybunionshayfever
bedsoresringwormfloating kidneyDerbyshire neckwartsbilious attacks
gallstonescold feetvaricose veins. A truce to threnes and trentals
and jeremies and all such congenital defunctive music! Twenty years of it
regret them not. With thee it was not as with many that will and would and
wait and never--do. Thou sawest thy Americathy lifetaskand didst
charge to cover like the transpontine bison. How saith Zarathustra? DEINE
KUH TRUBSAL MELKEST DU. NUN TRINKST DU DIE SUSSE MILCH DES EUTERS. See! it
displodes for thee in abundance. Drinkmanan udderful! Mother's milk
Purefoythe milk of human kinmilk too of those burgeoning stars
overhead rutilant in thin rainvapourpunch milksuch as those rioters will
quaff in their guzzling denmilk of madnessthe honeymilk of Canaan's
land. Thy cow's dug was toughwhat? Aybut her milk is hot and sweet
and fattening. No dollop this but thick rich bonnyclaber. To herold
patriarch! Pap! PER DEAM PARTULAM ET PERTUNDAM NUNC EST BIBENDUM!

All off for a busterarmstronghollering down the street. Bonafides.
Where you slep las nigh? Timothy of the battered naggin. Like ole Billyo.
Any brollies or gumboots in the fambly? Where the Henry Nevil's
sawbones and ole clo? Sorra one o' me knows. Hurrah thereDix! Forward
to the ribbon counter. Where's Punch? All serene. Jaylook at the drunken
minister coming out of the maternity hospal! BENEDICAT VOS OMNIPOTENS
DEUSPATER ET FILIUS. A makemister. The Denzille lane boys. Hellblast ye!
Scoot. RightoIsaacsshove em out of the bleeding limelight. Yous join uz
dear sir? No hentrusion in life. Lou heap good man. Allee samee dis bunch.
EN AVANTMES ENFANTS! Fire away number one on the gun. Burke's!
Burke's! Thence they advanced five parasangs. Slattery's mounted foot.
Where's that bleeding awfur? Parson Steveapostates' creed! Nono
Mulligan! Abaft there! Shove ahead. Keep a watch on the clock.
Chuckingout time. Mullee! What's on you? MA MERE M'A MARIEE. British
Beatitudes! RETAMPLATAN DIGIDI BOUMBOUM. Ayes have it. To be printed and
bound at the Druiddrum press by two designing females. Calf covers of
pissedon green. Last word in art shades. Most beautiful book come out of
Ireland my time. SILENTIUM! Get a spurt on. Tention. Proceed to nearest
canteen and there annex liquor stores. March! Tramptramptrampthe
boys are (atitudes!) parching. Beerbeefbusinessbiblesbulldogs
battleshipsbuggery and bishops. Whether on the scaffold high. Beerbeef
trample the bibles. When for Irelandear. Trample the trampellers.
Thunderation! Keep the durned millingtary step. We fall. Bishops
boosebox. Halt! Heave to. Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wowmy
tootsies! You hurt? Most amazingly sorry!

Query. Who's astanding this here do? Proud possessor of damnall.
Declare misery. Bet to the ropes. Me nantee saltee. Not a red at me this
week gone. Yours? Mead of our fathers for the UBERMENSCH. Dittoh. Five
number ones. Yousir? Ginger cordial. Chase methe cabby's caudle.
Stimulate the caloric. Winding of his ticker. Stopped short never to go
again when the old. Absinthe for mesavvy? CARAMBA! Have an eggnog or


a prairie oyster. Enemy? Avuncular's got my timepiece. Ten to. Obligated
awful. Don't mention it. Got a pectoral traumaehDix? Pos fact. Got bet
be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten. Digs up
near the Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yupsartin I do. Full of a
dure. See her in her dishybilly. Peels off a credit. Lovey lovekin. None of
your lean kinenot much. Pull down the blindlove. Two Ardilauns. Same here.
Look slippery. If you fall don't wait to get up. Fivesevennine. Fine!
Got a prime pair of mincepiesno kid. And her take me to rests and her
anker of rum. Must be seen to be believed. Your starving eyes and
allbeplastered neck you stole my heartO gluepot. Sir? Spud again the
rheumatiz? All poppycockyou'll scuse me saying. For the hoi polloi. I vear
thee beest a gert vool. Welldoc? Back fro Lapland? Your corporosity
sagaciating O K? How's the squaws and papooses? Womanbody after
going on the straw? Stand and deliver. Password. There's hair. Ours the
white death and the ruddy birth. Hi! Spit in your own eyeboss!
Mummer's wire. Cribbed out of Meredith. Jesifiedorchidisedpolycimical
jesuit! Aunty mine's writing Pa Kinch. Baddybad Stephen lead astray
goodygood Malachi.

Hurroo! Collar the leatheryoungun. Roun wi the nappy. HereJock
braw Hielentman's your barleybree. Lang may your lum reek and your
kailpot boil! My tipple. MERCI. Here's to us. How's that? Leg before wicket.
Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Give's a shake of peppeyou there.
Catch aholt. Caraway seed to carry away. Twig? Shrieks of silence. Every
cove to his gentry mort. Venus Pandemos. LES PETITES FEMMES. Bold bad girl
from the town of Mullingar. Tell her I was axing at her. Hauding Sara by
the wame. On the road to Malahide. Me? If she who seduced me had left
but the name. What do you want for ninepence? Machreemacruiskeen.
Smutty Moll for a mattress jig. And a pull all together. EX!

Waitingguvnor? Most deciduously. Bet your boots on. Stunned like
seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Underconstumble? He've got the
chink AD LIB. Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn. Us
come right in on your invitesee? Up to youmatey. Out with the oof. Two
bar and a wing. You larn that go off of they there Frenchy bilks? Won't
wash here for nuts nohow. Lil chile velly solly. Ise de cutest colour coon
down our side. Gawds teruthChawley. We are nae fou. We're nae tha fou.
Au reservoirmossoo. Tanks you.

'Tissure. What say? In the speakeasy. Tight. I shee youshir.
Bantamtwo days teetee. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Garn! Have a glint
do. GumI'm jiggered. And been to barber he have. Too full for words.
With a railway bloke. How come you so? Opera he'd like? Rose of Castile.
Rows of cast. Police! Some H2O for a gent fainted. Look at Bantam's
flowers. Gemini. He's going to holler. The colleen bawn. My colleen bawn.
Ocheese it! Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand. Had the winner
today till I tipped him a dead cert. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand
as give me the jady coppaleen. He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big
bug Bass to the depot. Shove him a joey and grahamise. Mare on form hot
order. Guinea to a goosegog. Tell a cramthat. Gospeltrue. Criminal
diversion? I think that yes. Sure thing. Land him in chokeechokee if the
harman beck copped the game. Madden back Madden's a maddening back.
O lust our refuge and our strength. Decamping. Must you go? Off to
mammy. Stand by. Hide my blushes someone. All in if he spots me. Come
ahomeour Bantam. Horryvarmong vioo. Dinna forget the cowslips for
hersel. Cornfide. Wha gev ye thon colt? Pal to pal. Jannock. Of John
Thomasher spouse. No fakeold man Leo. S'elp mehonest injun. Shiver
my timbers if I had. There's a great big holy friar. Vyfor you no me tell?
VelI sesif that aint a sheeny nachezvelI vil get misha mishinnah.
Through yerd our lordAmen.

You move a motion? Steve boyyou're going it some. More bluggy
drunkables? Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of
most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one


expensive inaugurated libation? Give's a breather. Landlordlandlordhave
you good winestaboo? Hootsmona wee drap to pree. Cut and come
again. Right. Boniface! Absinthe the lot. NOS OMNES BIBERIMUS VIRIDUM
TOXICUM DIABOLUS CAPIAT POSTERIORIA NOSTRIA. Closingtimegents. Eh? Rome
boose for the Bloom toff. I hear you say onions? Bloo? Cadges ads. Photo's
papliby all that's gorgeous. Play lowpardner. Slide. BONSOIR LA COMPAGNIE.
And snares of the poxfiend. Where's the buck and Namby Amby?
Skunked? Leg bail. Aweelye maun e'en gang yer gates. Checkmate. King
to tower. Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow
kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his hed 2 night. CrickeyI'm about
sprung. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest
longbreak yet. Itemcuratecouple of cookies for this child. Cot's plood
and prandypallsnone! Not a pite of sheeses? Thrust syphilis down to hell
and with him those other licensed spirits. Timegents! Who wander
through the world. Health all! A LA VOTRE!

Gollywhatten tunket's yon guy in the mackintosh? Dusty Rhodes.
Peep at his wearables. By mighty! What's he got? Jubilee mutton. Bovrilby
James. Wants it real bad. D'ye ken bare socks? Seedy cuss in the
Richmond? Rawthere! Thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis.
Trumpery insanity. Bartle the Bread we calls him. Thatsirwas once a
prosperous cit. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn.
Slung her hookshe did. Here see lost love. Walking Mackintosh of lonely
canyon. Tuck and turn in. Schedule time. Nix for the hornies. Pardon?
Seen him today at a runefal? Chum o' yourn passed in his checks?
Ludamassy! Pore piccaninnies! Thou'll no be telling me thotPold veg! Did
ums blubble bigsplash crytears cos fren Padney was took off in black bag?
Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. I never see the like since I was
born. TIENSTIENSbut it is well sadthatmy faithyes. Ogetrev on a
gradient one in nine. Live axle drives are souped. Lay you two to one
Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow. Jappies? High angle fireinyah! Sunk
by war specials. Be worse for himsays henor any Rooshian. Time all.
There's eleven of them. Get ye gone. Forwardwoozy wobblers! Night.
Night. May Allah the Excellent One your soul this night ever tremendously
conserve.

Your attention! We're nae tha fou. The Leith police dismisseth us. The
least tholice. Ware hawks for the chap puking. Unwell in his abominable
regions. Yooka. Night. Monamy true love. Yook. Monamy own love.
Ook.

Hark! Shut your obstropolos. Pflaap! Pflaap! Blaze on. There she
goes. Brigade! Bout ship. Mount street way. Cut up! Pflaap! Tally ho. You
not come? Runskelterrace. Pflaaaap!

Lynch! Hey? Sign on long o' me. Denzille lane this way. Change here
for Bawdyhouse. We twoshe saidwill seek the kips where shady Mary is.
Rightoany old time. LAETABUNTUR IN CUBILIBUS SUIS. You coming long?
Whisperwho the sooty hell's the johnny in the black duds? Hush! Sinned
against the light and even now that day is at hand when he shall come to
judge the world by fire. Pflaap! UT IMPLERENTUR SCRIPTURAE. Strike up a
ballad. Then outspake medical Dick to his comrade medical Davy.
Christiclewho's this excrement yellow gospeller on the Merrion hall?
Elijah is coming! Washed in the blood of the Lamb. Come on you
winefizzlingginsizzlingbooseguzzling existences! Come onyou
dog-gonebullneckedbeetlebrowedhogjowledpeanutbrainedweaseleyed
fourflushersfalse alarms and excess baggage! Come onyou triple extract
of infamy! Alexander J Christ Dowiethat's my namethat's yanked to
glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok. The Deity
aint no nickel dime bumshow. I put it to you that He's on the square and a
corking fine business proposition. He's the grandest thing yet and don't
you forget it. Shout salvation in King Jesus. You'll need to rise precious
early you sinner thereif you want to diddle the Almighty God. Pflaaaap!
Not half. He's got a coughmixture with a punch in it for youmy friend


in his back pocket. Just you try it on.

* * * * * * *

THE MABBOT STREET ENTRANCE OF NIGHTTOWNBEFORE WHICH STRETCHES
AN UNCOBBLED TRAMSIDING SET WITH SKELETON TRACKSRED AND GREEN
WILL-O'-THE-WISPS AND DANGER SIGNALS. ROWS OF GRIMY HOUSES WITH
GAPING DOORS. RARE LAMPS WITH FAINT RAINBOW FINS. ROUND
RABAIOTTI'S HALTED ICE GONDOLA STUNTED MEN AND WOMEN SQUABBLE.
THEY GRAB WAFERS BETWEEN WHICH ARE WEDGED LUMPS OF CORAL AND
COPPER SNOW. SUCKINGTHEY SCATTER SLOWLY. CHILDREN. THE SWANCOMB
OF THE GONDOLAHIGHREAREDFORGES ON THROUGH THE MURKWHITE AND
BLUE UNDER A LIGHTHOUSE. WHISTLES CALL AND ANSWER.

THE CALLS: Waitmy loveand I'll be with you.

THE ANSWERS: Round behind the stable.

(A DEAFMUTE IDIOT WITH GOGGLE EYESHIS SHAPELESS MOUTH DRIBBLING
JERKS PASTSHAKEN IN SAINT VITUS' DANCE. A CHAIN OF CHILDREN 'S HANDS
IMPRISONS HIM.)

THE CHILDREN: Kithogue! Salute!

THE IDIOT: (LIFTS A PALSIED LEFT ARM AND GURGLES) Grhahute!

THE CHILDREN: Where's the great light?

THE IDIOT: (GOBBING) Ghaghahest.

(THEY RELEASE HIM. HE JERKS ON. A PIGMY WOMAN SWINGS ON A ROPE
SLUNG BETWEEN TWO RAILINGSCOUNTING. A FORM SPRAWLED AGAINST A
DUSTBIN AND MUFFLED BY ITS ARM AND HAT SNORESGROANSGRINDING
GROWLING TEETHAND SNORES AGAIN. ON A STEP A GNOME TOTTING AMONG
A RUBBISHTIP CROUCHES TO SHOULDER A SACK OF RAGS AND BONES. A CRONE
STANDING BY WITH A SMOKY OILLAMP RAMS HER LAST BOTTLE IN THE MAW OF
HIS SACK. HE HEAVES HIS BOOTYTUGS ASKEW HIS PEAKED CAP AND
HOBBLES OFF MUTELY. THE CRONE MAKES BACK FOR HER LAIRSWAYING HER
LAMP. A BANDY CHILDASQUAT ON THE DOORSTEP WITH A PAPER
SHUTTLECOCKCRAWLS SIDLING AFTER HER IN SPURTSCLUTCHES HER SKIRT
SCRAMBLES UP. A DRUNKEN NAVVY GRIPS WITH BOTH HANDS THE RAILINGS
OF AN AREALURCHING HEAVILY. AT A COMER TWO NIGHT WATCH IN
SHOULDERCAPESTHEIR HANDS UPON THEIR STAFFHOLSTERSLOOM TALL. A
PLATE CRASHES: A WOMAN SCREAMS: A CHILD WAILS. OATHS OF A MAN
ROARMUTTERCEASE. FIGURES WANDERLURKPEER FROM WARRENS. IN A
ROOM LIT BY A CANDLE STUCK IN A BOTTLENECK A SLUT COMBS OUT THE TATTS
FROM THE HAIR OF A SCROFULOUS CHILD. CISSY CAFFREY'S VOICESTILL
YOUNGSINGS SHRILL FROM A LANE.)

CISSY CAFFREY:

I GAVE IT TO MOLLY
BECAUSE SHE WAS JOLLY
THE LEG OF THE DUCK
THE LEG OF THE DUCK.


(PRIVATE CARR AND PRIVATE COMPTONSWAGGERSTICKS TIGHT IN THEIR
OXTERSAS THEY MARCH UNSTEADILY RIGHTABOUTFACE AND BURST TOGETHER
FROM THEIR MOUTHS A VOLLEYED FART. LAUGHTER OF MEN FROM THE LANE. A
HOARSE VIRAGO RETORTS.)


THE VIRAGO: Signs on youhairy arse. More power the Cavan girl.

CISSY CAFFREY: More luck to me. CavanCootehill and Belturbet.
(SHE SINGS)

I GAVE IT TO NELLY
TO STICK IN HER BELLY
THE LEG OF THE DUCK
THE LEG OF THE DUCK.


(PRIVATE CARR AND PRIVATE COMPTON TURN AND COUNTERRETORTTHEIR
TUNICS BLOODBRIGHT IN A LAMPGLOWBLACK SOCKETS OF CAPS ON THEIR
BLOND CROPPED POLLS. STEPHEN DEDALUS AND LYNCH PASS THROUGH THE
CROWD CLOSE TO THE REDCOATS.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (JERKS HIS FINGER) Way for the parson.

PRIVATE CARR: (TURNS AND CALLS) What hoparson!

CISSY CAFFREY: (HER VOICE SOARING HIGHER)

SHE HAS ITSHE GOT IT
WHEREVER SHE PUT IT
THE LEG OF THE DUCK.


(STEPHENFLOURISHING THE ASHPLANT IN HIS LEFT HANDCHANTS WITH JOY
THE INTROIT FOR PASCHAL TIME. LYNCHHIS JOCKEYCAP LOW ON HIS BROW
ATTENDS HIMA SNEER OF DISCONTENT WRINKLING HIS FACE.)

STEPHEN: VIDI AQUAM EGREDIENTEM DE TEMPLO A LATERE DEXTRO. ALLELUIA.

(THE FAMISHED SNAGGLETUSKS OF AN ELDERLY BAWD PROTRUDE FROM A DOORWAY.)

THE BAWD: (HER VOICE WHISPERING HUSKILY) Sst! Come here till I tell you.
Maidenhead inside. Sst!

STEPHEN: (ALTIUS ALIQUANTULUM) ET OMNES AD QUOS PERVENIT AQUA ISTA.

THE BAWD: (SPITS IN THEIR TRAIL HER JET OF VENOM) Trinity medicals.
Fallopian tube. All prick and no pence.

(EDY BOARDMANSNIFFLINGCROUCHED WITH BERTHA SUPPLEDRAWS HER
SHAWL ACROSS HER NOSTRILS.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (BICKERING) And says the one: I seen you up Faithful place
with your squarepusherthe greaser off the railwayin his cometobed
hat. Did yousays I. That's not for you to saysays I. You never
seen me in the mantrap with a married highlandersays I. The likes
of her! Stag that one is! Stubborn as a mule! And her walking with two
fellows the one timeKilbridethe enginedriverand lancecorporal
Oliphant.

STEPHEN: (TRIUMPHALITER) SALVI FACTI SUNT.

(HE FLOURISHES HIS ASHPLANTSHIVERING THE LAMP IMAGESHATTERING
LIGHT OVER THE WORLD. A LIVER AND WHITE SPANIEL ON THE PROWL SLINKS
AFTER HIMGROWLING. LYNCH SCARES IT WITH A KICK.)

LYNCH: So that?


STEPHEN: (LOOKS BEHIND) So that gesturenot music not odourwould be a
universal languagethe gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay
sense but the first entelechythe structural rhythm.

LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology. Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

STEPHEN: We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Even the
allwisest Stagyrite was bittedbridled and mounted by a light of love.

LYNCH: Ba!

STEPHEN: Anywaywho wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug?
This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar.
Hold my stick.

LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick. Where are we going?

STEPHEN: Lecherous lynxTO LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCIGeorgina Johnson
AD DEAM QUI LAETIFICAT IUVENTUTEM MEAM.

(STEPHEN THRUSTS THE ASHPLANT ON HIM AND SLOWLY HOLDS OUT HIS
HANDSHIS HEAD GOING BACK TILL BOTH HANDS ARE A SPAN FROM HIS
BREASTDOWN TURNEDIN PLANES INTERSECTINGTHE FINGERS ABOUT TO
PARTTHE LEFT BEING HIGHER.)

LYNCH: Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the customhouse.
Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk.

(THEY PASS. TOMMY CAFFREY SCRAMBLES TO A GASLAMP ANDCLASPING
CLIMBS IN SPASMS. FROM THE TOP SPUR HE SLIDES DOWN. JACKY CAFFREY
CLASPS TO CLIMB. THE NAVVY LURCHES AGAINST THE LAMP. THE TWINS
SCUTTLE OFF IN THE DARK. THE NAVVYSWAYINGPRESSES A FOREFINGER
AGAINST A WING OF HIS NOSE AND EJECTS FROM THE FARTHER NOSTRIL A LONG
LIQUID JET OF SNOT. SHOULDERING THE LAMP HE STAGGERS AWAY THROUGH
THE CROWD WITH HIS FLARING CRESSET.

SNAKES OF RIVER FOG CREEP SLOWLY. FROM DRAINSCLEFTSCESSPOOLS
MIDDENS ARISE ON ALL SIDES STAGNANT FUMES. A GLOW LEAPS IN THE SOUTH
BEYOND THE SEAWARD REACHES OF THE RIVER. THE NAVVYSTAGGERING
FORWARDCLEAVES THE CROWD AND LURCHES TOWARDS THE TRAMSIDING ON
THE FARTHER SIDE UNDER THE RAILWAY BRIDGE BLOOM APPEARSFLUSHED
PANTINGCRAMMING BREAD AND CHOCOLATE INTO A SIDEPOCKET. FROM
GILLEN'S HAIRDRESSER'S WINDOW A COMPOSITE PORTRAIT SHOWS HIM
GALLANT NELSON'S IMAGE. A CONCAVE MIRROR AT THE SIDE PRESENTS TO HIM
LOVELORN LONGLOST LUGUBRU BOOLOOHOOM. GRAVE GLADSTONE SEES HIM
LEVELBLOOM FOR BLOOM. HE PASSESSTRUCK BY THE STARE OF TRUCULENT
WELLINGTONBUT IN THE CONVEX MIRROR GRIN UNSTRUCK THE BONHAM EYES
AND FATCHUCK CHEEKCHOPS OF JOLLYPOLDY THE RIXDIX DOLDY.

AT ANTONIO PABAIOTTI'S DOOR BLOOM HALTSSWEATED UNDER THE BRIGHT
ARCLAMP. HE DISAPPEARS. IN A MOMENT HE REAPPEARS AND HURRIES
ON.)

BLOOM: Fish and taters. N. g. Ah!

(HE DISAPPEARS INTO OLHAUSEN'STHE PORKBUTCHER'SUNDER THE
DOWNCOMING ROLLSHUTTER. A FEW MOMENTS LATER HE EMERGES FROM
UNDER THE SHUTTERPUFFING POLDYBLOWING BLOOHOOM. IN EACH HAND
HE HOLDS A PARCELONE CONTAINING A LUKEWARM PIG'S CRUBEENTHE
OTHER A COLD SHEEP'S TROTTERSPRINKLED WITH WHOLEPEPPER. HE GASPS
STANDING UPRIGHT. THEN BENDING TO ONE SIDE HE PRESSES A PARCEL
AGAINST HIS RIBS AND GROANS.)


BLOOM: Stitch in my side. Why did I run?


(HE TAKES BREATH WITH CARE AND GOES FORWARD SLOWLY TOWARDS THE
LAMPSET SIDING. THE GLOW LEAPS AGAIN.)


BLOOM: What is that? A flasher? Searchlight.


(HE STANDS AT CORMACK'S CORNERWATCHING)


BLOOM: AURORA BOREALIS or a steel foundry? Ahthe brigadeof course. South
side anyhow. Big blaze. Might be his house. Beggar's bush. We're safe. (HE
HUMS CHEERFULLY) London's burningLondon's burning! On fireon fire!
(HE CATCHES SIGHT OF THE NAVVY LURCHING THROUGH THE CROWD AT THE FARTHER
SIDE OF TALBOT STREET) I'll miss him. Run. Quick. Better cross here.


(HE DARTS TO CROSS THE ROAD. URCHINS SHOUT.)


THE URCHINS: Mind outmister! (TWO CYCLISTSWITH LIGHTED PAPER LANTERNS
ASWINGSWIM BY HIMGRAZING HIMTHEIR BELLS RATTLING)


THE BELLS: Haltyaltyaltyall.


BLOOM: (HALTS ERECTSTUNG BY A SPASM) Ow!


(HE LOOKS ROUNDDARTS FORWARD SUDDENLY. THROUGH RISING FOG A
DRAGON SANDSTREWERTRAVELLING AT CAUTIONSLEWS HEAVILY DOWN UPON
HIMITS HUGE RED HEADLIGHT WINKINGITS TROLLEY HISSING ON THE WIRE.
THE MOTORMAN BANGS HIS FOOTGONG.)


THE GONG: Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo.


(THE BRAKE CRACKS VIOLENTLY. BLOOMRAISING A POLICEMAN'S
WHITEGLOVED HANDBLUNDERS STIFFLEGGED OUT OF THE TRACK. THE
MOTORMANTHROWN FORWARDPUGNOSEDON THE GUIDEWHEELYELLS AS
HE SLIDES PAST OVER CHAINS AND KEYS.)


THE MOTORMAN: Heyshitbreechesare you doing the hat trick?


BLOOM: (BLOOM TRICKLEAPS TO THE CURBSTONE AND HALTS AGAIN. HE BRUSHES A
MUDFLAKE FROM HIS CHEEK WITH A PARCELLED HAND.) No thoroughfare. Close
shave that but cured the stitch. Must take up Sandow's exercises
again. On the hands down. Insure against street accident too.
The Providential. (HE FEELS HIS TROUSER POCKET) Poor mamma's
panacea. Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a cog. Day the
wheel of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner. Third
time is the charm. Shoe trick. Insolent driver. I ought to report him.
Tension makes them nervous. Might be the fellow balked me this morning
with that horsey woman. Same style of beauty. Quick of him all the same.
The stiff walk. True word spoken in jest. That awful cramp in Lad lane.
Something poisonous I ate. Emblem of luck. Why? Probably lost cattle.
Mark of the beast. (HE CLOSES HIS EYES AN INSTANT) Bit light in the head.
Monthly or effect of the other. Brainfogfag. That tired feeling. Too much
for me now. Ow!


(A SINISTER FIGURE LEANS ON PLAITED LEGS AGAINST O'BEIRNE'S WALLA
VISAGE UNKNOWNINJECTED WITH DARK MERCURY. FROM UNDER A
WIDELEAVED SOMBRERO THE FIGURE REGARDS HIM WITH EVIL EYE.)


BLOOM: BUENAS NOCHESSENORITA BLANCA. QUE CALLE ES ESTA?


THE FIGURE: (IMPASSIVERAISES A SIGNAL ARM) Password. SRAID MABBOT.


BLOOM: Haha. MERCI. Esperanto. SLAN LEATH. (HE MUTTERS) Gaelic league spy
sent by that fireeater.



(HE STEPS FORWARD. A SACKSHOULDERED RAGMAN BARS HIS PATH. HE STEPS LEFT
RAGSACKMAN LEFT.)

BLOOM: I beg. (HE SWERVESSIDLESSTEPASIDESLIPS PAST AND ON.)

BLOOM: Keep to the rightrightright. If there is a signpost planted by the
Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? I who lost my way
and contributed to the columns of the IRISH CYCLIST the letter headed IN
DARKEST STEPASIDE. Keepkeepkeep to the right. Rags and bones at
midnight. A fence more likely. First place murderer makes for. Wash off
his sins of the world.

(JACKY CAFFREYHUNTED BY TOMMY CAFFREYRUNS FULL TILT AGAINST BLOOM.)

BLOOM: O

(SHOCKEDON WEAK HAMSHE HALTS. TOMMY AND JACKY VANISH THERE
THERE. BLOOM PATS WITH PARCELLED HANDS WATCH FOBPOCKETBOOKPOCKET
PURSEPOKETSWEETS OF SINPOTATO SOAP.)

BLOOM: Beware of pickpockets. Old thieves' dodge. Collide. Then snatch your
purse.

(THE RETRIEVER APPROACHES SNIFFINGNOSE TO THE GROUND. A SPRAWLED
FORM SNEEZES. A STOOPED BEARDED FIGURE APPEARS GARBED IN THE LONG
CAFTAN OF AN ELDER IN ZION AND A SMOKINGCAP WITH MAGENTA TASSELS.
HORNED SPECTACLES HANG DOWN AT THE WINGS OF THE NOSE. YELLOW
POISON STREAKS ARE ON THE DRAWN FACE.)

RUDOLPH: Second halfcrown waste money today. I told you not go with drunken
goy ever. So you catch no money.

BLOOM: (HIDES THE CRUBEEN AND TROTTER BEHIND HIS BACK ANDCRESTFALLENFEELS
WARM AND COLD FEETMEAT) JAICH WEISSPAPACHI.

RUDOLPH: What you making down this place? Have you no soul? (WITH FEEBLE
VULTURE TALONS HE FEELS THE SILENT FACE OF BLOOM) Are you not my son Leopold
the grandson of Leopold? Are you not my dear son Leopold who left the house
of his father and left the god of his fathers Abraham and Jacob?

BLOOM: (WITH PRECAUTION) I suppose sofather. Mosenthal. All that's left of
him.

RUDOLPH: (SEVERELY) One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend
your good money. What you call them running chaps?

BLOOM: (IN YOUTH'S SMART BLUE OXFORD SUIT WITH WHITE VESTSLIPS
NARROWSHOULDEREDIN BROWN ALPINE HATWEARING GENT'S STERLING SILVER
WATERBURY KEYLESS WATCH AND DOUBLE CURB ALBERT WITH SEAL ATTACHEDONE
SIDE OF HIM COATED WITH STIFFENING MUD) Harriersfather. Only that once.

RUDOLPH: Once! Mud head to foot. Cut your hand open. Lockjaw. They make you
kaputtLeopoldleben. You watch them chaps.

BLOOM: (WEAKLY) They challenged me to a sprint. It was muddy. I slipped.

RUDOLPH: (WITH CONTEMPT) GOIM NACHEZ! Nice spectacles for your poor mother!

BLOOM: Mamma!

ELLEN BLOOM: (IN PANTOMIME DAME'S STRINGED MOBCAPWIDOW TWANKEY'S CRINOLINE
AND BUSTLEBLOUSE WITH MUTTONLEG SLEEVES BUTTONED BEHINDGREY MITTENS AND
CAMEO BROOCHHER PLAITED HAIR IN A CRISPINE NETAPPEARS OVER THE


STAIRCASE BANISTERSA SLANTED CANDLESTICK IN HER HANDAND CRIES OUT IN
SHRILL ALARM) O blessed Redeemerwhat have they done to him! My smelling
salts! (SHE HAULS UP A REEF OF SKIRT AND RANSACKS THE POUCH OF HER STRIPED
BLAY PETTICOAT. A PHIALAN AGNUS DEIA SHRIVELLED POTATO AND A CELLULOID
DOLL FALL OUT) Sacred Heart of Marywhere were you at all at all?


(BLOOMMUMBLINGHIS EYES DOWNCASTBEGINS TO BESTOW HIS PARCELS
IN HIS FILLED POCKETS BUT DESISTSMUTTERING.)


A VOICE: (SHARPLY) Poldy!


BLOOM: Who? (HE DUCKS AND WARDS OFF A BLOW CLUMSILY) At your service.


(HE LOOKS UP. BESIDE HER MIRAGE OF DATEPALMS A HANDSOME WOMAN
IN TURKISH COSTUME STANDS BEFORE HIM. OPULENT CURVES FILL OUT HER
SCARLET TROUSERS AND JACKETSLASHED WITH GOLD. A WIDE YELLOW
CUMMERBUND GIRDLES HER. A WHITE YASHMAKVIOLET IN THE NIGHT
COVERS HER FACELEAVING FREE ONLY HER LARGE DARK EYES AND RAVEN
HAIR.)


BLOOM: Molly!


MARION: Welly? Mrs Marion from this outmy dear manwhen you speak to me.
(SATIRICALLY) Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?


BLOOM: (SHIFTS FROM FOOT TO FOOT) Nono. Not the least little bit.


(HE BREATHES IN DEEP AGITATIONSWALLOWING GULPS OF AIRQUESTIONS
HOPESCRUBEENS FOR HER SUPPERTHINGS TO TELL HEREXCUSEDESIRE
SPELLBOUND. A COIN GLEAMS ON HER FOREHEAD. ON HER FEET ARE JEWELLED
TOERINGS. HER ANKLES ARE LINKED BY A SLENDER FETTERCHAIN. BESIDE HER A
CAMELHOODED WITH A TURRETING TURBANWAITS. A SILK LADDER OF
INNUMERABLE RUNGS CLIMBS TO HIS BOBBING HOWDAH. HE AMBLES NEAR
WITH DISGRUNTLED HINDQUARTERS. FIERCELY SHE SLAPS HIS HAUNCHHER
GOLDCURB WRISTBANGLES ANGRILINGSCOLDING HIM IN MOORISH.)


MARION: Nebrakada! Femininum!


(THE CAMELLIFTING A FORELEGPLUCKS FROM A TREE A LARGE MANGO FRUIT
OFFERS IT TO HIS MISTRESSBLINKINGIN HIS CLOVEN HOOFTHEN DROOPS HIS
HEAD ANDGRUNTINGWITH UPLIFTED NECKFUMBLES TO KNEEL. BLOOM
STOOPS HIS BACK FOR LEAPFROG.)


BLOOM: I can give you ... I mean as your business menagerer ... Mrs
Marion ... if you ...


MARION: So you notice some change? (HER HANDS PASSING SLOWLY OVER HER
TRINKETED STOMACHERA SLOW FRIENDLY MOCKERY IN HER EYES) O PoldyPoldy
you are a poor old stick in the mud! Go and see life. See the wide world.


BLOOM: I was just going back for that lotion whitewaxorangeflower water.
Shop closes early on Thursday. But the first thing in the morning. (HE PATS
DIVERS POCKETS) This moving kidney. Ah!


(HE POINTS TO THE SOUTHTHEN TO THE EAST. A CAKE OF NEW CLEAN LEMON
SOAP ARISESDIFFUSING LIGHT AND PERFUME.)


THE SOAP:


We're a capital couple are Bloom and I.
He brightens the earth. I polish the sky.



(THE FRECKLED FACE OF SWENYTHE DRUGGISTAPPEARS IN THE DISC OF THE
SOAPSUN.)


SWENY: Three and a pennyplease.


BLOOM: Yes. For my wife. Mrs Marion. Special recipe.


MARION: (SOFTLY) Poldy!


BLOOM: Yesma'am?


MARION: TI TREMA UN POCO IL CUORE?


(IN DISDAIN SHE SAUNTERS AWAYPLUMP AS A PAMPERED POUTER PIGEON
HUMMING THE DUET FROM Don Giovanni.)


BLOOM: Are you sure about that VOGLIO? I mean the pronunciati ...


(HE FOLLOWSFOLLOWED BY THE SNIFFING TERRIER. THE ELDERLY BAWD
SEIZES HIS SLEEVETHE BRISTLES OF HER CHINMOLE GLITTERING.)


THE BAWD: Ten shillings a maidenhead. Fresh thing was never touched.
Fifteen. There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk.


(SHE POINTS. IN THE GAP OF HER DARK DEN FURTIVERAINBEDRAGGLED
BRIDIE KELLY STANDS.)


BRIDIE: Hatch street. Any good in your mind?


(WITH A SQUEAK SHE FLAPS HER BAT SHAWL AND RUNS. A BURLY ROUGH
PURSUES WITH BOOTED STRIDES. HE STUMBLES ON THE STEPSRECOVERS
PLUNGES INTO GLOOM. WEAK SQUEAKS OF LAUGHTER ARE HEARDWEAKER.)


THE BAWD: (HER WOLFEYES SHINING) He's getting his pleasure. You won't get
a virgin in the flash houses. Ten shillings. Don't be all night before the
polis in plain clothes sees us. Sixtyseven is a bitch.


(LEERINGGERTY MACDOWELL LIMPS FORWARD. SHE DRAWS FROM BEHIND
OGLINGAND SHOWS COYLY HER BLOODIED CLOUT.)


GERTY: With all my worldly goods I thee and thou. (SHE MURMURS) You did
that. I hate you.


BLOOM: I? When? You're dreaming. I never saw you.


THE BAWD: Leave the gentleman aloneyou cheat. Writing the gentleman
false letters. Streetwalking and soliciting. Better for your mother take
the strap to you at the bedposthussy like you.


GERTY: (TO BLOOM) When you saw all the secrets of my bottom drawer.
(SHE PAWS HIS SLEEVESLOBBERING) Dirty married man! I love you for doing
that to me.


(SHE GLIDES AWAY CROOKEDLY. MRS BREEN IN MAN'S FRIEZE OVERCOAT
WITH LOOSE BELLOWS POCKETSSTANDS IN THE CAUSEWAYHER ROGUISH EYES
WIDEOPENSMILING IN ALL HER HERBIVOROUS BUCKTEETH.)


MRS BREEN: Mr ...


BLOOM: (COUGHS GRAVELY) Madamwhen we last had this pleasure by letter
dated the sixteenth instant ...


MRS BREEN: Mr Bloom! You down here in the haunts of sin! I caught you
nicely! Scamp!



BLOOM: (HURRIEDLY) Not so loud my name. Whatever do you think of me? Don't
give me away. Walls have ears. How do you do? It's ages since I. You're
looking splendid. Absolutely it. Seasonable weather we are having this
time of year. Black refracts heat. Short cut home here. Interesting
quarter. Rescue of fallen women. Magdalen asylum. I am the secretary ...


MRS BREEN: (HOLDS UP A FINGER) Nowdon't tell a big fib! I know somebody
won't like that. O just wait till I see Molly! (SLILY) Account for
yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!


BLOOM: (LOOKS BEHIND) She often said she'd like to visit. Slumming.
The exoticyou see. Negro servants in livery too if she had money.
Othello black brute. Eugene Stratton. Even the bones and cornerman at the
Livermore christies. Bohee brothers. Sweep for that matter.


(TOM AND SAM BOHEECOLOURED COONS IN WHITE DUCK SUITSSCARLET
SOCKSUPSTARCHED SAMBO CHOKERS AND LARGE SCARLET ASTERS IN THEIR
BUTTONHOLESLEAP OUT. EACH HAS HIS BANJO SLUNG. THEIR PALER SMALLER
NEGROID HANDS JINGLE THE TWINGTWANG WIRES. FLASHING WHITE KAFFIR
EYES AND TUSKS THEY RATTLE THROUGH A BREAKDOWN IN CLUMSY CLOGS
TWINGINGSINGINGBACK TO BACKTOE HEELHEEL TOEWITH
SMACKFATCLACKING NIGGER LIPS.)


TOM AND SAM:


There's someone in the house with Dina
There's someone in the houseI know
There's someone in the house with Dina
Playing on the old banjo.


(THEY WHISK BLACK MASKS FROM RAW BABBY FACES: THENCHUCKLING
CHORTLINGTRUMMINGTWANGINGTHEY DIDDLE DIDDLE CAKEWALK DANCE
AWAY.)


BLOOM: (WITH A SOUR TENDERISH SMILE) A little frivolshall weif you are so
inclined? Would you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a fraction
of a second?


MRS BREEN: (SCREAMS GAILY) Oyou ruck! You ought to see yourself!


BLOOM: For old sake' sake. I only meant a square partya mixed marriage
mingling of our different little conjugials. You know I had a soft corner
for you. (GLOOMILY) 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the dear gazelle.


MRS BREEN: Glory Aliceyou do look a holy show! Killing simply.
(SHE PUTS OUT HER HAND INQUISITIVELY) What are you hiding behind your
back? Tell usthere's a dear.


BLOOM: (SEIZES HER WRIST WITH HIS FREE HAND) Josie Powell that was
prettiest deb in Dublin. How time flies by! Do you rememberharking back
in a retrospective arrangementOld Christmas nightGeorgina Simpson's
housewarming while they were playing the Irving Bishop gamefinding the
pin blindfold and thoughtreading? Subjectwhat is in this snuffbox?


MRS BREEN: You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic recitation
and you looked the part. You were always a favourite with the ladies.


BLOOM: (SQUIRE OF DAMESIN DINNER JACKET WITH WATEREDSILK FACINGSBLUE
MASONIC BADGE IN HIS BUTTONHOLEBLACK BOW AND MOTHER-OF-PEARL STUDS
A PRISMATIC CHAMPAGNE GLASS TILTED IN HIS HAND) Ladies and gentlemen
I give you Irelandhome and beauty.



MRS BREEN: The dear dead days beyond recall. Love's old sweet song.

BLOOM: (MEANINGFULLY DROPPING HIS VOICE) I confess I'm teapot with
curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a little teapot
at present.

MRS BREEN: (GUSHINGLY) Tremendously teapot! London's teapot and I'm simply
teapot all over me! (SHE RUBS SIDES WITH HIM) After the parlour mystery
games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman.
Under the mistletoe. Two is company.

BLOOM: (WEARING A PURPLE NAPOLEON HAT WITH AN AMBER HALFMOONHIS FINGERS
AND THUMB PASSING SLOWLY DOWN TO HER SOFT MOIST MEATY PALM WHICH SHE
SURRENDERS GENTLY) The witching hour of night. I took the splinter out of
this handcarefullyslowly. (TENDERLYAS HE SLIPS ON HER FINGER A RUBY
RING) LA CI DAREM LA MANO.

MRS BREEN: (IN A ONEPIECE EVENING FROCK EXECUTED IN MOONLIGHT BLUEA
TINSEL SYLPH'S DIADEM ON HER BROW WITH HER DANCECARD FALLEN BESIDE HER
MOONBLUE SATIN SLIPPERCURVES HER PALM SOFTLYBREATHING QUICKLY) VOGLIO
E NON. You're hot! You're scalding! The left hand nearest the heart.

BLOOM: When you made your present choice they said it was beauty and the
beast. I can never forgive you for that. (HIS CLENCHED FIST AT HIS BROW)
Think what it means. All you meant to me then. (HOARSELY) Womanit's
breaking me!

(DENIS BREENWHITETALLHATTEDWITH WISDOM HELY'S SANDWICHBOARDS
SHUFFLES PAST THEM IN CARPET SLIPPERSHIS DULL BEARD
THRUST OUTMUTTERING TO RIGHT AND LEFT. LITTLE ALF BERGANCLOAKED IN
THE PALL OF THE ACE OF SPADESDOGS HIM TO LEFT AND RIGHTDOUBLED IN
LAUGHTER.)

ALF BERGAN: (POINTS JEERING AT THE SANDWICHBOARDS) U. p: Up.

MRS BREEN: (TO BLOOM) High jinks below stairs. (SHE GIVES HIM THE GLAD EYE)
Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? You wanted to.

BLOOM: (SHOCKED) Molly's best friend! Could you?

MRS BREEN: (HER PULPY TONGUE BETWEEN HER LIPSOFFERS A PIGEON KISS) Hnhn.
The answer is a lemon. Have you a little present for me there?

BLOOM: (OFFHANDEDLY) Kosher. A snack for supper. The home without potted
meat is incomplete. I was at LEAH. Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Trenchant exponent
of Shakespeare. Unfortunately threw away the programme. Rattling good
place round there for pigs' feet. Feel.

(RICHIE GOULDINGTHREE LADIES' HATS PINNED ON HIS HEADAPPEARS
WEIGHTED TO ONE SIDE BY THE BLACK LEGAL BAG OF COLLIS AND WARD ON
WHICH A SKULL AND CROSSBONES ARE PAINTED IN WHITE LIMEWASH. HE
OPENS IT AND SHOWS IT FULL OF POLONIESKIPPERED HERRINGSFINDON
HADDIES AND TIGHTPACKED PILLS.)

RICHIE: Best value in Dub.

(BALD PATBOTHERED BEETLESTANDS ON THE CURBSTONEFOLDING HIS
NAPKINWAITING TO WAIT.)

PAT: (ADVANCES WITH A TILTED DISH OF SPILLSPILLING GRAVY) Steak and
kidney. Bottle of lager. Hee hee hee. Wait till I wait.

RICHIE: Goodgod. Inev erate inall ...


(WITH HANGING HEAD HE MARCHES DOGGEDLY FORWARD. THE NAVVY
LURCHING BYGORES HIM WITH HIS FLAMING PRONGHORN.)


RICHIE: (WITH A CRY OF PAINHIS HAND TO HIS BACK) Ah! Bright's! Lights!


BLOOM: (POINTS TO THE NAVVY) A spy. Don't attract attention. I hate stupid
crowds. I am not on pleasure bent. I am in a grave predicament.


MRS BREEN: Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and
bull story.


BLOOM: I want to tell you a little secret about how I came to be here.
But you must never tell. Not even Molly. I have a most particular reason.


MRS BREEN: (ALL AGOG) Onot for worlds.


BLOOM: Let's walk on. Shall us?


MRS BREEN: Let's.


(THE BAWD MAKES AN UNHEEDED SIGN. BLOOM WALKS ON WITH MRS
BREEN. THE TERRIER FOLLOWSWHINING PITEOUSLYWAGGING HIS TAIL.)


THE BAWD: Jewman's melt!


BLOOM: (IN AN OATMEAL SPORTING SUITA SPRIG OF WOODBINE IN THE LAPEL
TONY BUFF SHIRTSHEPHERD'S PLAID SAINT ANDREW'S CROSS SCARFTIEWHITE
SPATSFAWN DUSTCOAT ON HIS ARMTAWNY RED BROGUESFIELDGLASSES IN
BANDOLIER AND A GREY BILLYCOCK HAT) Do you remember a long long time
years and years agojust after MillyMarionette we called herwas
weaned when we all went together to Fairyhouse raceswas it?


MRS BREEN: (IN SMART SAXE TAILORMADEWHITE VELOURS HAT AND SPIDER VEIL)
Leopardstown.


BLOOM: I meanLeopardstown. And Molly won seven shillings on a three year
old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old
fiveseater shanderadan of a waggonette you were in your heyday then and
you had on that new hat of white velours with a surround of molefur that
Mrs Hayes advised you to buy because it was marked down to nineteen and
elevena bit of wire and an old rag of velveteenand I'll lay you what
you like she did it on purpose ...


MRS BREEN: She didof coursethe cat! Don't tell me! Nice adviser!


BLOOM: Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the other ducky
little tammy toque with the bird of paradise wing in it that I admired on
you and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though it was a pity
to kill ityou cruel naughty creaturelittle mite of a thing with a
heart the size of a fullstop.


MRS BREEN: (SQUEEZES HIS ARMSIMPERS) Naughty cruel I was!


BLOOM: (LOWSECRETLYEVER MORE RAPIDLY) And Molly was eating a sandwich of
spiced beef out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. Franklythough she
had her advisers or admirersI never cared much for her style.
She was ...


MRS BREEN: Too ...


BLOOM: Yes. And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly were
mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Mosesthe
tea merchantdrove past us in a gig with his daughterDancer Moses was



her nameand the poodle in her lap bridled up and you asked me if I ever
heard or read or knew or came across ...

MRS BREEN: (EAGERLY) Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes.

(SHE FADES FROM HIS SIDE. FOLLOWED BY THE WHINING DOG HE WALKS ON
TOWARDS HELLSGATES. IN AN ARCHWAY A STANDING WOMANBENT FORWARD
HER FEET APARTPISSES COWILY. OUTSIDE A SHUTTERED PUB A BUNCH OF
LOITERERS LISTEN TO A TALE WHICH THEIR BROKENSNOUTED GAFFER RASPS OUT
WITH RAUCOUS HUMOUR. AN ARMLESS PAIR OF THEM FLOP WRESTLING
GROWLINGIN MAIMED SODDEN PLAYFIGHT.)

THE GAFFER: (CROUCHESHIS VOICE TWISTED IN HIS SNOUT) And when Cairns
came down from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing
it into only into the bucket of porter that was there waiting on the
shavings for Derwan's plasterers.

THE LOITERERS: (GUFFAW WITH CLEFT PALATES) O jays!

(THEIR PAINTSPECKLED HATS WAG. SPATTERED WITH SIZE AND LIME OF THEIR
LODGES THEY FRISK LIMBLESSLY ABOUT HIM.)

BLOOM: Coincidence too. They think it funny. Anything but that. Broad
daylight. Trying to walk. Lucky no woman.

THE LOITERERS: Jaysthat's a good one. Glauber salts. O jaysinto the
men's porter.

(BLOOM PASSES. CHEAP WHORESSINGLYCOUPLEDSHAWLEDDISHEVELLED
CALL FROM LANESDOORSCORNERS.)

THE WHORES:

Are you going farqueer fellow?

How's your middle leg?

Got a match on you?

Ehcome here till I stiffen it for you.

(HE PLODGES THROUGH THEIR SUMP TOWARDS THE LIGHTED STREET BEYOND.
FROM A BULGE OF WINDOW CURTAINS A GRAMOPHONE REARS A BATTERED
BRAZEN TRUNK. IN THE SHADOW A SHEBEENKEEPER HAGGLES WITH THE
NAVVY AND THE TWO REDCOATS.)

THE NAVVY: (BELCHING) Where's the bloody house?

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Purdon street. Shilling a bottle of stout. Respectable
woman.

THE NAVVY: (GRIPPING THE TWO REDCOATSSTAGGERS FORWARD WITH THEM)
Come onyou British army!

PRIVATE CARR: (BEHIND HIS BACK) He aint half balmy.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (LAUGHS) What ho!

PRIVATE CARR: (TO THE NAVVY) Portobello barracks canteen. You ask for
Carr. Just Carr.

THE NAVVY: (SHOUTS)

We are the boys. Of Wexford.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Say! What price the sergeantmajor?


PRIVATE CARR: Bennett? He's my pal. I love old Bennett.

THE NAVVY: (SHOUTS)

The galling chain.

And free our native land.

(HE STAGGERS FORWARDDRAGGING THEM WITH HIM. BLOOM STOPSAT
FAULT. THE DOG APPROACHESHIS TONGUE OUTLOLLINGPANTING)

BLOOM: Wildgoose chase this. Disorderly houses. Lord knows where they are
gone. Drunks cover distance double quick. Nice mixup. Scene at Westland
row. Then jump in first class with third ticket. Then too far. Train with
engine behind. Might have taken me to Malahide or a siding for the night
or collision. Second drink does it. Once is a dose. What am I following
him for? Stillhe's the best of that lot. If I hadn't heard about
Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have met. Kismet.
He'll lose that cash. Relieving office here. Good biz for cheapjacks
organs. What do ye lack? Soon gotsoon gone. Might have lost my
life too with that mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut only
for presence of mind. Can't always save youthough. If I had passed
Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have been shot.
Absence of body. Still if bullet only went through my coat get
damages for shockfive hundred pounds. What was he? Kildare street
club toff. God help his gamekeeper.

(HE GAZES AHEADREADING ON THE WALL A SCRAWLED CHALK LEGEND Wet Dream
AND A PHALLIC DESIGN.) Odd! Molly drawing on the frosted carriagepane at
Kingstown. What's that like? (GAUDY DOLLWOMEN LOLL IN THE LIGHTED
DOORWAYSIN WINDOW EMBRASURESSMOKING BIRDSEYE CIGARETTES. THE ODOUR
OF THE SICKSWEET WEED FLOATS TOWARDS HIM IN SLOW ROUND OVALLING WREATHS.)

THE WREATHS: Sweet are the sweets. Sweets of sin.

BLOOM: My spine's a bit limp. Go or turn? And this food? Eat it and get
all pigsticky. Absurd I am. Waste of money. One and eightpence too much.
(THE RETRIEVER DRIVES A COLD SNIVELLING MUZZLE AGAINST HIS HANDWAGGING
HIS TAIL.) Strange how they take to me. Even that brute today. Better
speak to him first. Like women they like RENCONTRES. Stinks like a
polecat. CHACUN SON GOUT. He might be mad. Dogdays. Uncertain in his
movements. Good fellow! Fido! Good fellow! Garryowen! (THE WOLFDOG SPRAWLS
ON HIS BACKWRIGGLING OBSCENELY WITH BEGGING PAWSHIS LONG BLACK TONGUE
LOLLING OUT.) Influence of his surroundings. Give and have done with it.
Provided nobody. (CALLING ENCOURAGING WORDS HE SHAMBLES BACK WITH A
FURTIVE POACHER'S TREADDOGGED BY THE SETTER INTO A DARK STALESTUNK
CORNER. HE UNROLLS ONE PARCEL AND GOES TO DUMP THE CRUBEEN SOFTLY BUT
HOLDS BACK AND FEELS THE TROTTER.) Sizeable for threepence. But then I
have it in my left hand. Calls for more effort. Why? Smaller from want
of use. Olet it slide. Two and six.

(WITH REGRET HE LETS THE UNROLLED CRUBEEN AND TROTTER SLIDE. THE
MASTIFF MAULS THE BUNDLE CLUMSILY AND GLUTS HIMSELF WITH GROWLING
GREEDCRUNCHING THE BONES. TWO RAINCAPED WATCH APPROACHSILENT
VIGILANT. THEY MURMUR TOGETHER.)

THE WATCH: Bloom. Of Bloom. For Bloom. Bloom.

(EACH LAYS HAND ON BLOOM'S SHOULDER.)

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the act. Commit no nuisance.

BLOOM: (STAMMERS) I am doing good to others.

(A COVEY OF GULLSSTORM PETRELSRISES HUNGRILY FROM LIFFEY SLIME


WITH BANBURY CAKES IN THEIR BEAKS.)

THE GULLS: Kaw kave kankury kake.

BLOOM: The friend of man. Trained by kindness.

(HE POINTS. BOB DORANTOPPLING FROM A HIGH BARSTOOLSWAYS OVER
THE MUNCHING SPANIEL.)

BOB DORAN: Towser. Give us the paw. Give the paw.

(THE BULLDOG GROWLSHIS SCRUFF STANDINGA GOBBET OF PIG'S KNUCKLE
BETWEEN HIS MOLARS THROUGH WHICH RABID SCUMSPITTLE DRIBBLES. BOB
DORAN FILLS SILENTLY INTO AN AREA.)

SECOND WATCH: Prevention of cruelty to animals.

BLOOM: (ENTHUSIASTICALLY) A noble work! I scolded that tramdriver on
Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab.
Bad French I got for my pains. Of course it was frosty and the last tram.
All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.

(SIGNOR MAFFEIPASSIONPALEIN LIONTAMER'S COSTUME WITH DIAMOND
STUDS IN HIS SHIRTFRONTSTEPS FORWARDHOLDING A CIRCUS PAPERHOOPA
CURLING CARRIAGEWHIP AND A REVOLVER WITH WHICH HE COVERS THE
GORGING BOARHOUND.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (WITH A SINISTER SMILE) Ladies and gentlemenmy educated
greyhound. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent
spiked saddle for carnivores. Lash under the belly with a knotted thong.
Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion to heelno
matter how fractiouseven LEO FEROX therethe Libyan maneater. A redhot
crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part produced Fritz of
Amsterdamthe thinking hyena. (HE GLARES) I possess the Indian sign.
The glint of my eye does it with these breastsparklers. (WITH A BEWITCHING
SMILE) I now introduce Mademoiselle Rubythe pride of the ring.

FIRST WATCH: Come. Name and address.

BLOOM: I have forgotten for the moment. Ahyes! (HE TAKES OFF HIS HIGH
GRADE HATSALUTING) Dr BloomLeopolddental surgeon. You have heard of
von Blum Pasha. Umpteen millions. DONNERWETTER! Owns half Austria. Egypt.
Cousin.

FIRST WATCH: Proof.

(A CARD FALLS FROM INSIDE THE LEATHER HEADBAND OF BLOOM'S HAT.)

BLOOM: (IN RED FEZCADI'S DRESS COAT WITH BROAD GREEN SASHWEARING A
FALSE BADGE OF THE LEGION OF HONOURPICKS UP THE CARD HASTILY AND OFFERS
IT) Allow me. My club is the Junior Army and Navy. Solicitors: Messrs John
Henry Menton27 Bachelor's Walk.

FIRST WATCH: (READS) Henry Flower. No fixed abode. Unlawfully watching and
besetting.

SECOND WATCH: An alibi. You are cautioned.

BLOOM: (PRODUCES FROM HIS HEARTPOCKET A CRUMPLED YELLOW FLOWER) This is the
flower in question. It was given me by a man I don't know his name.
(PLAUSIBLY) You know that old jokerose of Castile. Bloom. The change of
name. Virag. (HE MURMURS PRIVATELY AND CONFIDENTIALLY) We are engaged
you seesergeant. Lady in the case. Love entanglement. (HE SHOULDERS THE
SECOND WATCH GENTLY) Dash it all. It's a way we gallants have in the navy.


Uniform that does it. (HE TURNS GRAVELY TO THE FIRST WATCH) Stillof
courseyou do get your Waterloo sometimes. Drop in some evening and have
a glass of old Burgundy. (TO THE SECOND WATCH GAILY) I'll introduce you
inspector. She's game. Do it in the shake of a lamb's tail.

(A DARK MERCURIALISED FACE APPEARSLEADING A VEILED FIGURE.)

THE DARK MERCURY: The Castle is looking for him. He was drummed out of
the army.

MARTHA: (THICKVEILEDA CRIMSON HALTER ROUND HER NECKA COPY OF THE
Irish Times IN HER HANDIN TONE OF REPROACHPOINTING) Henry! Leopold!
Lionelthou lost one! Clear my name.

FIRST WATCH: (STERNLY) Come to the station.

BLOOM: (SCAREDHATS HIMSELFSTEPS BACKTHENPLUCKING AT HIS HEART AND
LIFTING HIS RIGHT FOREARM ON THE SQUAREHE GIVES THE SIGN AND DUEGUARD OF
FELLOWCRAFT) Nonoworshipful masterlight of love. Mistaken identity.
The Lyons mail. Lesurques and Dubosc. You remember the Childs fratricide
case. We medical men. By striking him dead with a hatchet. I am wrongfully
accused. Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned.

MARTHA: (SOBBING BEHIND HER VEIL) Breach of promise. My real name is Peggy
Griffin. He wrote to me that he was miserable. I'll tell my brotherthe
Bective rugger fullbackon youheartless flirt.

BLOOM: (BEHIND HIS HAND) She's drunk. The woman is inebriated. (HE MURMURS
VAGUELY THE PASS OF EPHRAIM) Shitbroleeth.

SECOND WATCH: (TEARS IN HIS EYESTO BLOOM) You ought to be thoroughly
well ashamed of yourself.

BLOOM: Gentlemen of the jurylet me explain. A pure mare's nest. I am a
man misunderstood. I am being made a scapegoat of. I am a respectable
married manwithout a stain on my character. I live in Eccles street.
My wifeI am the daughter of a most distinguished commandera gallant
upstanding gentlemanwhat do you call himMajorgeneral Brian Tweedy
one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles. Got his
majority for the heroic defence of Rorke's Drift.

FIRST WATCH: Regiment.

BLOOM: (TURNS TO THE GALLERY) The royal Dublinsboysthe salt of the
earthknown the world over. I think I see some old comrades in arms up
there among you. The R. D. F.with our own Metropolitan policeguardians
of our homesthe pluckiest lads and the finest body of menas physique
in the service of our sovereign.

A VOICE: Turncoat! Up the Boers! Who booed Joe Chamberlain?

BLOOM: (HIS HAND ON THE SHOULDER OF THE FIRST WATCH) My old dad too was a

J. P. I'm as staunch a Britisher as you aresir. I fought with the
colours for king and country in the absentminded war under general Gough
in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfonteinwas mentioned
in dispatches. I did all a white man could. (WITH QUIET FEELING) Jim
Bludso. Hold her nozzle again the bank.
FIRST WATCH: Profession or trade.

BLOOM: WellI follow a literary occupationauthor-journalist. In fact we
are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which I am the
inventorsomething that is an entirely new departure. I am connected
with the British and Irish press. If you ring up ...


(MYLES CRAWFORD STRIDES OUT JERKILYA QUILL BETWEEN HIS TEETH. HIS
SCARLET BEAK BLAZES WITHIN THE AUREOLE OF HIS STRAW HAT. HE DANGLES A
HANK OF SPANISH ONIONS IN ONE HAND AND HOLDS WITH THE OTHER HAND
A TELEPHONE RECEIVER NOZZLE TO HIS EAR.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (HIS COCK'S WATTLES WAGGING) Helloseventyseven
eightfour. Hello. FREEMAN'S URINAL and WEEKLY ARSEWIPE here. Paralyse
Europe. You which? Bluebags? Who writes? Is it Bloom?

(MR PHILIP BEAUFOYPALEFACEDSTANDS IN THE WITNESSBOXIN ACCURATE
MORNING DRESSOUTBREAST POCKET WITH PEAK OF HANDKERCHIEF
SHOWINGCREASED LAVENDER TROUSERS AND PATENT BOOTS. HE CARRIES A
LARGE PORTFOLIO LABELLED Matcham's Masterstrokes.)

BEAUFOY: (DRAWLS) Noyou aren't. Not by a long shot if I know it. I don't
see it that's all. No born gentlemanno-one with the most rudimentary
promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome
conduct. One of thosemy lord. A plagiarist. A soapy sneak masquerading
as a litterateur. It's perfectly obvious that with the most inherent
baseness he has cribbed some of my bestselling copyreally gorgeous
stuffa perfect gemthe love passages in which are beneath suspicion.
The Beaufoy books of love and great possessionswith which your lordship
is doubtless familiarare a household word throughout the kingdom.

BLOOM: (MURMURS WITH HANGDOG MEEKNESS GLUM) That bit about the laughing
witch hand in hand I take exception toif I may ...

BEAUFOY: (HIS LIP UPCURLEDSMILES SUPERCILIOUSLY ON THE COURT) You funny
assyou! You're too beastly awfully weird for words! I don't think you
need over excessively disincommodate yourself in that regard. My literary
agent Mr J. B. Pinker is in attendance. I presumemy lordwe shall
receive the usual witnesses' feesshan't we? We are considerably out of
pocket over this bally pressman johnnythis jackdaw of Rheimswho has
not even been to a university.

BLOOM: (INDISTINCTLY) University of life. Bad art.

BEAUFOY: (SHOUTS) It's a damnably foul lieshowing the moral rottenness
of the man! (HE EXTENDS HIS PORTFOLIO) We have here damning evidencethe
CORPUS DELICTImy lorda specimen of my maturer work disfigured by the
hallmark of the beast.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY:

MosesMosesking of the jews

Wiped his arse in the Daily News.

BLOOM: (BRAVELY) Overdrawn.

BEAUFOY: You low cad! You ought to be ducked in the horsepondyou rotter!
(TO THE COURT) Whylook at the man's private life! Leading a quadruple
existence! Street angel and house devil. Not fit to be mentioned in mixed
society! The archconspirator of the age!

BLOOM: (TO THE COURT) And hea bachelorhow ...

FIRST WATCH: The King versus Bloom. Call the woman Driscoll.

THE CRIER: Mary Driscollscullerymaid!

(MARY DRISCOLLA SLIPSHOD SERVANT GIRLAPPROACHES. SHE HAS A
BUCKET ON THE CROOK OF HER ARM AND A SCOURINGBRUSH IN HER HAND.)


SECOND WATCH: Another! Are you of the unfortunate class?

MARY DRISCOLL: (INDIGNANTLY) I'm not a bad one. I bear a respectable
character and was four months in my last place. I was in a situation
six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I had to leave owing
to his carryings on.

FIRST WATCH: What do you tax him with?

MARY DRISCOLL: He made a certain suggestion but I thought more of myself
as poor as I am.

BLOOM: (IN HOUSEJACKET OF RIPPLECLOTHFLANNEL TROUSERSHEELLESS SLIPPERS
UNSHAVENHIS HAIR RUMPLED: SOFTLY) I treated you white. I gave you
mementossmart emerald garters far above your station. Incautiously I
took your part when you were accused of pilfering. There's a medium in all
things. Play cricket.

MARY DRISCOLL: (EXCITEDLY) As God is looking down on me this night if ever
I laid a hand to them oysters!

FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of? Did something happen?

MARY DRISCOLL: He surprised me in the rere of the premisesYour honour
when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety pin.
He held me and I was discoloured in four places as a result. And he
interfered twict with my clothing.

BLOOM: She counterassaulted.

MARY DRISCOLL: (SCORNFULLY) I had more respect for the scouringbrushso I
had. I remonstrated with himYour lordand he remarked: keep it quiet.

(GENERAL LAUGHTER.)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (CLERK OF THE CROWN AND PEACERESONANTLY) Order in
court! The accused will now make a bogus statement.

(BLOOMPLEADING NOT GUILTY AND HOLDING A FULLBLOWN WATERLILY
BEGINS A LONG UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH. THEY WOULD HEAR WHAT COUNSEL
HAD TO SAY IN HIS STIRRING ADDRESS TO THE GRAND JURY. HE WAS DOWN
AND OUT BUTTHOUGH BRANDED AS A BLACK SHEEPIF HE MIGHT SAY SOHE
MEANT TO REFORMTO RETRIEVE THE MEMORY OF THE PAST IN A PURELY
SISTERLY WAY AND RETURN TO NATURE AS A PURELY DOMESTIC ANIMAL. A
SEVENMONTHS' CHILDHE HAD BEEN CAREFULLY BROUGHT UP AND NURTURED
BY AN AGED BEDRIDDEN PARENT. THERE MIGHT HAVE BEEN LAPSES OF AN
ERRING FATHER BUT HE WANTED TO TURN OVER A NEW LEAF AND NOWWHEN
AT LONG LAST IN SIGHT OF THE WHIPPING POSTTO LEAD A HOMELY LIFE IN THE
EVENING OF HIS DAYSPERMEATED BY THE AFFECTIONATE SURROUNDINGS OF
THE HEAVING BOSOM OF THE FAMILY. AN ACCLIMATISED BRITISHERHE HAD
SEEN THAT SUMMER EVE FROM THE FOOTPLATE OF AN ENGINE CAB OF THE
LOOP LINE RAILWAY COMPANY WHILE THE RAIN REFRAINED FROM FALLING
GLIMPSESAS IT WERETHROUGH THE WINDOWS OF LOVEFUL HOUSEHOLDS IN
DUBLIN CITY AND URBAN DISTRICT OF SCENES TRULY RURAL OF HAPPINESS OF
THE BETTER LAND WITH DOCKRELL'S WALLPAPER AT ONE AND NINEPENCE A
DOZENINNOCENT BRITISHBORN BAIRNS LISPING PRAYERS TO THE SACRED
INFANTYOUTHFUL SCHOLARS GRAPPLING WITH THEIR PENSUMS OR MODEL
YOUNG LADIES PLAYING ON THE PIANOFORTE OR ANON ALL WITH FERVOUR
RECITING THE FAMILY ROSARY ROUND THE CRACKLING YULELOG WHILE IN THE
BOREENS AND GREEN LANES THE COLLEENS WITH THEIR SWAINS STROLLED WHAT
TIMES THE STRAINS OF THE ORGANTONED MELODEON BRITANNIA METALBOUND
WITH FOUR ACTING STOPS AND TWELVEFOLD BELLOWSA SACRIFICEGREATEST
BARGAIN EVER ...


(RENEWED LAUGHTER. HE MUMBLES INCOHERENTLY. REPORTERS COMPLAIN
THAT THEY CANNOT HEAR.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (WITHOUT LOOKING UP FROM THEIR NOTEBOOKS)
Loosen his boots.

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (FROM THE PRESSTABLECOUGHS AND CALLS) Cough it up
man. Get it out in bits.

(THE CROSSEXAMINATION PROCEEDS RE BLOOM AND THE BUCKET. A LARGE
BUCKET. BLOOM HIMSELF. BOWEL TROUBLE. IN BEAVER STREET GRIPEYES.
QUITE BAD. A PLASTERER'S BUCKET. BY WALKING STIFFLEGGED. SUFFERED
UNTOLD MISERY. DEADLY AGONY. ABOUT NOON. LOVE OR BURGUNDY. YES
SOME SPINACH. CRUCIAL MOMENT. HE DID NOT LOOK IN THE BUCKET
NOBODY. RATHER A MESS. NOT COMPLETELY. A Titbits BACK NUMBER.)

(UPROAR AND CATCALLS. BLOOM IN A TORN FROCKCOAT STAINED WITH
WHITEWASHDINGED SILK HAT SIDEWAYS ON HIS HEADA STRIP OF
STICKINGPLASTER ACROSS HIS NOSETALKS INAUDIBLY.)

J. J. O'MOLLOY: (IN BARRISTER'S GREY WIG AND STUFFGOWNSPEAKING WITH A
VOICE OF PAINED PROTEST) This is no place for indecent levity at the
expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. We are not in a beargarden
nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice. My client is an
infanta poor foreign immigrant who started scratch as a stowaway and is
now trying to turn an honest penny. The trumped up misdemeanour was due to
a momentary aberration of hereditybrought on by hallucinationsuch
familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my
client's native placethe land of the Pharaoh. PRIMA FACIEI put it to
you that there was no attempt at carnally knowing. Intimacy did not occur
and the offence complained of by Driscollthat her virtue was solicited
was not repeated. I would deal in especial with atavism. There have been
cases of shipwreck and somnambulism in my client's family. If the accused
could speak he could a tale unfold--one of the strangest that have ever been
narrated between the covers of a book. He himselfmy lordis a physical
wreck from cobbler's weak chest. His submission is that he is of Mongolian
extraction and irresponsible for his actions. Not all therein fact.
BLOOM: (BAREFOOTPIGEONBREASTEDIN LASCAR'S VEST AND TROUSERSAPOLOGETIC
TOES TURNED INOPENS HIS TINY MOLE'S EYES AND LOOKS ABOUT HIM DAZEDLY
PASSING A SLOW HAND ACROSS HIS FOREHEAD. THEN HE HITCHES HIS BELT SAILOR
FASHION AND WITH A SHRUG OF ORIENTAL OBEISANCE SALUTES THE COURTPOINTING
ONE THUMB HEAVENWARD.) Him makee velly muchee fine night. (HE BEGINS TO
LILT SIMPLY)

Li li poo lil chile

Blingee pigfoot evly night

Payee two shilly ...

(HE IS HOWLED DOWN.)

J. J. O'MOLLOY: (HOTLY TO THE POPULACE) This is a lonehand fight. By Hades
I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by
a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. The Mosaic code has superseded the law
of the jungle. I say it and I say it emphaticallywithout wishing for one
moment to defeat the ends of justiceaccused was not accessory before the
act and prosecutrix has not been tampered with. The young person was treated
by defendant as if she were his very own daughter. (BLOOM TAKES J. J.
O'MOLLOY'S HAND AND RAISES IT TO HIS LIPS.) I shall call rebutting evidence
to prove up to the hilt that the hidden hand is again at its old game.
When in doubt persecute Bloom. My clientan innately bashful manwould
be the last man in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured
modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong

turning when some dastardresponsible for her conditionhad worked his
own sweet will on her. He wants to go straight. I regard him as the
whitest man I know. He is down on his luck at present owing to the
mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia
Minorslides of which will now be shown. (TO BLOOM) I suggest that you
will do the handsome thing.

BLOOM: A penny in the pound.

(THE IMAGE OF THE LAKE OF KINNERETH WITH BLURRED CATTLE CROPPING IN
SILVER HAZE IS PROJECTED ON THE WALL. MOSES DLUGACZFERRETEYED
ALBINOIN BLUE DUNGAREESSTANDS UP IN THE GALLERYHOLDING IN EACH
HAND AN ORANGE CITRON AND A PORK KIDNEY.)

DLUGACZ: (HOARSELY) BleibtreustrasseBerlinW.13.

(J. J. O'MOLLOY STEPS ON TO A LOW PLINTH AND HOLDS THE LAPEL OF HIS
COAT WITH SOLEMNITY. HIS FACE LENGTHENSGROWS PALE AND BEARDED
WITH SUNKEN EYESTHE BLOTCHES OF PHTHISIS AND HECTIC CHEEKBONES OF
JOHN F. TAYLOR. HE APPLIES HIS HANDKERCHIEF TO HIS MOUTH AND
SCRUTINISES THE GALLOPING TIDE OF ROSEPINK BLOOD.)
J.J.O'MOLLOY: (ALMOST VOICELESSLY) Excuse me. I am suffering from a severe
chillhave recently come from a sickbed. A few wellchosen words.
(HE ASSUMES THE AVINE HEADFOXY MOUSTACHE AND PROBOSCIDAL ELOQUENCE OF
SEYMOUR BUSHE.) When the angel's book comes to be opened if aught that
the pensive bosom has inaugurated of soultransfigured and of
soultransfiguring deserves to live I say accord the prisoner at the bar
the sacred benefit of the doubt. (A PAPER WITH SOMETHING WRITTEN ON IT IS
HANDED INTO COURT.)

BLOOM: (IN COURT DRESS) Can give best references. Messrs CallanColeman.
Mr Wisdom Hely J. P. My old chief Joe Cuffe. Mr V. B. Dillonex lord mayor
of Dublin. I have moved in the charmed circle of the highest ... Queens
of Dublin society. (CARELESSLY) I was just chatting this afternoon at the
viceregal lodge to my old palssir Robert and lady Ballastronomer royal
at the levee. Sir BobI said ...

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (IN LOWCORSAGED OPAL BALLDRESS AND ELBOWLENGTH IVORY
GLOVESWEARING A SABLETRIMMED BRICKQUILTED DOLMANA COMB OF BRILLIANTS
AND PANACHE OF OSPREY IN HER HAIR) Arrest himconstable. He wrote me an
anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was in the North
Riding of Tipperary on the Munster circuitsigned James Lovebirch. He said
that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes as I sat in a box of the
THEATRE ROYAL at a command performance of LA CIGALE. I deeply inflamed him
he said. He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past
four p.m. on the following ThursdayDunsink time. He offered to send me
through the post a work of fiction by Monsieur Paul de Kockentitled THE
GIRL WITH THE THREE PAIRS OF STAYS.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (IN CAP AND SEAL CONEY MANTLEWRAPPED UP TO THE NOSE
STEPS OUT OF HER BROUGHAM AND SCANS THROUGH TORTOISESHELL QUIZZING-GLASSES
WHICH SHE TAKES FROM INSIDE HER HUGE OPOSSUM MUFF) Also to me. YesI
believe it is the same objectionable person. Because he closed my carriage
door outside sir Thornley Stoker's one sleety day during the cold snap of
February ninetythree when even the grid of the wastepipe and the ballstop
in my bath cistern were frozen. Subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss
culled on the heightsas he saidin my honour. I had it examined
by a botanical expert and elicited the information that it was ablossom of
the homegrown potato plant purloined from a forcingcase of the model farm.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Shame on him!

(A CROWD OF SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS SURGES FORWARD)


THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (SCREAMING) Stop thief! Hurrah there
Bluebeard! Three cheers for Ikey Mo!

SECOND WATCH: (PRODUCES HANDCUFFS) Here are the darbies.

MRS BELLINGHAM: He addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome
compliments as a Venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my frostbound
coachman Palmer while in the same breath he expressed himself as envious of
his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his fortunate proximity to my
personwhen standing behind my chair wearing my livery and the armorial
bearings of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sablea buck's head
couped or. He lauded almost extravagantly my nether extremitiesmy
swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limitand eulogised glowingly
my other hidden treasures in priceless lace whichhe saidhe could conjure
up. He urged me (stating that he felt it his mission in life to urge me) to
defile the marriage bedto commit adultery at the earliest possible
opportunity.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (IN AMAZON COSTUMEHARD HATJACKBOOTS
COCKSPURREDVERMILION WAISTCOATFAWN MUSKETEER GAUNTLETS WITH
BRAIDED DRUMSLONG TRAIN HELD UP AND HUNTING CROP WITH WHICH
SHE STRIKES HER WELT CONSTANTLY) Also me. Because he saw me on
the polo ground of the Phoenix park at the match All Ireland versus
the Rest of Ireland. My eyesI knowshone divinely as I watched
Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his
darling cob CENTAUR. This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a
hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photographsuch
as are sold after dark on Paris boulevardsinsulting to any lady. I have it
still. It represents a partially nude senoritafrail and lovely (his wife
as he solemnly assured metaken by him from nature)practising illicit
intercourse with a muscular toreroevidently a blackguard. He urged me to
do likewiseto misbehaveto sin with officers of the garrison. He implored
me to soil his letter in an unspeakable mannerto chastise him as he richly
deservesto bestride and ride himto give him a most vicious
horsewhipping.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Me too.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Me too.

(SEVERAL HIGHLY RESPECTABLE DUBLIN LADIES HOLD UP IMPROPER LETTERS
RECEIVED FROM BLOOM.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (STAMPS HER JINGLING SPURS IN A SUDDEN
PAROXYSM OF FURY) I willby the God above me. I'll scourge the
pigeonlivered cur as long as I can stand over him. I'll flay him alive.

BLOOM: (HIS EYES CLOSINGQUAILS EXPECTANTLY) Here? (HE SQUIRMS) Again!
(HE PANTS CRINGING) I love the danger.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Very much so! I'll make it hot for you.
I'll make you dance Jack Latten for that.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Tan his breech wellthe upstart! Write the stars and
stripes on it!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Disgraceful! There's no excuse for him! A married man!

BLOOM: All these people. I meant only the spanking idea. A warm tingling
glow without effusion. Refined birching to stimulate the circulation.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (LAUGHS DERISIVELY) Odid youmy fine
fellow? Wellby the living Godyou'll get the surprise of your life now


believe methe most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for. You have
lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (SHAKES HER MUFF AND QUIZZING-GLASSES VINDICTIVELY) Make
him smartHanna dear. Give him ginger. Thrash the mongrel within an inch
of his life. The cat-o'-nine-tails. Geld him. Vivisect him.

BLOOM: (SHUDDERINGSHRINKINGJOINS HIS HANDS: WITH HANGDOG MIEN) O cold!
O shivery! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forgetforgive. Kismet. Let me off
this once. (HE OFFERS THE OTHER CHEEK)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (SEVERELY) Don't do so on any accountMrs Talboys!
He should be soundly trounced!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (UNBUTTONING HER GAUNTLET VIOLENTLY)
I'll do no such thing. Pigdog and always was ever since he was pupped!
To dare address me! I'll flog him black and blue in the public streets.
I'll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown cuckold.
(SHE SWISHES HER HUNTINGCROP SAVAGELY IN THE AIR) Take down his trousers
without loss of time. Come heresir! Quick! Ready?

BLOOM: (TREMBLINGBEGINNING TO OBEY) The weather has been so warm.

(DAVY STEPHENSRINGLETTEDPASSES WITH A BEVY OF BAREFOOT NEWSBOYS.)

DAVY STEPHENS: MESSENGER OF THE SACRED HEART and EVENING TELEGRAPH with
Saint Patrick's Day supplement. Containing the new addresses of all the
cuckolds in Dublin.

(THE VERY REVEREND CANON O'HANLON IN CLOTH OF GOLD COPE ELEVATES
AND EXPOSES A MARBLE TIMEPIECE. BEFORE HIM FATHER CONROY AND THE
REVEREND JOHN HUGHES S.J. BEND LOW.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (UNPORTALLING)

Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.
Cuckoo.


(THE BRASS QUOITS OF A BED ARE HEARD TO JINGLE.)

THE QUOITS: Jigjag. Jigajiga. Jigjag.

(A PANEL OF FOG ROLLS BACK RAPIDLYREVEALING RAPIDLY IN THE JURYBOX
THE FACES OF MARTIN CUNNINGHAMFOREMANSILKHATTEDJACK POWER
SIMON DEDALUSTOM KERNANNED LAMBERTJOHN HENRY MENTON
MYLES CRAWFORDLENEHANPADDY LEONARDNOSEY FLYNNM'COY
AND THE FEATURELESS FACE OF A NAMELESS ONE.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: Bareback riding. Weight for age. Gobhe organised her.

THE JURORS: (ALL THEIR HEADS TURNED TO HIS VOICE) Really?

THE NAMELESS ONE: (SNARLS) Arse over tip. Hundred shillings to five.

THE JURORS: (ALL THEIR HEADS LOWERED IN ASSENT) Most of us thought as much.

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. Another girl's plait cut. Wanted:
Jack the Ripper. A thousand pounds reward.

SECOND WATCH: (AWEDWHISPERS) And in black. A mormon. Anarchist.


THE CRIER: (LOUDLY) Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a wellknown
dynamitardforgerbigamistbawd and cuckold and a public nuisance to
the citizens of Dublin and whereas at this commission of assizes the most
honourable ...

(HIS HONOURSIR FREDERICK FALKINERRECORDER OF DUBLININ JUDICIAL
GARB OF GREY STONE RISES FROM THE BENCHSTONEBEARDED. HE BEARS IN
HIS ARMS AN UMBRELLA SCEPTRE. FROM HIS FOREHEAD ARISE STARKLY THE
MOSAIC RAMSHORNS.)

THE RECORDER: I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin
of this odious pest. Scandalous! (HE DONS THE BLACK CAP) Let him be taken
Mr Subsherifffrom the dock where he now stands and detained in custody
in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by
the neck until he is dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the
Lord have mercy on your soul. Remove him. (A BLACK SKULLCAP DESCENDS UPON
HIS HEAD.)

(THE SUBSHERIFF LONG JOHN FANNING APPEARSSMOKING A PUNGENT HENRY CLAY.)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (SCOWLS AND CALLS WITH RICH ROLLING UTTERANCE) Who'll
hang Judas Iscariot?

(H. RUMBOLDMASTER BARBERIN A BLOODCOLOURED JERKIN AND
TANNER'S APRONA ROPE COILED OVER HIS SHOULDERMOUNTS THE BLOCK. A
LIFE PRESERVER AND A NAILSTUDDED BLUDGEON ARE STUCK IN HIS BELT. HE
RUBS GRIMLY HIS GRAPPLING HANDSKNOBBED WITH KNUCKLEDUSTERS.)
RUMBOLD: (TO THE RECORDER WITH SINISTER FAMILIARITY) Hanging Harryyour
Majestythe Mersey terror. Five guineas a jugular. Neck or nothing.

(THE BELLS OF GEORGE'S CHURCH TOLL SLOWLYLOUD DARK IRON.)

THE BELLS: Heigho! Heigho!

BLOOM: (DESPERATELY) Wait. Stop. Gulls. Good heart. I saw. Innocence. Girl
in the monkeyhouse. Zoo. Lewd chimpanzee. (BREATHLESSLY) Pelvic basin. Her
artless blush unmanned me. (OVERCOME WITH EMOTION) I left the precincts.
(HE TURNS TO A FIGURE IN THE CROWDAPPEALING) Hynesmay I speak to you?
You know me. That three shillings you can keep. If you want a little
more ...

HYNES: (COLDLY) You are a perfect stranger.

SECOND WATCH: (POINTS TO THE CORNER) The bomb is here.

FIRST WATCH: Infernal machine with a time fuse.

BLOOM: Nono. Pig's feet. I was at a funeral.

FIRST WATCH: (DRAWS HIS TRUNCHEON) Liar!

(THE BEAGLE LIFTS HIS SNOUTSHOWING THE GREY SCORBUTIC FACE OF
PADDY DIGNAM. HE HAS GNAWED ALL. HE EXHALES A PUTRID CARCASEFED
BREATH. HE GROWS TO HUMAN SIZE AND SHAPE. HIS DACHSHUND COAT
BECOMES A BROWN MORTUARY HABIT. HIS GREEN EYE FLASHES BLOODSHOT.
HALF OF ONE EARALL THE NOSE AND BOTH THUMBS ARE GHOULEATEN.)

PADDY DIGNAM: (IN A HOLLOW VOICE) It is true. It was my funeral. Doctor
Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from
natural causes.

(HE LIFTS HIS MUTILATED ASHEN FACE MOONWARDS AND BAYS LUGUBRIOUSLY.)


BLOOM: (IN TRIUMPH) You hear?

PADDY DIGNAM: BloomI am Paddy Dignam's spirit. ListlistO list!

BLOOM: The voice is the voice of Esau.

SECOND WATCH: (BLESSES HIMSELF) How is that possible?

FIRST WATCH: It is not in the penny catechism.

PADDY DIGNAM: By metempsychosis. Spooks.

A VOICE: O rocks.

PADDY DIGNAM: (EARNESTLY) Once I was in the employ of Mr J. H. Menton
solicitorcommissioner for oaths and affidavitsof 27 Bachelor's Walk.
Now I am defunctthe wall of the heart hypertrophied. Hard lines. The
poor wife was awfully cut up. How is she bearing it? Keep her off that
bottle of sherry. (HE LOOKS ROUND HIM) A lamp. I must satisfy an animal
need. That buttermilk didn't agree with me.

(THE PORTLY FIGURE OF JOHN O'CONNELLCARETAKERSTANDS FORTH
HOLDING A BUNCH OF KEYS TIED WITH CRAPE. BESIDE HIM STANDS FATHER
COFFEYCHAPLAINTOADBELLIEDWRYNECKEDIN A SURPLICE AND
BANDANNA NIGHTCAPHOLDING SLEEPILY A STAFF TWISTED POPPIES.)

FATHER COFFEY: (YAWNSTHEN CHANTS WITH A HOARSE CROAK) Namine. Jacobs.
Vobiscuits. Amen.

JOHN O'CONNELL: (FOGHORNS STORMILY THROUGH HIS MEGAPHONE) Dignam
Patrick Tdeceased.

PADDY DIGNAM: (WITH PRICKED UP EARSWINCES) Overtones. (HE WRIGGLES
FORWARD AND PLACES AN EAR TO THE GROUND) My master's voice!

JOHN O'CONNELL: Burial docket letter number U. P. eightyfive thousand.
Field seventeen. House of Keys. Plotone hundred and one.

(PADDY DIGNAM LISTENS WITH VISIBLE EFFORTTHINKINGHIS TAIL
STIFFPOINTCDHIS EARS COCKED.)

PADDY DIGNAM: Pray for the repose of his soul.

(HE WORMS DOWN THROUGH A COALHOLEHIS BROWN HABIT TRAILING ITS
TETHER OVER RATTLING PEBBLES. AFTER HIM TODDLES AN OBESE GRANDFATHER
RAT ON FUNGUS TURTLE PAWS UNDER A GREY CARAPACE. DIGNAM'S VOICE
MUFFLEDIS HEARD BAYING UNDER GROUND: Dignam's dead and gone
below. TOM ROCHFORDROBINREDBREASTEDIN CAP AND BREECHES
JUMPS FROM HIS TWOCOLUMNED MACHINE.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (A HAND TO HIS BREASTBONEBOWS) Reuben J. A florin I find
him. (HE FIXES THE MANHOLE WITH A RESOLUTE STARE) My turn now on. Follow
me up to Carlow.

(HE EXECUTES A DAREDEVIL SALMON LEAP IN THE AIR AND IS ENGULFED IN
THE COALHOLE. TWO DISCS ON THE COLUMNS WOBBLEEYES OF NOUGHT. ALL
RECEDES. BLOOM PLODGES FORWARD AGAIN THROUGH THE SUMP. KISSES
CHIRP AMID THE RIFTS OF FOG A PIANO SOUNDS. HE STANDS BEFORE A
LIGHTED HOUSELISTENING. THE KISSESWINGING FROM THEIR BOWERS FLY
ABOUT HIMTWITTERINGWARBLINGCOOING.)

THE KISSES: (WARBLING) Leo! (TWITTERING) Icky licky micky sticky for Leo!
(COOING) Coo coocoo! YummyyumWomwom! (WARBLING) Big comebig! Pirouette!
Leopopold! (TWITTERING) Leeolee! (WARBLING) O Leo!


(THEY RUSTLEFLUTTER UPON HIS GARMENTSALIGHTBRIGHT GIDDY FLECKS
SILVERY SEQUINS.)


BLOOM: A man's touch. Sad music. Church music. Perhaps here.


(ZOE HIGGINSA YOUNG WHORE IN A SAPPHIRE SLIPCLOSED WITH THREE
BRONZE BUCKLESA SLIM BLACK VELVET FILLET ROUND HER THROATNODS
TRIPS DOWN THE STEPS AND ACCOSTS HIM.)


ZOE: Are you looking for someone? He's inside with his friend.


BLOOM: Is this Mrs Mack's?


ZOE: Noeightyone. Mrs Cohen's. You might go farther and fare worse. Mother
Slipperslapper. (FAMILIARLY) She's on the job herself tonight with the vet
her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in Oxford.
Working overtime but her luck's turned today. (SUSPICIOUSLY) You're not
his fatherare you?


BLOOM: Not I!


ZOE: You both in black. Has little mousey any tickles tonight?


(HIS SKINALERTFEELS HER FINGERTIPS APPROACH. A HAND GLIDES OVER
HIS LEFT THIGH.)


ZOE: How's the nuts?


BLOOM: Off side. Curiously they are on the right. HeavierI suppose.
One in a million my tailorMesiassays.


ZOE: (IN SUDDEN ALARM) You've a hard chancre.


BLOOM: Not likely.


ZOE: I feel it.


(HER HAND SLIDES INTO HIS LEFT TROUSER POCKET AND BRINGS OUT A HARD
BLACK SHRIVELLED POTATO. SHE REGARDS IT AND BLOOM WITH DUMB MOIST
LIPS.)


BLOOM: A talisman. Heirloom.


ZOE: For Zoe? For keeps? For being so niceeh?


(SHE PUTS THE POTATO GREEDILY INTO A POCKET THEN LINKS HIS ARM
CUDDLING HIM WITH SUPPLE WARMTH. HE SMILES UNEASILY. SLOWLYNOTE
BY NOTEORIENTAL MUSIC IS PLAYED. HE GAZES IN THE TAWNY CRYSTAL OF
HER EYESRINGED WITH KOHOL. HIS SMILE SOFTENS.)


ZOE: You'll know me the next time.


BLOOM: (FORLORNLY) I never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to ...


(GAZELLES ARE LEAPINGFEEDING ON THE MOUNTAINS. NEAR ARE LAKES.
ROUND THEIR SHORES FILE SHADOWS BLACK OF CEDARGROVES. AROMA RISES
A STRONG HAIRGROWTH OF RESIN. IT BURNSTHE ORIENTA SKY OF SAPPHIRE
CLEFT BY THE BRONZE FLIGHT OF EAGLES. UNDER IT LIES THE WOMANCITY
NUDEWHITESTILLCOOLIN LUXURY. A FOUNTAIN MURMURS AMONG
DAMASK ROSES. MAMMOTH ROSES MURMUR OF SCARLET WINEGRAPES. A
WINE OF SHAMELUSTBLOOD EXUDESSTRANGELY MURMURING.)


ZOE: (MURMURING SINGSONG WITH THE MUSICHER ODALISK LIPS LUSCIOUSLY



SMEARED WITH SALVE OF SWINEFAT AND ROSEWATER) SCHORACH ANI WENOWACH
BENOITH HIERUSHALOIM.

BLOOM: (FASCINATED) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.

ZOE: And you know what thought did?

(SHE BITES HIS EAR GENTLY WITH LITTLE GOLDSTOPPED TEETHSENDING ON
HIM A CLOYING BREATH OF STALE GARLIC. THE ROSES DRAW APARTDISCLOSE A
SEPULCHRE OF THE GOLD OF KINGS AND THEIR MOULDERING BONES.)

BLOOM: (DRAWS BACKMECHANICALLY CARESSING HER RIGHT BUB WITH A FLAT
AWKWARD HAND) Are you a Dublin girl?

ZOE: (CATCHES A STRAY HAIR DEFTLY AND TWISTS IT TO HER COIL)
No bloody fear. I'm English. Have you a swaggerroot?

BLOOM: (AS BEFORE) Rarely smokedear. Cigar now and then. Childish
device. (LEWDLY) The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of
rank weed.

ZOE: Go on. Make a stump speech out of it.

BLOOM: (IN WORKMAN'S CORDUROY OVERALLSBLACK GANSY WITH RED FLOATING TIE
AND APACHE CAP) Mankind is incorrigible. Sir Walter Ralegh brought from the
new world that potato and that weedthe one a killer of pestilence by
absorptionthe other a poisoner of the eareyeheartmemorywill
understandingall. That is to say he brought the poison a hundred years
before another person whose name I forget brought the food. Suicide. Lies.
All our habits. Whylook at our public life!

(MIDNIGHT CHIMES FROM DISTANT STEEPLES.)

THE CHIMES: Turn againLeopold! Lord mayor of Dublin!

BLOOM: (IN ALDERMAN'S GOWN AND CHAIN) Electors of Arran QuayInns Quay
RotundaMountjoy and North Dockbetter run a tramlineI sayfrom the
cattlemarket to the river. That's the music of the future. That's my
programme. CUI BONO? But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their
phantom ship of finance ...

AN ELECTOR: Three times three for our future chief magistrate!

(THE AURORA BOREALIS OF THE TORCHLIGHT PROCESSION LEAPS.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: Hooray!

(SEVERAL WELLKNOWN BURGESSESCITY MAGNATES AND FREEMEN OF THE
CITY SHAKE HANDS WITH BLOOM AND CONGRATULATE HIM. TIMOTHY
HARRINGTONLATE THRICE LORD MAYOR OF DUBLINIMPOSING IN MAYORAL
SCARLETGOLD CHAIN AND WHITE SILK TIECONFERS WITH COUNCILLOR LORCAN
SHERLOCKLOCUM TENENS. THEY NOD VIGOROUSLY IN AGREEMENT.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (IN SCARLET ROBE WITH MACEGOLD MAYORAL CHAIN
AND LARGE WHITE SILK SCARF) That alderman sir Leo Bloom's speech be
printed at the expense of the ratepayers. That the house in which he was
born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that the thoroughfare
hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated
Boulevard Bloom.

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Carried unanimously.

BLOOM: (IMPASSIONEDLY) These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they
recline in their upholstered poopcasting dicewhat reck they? Machines


is their crytheir chimeratheir panacea. Laboursaving apparatuses
supplantersbugbearsmanufactured monsters for mutual murderhideous
hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted
labour. The poor man starves while they are grassing their royal mountain
stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their purblind pomp of pelf
and power. But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev ...

(PROLONGED APPLAUSE. VENETIAN MASTSMAYPOLES AND FESTAL ARCHES
SPRING UP. A STREAMER BEARING THE LEGENDS Cead Mile Failte AND
Mah Ttob Melek Israel SPANS THE STREET. ALL THE WINDOWS ARE
THRONGED WITH SIGHTSEERSCHIEFLY LADIES. ALONG THE ROUTE THE
REGIMENTS OF THE ROYAL DUBLIN FUSILIERSTHE KING'S OWN SCOTTISH
BORDERERSTHE CAMERON HIGHLANDERS AND THE WELSH FUSILIERS
STANDING TO ATTENTIONKEEP BACK THE CROWD. BOYS FROM HIGH SCHOOL
ARE PERCHED ON THE LAMPPOSTSTELEGRAPH POLESWINDOWSILLS
CORNICESGUTTERSCHIMNEYPOTSRAILINGSRAINSPOUTSWHISTLING AND
CHEERING THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD APPEARS. A FIFE AND DRUM BAND IS
HEARD IN THE DISTANCE PLAYING THE KOL NIDRE. THE BEATERS APPROACH
WITH IMPERIAL EAGLES HOISTEDTRAILING BANNERS AND WAVING ORIENTAL
PALMS. THE CHRYSELEPHANTINE PAPAL STANDARD RISES HIGHSURROUNDED
BY PENNONS OF THE CIVIC FLAG. THE VAN OF THE PROCESSION APPEARS
HEADED BY JOHN HOWARD PARNELLCITY MARSHALIN A CHESSBOARD
TABARDTHE ATHLONE POURSUIVANT AND ULSTER KING OF ARMS. THEY ARE
FOLLOWED BY THE RIGHT HONOURABLE JOSEPH HUTCHINSONLORD MAYOR
OF DUBLINHIS LORDSHIP THE LORD MAYOR OF CORKTHEIR WORSHIPS THE
MAYORS OF LIMERICKGALWAYSLIGO AND WATERFORDTWENTYEIGHT
IRISH REPRESENTATIVE PEERSSIRDARSGRANDEES AND MAHARAJAHS BEARING
THE CLOTH OF ESTATETHE DUBLIN METROPOLITAN FIRE BRIGADETHE
CHAPTER OF THE SAINTS OF FINANCE IN THEIR PLUTOCRATIC ORDER OF
PRECEDENCETHE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNORHIS EMINENCE
MICHAEL CARDINAL LOGUEARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGHPRIMATE OF ALL
IRELANDHIS GRACETHE MOST REVEREND DR WILLIAM ALEXANDER
ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGHPRIMATE OF ALL IRELANDTHE CHIEF RABBITHE
PRESBYTERIAN MODERATORTHE HEADS OF THE BAPTISTANABAPTIST
METHODIST AND MORAVIAN CHAPELS AND THE HONORARY SECRETARY OF THE
SOCIETY OF FRIENDS. AFTER THEM MARCH THE GUILDS AND TRADES AND
TRAINBANDS WITH FLYING COLOURS: COOPERSBIRD FANCIERSMILLWRIGHTS
NEWSPAPER CANVASSERSLAW SCRIVENERSMASSEURSVINTNERS
TRUSSMAKERSCHIMNEYSWEEPSLARD REFINERSTABINET AND POPLIN
WEAVERSFARRIERSITALIAN WAREHOUSEMENCHURCH DECORATORS
BOOTJACK MANUFACTURERSUNDERTAKERSSILK MERCERSLAPIDARIES
SALESMASTERSCORKCUTTERSASSESSORS OF FIRE LOSSESDYERS AND CLEANERS
EXPORT BOTTLERSFELLMONGERSTICKETWRITERSHERALDIC SEAL ENGRAVERS
HORSE REPOSITORY HANDSBULLION BROKERSCRICKET AND ARCHERY
OUTFITTERSRIDDLEMAKERSEGG AND POTATO FACTORSHOSIERS AND GLOVERS
PLUMBING CONTRACTORS. AFTER THEM MARCH GENTLEMEN OF THE
BEDCHAMBERBLACK RODDEPUTY GARTERGOLD STICKTHE MASTER OF
HORSETHE LORD GREAT CHAMBERLAINTHE EARL MARSHALTHE HIGH
CONSTABLE CARRYING THE SWORD OF STATESAINT STEPHEN'S IRON CROWN
THE CHALICE AND BIBLE. FOUR BUGLERS ON FOOT BLOW A SENNET. BEEFEATERS
REPLYWINDING CLARIONS OF WELCOME. UNDER AN ARCH OF TRIUMPH
BLOOM APPEARSBAREHEADEDIN A CRIMSON VELVET MANTLE TRIMMED
WITH ERMINEBEARING SAINT EDWARD'S STAFF THE ORB AND SCEPTRE WITH
THE DOVETHE CURTANA. HE IS SEATED ON A MILKWHITE HORSE WITH LONG
FLOWING CRIMSON TAILRICHLY CAPARISONEDWITH GOLDEN HEADSTALL. WILD
EXCITEMENT. THE LADIES FROM THEIR BALCONIES THROW DOWN ROSEPETALS.
THE AIR IS PERFUMED WITH ESSENCES. THE MEN CHEER. BLOOM'S BOYS
RUN AMID THE BYSTANDERS WITH BRANCHES OF HAWTHORN AND WRENBUSHES.)

BLOOM'S BOYS:

The wrenthe wren
The king of all birds



Saint Stephen's his day

Was caught in the furze.

A BLACKSMITH: (MURMURS) For the honour of God! And is that Bloom? He
scarcely looks thirtyone.

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: That's the famous Bloom nowthe world's greatest
reformer. Hats off!

(ALL UNCOVER THEIR HEADS. WOMEN WHISPER EAGERLY.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (RICHLY) Isn't he simply wonderful?

A NOBLEWOMAN: (NOBLY) All that man has seen!

A FEMINIST: (MASCULINELY) And done!

A BELLHANGER: A classic face! He has the forehead of a thinker.

(BLOOM'S WEATHER. A SUNBURST APPEARS IN THE NORTHWEST.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: I here present your undoubted
emperor-president and king-chairmanthe most serene and potent and very
puissant ruler of this realm. God save Leopold the First!

ALL: God save Leopold the First!

BLOOM: (IN DALMATIC AND PURPLE MANTLETO THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR
WITH DIGNITY) Thankssomewhat eminent sir.

WILLIAMARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (IN PURPLE STOCK AND SHOVEL HAT) Will you
to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your judgments in
Ireland and territories thereunto belonging?

BLOOM: (PLACING HIS RIGHT HAND ON HIS TESTICLESSWEARS) So may the
Creator deal with me. All this I promise to do.

MICHAELARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (POURS A CRUSE OF HAIROIL OVER BLOOM'S
HEAD) GAUDIUM MAGNUM ANNUNTIO VOBIS. HABEMUS CARNEFICEM. LeopoldPatrick
AndrewDavidGeorgebe thou anointed!

(BLOOM ASSUMES A MANTLE OF CLOTH OF GOLD AND PUTS ON A RUBY RING.
HE ASCENDS AND STANDS ON THE STONE OF DESTINY. THE REPRESENTATIVE
PEERS PUT ON AT THE SAME TIME THEIR TWENTYEIGHT CROWNS. JOYBELLS RING
IN CHRIST CHURCHSAINT PATRICK'SGEORGE'S AND GAY MALAHIDE. MIRUS
BAZAAR FIREWORKS GO UP FROM ALL SIDES WITH SYMBOLICAL PHALLOPYROTECHNIC
DESIGNS. THE PEERS DO HOMAGEONE BY ONEAPPROACHING AND GENUFLECTING.)

THE PEERS: I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly worship.

(BLOOM HOLDS UP HIS RIGHT HAND ON WHICH SPARKLES THE KOH-I-NOOR
DIAMOND. HIS PALFREY NEIGHS. IMMEDIATE SILENCE. WIRELESS
INTERCONTINENTAL AND INTERPLANETARY TRANSMITTERS ARE SET FOR RECEPTION
OF MESSAGE.)

BLOOM: My subjects! We hereby nominate our faithful charger Copula Felix
hereditary Grand Vizier and announce that we have this day repudiated
our former spouse and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess
Selenethe splendour of night.

(THE FORMER MORGANATIC SPOUSE OF BLOOM IS HASTILY REMOVED IN THE
BLACK MARIA. THE PRINCESS SELENEIN MOONBLUE ROBESA SILVER
CRESCENT ON HER HEADDESCENDS FROM A SEDAN CHAIRBORNE BY TWO


GIANTS. AN OUTBURST OF CHEERING.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (RAISES THE ROYAL STANDARD) Illustrious Bloom!
Successor to my famous brother!

BLOOM: (EMBRACES JOHN HOWARD PARNELL) We thank you from our heartJohn
for this right royal welcome to green Erinthe promised land of our common
ancestors.

(THE FREEDOM OF THE CITY IS PRESENTED TO HIM EMBODIED IN A CHARTER.
THE KEYS OF DUBLINCROSSED ON A CRIMSON CUSHIONARE GIVEN TO HIM.
HE SHOWS ALL THAT HE IS WEARING GREEN SOCKS.)

TOM KERNAN: You deserve ityour honour.

BLOOM: On this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at
Ladysmith. Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with
telling effect. Half a league onward! They charge! All is lost now! Do we
yield? No! We drive them headlong! Lo! We charge! Deploying to the left
our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna anduttering their
warcry BONAFIDE SABAOTHsabred the Saracen gunners to a man.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: Hear! Hear!

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: There's the man that got away James Stephens.

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: Bravo!

AN OLD RESIDENT: You're a credit to your countrysirthat's what you are.

AN APPLEWOMAN: He's a man like Ireland wants.

BLOOM: My beloved subjectsa new era is about to dawn. IBloomtell you
verily it is even now at hand. Yeaon the word of a Bloomye shall ere long
enter into the golden city which is to bethe new Bloomusalem in the Nova
Hibernia of the future.

(THIRTYTWO WORKMENWEARING ROSETTESFROM ALL THE COUNTIES OF
IRELANDUNDER THE GUIDANCE OF DERWAN THE BUILDERCONSTRUCT THE
NEW BLOOMUSALEM. IT IS A COLOSSAL EDIFICE WITH CRYSTAL ROOFBUILT IN
THE SHAPE OF A HUGE PORK KIDNEYCONTAINING FORTY THOUSAND ROOMS.
IN THE COURSE OF ITS EXTENSION SEVERAL BUILDINGS AND MONUMENTS ARE
DEMOLISHED. GOVERNMENT OFFICES ARE TEMPORARILY TRANSFERRED TO
RAILWAY SHEDS. NUMEROUS HOUSES ARE RAZED TO THE GROUND. THE
INHABITANTS ARE LODGED IN BARRELS AND BOXESALL MARKED IN RED WITH
THE LETTERS: L. B. SEVERAL PAUPERS FILL FROM A LADDER. A PART OF THE
WALLS OF DUBLINCROWDED WITH LOYAL SIGHTSEERSCOLLAPSES.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (DYING) MORITURI TE SALUTANT. (THEY DIE)

(A MAN IN A BROWN MACINTOSH SPRINGS UP THROUGH A TRAPDOOR. HE
POINTS AN ELONGATED FINGER AT BLOOM.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Don't you believe a word he says. That man is
Leopold M'Intoshthe notorious fireraiser. His real name is Higgins.

BLOOM: Shoot him! Dog of a christian! So much for M'Intosh!

(A CANNONSHOT. THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH DISAPPEARS. BLOOM WITH
HIS SCEPTRE STRIKES DOWN POPPIES. THE INSTANTANEOUS DEATHS OF MANY
POWERFUL ENEMIESGRAZIERSMEMBERS OF PARLIAMENTMEMBERS OF
STANDING COMMITTEESARE REPORTED. BLOOM'S BODYGUARD DISTRIBUTE
MAUNDY MONEYCOMMEMORATION MEDALSLOAVES AND FISHES
TEMPERANCE BADGESEXPENSIVE HENRY CLAY CIGARSFREE COWBONES FOR


SOUPRUBBER PRESERVATIVES IN SEALED ENVELOPES TIED WITH GOLD THREAD
BUTTER SCOTCHPINEAPPLE ROCKbillets doux IN THE FORM OF COCKED
HATSREADYMADE SUITSPORRINGERS OF TOAD IN THE HOLEBOTTLES OF
JEYES' FLUIDPURCHASE STAMPS40 DAYS' INDULGENCESSPURIOUS COINS
DAIRYFED PORK SAUSAGESTHEATRE PASSESSEASON TICKETS AVAILABLE FOR
ALL TRAMLINESCOUPONS OF THE ROYAL AND PRIVILEGED HUNGARIAN
LOTTERYPENNY DINNER COUNTERSCHEAP REPRINTS OF THE WORLD'S TWELVE
WORST BOOKS: FROGGY AND FRITZ (POLITIC)CARE OF THE BABY
(INFANTILIC)50 MEALS FOR 7/6 (CULINIC)WAS JESUS A SUN MYTH?
(HISTORIC)EXPEL THAT PAIN (MEDIC)INFANT'S COMPENDIUM OF THE
UNIVERSE (COSMIC)LET'S ALL CHORTLE (HILARIC)CANVASSER'S VADE
MECUM (JOURNALIC)LOVELETTERS OF MOTHER ASSISTANT (EROTIC)WHO'S
WHO IN SPACE (ASTRIC)SONGS THAT REACHED OUR HEART (MELODIC)
PENNYWISE'S WAY TO WEALTH (PARSIMONIC). A GENERAL RUSH AND
SCRAMBLE. WOMEN PRESS FORWARD TO TOUCH THE HEM OF BLOOM'S ROBE.
THE LADY GWENDOLEN DUBEDAT BURSTS THROUGH THE THRONGLEAPS ON
HIS HORSE AND KISSES HIM ON BOTH CHEEKS AMID GREAT ACCLAMATION. A
MAGNESIUM FLASHLIGHT PHOTOGRAPH IS TAKEN. BABES AND SUCKLINGS ARE
HELD UP.)

THE WOMEN: Little father! Little father!

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS:

Clap clap hands till Poldy comes home

Cakes in his pocket for Leo alone.

(BLOOMBENDING DOWNPOKES BABY BOARDMAN GENTLY IN THE STOMACH.)

BABY BOARDMAN: (HICCUPSCURDLED MILK FLOWING FROM HIS MOUTH) Hajajaja.

BLOOM: (SHAKING HANDS WITH A BLIND STRIPLING) My more than Brother!
(PLACING HIS ARMS ROUND THE SHOULDERS OF AN OLD COUPLE) Dear old friends!
(HE PLAYS PUSSY FOURCORNERS WITH RAGGED BOYS AND GIRLS) Peep! Bopeep! (HE
WHEELS TWINS IN A PERAMBULATOR) Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? (HE PERFORMS
JUGGLER'S TRICKSDRAWS REDORANGEYELLOWGREENBLUEINDIGO AND
VIOLET SILK HANDKERCHIEFS FROM HIS MOUTH) Roygbiv. 32 feet per second. (HE
CONSOLES A WIDOW) Absence makes the heart grow younger. (HE DANCES THE
HIGHLAND FLING WITH GROTESQUE ANTICS) Leg itye devils! (HE KISSES THE
BEDSORES OF A PALSIED VETERAN) Honourable wounds! (HE TRIPS UP A FIT
POLICEMAN) U. p: up. U. p: up. (HE WHISPERS IN THE EAR OF A BLUSHING
WAITRESS AND LAUGHS KINDLY) Ahnaughtynaughty! (HE EATS A RAW TURNIP
OFFERED HIM BY MAURICE BUTTERLYFARMER) Fine! Splendid! (HE REFUSES TO
ACCEPT THREE SHILLINGS OFFERED HIM BY JOSEPH HYNESJOURNALIST) My dear
fellownot at all! (HE GIVES HIS COAT TO A BEGGAR) Please accept.
(HE TAKES PART IN A STOMACH RACE WITH ELDERLY MALE AND FEMALE CRIPPLES)
Come onboys! Wriggle itgirls!

THE CITIZEN: (CHOKED WITH EMOTIONBRUSHES ASIDE A TEAR IN HIS EMERALD
MUFFLER) May the good God bless him!

(THE RAMS' HORNS SOUND FOR SILENCE. THE STANDARD OF ZION IS HOISTED.)

BLOOM: (UNCLOAKS IMPRESSIVELYREVEALING OBESITYUNROLLS A PAPER AND
READS SOLEMNLY) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom
Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth
Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

(AN OFFICIAL TRANSLATION IS READ BY JIMMY HENRYASSISTANT TOWN CLERK.)

JIMMY HENRY: The Court of Conscience is now open. His Most Catholic
Majesty will now administer open air justice. Free medical and legal


advicesolution of doubles and other problems. All cordially invited.
Given at this our loyal city of Dublin in the year I of the Paradisiacal
Era.

PADDY LEONARD: What am I to do about my rates and taxes?

BLOOM: Pay themmy friend.

PADDY LEONARD: Thank you.

NOSEY FLYNN: Can I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance?

BLOOM: (OBDURATELY) Sirstake notice that by the law of torts you are
bound over in your own recognisances for six months in the sum of five
pounds.

J. J. O'MOLLOY: A Daniel did I say? Nay! A Peter O'Brien!
NOSEY FLYNN: Where do I draw the five pounds?

PISSER BURKE: For bladder trouble?

BLOOM:

ACID. NIT. HYDROCHLOR. DIL.20 minims

TINCT. NUX VOM.5 minims

EXTR. TARAXEL. IIQ.30 minims.

AQ. DIS. TER IN DIE.

CHRIS CALLINAN: What is the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran?

BLOOM: Pleased to hear from youChris. K. II.

JOE HYNES: Why aren't you in uniform?

BLOOM: When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the
Austrian despot in a dank prison where was yours?

BEN DOLLARD: Pansies?

BLOOM: Embellish (beautify) suburban gardens.

BEN DOLLARD: When twins arrive?

BLOOM: Father (paterdad) starts thinking.

LARRY O'ROURKE: An eightday licence for my new premises. You remember me
sir Leowhen you were in number seven. I'm sending around a dozen of
stout for the missus.

BLOOM: (COLDLY) You have the advantage of me. Lady Bloom accepts no
presents.

CROFTON: This is indeed a festivity.

BLOOM: (SOLEMNLY) You call it a festivity. I call it a sacrament.

ALEXANDER KEYES: When will we have our own house of keys?

BLOOM: I stand for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten
commandments. New worlds for old. Union of alljewmoslem and gentile.
Three acres and a cow for all children of nature. Saloon motor hearses.
Compulsory manual labour for all. All parks open to the public day and


night. Electric dishscrubbers. Tuberculosislunacywar and mendicancy
must now cease. General amnestyweekly carnival with masked licence
bonuses for allesperanto the universal language with universal
brotherhood. No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors.
Free moneyfree rentfree love and a free lay church in a free
lay state.

O'MADDEN BURKE: Free fox in a free henroost.

DAVY BYRNE: (YAWNING) Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!

BLOOM: Mixed races and mixed marriage.

LENEHAN: What about mixed bathing?

(BLOOM EXPLAINS TO THOSE NEAR HIM HIS SCHEMES FOR SOCIAL
REGENERATION. ALL AGREE WITH HIM. THE KEEPER OF THE KILDARE STREET
MUSEUM APPEARSDRAGGING A LORRY ON WHICH ARE THE SHAKING STATUES
OF SEVERAL NAKED GODDESSESVENUS CALLIPYGEVENUS PANDEMOS
VENUS METEMPSYCHOSISAND PLASTER FIGURESALSO NAKEDREPRESENTING
THE NEW NINE MUSESCOMMERCEOPERATIC MUSICAMORPUBLICITY
MANUFACTURELIBERTY OF SPEECHPLURAL VOTINGGASTRONOMY
PRIVATE HYGIENESEASIDE CONCERT ENTERTAINMENTSPAINLESS
OBSTETRICS AND ASTRONOMY FOR THE PEOPLE.)

FATHER FARLEY: He is an episcopalianan agnostican anythingarian
seeking to overthrow our holy faith.

MRS RIORDAN: (TEARS UP HER WILL) I'm disappointed in you! You bad man!

MOTHER GROGAN: (REMOVES HER BOOT TO THROW IT AT BLOOM) You beast!
You abominable person!

NOSEY FLYNN: Give us a tuneBloom. One of the old sweet songs.

BLOOM: (WITH ROLLICKING HUMOUR)

I vowed that I never would leave her

She turned out a cruel deceiver.

With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: Good old Bloom! There's nobody like him after all.

PADDY LEONARD: Stage Irishman!

BLOOM: What railway opera is like a tramline in Gibraltar? The Rows of
Casteele. (LAUGHTER.)

LENEHAN: Plagiarist! Down with Bloom!

THE VEILED SIBYL: (ENTHUSIASTICALLY) I'm a Bloomite and I glory in it.
I believe in him in spite of all. I'd give my life for himthe funniest
man on earth.

BLOOM: (WINKS AT THE BYSTANDERS) I bet she's a bonny lassie.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (IN FISHINGCAP AND OILSKIN JACKET) He employs a
mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (STABS HERSELF) My hero god! (SHE DIES)

(MANY MOST ATTRACTIVE AND ENTHUSIASTIC WOMEN ALSO COMMIT SUICIDE


BY STABBINGDROWNINGDRINKING PRUSSIC ACIDACONITEARSENIC
OPENING THEIR VEINSREFUSING FOODCASTING THEMSELVES UNDER
STEAMROLLERSFROM THE TOP OF NELSON'S PILLARINTO THE GREAT VAT OF
GUINNESS'S BREWERYASPHYXIATING THEMSELVES BY PLACING THEIR HEADS
IN GASOVENSHANGING THEMSELVES IN STYLISH GARTERSLEAPING FROM
WINDOWS OF DIFFERENT STOREYS.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (VIOLENTLY) Fellowchristians and antiBloomitesthe man
called Bloom is from the roots of hella disgrace to christian men.
A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes
gave precocious signs of infantile debaucheryrecalling the cities of the
plainwith a dissolute granddam. This vile hypocritebronzed with infamy
is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse. A worshipper of the Scarlet
Womanintrigue is the very breath of his nostrils. The stake faggots and
the caldron of boiling oil are for him. Caliban!

THE MOB: Lynch him! Roast him! He's as bad as Parnell was. Mr Fox!

(MOTHER GROGAN THROWS HER BOOT AT BLOOM. SEVERAL SHOPKEEPERS
FROM UPPER AND LOWER DORSET STREET THROW OBJECTS OF LITTLE OR NO
COMMERCIAL VALUEHAMBONESCONDENSED MILK TINSUNSALEABLE
CABBAGESTALE BREADSHEEP'S TAILSODD PIECES OF FAT.)

BLOOM: (EXCITEDLY) This is midsummer madnesssome ghastly joke again. By
heavenI am guiltless as the unsunned snow! It was my brother Henry. He
is my double. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn. Slanderthe viperhas
wrongfully accused me. FellowcountrymenSGENL INN BAN BATA COISDE GAN
CAPALL. I call on my old friendDr Malachi Mulligansex specialistto
give medical testimony on my behalf.

DR MULLIGAN: (IN MOTOR JERKINGREEN MOTORGOGGLES ON HIS BROW) Dr Bloom is
bisexually abnormal. He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace's private
asylum for demented gentlemen. Born out of bedlock hereditary epilepsy is
presentthe consequence of unbridled lust. Traces of elephantiasis have been
discovered among his ascendants. There are marked symptoms of chronic
exhibitionism. Ambidexterity is also latent. He is prematurely bald from
selfabuseperversely idealistic in consequencea reformed rakeand has
metal teeth. In consequence of a family complex he has temporarily lost
his memory and I believe him to be more sinned against than sinning. I
have made a pervaginal examination andafter application of the acid test
to 5427 analaxillarypectoral and pubic hairsI declare him to be
VIRGO INTACTA.

(BLOOM HOLDS HIS HIGH GRADE HAT OVER HIS GENITAL ORGANS.)

DR MADDEN: Hypsospadia is also marked. In the interest of coming
generations I suggest that the parts affected should be preserved in
spirits of wine in the national teratological museum.

DR CROTTHERS: I have examined the patient's urine. It is albuminoid.
Salivation is insufficientthe patellar reflex intermittent.

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: The FETOR JUDAICUS is most perceptible.

DR DIXON: (READS A BILL OF HEALTH) Professor Bloom is a finished example of
the new womanly man. His moral nature is simple and lovable. Many have found
him a dear mana dear person. He is a rather quaint fellow on the whole
coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense. He has written a really
beautiful lettera poem in itselfto the court missionary of the
Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. He is
practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that he sleeps on a straw
litter and eats the most Spartan foodcold dried grocer's peas. He wears
a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges
himself every Saturday. He wasI understandat one time a firstclass


misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. Another report states that he was a
very posthumous child. I appeal for clemency in the name of the most
sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak. He is
about to have a baby.

(GENERAL COMMOTION AND COMPASSION. WOMEN FAINT. A WEALTHY
AMERICAN MAKES A STREET COLLECTION FOR BLOOM. GOLD AND SILVER
COINSBLANK CHEQUESBANKNOTESJEWELSTREASURY BONDSMATURING
BILLS OF EXCHANGEI. O. U'SWEDDING RINGSWATCHCHAINSLOCKETS
NECKLACES AND BRACELETS ARE RAPIDLY COLLECTED.)

BLOOM: OI so want to be a mother.

MRS THORNTON: (IN NURSETENDER'S GOWN) Embrace me tightdear.
You'll be soon over it. Tightdear.

(BLOOM EMBRACES HER TIGHTLY AND BEARS EIGHT MALE YELLOW AND WHITE
CHILDREN. THEY APPEAR ON A REDCARPETED STAIRCASE ADORNED WITH
EXPENSIVE PLANTS. ALL THE OCTUPLETS ARE HANDSOMEWITH VALUABLE
METALLIC FACESWELLMADERESPECTABLY DRESSED AND WELLCONDUCTED
SPEAKING FIVE MODERN LANGUAGES FLUENTLY AND INTERESTED IN VARIOUS
ARTS AND SCIENCES. EACH HAS HIS NAME PRINTED IN LEGIBLE LETTERS ON HIS
SHIRTFRONT: NASODOROGOLDFINGERCHRYSOSTOMOSMAINDOREE
SILVERSMILESILBERSELBERVIFARGENTPANARGYROS. THEY ARE
IMMEDIATELY APPOINTED TO POSITIONS OF HIGH PUBLIC TRUST IN SEVERAL
DIFFERENT COUNTRIES AS MANAGING DIRECTORS OF BANKSTRAFFIC MANAGERS
OF RAILWAYSCHAIRMEN OF LIMITED LIABILITY COMPANIESVICECHAIRMEN
OF HOTEL SYNDICATES.)

A VOICE: Bloomare you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?

BLOOM: (DARKLY) You have said it.

BROTHER BUZZ: Then perform a miracle like Father Charles.

BANTAM LYONS: Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger.

(BLOOM WALKS ON A NETCOVERS HIS LEFT EYE WITH HIS LEFT EARPASSES
THROUGH SEVERAL WALLSCLIMBS NELSON'S PILLARHANGS FROM THE TOP
LEDGE BY HIS EYELIDSEATS TWELVE DOZEN OYSTERS (SHELLS INCLUDED)
HEALS SEVERAL SUFFERERS FROM KING'S EVILCONTRACTS HIS FACE SO AS TO
RESEMBLE MANY HISTORICAL PERSONAGESLORD BEACONSFIELDLORD
BYRONWAT TYLERMOSES OF EGYPTMOSES MAIMONIDESMOSES
MENDELSSOHNHENRY IRVINGRIP VAN WINKLEKOSSUTHJEAN JACQUES
ROUSSEAUBARON LEOPOLD ROTHSCHILDROBINSON CRUSOESHERLOCK
HOLMESPASTEURTURNS EACH FOOT SIMULTANEOUSLY IN DIFFERENT
DIRECTIONSBIDS THE TIDE TURN BACKECLIPSES THE SUN BY EXTENDING HIS
LITTLE FINGER.)

BRINIPAPAL NUNCIO: (IN PAPAL ZOUAVE'S UNIFORMSTEEL CUIRASSES AS
BREASTPLATEARMPLATESTHIGHPLATESLEGPLATESLARGE PROFANE MOUSTACHES
AND BROWN PAPER MITRE) LEOPOLDI AUTEM GENERATIO. Moses begat Noah and Noah
begat Eunuch and Eunuch begat O'Halloran and O'Halloran begat Guggenheim
and Guggenheim begat Agendath and Agendath begat Netaim and Netaim
begat Le Hirsch and Le Hirsch begat Jesurum and Jesurum begat MacKay
and MacKay begat Ostrolopsky and Ostrolopsky begat Smerdoz and
Smerdoz begat Weiss and Weiss begat Schwarz and Schwarz begat
Adrianopoli and Adrianopoli begat Aranjuez and Aranjuez begat Lewy
Lawson and Lewy Lawson begat Ichabudonosor and Ichabudonosor begat
O'Donnell Magnus and O'Donnell Magnus begat Christbaum and
Christbaum begat ben Maimun and ben Maimun begat Dusty Rhodes and
Dusty Rhodes begat Benamor and Benamor begat Jones-Smith and
Jones-Smith begat Savorgnanovich and Savorgnanovich begat Jasperstone
and Jasperstone begat Vingtetunieme and Vingtetunieme begat


Szombathely and Szombathely begat Virag and Virag begat Bloom ET
VOCABITUR NOMEN EIUS EMMANUEL.

A DEADHAND: (WRITES ON THE WALL) Bloom is a cod.

CRAB: (IN BUSHRANGER'S KIT) What did you do in the cattlecreep behind
Kilbarrack?

A FEMALE INFANT: (SHAKES A RATTLE) And under Ballybough bridge?

A HOLLYBUSH: And in the devil's glen?

BLOOM: (BLUSHES FURIOUSLY ALL OVER FROM FRONS TO NATESTHREE TEARS
FILLING FROM HIS LEFT EYE) Spare my past.

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (IN BODYCOATSKNEEBREECHESWITH DONNYBROOK
FAIR SHILLELAGHS) Sjambok him!

(BLOOM WITH ASSES' EARS SEATS HIMSELF IN THE PILLORY WITH CROSSED
ARMSHIS FEET PROTRUDING. HE WHISTLES Don Giovannia cenar teco.
ARTANE ORPHANSJOINING HANDSCAPER ROUND HIM. GIRLS OF THE PRISON
GATE MISSIONJOINING HANDSCAPER ROUND IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS:

You higyou hogyou dirty dog!

You think the ladies love you!

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS:

If you see Kay

Tell him he may

See you in tea

Tell him from me.

HORNBLOWER: (IN EPHOD AND HUNTINGCAPANNOUNCES) And he shall carry the
sins of the people to Azazelthe spirit which is in the wildernessand
to Liliththe nighthag. And they shall stone him and defile himyeaall
from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraimthe land of Ham.

(ALL THE PEOPLE CAST SOFT PANTOMIME STONES AT BLOOM. MANY BONAFIDE
TRAVELLERS AND OWNERLESS DOGS COME NEAR HIM AND DEFILE HIM.
MASTIANSKY AND CITRON APPROACH IN GABERDINESWEARING LONG
EARLOCKS. THEY WAG THEIR BEARDS AT BLOOM.)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Belial! Laemlein of Istriathe false Messiah!
Abulafia! Recant!

(GEORGE R MESIASBLOOM'S TAILORAPPEARSA TAILOR'S GOOSE UNDER
HIS ARMPRESENTING A BILL)

MESIAS: To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings.

BLOOM: (RUBS HIS HANDS CHEERFULLY) Just like old times. Poor Bloom!

(REUBEN J DODDBLACKBEARDED ISCARIOTBAD SHEPHERDBEARING ON
HIS SHOULDERS THE DROWNED CORPSE OF HIS SONAPPROACHES THE
PILLORY.)

REUBEN J: (WHISPERS HOARSELY) The squeak is out. A split is gone for the


flatties. Nip the first rattler.

THE FIRE BRIGADE: Pflaap!

BROTHER BUZZ: (INVESTS BLOOM IN A YELLOW HABIT WITH EMBROIDERY OF PAINTED
FLAMES AND HIGH POINTED HAT. HE PLACES A BAG OF GUNPOWDER ROUND HIS NECK
AND HANDS HIM OVER TO THE CIVIL POWERSAYING) Forgive him his trespasses.

(LIEUTENANT MYERS OF THE DUBLIN FIRE BRIGADE BY GENERAL REQUEST
SETS FIRE TO BLOOM. LAMENTATIONS.)

THE CITIZEN: Thank heaven!

BLOOM: (IN A SEAMLESS GARMENT MARKED I. H. S. STANDS UPRIGHT AMID PHOENIX
FLAMES) Weep not for meO daughters of Erin.

(HE EXHIBITS TO DUBLIN REPORTERS TRACES OF BURNING. THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN
IN BLACK GARMENTSWITH LARGE PRAYERBOOKS AND LONG LIGHTED CANDLES IN
THEIR HANDSKNEEL DOWN AND PRAY.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN:

Kidney of Bloompray for us

Flower of the Bathpray for us

Mentor of Mentonpray for us

Canvasser for the Freemanpray for us

Charitable Masonpray for us

Wandering Soappray for us

Sweets of Sinpray for us

Music without Wordspray for us

Reprover of the Citizenpray for us

Friend of all Frilliespray for us

Midwife Most Mercifulpray for us

Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilencepray for us.

(A CHOIR OF SIX HUNDRED VOICESCONDUCTED BY VINCENT O'BRIEN
SINGS THE CHORUS FROM HANDEL'S MESSIAH ALLELUIA FOR THE LORD GOD
OMNIPOTENT REIGNETHACCOMPANIED ON THE ORGAN BY JOSEPH GLYNN.
BLOOM BECOMES MUTESHRUNKENCARBONISED.)

ZOE: Talk away till you're black in the face.

BLOOM: (IN CAUBEEN WITH CLAY PIPE STUCK IN THE BANDDUSTY BROGUESAN
EMIGRANT'S RED HANDKERCHIEF BUNDLE IN HIS HANDLEADING A BLACK BOGOAK PIG
BY A SUGAUNWITH A SMILE IN HIS EYE) Let me be going nowwoman of the
housefor by all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and
mother of a bating. (WITH A TEAR IN HIS EYE) All insanity. Patriotism
sorrow for the deadmusicfuture of the race. To be or not to be. Life's
dream is o'er. End it peacefully. They can live on. (HE GAZES FAR AWAY
MOURNFULLY) I am ruined. A few pastilles of aconite. The blinds drawn.
A letter. Then lie back to rest. (HE BREATHES SOFTLY) No more. I have
lived. Fare. Farewell.

ZOE: (STIFFLYHER FINGER IN HER NECKFILLET) Honest? Till the next time.
(SHE SNEERS) Suppose you got up the wrong side of the bed or came too
quick with your best girl. OI can read your thoughts!

BLOOM: (BITTERLY) Man and womanlovewhat is it? A cork and bottle.
I'm sick of it. Let everything rip.

ZOE: (IN SUDDEN SULKS) I hate a rotter that's insincere. Give a bleeding
whore a chance.


BLOOM: (REPENTANTLY) I am very disagreeable. You are a necessary evil.
Where are you from? London?

ZOE: (GLIBLY) Hog's Norton where the pigs plays the organs. I'm Yorkshire
born. (SHE HOLDS HIS HAND WHICH IS FEELING FOR HER NIPPLE) I sayTommy
Tittlemouse. Stop that and begin worse. Have you cash for a short time?
Ten shillings?

BLOOM: (SMILESNODS SLOWLY) Morehourimore.

ZOE: And more's mother? (SHE PATS HIM OFFHANDEDLY WITH VELVET PAWS) Are you
coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola? Come and I'll peel off.

BLOOM: (FEELING HIS OCCIPUT DUBIOUSLY WITH THE UNPARALLELED EMBARRASSMENT
OF A HARASSED PEDLAR GAUGING THE SYMMETRY OF HER PEELED PEARS) Somebody
would be dreadfully jealous if she knew. The greeneyed monster.
(EARNESTLY) You know how difficult it is. I needn't tell you.

ZOE: (FLATTERED) What the eye can't see the heart can't grieve for.
(SHE PATS HIM) Come.

BLOOM: Laughing witch! The hand that rocks the cradle.

ZOE: Babby!

BLOOM: (IN BABYLINEN AND PELISSEBIGHEADEDWITH A CAUL OF DARK HAIR
FIXES BIG EYES ON HER FLUID SLIP AND COUNTS ITS BRONZE BUCKLES WITH A
CHUBBY FINGERHIS MOIST TONGUE LOLLING AND LISPING) One two tlee: tlee
tlwo tlone.

THE BUCKLES: Love me. Love me not. Love me.

ZOE: Silent means consent. (WITH LITTLE PARTED TALONS SHE CAPTURES HIS
HANDHER FOREFINGER GIVING TO HIS PALM THE PASSTOUCH OF SECRET MONITOR
LURING HIM TO DOOM.) Hot hands cold gizzard.

(HE HESITATES AMID SCENTSMUSICTEMPTATIONS. SHE LEADS HIM
TOWARDS THE STEPSDRAWING HIM BY THE ODOUR OF HER ARMPITSTHE VICE
OF HER PAINTED EYESTHE RUSTLE OF HER SLIP IN WHOSE SINUOUS FOLDS
LURKS THE LION REEK OF ALL THE MALE BRUTES THAT HAVE POSSESSED HER.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (EXHALING SULPHUR OF RUT AND DUNG AND RAMPING IN THEIR
LOOSEBOXFAINTLY ROARINGTHEIR DRUGGED HEADS SWAYING TO AND FRO) Good!

(ZOE AND BLOOM REACH THE DOORWAY WHERE TWO SISTER WHORES ARE
SEATED. THEY EXAMINE HIM CURIOUSLY FROM UNDER THEIR PENCILLED
BROWS AND SMILE TO HIS HASTY BOW. HE TRIPS AWKWARDLY.)

ZOE: (HER LUCKY HAND INSTANTLY SAVING HIM) Hoopsa! Don't fall upstairs.

BLOOM: The just man falls seven times. (HE STANDS ASIDE AT THE THRESHOLD)
After you is good manners.

ZOE: Ladies firstgentlemen after.

(SHE CROSSES THE THRESHOLD. HE HESITATES. SHE TURNS ANDHOLDING OUT
HER HANDSDRAWS HIM OVER. HE HOPS. ON THE ANTLERED RACK OF THE
HALL HANG A MAN 'S HAT AND WATERPROOF. BLOOM UNCOVERS HIMSELF BUT
SEEING THEMFROWNSTHEN SMILESPREOCCUPIED. A DOOR ON THE RETURN
LANDING IS FLUNG OPEN. A MAN IN PURPLE SHIRT AND GREY TROUSERS
BROWNSOCKEDPASSES WITH AN APE'S GAITHIS BALD HEAD AND GOATEE
BEARD UPHELDHUGGING A FULL WATERJUGJARHIS TWOTAILED BLACK BRACES
DANGLING AT HEELS. AVERTING HIS FACE QUICKLY BLOOM BENDS TO EXAMINE


ON THE HALLTABLE THE SPANIEL EYES OF A RUNNING FOX: THENHIS LIFTED
HEAD SNIFFINGFOLLOWS ZOE INTO THE MUSICROOM. A SHADE OF MAUVE
TISSUEPAPER DIMS THE LIGHT OF THE CHANDELIER. ROUND AND ROUND A
MOTH FLIESCOLLIDINGESCAPING. THE FLOOR IS COVERED WITH AN OILCLOTH
MOSAIC OF JADE AND AZURE AND CINNABAR RHOMBOIDS. FOOTMARKS ARE
STAMPED OVER IT IN ALL SENSESHEEL TO HEELHEEL TO HOLLOWTOE TO TOE
FEET LOCKEDA MORRIS OF SHUFFLING FEET WITHOUT BODY PHANTOMSALL IN
A SCRIMMAGE HIGGLEDYPIGGLEDY. THE WALLS ARE TAPESTRIED WITH A PAPER
OF YEWFRONDS AND CLEAR GLADES. IN THE GRATE IS SPREAD A SCREEN OF
PEACOCK FEATHERS. LYNCH SQUATS CROSSLEGGED ON THE HEARTHRUG OF
MATTED HAIRHIS CAP BACK TO THE FRONT. WITH A WAND HE BEATS TIME
SLOWLY. KITTY RICKETTSA BONY PALLID WHORE IN NAVY COSTUME
DOESKIN GLOVES ROLLED BACK FROM A CORAL WRISTLETA CHAIN PURSE IN HER
HANDSITS PERCHED ON THE EDGE OF THE TABLE SWINGING HER LEG AND
GLANCING AT HERSELF IN THE GILT MIRROR OVER THE MANTELPIECE. A TAG OF
HER CORSETLACE HANGS SLIGHTLY BELOW HER JACKET. LYNCH INDICATES
MOCKINGLY THE COUPLE AT THE PIANO.)


KITTY: (COUGHS BEHIND HER HAND) She's a bit imbecillic. (SHE SIGNS WITH A
WAGGLING FOREFINGER) Blemblem. (LYNCH LIFTS UP HER SKIRT AND WHITE PETTICOAT
WITH HIS WAND SHE SETTLES THEM DOWN QUICKLY.) Respect yourself. (SHE HICCUPS
THEN BENDS QUICKLY HER SAILOR HAT UNDER WHICH HER HAIR GLOWSRED WITH HENNA)
Oexcuse!


ZOE: More limelightCharley. (SHE GOES TO THE CHANDELIER AND TURNS THE
GAS FULL COCK)


KITTY: (PEERS AT THE GASJET) What ails it tonight?


LYNCH: (DEEPLY) Enter a ghost and hobgoblins.


ZOE: Clap on the back for Zoe.


(THE WAND IN LYNCH'S HAND FLASHES: A BRASS POKER. STEPHEN STANDS
AT THE PIANOLA ON WHICH SPRAWL HIS HAT AND ASHPLANT. WITH TWO
FINGERS HE REPEATS ONCE MORE THE SERIES OF EMPTY FIFTHS. FLORRY
TALBOTA BLOND FEEBLE GOOSEFAT WHORE IN A TATTERDEMALION GOWN OF
MILDEWED STRAWBERRYLOLLS SPREADEAGLE IN THE SOFACORNERHER LIMP
FOREARM PENDENT OVER THE BOLSTERLISTENING. A HEAVY STYE DROOPS
OVER HER SLEEPY EYELID.)


KITTY: (HICCUPS AGAIN WITH A KICK OF HER HORSED FOOT) Oexcuse!


ZOE: (PROMPTLY) Your boy's thinking of you. Tie a knot on your shift.


(KITTY RICKETTS BENDS HER HEAD. HER BOA UNCOILSSLIDESGLIDES OVER
HER SHOULDERBACKARMCHAIR TO THE GROUND. LYNCH LIFTS THE CURLED
CATERPILLAR ON HIS WAND. SHE SNAKES HER NECKNESTLING. STEPHEN
GLANCES BEHIND AT THE SQUATTED FIGURE WITH ITS CAP BACK TO THE FRONT.)


STEPHEN: As a matter of fact it is of no importance whether Benedetto
Marcello found it or made it. The rite is the poet's rest. It may be an
old hymn to Demeter or also illustrate COELA ENARRANT GLORIAM DOMINI.
It is susceptible of nodes or modes as far apart as hyperphrygian and
mixolydian and of texts so divergent as priests haihooping round David's
that is Circe's or what am I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip from the
stable to his chief bassoonist about the alrightness of his almightiness.
MAIS NOM DE NOMthat is another pair of trousers. JETEZ LA GOURME.
FAUT QUE JEUNESSE SE PASSE. (HE STOPSPOINTS AT LYNCH'S CAPSMILES
LAUGHS) Which side is your knowledge bump?


THE CAP: (WITH SATURNINE SPLEEN) Bah! It is because it is. Woman's reason.
Jewgreek is greekjew. Extremes meet. Death is the highest form of life. Bah!



STEPHEN: You remember fairly accurately all my errorsboastsmistakes.
How long shall I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? Whetstone!

THE CAP: Bah!

STEPHEN: Here's another for you. (HE FROWNS) The reason is because the
fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible
interval which ...

THE CAP: Which? Finish. You can't.

STEPHEN: (WITH AN EFFORT) Interval which. Is the greatest possible ellipse.
Consistent with. The ultimate return. The octave. Which.

THE CAP: Which?

(OUTSIDE THE GRAMOPHONE BEGINS TO BLARE The Holy City.)

STEPHEN: (ABRUPTLY) What went forth to the ends of the world to traverse
not itselfGodthe sunShakespearea commercial travellerhaving
itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. Wait a moment. Wait
a second. Damn that fellow's noise in the street. Self which it itself was
ineluctably preconditioned to become. ECCO!

LYNCH: (WITH A MOCKING WHINNY OF LAUGHTER GRINS AT BLOOM AND ZOE HIGGINS)
What a learned speecheh?

ZOE: (BRISKLY) God help your headhe knows more than you have forgotten.

(WITH OBESE STUPIDITY FLORRY TALBOT REGARDS STEPHEN.)

FLORRY: They say the last day is coming this summer.

KITTY: No!

ZOE: (EXPLODES IN LAUGHTER) Great unjust God!

FLORRY: (OFFENDED) Wellit was in the papers about Antichrist. O
my foot's tickling.

(RAGGED BAREFOOT NEWSBOYSJOGGING A WAGTAIL KITEPATTER PAST
YELLING.)

THE NEWSBOYS: Stop press edition. Result of the rockinghorse races.
Sea serpent in the royal canal. Safe arrival of Antichrist.

(STEPHEN TURNS AND SEES BLOOM.)

STEPHEN: A timetimes and half a time.

(REUBEN I ANTICHRISTWANDERING JEWA CLUTCHING HAND OPEN ON HIS
SPINESTUMPS FORWARD. ACROSS HIS LOINS IS SLUNG A PILGRIM'S WALLET
FROM WHICH PROTRUDE PROMISSORY NOTES AND DISHONOURED BILLS. ALOFT
OVER HIS SHOULDER HE BEARS A LONG BOATPOLE FROM THE HOOK OF WHICH
THE SODDEN HUDDLED MASS OF HIS ONLY SONSAVED FROM LIFFEY WATERS
HANGS FROM THE SLACK OF ITS BREECHES. A HOBGOBLIN IN THE IMAGE OF
PUNCH COSTELLOHIPSHOTCROOKBACKEDHYDROCEPHALICPROGNATHIC
WITH RECEDING FOREHEAD AND ALLY SLOPER NOSETUMBLES IN
SOMERSAULTS THROUGH THE GATHERING DARKNESS.)

ALL: What?

THE HOBGOBLIN: (HIS JAWS CHATTERINGCAPERS TO AND FROGOGGLING HIS EYES
SQUEAKINGKANGAROOHOPPING WITH OUTSTRETCHED CLUTCHING ARMSTHEN ALL AT


ONCE THRUSTS HIS LIPLESS FACE THROUGH THE FORK OF HIS THIGHS) IL VIENT!
C'EST MOI! L'HOMME QUI RIT! L'HOMME PRIMIGENE! (HE WHIRLS ROUND AND ROUND
WITH DERVISH HOWLS) SIEURS ET DAMESFAITES VOS JEUX! (HE CROUCHES JUGGLING.
TINY ROULETTE PLANETS FLY FROM HIS HANDS.) LES JEUX SONT FAITS! (THE PLANETS
RUSH TOGETHERUTTERING CREPITANT CRACKS) RIEN VA PLUS! (THE PLANETS
BUOYANT BALLOONSSAIL SWOLLEN UP AND AWAY. HE SPRINGS OFF INTO VACUUM.)

FLORRY: (SINKING INTO TORPORCROSSING HERSELF SECRETLY) The end of
the world!

(A FEMALE TEPID EFFLUVIUM LEAKS OUT FROM HER. NEBULOUS OBSCURITY
OCCUPIES SPACE. THROUGH THE DRIFTING FOG WITHOUT THE GRAMOPHONE
BLARES OVER COUGHS AND FEETSHUFFLING.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: Jerusalem!

Open your gates and sing

Hosanna ...

(A ROCKET RUSHES UP THE SKY AND BURSTS. A WHITE STAR FILLS FROM IT
PROCLAIMING THE CONSUMMATION OF ALL THINGS AND SECOND COMING OF
ELIJAH. ALONG AN INFINITE INVISIBLE TIGHTROPE TAUT FROM ZENITH TO NADIR
THE END OF THE WORLDA TWOHEADED OCTOPUS IN GILLIE'S KILTSBUSBY
AND TARTAN FILIBEGSWHIRLS THROUGH THE MURKHEAD OVER HEELSIN THE
FORM OF THE THREE LEGS OF MAN.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (WITH A SCOTCH ACCENT) Wha'll dance the keel row
the keel rowthe keel row?

(OVER THE POSSING DRIFT AND CHOKING BREATHCOUGHSELIJAH'S VOICE
HARSH AS A CORNCRAKE'SJARS ON HIGH. PERSPIRING IN A LOOSE LAWN
SURPLICE WITH FUNNEL SLEEVES HE IS SEENVERGERFACEDABOVE A ROSTRUM
ABOUT WHICH THE BANNER OF OLD GLORY IS DRAPED. HE THUMPS THE
PARAPET.)

ELIJAH: No yappingif you pleasein this booth. Jake CraneCreole Sue
Dove CampbellAbe Kirschnerdo your coughing with your mouths shut. SayI
am operating all this trunk line. Boysdo it now. God's time is 12.25. Tell
mother you'll be there. Rush your order and you play a slick ace. Join on
right here. Book through to eternity junctionthe nonstop run. Just one
word more. Are you a god or a doggone clod? If the second advent came to
Coney Island are we ready? Florry ChristStephen ChristZoe Christ
Bloom ChristKitty ChristLynch Christit's up to you to sense that cosmic
force. Have we cold feet about the cosmos? No. Be on the side of the
angels. Be a prism. You have that something withinthe higher self. You can
rub shoulders with a Jesusa Gautamaan Ingersoll. Are you all in this
vibration? I say you are. You once nobble thatcongregationand a buck
joyride to heaven becomes a back number. You got me? It's a lifebrightener
sure. The hottest stuff ever was. It's the whole pie with jam in. It's just
the cutest snappiest line out. It is immensesupersumptuous. It restores. It
vibrates. I know and I am some vibrator. Joking apart andgetting down to
bedrockA. J. Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophyhave you got
that? O. K. Seventyseven west sixtyninth street. Got me? That's it. You call
me up by sunphone any old time. Bumbooserssave your stamps. (HE SHOUTS)
Now then our glory song. All join heartily in the singing. Encore!
(HE SINGS) Jeru ...

THE GRAMOPHONE: (DROWNING HIS VOICE) Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh ... (THE
DISC RASPS GRATINGLY AGAINST THE NEEDLE)

THE THREE WHORES: (COVERING THEIR EARSSQUAWK) Ahhkkk!

ELIJAH: (IN ROLLEDUP SHIRTSLEEVESBLACK IN THE FACESHOUTS AT THE TOP OF


HIS VOICEHIS ARMS UPLIFTED) Big Brother up thereMr Presidentyou hear
what I done just been saying to you. CertainlyI sort of believe strong
in youMr President. I certainly am thinking now Miss Higgins and Miss
Ricketts got religion way inside them. Certainly seems to me I don't never
see no wusser scared female than the way you beenMiss Florryjust now
as I done seed you. Mr Presidentyou come long and help me save our
sisters dear. (HE WINKS AT HIS AUDIENCE) Our Mr Presidenthe twig the
whole lot and he aint saying nothing.

KITTY-KATE: I forgot myself. In a weak moment I erred and did what I did on
Constitution hill. I was confirmed by the bishop and enrolled in the brown
scapular. My mother's sister married a Montmorency. It was a working
plumber was my ruination when I was pure.

ZOE-FANNY: I let him larrup it into me for the fun of it.

FLORRY-TERESA: It was in consequence of a portwine beverage on top of
Hennessy's three star. I was guilty with Whelan when he slipped into
the bed.

STEPHEN: In the beginning was the wordin the end the world without end.
Blessed be the eight beatitudes.

(THE BEATITUDESDIXONMADDENCROTTHERSCOSTELLOLENEHAN
BANNONMULLIGAN AND LYNCH IN WHITE SURGICAL STUDENTS' GOWNS
FOUR ABREASTGOOSESTEPPINGTRAMP FIST PAST IN NOISY MARCHING)

THE BEATITUDES: (INCOHERENTLY) Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum
buggerum bishop.

LYSTER: (IN QUAKERGREY KNEEBREECHES AND BROADBRIMMED HATSAYS DISCREETLY)
He is our friend. I need not mention names. Seek thou the light.

(HE CORANTOS BY. BEST ENTERS IN HAIRDRESSER'S ATTIRESHINILY
LAUNDEREDHIS LOCKS IN CURLPAPERS. HE LEADS JOHN EGLINTON WHO
WEARS A MANDARIN'S KIMONO OF NANKEEN YELLOWLIZARDLETTEREDAND
A HIGH PAGODA HAT.)

BEST: (SMILINGLIFTS THE HAT AND DISPLAYS A SHAVEN POLL FROM THE CROWN OF
WHICH BRISTLES A PIGTAIL TOUPEE TIED WITH AN ORANGE TOPKNOT) I was just
beautifying himdon't you know. A thing of beautydon't you knowYeats
saysor I meanKeats says.

JOHN EGLINTON: (PRODUCES A GREENCAPPED DARK LANTERN AND FLASHES IT TOWARDS
A CORNER: WITH CARPING ACCENT) Esthetics and cosmetics are for the
boudoir. I am out for truth. Plain truth for a plain man. Tanderagee wants
the facts and means to get them.

(IN THE CONE OF THE SEARCHLIGHT BEHIND THE COALSCUTTLEOLLAVE
HOLYEYEDTHE BEARDED FIGURE OF MANANAUN MACLIR BROODSCHIN ON
KNEES. HE RISES SLOWLY. A COLD SEAWIND BLOWS FROM HIS DRUID MOUTH.
ABOUT HIS HEAD WRITHE EELS AND ELVERS. HE IS ENCRUSTED WITH WEEDS
AND SHELLS. HIS RIGHT HAND HOLDS A BICYCLE PUMP. HIS LEFT HAND
GRASPS A HUGE CRAYFISH BY ITS TWO TALONS.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (WITH A VOICE OF WAVES) Aum! Hek! Wal! Ak! Lub! Mor! Ma!
White yoghin of the gods. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. (WITH A
VOICE OF WHISTLING SEAWIND) Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I won't have my leg
pulled. It has been said by one: beware the leftthe cult of Shakti. (WITH
A CRY OF STORMBIRDS) Shakti Shivadarkhidden Father! (HE SMITES WITH HIS
BICYCLE PUMP THE CRAYFISH IN HIS LEFT HAND. ON ITS COOPERATIVE DIAL GLOW THE
TWELVE SIGNS OF THE ZODIAC. HE WAILS WITH THE VEHEMENCE OF THE OCEAN.)
Aum! Baum! Pyjaum! I am the light of the homestead! I am the dreamery
creamery butter.


(A SKELETON JUDASHAND STRANGLES THE LIGHT. THE GREEN LIGHT WANES TO
MAUVE. THE GASJET WAILS WHISTLING.)

THE GASJET: Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii!

(ZOE RUNS TO THE CHANDELIER ANDCROOKING HER LEGADJUSTS THE MANTLE.)

ZOE: Who has a fag as I'm here?

LYNCH: (TOSSING A CIGARETTE ON TO THE TABLE) Here.

ZOE: (HER HEAD PERCHED ASIDE IN MOCK PRIDE) Is that the way to hand the POT
to a lady? (SHE STRETCHES UP TO LIGHT THE CIGARETTE OVER THE FLAME
TWIRLING IT SLOWLYSHOWING THE BROWN TUFTS OF HER ARMPITS. LYNCH WITH HIS
POKER LIFTS BOLDLY A SIDE OF HER SLIP. BARE FROM HER GARTERS UP HER FLESH
APPEARS UNDER THE SAPPHIRE A NIXIE'S GREEN. SHE PUFFS CALMLY AT HER
CIGARETTE.) Can you see the beautyspot of my behind?

LYNCH: I'm not looking

ZOE: (MAKES SHEEP'S EYES) No? You wouldn't do a less thing. Would you
suck a lemon?

(SQUINTING IN MOCK SHAME SHE GLANCES WITH SIDELONG MEANING AT
BLOOMTHEN TWISTS ROUND TOWARDS HIMPULLING HER SLIP FREE OF THE
POKER. BLUE FLUID AGAIN FLOWS OVER HER FLESH. BLOOM STANDSSMILING
DESIROUSLYTWIRLING HIS THUMBS. KITTY RICKETTS LICKS HER MIDDLE
FINGER WITH HER SPITTLE ANDGAZING IN THE MIRRORSMOOTHS BOTH
EYEBROWS. LIPOTI VIRAGBASILICOGRAMMATECHUTES RAPIDLY DOWN
THROUGH THE CHIMNEYFLUE AND STRUTS TWO STEPS TO THE LEFT ON GAWKY
PINK STILTS. HE IS SAUSAGED INTO SEVERAL OVERCOATS AND WEARS A BROWN
MACINTOSH UNDER WHICH HE HOLDS A ROLL OF PARCHMENT. IN HIS LEFT EYE
FLASHES THE MONOCLE OF CASHEL BOYLE O'CONNOR FITZMAURICE TISDALL
FARRELL. ON HIS HEAD IS PERCHED AN EGYPTIAN PSHENT. TWO QUILLS
PROJECT OVER HIS EARS.)

VIRAG: (HEELS TOGETHERBOWS) My name is Virag Lipotiof Szombathely. (HE
COUGHS THOUGHTFULLYDRILY) Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence
hereaboutseh? Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is not
wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular
devotee. The injection mark on the thigh I hope you perceived? Good.

BLOOM: Granpapachi. But ...

VIRAG: Number two on the other handshe of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse
whitewhose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of gopherwoodis
in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sitI should opine. Backbone
in frontso to say. Correct me but I always understood that the act so
performed by skittish humans with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in
virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. In a word. Hippogriff. Am I right?

BLOOM: She is rather lean.

VIRAG: (NOT UNPLEASANTLY) Absolutely! Well observed and those pannier
pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest
bunchiness of hip. A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull
has been mulcted. Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Observe the
attention to details of dustspecks. Never put on you tomorrow what you can
wear today. Parallax! (WITH A NERVOUS TWITCH OF HIS HEAD) Did you hear my
brain go snap? Pollysyllabax!

BLOOM: (AN ELBOW RESTING IN A HANDA FOREFINGER AGAINST HIS CHEEK)
She seems sad.


VIRAG: (CYNICALLYHIS WEASEL TEETH BARED YELLOWDRAWS DOWN HIS LEFT EYE
WITH A FINGER AND BARKS HOARSELY) Hoax! Beware of the flapper and bogus
mournful. Lily of the alley. All possess bachelor's button discovered by
Rualdus Columbus. Tumble her. Columble her. Chameleon. (MORE
GENIALLY) Well thenpermit me to draw your attention to item number three.
There is plenty of her visible to the naked eye. Observe the mass of
oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull. What hoshe bumps! The ugly
duckling of the partylongcasted and deep in keel.

BLOOM: (REGRETFULLY) When you come out without your gun.

VIRAG: We can do you all brandsmildmedium and strong. Pay your money
take your choice. How happy could you be with either ...

BLOOM: With ...?

VIRAG: (HIS TONGUE UPCURLING) Lyum! Look. Her beam is broad. She is coated
with quite a considerable layer of fat. Obviously mammal in weight of bosom
you remark that she has in front well to the fore two protuberances of very
respectable dimensionsinclined to fall in the noonday soupplatewhile on
her rere lower down are two additional protuberancessuggestive of potent
rectum and tumescent for palpationwhich leave nothing to be desired save
compactness. Such fleshy parts are the product of careful nurture. When
coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. Pellets of new bread
with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea
endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite
colossal blubber. That suits your bookeh? Fleshhotpots of Egypt to
hanker after. Wallow in it. Lycopodium. (HIS THROAT TWITCHES) Slapbang!
There he goes again.

BLOOM: The stye I dislike.

VIRAG: (ARCHES HIS EYEBROWS) Contact with a goldringthey say. ARGUMENTUM
AD FEMINAMas we said in old Rome and ancient Greece in the consulship of
Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy. Not
for sale. Hire only. Huguenot. (HE TWITCHES) It is a funny sound. (HE
COUGHS ENCOURAGINGLY) But possibly it is only a wart. I presume you shall
have remembered what I will have taught you on that head? Wheatenmeal
with honey and nutmeg.

BLOOM: (REFLECTING) Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax. This searching
ordeal. It has been an unusually fatiguing daya chapter of accidents. Wait.
I meanwartsblood spreads wartsyou said ...

VIRAG: (SEVERELYHIS NOSE HARDHUMPEDHIS SIDE EYE WINKING) Stop twirling
your thumbs and have a good old thunk. Seeyou have forgotten. Exercise
your mnemotechnic. LA CAUSA E SANTA. Tara. Tara. (ASIDE) He will surely
remember.

BLOOM: Rosemary also did I understand you to say or willpower over parasitic
tissues. Then nay no I have an inkling. The touch of a deadhand cures.
Mnemo?

VIRAG: (EXCITEDLY) I say so. I say so. E'en so. Technic. (HE TAPS HIS
PARCHMENTROLL ENERGETICALLY) This book tells you how to act with all
descriptive particulars. Consult index for agitated fear of aconite
melancholy of muriaticpriapic pulsatilla. Virag is going to talk about
amputation. Our old friend caustic. They must be starved. Snip off with
horsehair under the denned neck. Butto change the venue to the Bulgar and
the Basquehave you made up your mind whether you like or dislike women
in male habiliments? (WITH A DRY SNIGGER) You intended to devote an entire
year to the study of the religious problem and the summer months of 1886 to
square the circle and win that million. Pomegranate! From the sublime to


the ridiculous is but a step. Pyjamaslet us say? Or stockingette gussetted
knickersclosed? Orput we the casethose complicated combinations
camiknickers? (HE CROWS DERISIVELY) Keekeereekee!

(BLOOM SURVEYS UNCERTAINLY THE THREE WHORES THEN GAZES AT THE
VEILED MAUVE LIGHTHEARING THE EVERFLYING MOTH.)

BLOOM: I wanted then to have now concluded. Nightdress was never. Hence
this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now is
will then morrow as now was be past yester.

VIRAG: (PROMPTS IN A PIG'S WHISPER) Insects of the day spend their brief
existence in reiterated coitionlured by the smell of the inferiorly
pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve in dorsal
region. Pretty Poll! (HIS YELLOW PARROTBEAK GABBLES NASALLY) They had a
proverb in the Carpathians in or about the year five thousand five hundred
and fifty of our era. One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin
more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar. Bear's buzz
bothers bees. But of this apart. At another time we may resume.
We were very pleasedwe others. (HE COUGHS ANDBENDING HIS BROW
RUBS HIS NOSE THOUGHTFULLY WITH A SCOOPING HAND) You shall find
that these night insects follow the light. An illusion for remember
their complex unadjustable eye. For all these knotty points see the
seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion
which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the year. Some
to examplethere are again whose movements are automatic. Perceive.
That is his appropriate sun. Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Chase
meCharley! (he blows into Bloom's ear) Buzz!

BLOOM: Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self
then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I ...

VIRAG: (HIS FACE IMPASSIVELAUGHS IN A RICH FEMININE KEY) Splendid!
Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. (HE GOBBLES
GLUTTONOUSLY WITH TURKEY WATTLES) Bubbly jock! Bubbly jock! Where are we?
Open Sesame! Cometh forth! (HE UNROLLS HIS PARCHMENT RAPIDLY AND READSHIS
GLOWWORM'S NOSE RUNNING BACKWARDS OVER THE LETTERS WHICH HE CLAWS) Stay
good friend. I bring thee thy answer. Redbank oysters will shortly be upon
us. I'm the best o'cook. Those succulent bivalves may help us and the
truffles of Perigordtubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker
were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis. Though they
stink yet they sting. (HE WAGS HIS HEAD WITH CACKLING RAILLERY) Jocular. With
my eyeglass in my ocular. (HE SNEEZES) Amen!

BLOOM: (ABSENTLY) Ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse. Always open
sesame. The cloven sex. Why they fear vermincreeping things. Yet Eve and
the serpent contradicts. Not a historical fact. Obvious analogy to my idea.
Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. Wind their way through miles
of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry. Like those
bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis.

VIRAG: (HIS MOUTH PROJECTED IN HARD WRINKLESEYES STONILY FORLORNLY
CLOSEDPSALMS IN OUTLANDISH MONOTONE) That the cows with their those
distended udders that they have been the the known ...

BLOOM: I am going to scream. I beg your pardon. Ah? So. (HE REPEATS)
Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to entrust their teats
to his avid suction. Ant milks aphis. (PROFOUNDLY) Instinct rules the world.
In life. In death.

VIRAG: (HEAD ASKEWARCHES HIS BACK AND HUNCHED WINGSHOULDERSPEERS AT THE
MOTH OUT OF BLEAR BULGED EYESPOINTS A HORNING CLAW AND CRIES) Who's
moth moth? Who's dear Gerald? Dear Gerthat you? O dearhe is Gerald.
OI much fear he shall be most badly burned. Will some pleashe pershon


not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass
tablenumpkin? (HE MEWS) Puss puss puss puss! (HE SIGHSDRAWS BACK AND
STARES SIDEWAYS DOWN WITH DROPPING UNDERJAW) Wellwell. He doth rest
anon. (he snaps his jaws suddenly on the air)

THE MOTH:

I'm a tiny tiny thing

Ever flying in the spring

Round and round a ringaring.

Long ago I was a king

Now I do this kind of thing

On the wingon the wing!

Bing!

(HE RUSHES AGAINST THE MAUVE SHADEFLAPPING NOISILY) Pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty pretty petticoats.


(FROM LEFT UPPER ENTRANCE WITH TWO GLIDING STEPS HENRY FLOWER
COMES FORWARD TO LEFT FRONT CENTRE. HE WEARS A DARK MANTLE AND
DROOPING PLUMED SOMBRERO. HE CARRIES A SILVERSTRINGED INLAID
DULCIMER AND A LONGSTEMMED BAMBOO JACOB'S PIPEITS CLAY BOWL
FASHIONED AS A FEMALE HEAD. HE WEARS DARK VELVET HOSE AND
SILVERBUCKLED PUMPS. HE HAS THE ROMANTIC SAVIOUR'S FACE WITH
FLOWING LOCKSTHIN BEARD AND MOUSTACHE. HIS SPINDLELEGS AND
SPARROW FEET ARE THOSE OF THE TENOR MARIOPRINCE OF CANDIA. HE
SETTLES DOWN HIS GOFFERED RUFFS AND MOISTENS HIS LIPS WITH A PASSAGE
OF HIS AMOROUS TONGUE.)


HENRY: (IN A LOW DULCET VOICETOUCHING THE STRINGS OF HIS GUITAR) There
is a flower that bloometh.


(VIRAG TRUCULENTHIS JOWL SETSTARES AT THE LAMP. GRAVE BLOOM
REGARDS ZOE'S NECK. HENRY GALLANT TURNS WITH PENDANT DEWLAP TO THE PIANO.)


STEPHEN: (TO HIMSELF) Play with your eyes shut. Imitate pa. Filling my
belly with husks of swine. Too much of this. I will arise and go to my.
Expect this is the. Stevethou art in a parlous way. Must visit old Deasy
or telegraph. Our interview of this morning has left on me a deep
impression. Though our ages. Will write fully tomorrow. I'm partially
drunkby the way. (HE TOUCHES THE KEYS AGAIN) Minor chord comes now. Yes.
Not much however.


(ALMIDANO ARTIFONI HOLDS OUT A BATONROLL OF MUSIC WITH VIGOROUS
MOUSTACHEWORK.)


ARTIFONI: CI RIFLETTA. LEI ROVINA TUTTO.


FLORRY: Sing us something. Love's old sweet song.


STEPHEN: No voice. I am a most finished artist. Lynchdid I show you the
letter about the lute?


FLORRY: (SMIRKING) The bird that can sing and won't sing.


(THE SIAMESE TWINSPHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBERTWO OXFORD
DONS WITH LAWNMOWERSAPPEAR IN THE WINDOW EMBRASURE. BOTH ARE
MASKED WITH MATTHEW ARNOLD'S FACE.)


PHILIP SOBER: Take a fool's advice. All is not well. Work it out with the
buttend of a pencillike a good young idiot. Three pounds twelve you got
two notesone sovereigntwo crownsif youth but knew. Mooney's en



villeMooney's sur merthe MoiraLarchet'sHolles street hospital
Burke's. Eh? I am watching you.


PHILIP DRUNK: (IMPATIENTLY) Ahboshman. Go to hell! I paid my way. If I
could only find out about octaves. Reduplication of personality. Who was
it told me his name? (HIS LAWNMOWER BEGINS TO PURR) Ahayes. ZOE MOU SAS
AGAPO. Have a notion I was here before. When was it not Atkinson his card
I have somewhere. Mac Somebody. Unmack I have it. He told me abouthold
onSwinburnewas itno?


FLORRY: And the song?


STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.


FLORRY: Are you out of Maynooth? You're like someone I knew once.


STEPHEN: Out of it now. (TO HIMSELF) Clever.


PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (THEIR LAWNMOWERS PURRING WITH A RIGADOON
OF GRASSHALMS) Clever ever. Out of it out of it. By the bye have you the
bookthe thingthe ashplant? Yesthere ityes. Cleverever outofitnow.
Keep in condition. Do like us.


ZOE: There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business
with his coat buttoned up. You needn't try to hideI says to him. I know
you've a Roman collar.


VIRAG: Perfectly logical from his standpoint. Fall of man. (HARSHLYHIS
PUPILS WAXING) To hell with the pope! Nothing new under the sun. I am the
Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. Why I left the
church of Rome. Read the Priestthe Woman and the Confessional. Penrose.
Flipperty Jippert. (HE WRIGGLES) Womanundoing with sweet pudor her belt
of rushropeoffers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam. Short time after man
presents woman with pieces of jungle meat. Woman shows joy and covers
herself with featherskins. Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingamthe
stiff one. (HE CRIES) COACTUS VOLUI. Then giddy woman will run about.
Strong man grapses woman's wrist. Woman squealsbitesspucks. Man
now fierce angrystrikes woman's fat yadgana. (HE CHASES HIS TAIL)
Piffpaff! Popo! (HE STOPSSNEEZES) Pchp! (HE WORRIES HIS BUTT) Prrrrrht!


LYNCH: I hope you gave the good father a penance. Nine glorias for
shooting a bishop.


ZOE: (SPOUTS WALRUS SMOKE THROUGH HER NOSTRILS) He couldn't get a
connection. Onlyyou knowsensation. A dry rush.


BLOOM: Poor man!


ZOE: (LIGHTLY) Only for what happened him.


BLOOM: How?


VIRAG: (A DIABOLIC RICTUS OF BLACK LUMINOSITY CONTRACTING HIS VISAGE
CRANES HIS SCRAGGY NECK FORWARD. HE LIFTS A MOONCALF NOZZLE AND HOWLS.)
VERFLUCHTE GOIM! He had a fatherforty fathers. He never existed.
Pig God! He had two left feet. He was Judas Iacchiaa Libyan eunuch
the pope's bastard. (HE LEANS OUT ON TORTURED FOREPAWSELBOWS BENT RIGID
HIS EYE AGONISING IN HIS FLAT SKULLNECK AND YELPS OVER THE MUTE WORLD)
A son of a whore. Apocalypse.


KITTY: And Mary Shortall that was in the lock with the pox she got from
Jimmy Pidgeon in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow
and was smothered with the convulsions in the mattress and we all
subscribed for the funeral.



PHILIP DRUNK: (GRAVELY) QUI VOUS A MIS DANS CETTE FICHUE POSITION
PHILIPPE?


PHILIP SOBER: (GAILY) C'ETAIT LE SACRE PIGEONPHILIPPE.


(KITTY UNPINS HER HAT AND SETS IT DOWN CALMLYPATTING HER HENNA
HAIR. AND A PRETTIERA DAINTIER HEAD OF WINSOME CURLS WAS NEVER SEEN
ON A WHORE'S SHOULDERS. LYNCH PUTS ON HER HAT. SHE WHIPS IT OFF.)


LYNCH: (LAUGHS) And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated
anthropoid apes.


FLORRY: (NODS) Locomotor ataxy.


ZOE: (GAILY) Omy dictionary.


LYNCH: Three wise virgins.


VIRAG: (AGUESHAKENPROFUSE YELLOW SPAWN FOAMING OVER HIS BONY EPILEPTIC
LIPS) She sold lovephiltreswhitewaxorangeflower. Pantherthe Roman
centurionpolluted her with his genitories. (HE STICKS OUT A FLICKERING
PHOSPHORESCENT SCORPION TONGUEHIS HAND ON HIS FORK) Messiah! He burst
her tympanum. (WITH GIBBERING BABOON'S CRIES HE JERKS HIS HIPS IN THE
CYNICAL SPASM) Hik! Hek! Hak! Hok! Huk! Kok! Kuk!


(BEN JUMBO DOLLARDRUBICUNDMUSCLEBOUNDHAIRYNOSTRILLED
HUGEBEARDEDCABBAGEEAREDSHAGGYCHESTEDSHOCKMANEDFAT-
PAPPEDSTANDS FORTHHIS LOINS AND GENITALS TIGHTENED INTO A PAIR
OF BLACK BATHING BAGSLOPS.)


BEN DOLLARD: (NAKKERING CASTANET BONES IN HIS HUGE PADDED PAWSYODELS
JOVIALLY IN BASE BARRELTONE) When love absorbs my ardent soul.


(THE VIRGINS NURSE CALLAN AND NURSE QUIGLEY BURST THROUGH THE
RINGKEEPERS AND THE ROPES AND MOB HIM WITH OPEN ARMS.)


THE VIRGINS: (GUSHINGLY) Big Ben! Ben my Chree!


A VOICE: Hold that fellow with the bad breeches.


BEN DOLLARD: (SMITES HIS THIGH IN ABUNDANT LAUGHTER) Hold him now.


HENRY: (CARESSING ON HIS BREAST A SEVERED FEMALE HEADMURMURS)
Thine heartmine love. (HE PLUCKS HIS LUTESTRINGS) When first I saw ...


VIRAG: (SLOUGHING HIS SKINSHIS MULTITUDINOUS PLUMAGE MOULTING) Rats! (HE
YAWNSSHOWING A COALBLACK THROATAND CLOSES HIS JAWS BY AN UPWARD PUSH
OF HIS PARCHMENTROLL) After having said which I took my departure.
Farewell. Fare thee well. DRECK!


(HENRY FLOWER COMBS HIS MOUSTACHE AND BEARD RAPIDLY WITH A
POCKETCOMB AND GIVES A COW'S LICK TO HIS HAIR. STEERED BY HIS RAPIER
HE GLIDES TO THE DOORHIS WILD HARP SLUNG BEHIND HIM. VIRAG REACHES
THE DOOR IN TWO UNGAINLY STILTHOPSHIS TAIL COCKEDAND DEFTLY CLAPS
SIDEWAYS ON THE WALL A PUSYELLOW FLYBILLBUTTING IT WITH HIS HEAD.)


THE FLYBILL: K. II. Post No Bills. Strictly confidential. Dr Hy Franks.


HENRY: All is lost now.


(VIRAG UNSCREWS HIS HEAD IN A TRICE AND HOLDS IT UNDER HIS ARM.)


VIRAG'S HEAD: Quack!



(EXEUNT SEVERALLY.)

STEPHEN: (OVER HIS SHOULDER TO ZOE) You would have preferred the fighting
parson who founded the protestant error. But beware Antisthenesthe dog
sageand the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. The agony in the closet.

LYNCH: All one and the same God to her.

STEPHEN: (DEVOUTLY) And sovereign Lord of all things.

FLORRY: (TO STEPHEN) I'm sure you're a spoiled priest. Or a monk.

LYNCH: He is. A cardinal's son.

STEPHEN: Cardinal sin. Monks of the screw.

(HIS EMINENCE SIMON STEPHEN CARDINAL DEDALUSPRIMATE OF ALL
IRELANDAPPEARS IN THE DOORWAYDRESSED IN RED SOUTANESANDALS
AND SOCKS. SEVEN DWARF SIMIAN ACOLYTESALSO IN REDCARDINAL SINS
UPHOLD HIS TRAINPEEPING UNDER IT. HE WEARS A BATTERED SILK HAT
SIDEWAYS ON HIS HEAD. HIS THUMBS ARE STUCK IN HIS ARMPITS AND HIS
PALMS OUTSPREAD. ROUND HIS NECK HANGS A ROSARY OF CORKS ENDING ON
HIS BREAST IN A CORKSCREW CROSS. RELEASING HIS THUMBSHE INVOKES
GRACE FROM ON HIGH WITH LARGE WAVE GESTURES AND PROCLAIMS WITH
BLOATED POMP:)

THE CARDINAL:

Conservio lies captured

He lies in the lowest dungeon

With manacles and chains around his limbs

Weighing upwards of three tons.

(HE LOOKS AT ALL FOR A MOMENTHIS RIGHT EYE CLOSED TIGHTHIS LEFT
CHEEK PUFFED OUT. THENUNABLE TO REPRESS HIS MERRIMENTHE ROCKS TO
AND FROARMS AKIMBOAND SINGS WITH BROAD ROLLICKING HUMOUR:)

Othe poor little fellow

Hihihihihis legs they were yellow

He was plumpfat and heavy and brisk as a snake

But some bloody savage

To graize his white cabbage

He murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake.

(A MULTITUDE OF MIDGES SWARMS WHITE OVER HIS ROBE. HE SCRATCHES
HIMSELF WITH CROSSED ARMS AT HIS RIBSGRIMACINGAND EXCLAIMS:)

I'm suffering the agony of the damned. By the hoky fiddlethanks be to
Jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous. If they were they'd walk
me off the face of the bloody globe.

(HIS HEAD ASLANT HE BLESSES CURTLY WITH FORE AND MIDDLE FINGERS
IMPARTS THE EASTER KISS AND DOUBLESHUFFLES OFF COMICALLYSWAYING HIS
HAT FROM SIDE TO SIDESHRINKING QUICKLY TO THE SIZE OF HIS
TRAINBEARERS. THE DWARF ACOLYTESGIGGLINGPEEPINGNUDGINGOGLING
EASTERKISSINGZIGZAG BEHIND HIM. HIS VOICE IS HEARD MELLOW FROM
AFARMERCIFUL MALEMELODIOUS:)


Shall carry my heart to thee

Shall carry my heart to thee

And the breath of the balmy night

Shall carry my heart to thee!

(THE TRICK DOORHANDLE TURNS.)

THE DOORHANDLE: Theeee!

ZOE: The devil is in that door.

(A MALE FORM PASSES DOWN THE CREAKING STAIRCASE AND IS HEARD
TAKING THE WATERPROOF AND HAT FROM THE RACK. BLOOM STARTS FORWARD
INVOLUNTARILY ANDHALF CLOSING THE DOOR AS HE PASSESTAKES THE
CHOCOLATE FROM HIS POCKET AND OFFERS IT NERVOUSLY TO ZOE.)

ZOE: (SNIFFS HIS HAIR BRISKLY) Hmmm! Thank your mother for the rabbits.
I'm very fond of what I like.

BLOOM: (HEARING A MALE VOICE IN TALK WITH THE WHORES ON THE DOORSTEP
PRICKS HIS EARS) If it were he? After? Or because not? Or the double
event?

ZOE: (TEARS OPEN THE SILVERFOIL) Fingers was made before forks. (SHE BREAKS
OFF AND NIBBLES A PIECE GIVES A PIECE TO KITTY RICKETTS AND THEN TURNS
KITTENISHLY TO LYNCH) No objection to French lozenges? (HE NODS. SHE TAUNTS
HIM.) Have it now or wait till you get it? (HE OPENS HIS MOUTHHIS HEAD
COCKED. SHE WHIRLS THE PRIZE IN LEFT CIRCLE. HIS HEAD FOLLOWS. SHE WHIRLS
IT BACK IN RIGHT CIRCLE. HE EYES HER.) Catch!

(SHE TOSSES A PIECE. WITH AN ADROIT SNAP HE CATCHES IT AND BITES IT
THROUGH WITH A CRACK.)

KITTY: (CHEWING) The engineer I was with at the bazaar does have lovely ones.
Full of the best liqueurs. And the viceroy was there with his lady. The gas
we had on the Toft's hobbyhorses. I'm giddy still.

BLOOM: (IN SVENGALI'S FUR OVERCOATWITH FOLDED ARMS AND NAPOLEONIC FORELOCK
FROWNS IN VENTRILOQUIAL EXORCISM WITH PIERCING EAGLE GLANCE TOWARDS THE
DOOR. THEN RIGID WITH LEFT FOOT ADVANCED HE MAKES A SWIFT PASS WITH
IMPELLING FINGERS AND GIVES THE SIGN OF PAST MASTERDRAWING HIS RIGHT ARM
DOWNWARDS FROM HIS LEFT SHOULDER.) GogogoI conjure youwhoever you
are!

(A MALE COUGH AND TREAD ARE HEARD PASSING THROUGH THE MIST
OUTSIDE. BLOOM'S FEATURES RELAX. HE PLACES A HAND IN HIS WAISTCOAT
POSING CALMLY. ZOE OFFERS HIM CHOCOLATE.)

BLOOM: (SOLEMNLY) Thanks.

ZOE: Do as you're bid. Here!

(A FIRM HEELCLACKING TREAD IS HEARD ON THE STAIRS.)

BLOOM: (TAKES THE CHOCOLATE) Aphrodisiac? Tansy and pennyroyal. But I bought
it. Vanilla calms or? Mnemo. Confused light confuses memory. Red influences
lupus. Colours affect women's charactersany they have. This black makes
me sad. Eat and be merry for tomorrow. (HE EATS) Influence taste too
mauve. But it is so long since I. Seems new. Aphro. That priest. Must come.
Better late than never. Try truffles at Andrews.

(THE DOOR OPENS. BELLA COHENA MASSIVE WHOREMISTRESSENTERS. SHE
IS DRESSED IN A THREEQUARTER IVORY GOWNFRINGED ROUND THE HEM WITH


TASSELLED SELVEDGEAND COOLS HERSELF FLIRTING A BLACK HORN FAN LIKE
MINNIE HAUCK IN Carmen. ON HER LEFT HAND ARE WEDDING AND
KEEPER RINGS. HER EYES ARE DEEPLY CARBONED. SHE HAS A SPROUTING
MOUSTACHE. HER OLIVE FACE IS HEAVYSLIGHTLY SWEATED AND FULLNOSED
WITH ORANGETAINTED NOSTRILS. SHE HAS LARGE PENDANT BERYL EARDROPS.)

BELLA: My word! I'm all of a mucksweat.

(SHE GLANCES ROUND HER AT THE COUPLES. THEN HER EYES REST ON BLOOM
WITH HARD INSISTENCE. HER LARGE FAN WINNOWS WIND TOWARDS HER
HEATED FACENECK AND EMBONPOINT. HER FALCON EYES GLITTER.)

THE FAN: (FLIRTING QUICKLYTHEN SLOWLY) MarriedI see.

BLOOM: Yes. PartlyI have mislaid ...

THE FAN: (HALF OPENINGTHEN CLOSING) And the missus is master.
Petticoat government.

BLOOM: (LOOKS DOWN WITH A SHEEPISH GRIN) That is so.

THE FAN: (FOLDING TOGETHERRESTS AGAINST HER LEFT EARDROP) Have you
forgotten me?

BLOOM: Yes. Yo.

THE FAN: (FOLDED AKIMBO AGAINST HER WAIST) Is me her was you dreamed
before? Was then she him you us since knew? Am all them and the same
now we?

(BELLA APPROACHESGENTLY TAPPING WITH THE FAN.)

BLOOM: (WINCING) Powerful being. In my eyes read that slumber which
women love.

THE FAN: (TAPPING) We have met. You are mine. It is fate.

BLOOM: (COWED) Exuberant female. Enormously I desiderate your domination. I
am exhaustedabandonedno more young. I standso to speakwith an
unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of
the general postoffice of human life. The door and window open at a right
angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second according to the law of
falling bodies. I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left
glutear muscle. It runs in our family. Poor dear papaa widowerwas a
regular barometer from it. He believed in animal heat. A skin of tabby lined
his winter waistcoat. Near the endremembering king David and the Sunamite
he shared his bed with Athosfaithful after death. A dog's spittle as you
probably ... (HE WINCES) Ah!

RICHIE GOULDING: (BAGWEIGHTEDPASSES THE DOOR) Mocking is catch. Best
value in Dub. Fit for a prince's. Liver and kidney.

THE FAN: (TAPPING) All things end. Be mine. Now

BLOOM: (UNDECIDED) All now? I should not have parted with my talisman. Rain
exposure at dewfall on the searocksa peccadillo at my time of life. Every
phenomenon has a natural cause.

THE FAN: (POINTS DOWNWARDS SLOWLY) You may.

BLOOM: (LOOKS DOWNWARDS AND PERCEIVES HER UNFASTENED BOOTLACE) We are
observed.

THE FAN: (POINTS DOWNWARDS QUICKLY) You must.


BLOOM: (WITH DESIREWITH RELUCTANCE) I can make a true black knot. Learned
when I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's.
Experienced hand. Every knot says a lot. Let me. In courtesy. I knelt once
before today. Ah!

(BELLA RAISES HER GOWN SLIGHTLY ANDSTEADYING HER POSELIFTS TO THE
EDGE OF A CHAIR A PLUMP BUSKINED HOOF AND A FULL PASTERN
SILKSOCKED. BLOOMSTIFFLEGGEDAGINGBENDS OVER HER HOOF AND WITH
GENTLE FINGERS DRAWS OUT AND IN HER LACES.)

BLOOM: (MURMURS LOVINGLY) To be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my love's
young dreamthe darling joys of sweet buttonhookingto lace up
crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlinedso
incredibly impossibly smallof Clyde Road ladies. Even their wax model
Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb
toeas worn in Paris.

THE HOOF: Smell my hot goathide. Feel my royal weight.

BLOOM: (CROSSLACING) Too tight?

THE HOOF: If you bungleHandy AndyI'll kick your football for you.

BLOOM: Not to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the night of the bazaar dance.
Bad luck. Hook in wrong tache of her ... person you mentioned. That night
she met ... Now!

(HE KNOTS THE LACE. BELLA PLACES HER FOOT ON THE FLOOR. BLOOM RAISES
HIS HEAD. HER HEAVY FACEHER EYES STRIKE HIM IN MIDBROW. HIS EYES
GROW DULLDARKER AND POUCHEDHIS NOSE THICKENS.)

BLOOM: (MUMBLES) Awaiting your further orders we remaingentlemen...

BELLO: (WITH A HARD BASILISK STAREIN A BARITONE VOICE) Hound of
dishonour!

BLOOM: (INFATUATED) Empress!

BELLO: (HIS HEAVY CHEEKCHOPS SAGGING) Adorer of the adulterous rump!

BLOOM: (PLAINTIVELY) Hugeness!

BELLO: Dungdevourer!

BLOOM: (WITH SINEWS SEMIFLEXED) Magmagnificence!

BELLO: Down! (HE TAPS HER ON THE SHOULDER WITH HIS FAN) Incline feet
forward! Slide left foot one pace back! You will fall. You are falling.
On the hands down!

BLOOM: (HER EYES UPTURNED IN THE SIGN OF ADMIRATIONCLOSINGYAPS)
Truffles!

(WITH A PIERCING EPILEPTIC CRY SHE SINKS ON ALL FOURSGRUNTING
SNUFFLINGROOTING AT HIS FEET: THEN LIESSHAMMING DEADWITH EYES
SHUT TIGHTTREMBLING EYELIDSBOWED UPON THE GROUND IN THE ATTITUDE
OF MOST EXCELLENT MASTER.)

BELLO: (WITH BOBBED HAIRPURPLE GILLSFIT MOUSTACHE RINGS ROUND HIS SHAVEN
MOUTHIN MOUNTAINEER'S PUTTEESGREEN SILVERBUTTONED COATSPORT SKIRT AND
ALPINE HAT WITH MOORCOCK'S FEATHERHIS HANDS STUCK DEEP IN HIS BREECHES
POCKETSPLACES HIS HEEL ON HER NECK AND GRINDS IT IN) Footstool! Feel my
entire weight. Bowbondslavebefore the throne of your despot's glorious


heels so glistening in their proud erectness.

BLOOM: (ENTHRALLEDBLEATS) I promise never to disobey.

BELLO: (LAUGHS LOUDLY) Holy smoke! You little know what's in store for you.
I'm the Tartar to settle your little lot and break you in! I'll bet Kentucky
cocktails all round I shame it out of youold son. Cheek meI dare you. If
you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be inflicted in gym
costume.

(BLOOM CREEPS UNDER THE SOFA AND PEERS OUT THROUGH THE FRINGE.)

ZOE: (WIDENING HER SLIP TO SCREEN HER) She's not here.

BLOOM: (CLOSING HER EYES) She's not here.

FLORRY: (HIDING HER WITH HER GOWN) She didn't mean itMr Bello.
She'll be goodsir.

KITTY: Don't be too hard on herMr Bello. Sure you won'tma'amsir.

BELLO: (COAXINGLY) Comeducky dearI want a word with youdarlingjust to
administer correction. Just a little heart to heart talksweety. (BLOOM PUTS
OUT HER TIMID HEAD) There's a good girly now. (BELLO GRABS HER HAIR
VIOLENTLY AND DRAGS HER FORWARD) I only want to correct you for your own
good on a soft safe spot. How's that tender behind? Oever so gentlypet.
Begin to get ready.

BLOOM: (FAINTING) Don't tear my ...

BELLO: (SAVAGELY) The noseringthe pliersthe bastinadothe hanging hook
the knout I'll make you kiss while the flutes play like the Nubian slave of
old. You're in for it this time! I'll make you remember me for the balance of
your natural life. (HIS FOREHEAD VEINS SWOLLENHIS FACE CONGESTED) I shall
sit on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good
breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness's porter.
(HE BELCHES) And suck my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I
read the LICENSED VICTUALLER'S GAZETTE. Very possibly I shall have you
slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you with crisp
crackling from the baking tin basted and baked like sucking pig with rice
and lemon or currant sauce. It will hurt you. (HE TWISTS HER ARM. BLOOM
SQUEALSTURNING TURTLE.)

BLOOM: Don't be cruelnurse! Don't!

BELLO: (TWISTING) Another!

BLOOM: (SCREAMS) Oit's hell itself! Every nerve in my body aches
like mad!

BELLO: (SHOUTS) Goodby the rumping jumping general! That's the best bit of
news I heard these six weeks. Heredon't keep me waitingdamn you! (HE
SLAPS HER FACE)

BLOOM: (WHIMPERS) You're after hitting me. I'll tell ...

BELLO: Hold him downgirlstill I squat on him.

ZOE: Yes. Walk on him! I will.

FLORRY: I will. Don't be greedy.

KITTY: Nome. Lend him to me.


(THE BROTHEL COOKMRS KEOGHWRINKLEDGREYBEARDEDIN A GREASY
BIBMEN'S GREY AND GREEN SOCKS AND BROGUESFLOURSMEAREDA
ROLLINGPIN STUCK WITH RAW PASTRY IN HER BARE RED ARM AND HAND
APPEARS AT THE DOOR.)

MRS KEOGH: (FEROCIOUSLY) Can I help? (THEY HOLD AND PINION BLOOM.)

BELLO: (SQUATS WITH A GRUNT ON BLOOM'S UPTURNED FACEPUFFING CIGARSMOKE
NURSING A FAT LEG) I see Keating Clay is elected vicechairman of the
Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen
three quaffers. Curse me for a fool that didn't buy that lot Craig and
Gardner told me about. Just my infernal luckcurse it. And that
Goddamned outsider THROWAWAY at twenty to one. (HE QUENCHES HIS CIGAR
ANGRILY ON BLOOM'S EAR) Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray?

BLOOM: (GOADEDBUTTOCKSMOTHERED) O! O! Monsters! Cruel one!

BELLO: Ask for that every ten minutes. Beg. Pray for it as you never prayed
before. (HE THRUSTS OUT A FIGGED FIST AND FOUL CIGAR) Herekiss that. Both.
Kiss. (HE THROWS A LEG ASTRIDE ANDPRESSING WITH HORSEMAN'S KNEESCALLS
IN A HARD VOICE) Gee up! A cockhorse to Banbury cross. I'll ride him for
the Eclipse stakes. (HE BENDS SIDEWAYS AND SQUEEZES HIS MOUNT'S TESTICLES
ROUGHLYSHOUTING) Ho! Off we pop! I'll nurse you in proper fashion.
(HE HORSERIDES COCKHORSELEAPING IN THE SADDLE) The lady goes a
pace a pace and the coachman goes a trot a trot and the gentleman goes a
gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop.

FLORRY: (PULLS AT BELLO) Let me on him now. You had enough. I asked
before you.

ZOE: (PULLING AT FLORRY) Me. Me. Are you not finished with him yet
suckeress?

BLOOM: (STIFLING) Can't.

BELLO: WellI'm not. Wait. (HE HOLDS IN HIS BREATH) Curse it. Here. This
bung's about burst. (HE UNCORKS HIMSELF BEHIND: THENCONTORTING HIS
FEATURESFARTS LOUDLY) Take that! (HE RECORKS HIMSELF) Yesby Jingo
sixteen three quarters.

BLOOM: (A SWEAT BREAKING OUT OVER HIM) Not man. (HE SNIFFS) Woman.

BELLO: (STANDS UP) No more blow hot and cold. What you longed for has come
to pass. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnesta thing under
the yoke. Now for your punishment frock. You will shed your male garments
you understandRuby Cohen? and don the shot silk luxuriously rustling
over head and shoulders. And quickly too!

BLOOM: (SHRINKS) Silkmistress said! O crinkly! scrapy! Must I tiptouch
it with my nails?

BELLO: (POINTS TO HIS WHORES) As they are now so will you bewiggedsinged
perfumesprayedricepowderedwith smoothshaven armpits. Tape
measurements will be taken next your skin. You will be laced with cruel
force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the
diamondtrimmed pelvisthe absolute outside edgewhile your figure
plumper than when at largewill be restrained in nettight frockspretty two
ounce petticoats and fringes and things stampedof coursewith my
houseflagcreations of lovely lingerie for Alice and nice scent for Alice.
Alice will feel the pullpull. Martha and Mary will be a little chilly at first
in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare
knees will remind you ...

BLOOM: (A CHARMING SOUBRETTE WITH DAUBY CHEEKSMUSTARD HAIR AND LARGE MALE


HANDS AND NOSELEERING MOUTH) I tried her things on only twicea small
prankin Holles street. When we were hard up I washed them to save the
laundry bill. My own shirts I turned. It was the purest thrift.

BELLO: (JEERS) Little jobs that make mother pleasedeh? And showed off
coquettishly in your domino at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your
unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrendereh?
Ho! ho! I have to laugh! That secondhand black operatop shift and short
trunkleg naughties all split up the stitches at her last rape that Mrs Miriam
Dandrade sold you from the Shelbourne hoteleh?

BLOOM: Miriam. Black. Demimondaine.

BELLO: (GUFFAWS) Christ Almighty it's too ticklingthis! You were a
nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay
swooning in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be violated
by lieutenant Smythe-SmytheMr Philip Augustus Blockwell M. P.signor
Laci Daremothe robust tenorblueeyed Bertthe liftboyHenri Fleury of
Gordon Bennett fameSheridanthe quadroon Croesusthe varsity wetbob
eight from old TrinityPontoher splendid Newfoundland and Bobsdowager
duchess of Manorhamilton. (HE GUFFAWS AGAIN) Christwouldn't it make a
Siamese cat laugh?

BLOOM: (HER HANDS AND FEATURES WORKING) It was Gerald converted me to be a
true corsetlover when I was female impersonator in the High School play VICE
VERSA. It was dear Gerald. He got that kinkfascinated by sister's stays.
Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids. Cult of
the beautiful.

BELLO: (WITH WICKED GLEE) Beautiful! Give us a breather! When you took
your seat with womanish carelifting your billowy flounceson the
smoothworn throne.

BLOOM: Science. To compare the various joys we each enjoy. (EARNESTLY)
And really it's better the position ... because often I used to wet ...

BELLO: (STERNLY) No insubordination! The sawdust is there in the corner
for you. I gave you strict instructionsdidn't I? Do it standingsir!
I'll teach you to behave like a jinkleman! If I catch a trace on your
swaddles. Aha! By the ass of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. The
sins of your past are rising against you. Many. Hundreds.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (IN A MEDLEY OF VOICES) He went through a form of
clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the Black
church. Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an
address in D'Olier street while he presented himself indecently to the
instrument in the callbox. By word and deed he frankly encouraged a
nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary
outhouse attached to empty premises. In five public conveniences he wrote
pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all strongmembered
males. And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not pass night
after night by loving courting couples to see if and what and how much he
could see? Did he not lie in bedthe gross boargloating over a nauseous
fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot
stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order?

BELLO: (WHISTLES LOUDLY) Say! What was the most revolting piece of
obscenity in all your career of crime? Go the whole hog. Puke it out! Be
candid for once.

(MUTE INHUMAN FACES THRONG FORWARDLEERINGVANISHINGGIBBERING
BOOLOOHOOM. POLDY KOCKBOOTLACES A PENNY CASSIDY'S HAGBLIND
STRIPLINGLARRY RHINOCEROSTHE GIRLTHE WOMANTHE WHORETHE
OTHERTHE ...)


BLOOM: Don't ask me! Our mutual faith. Pleasants street. I only thought
the half of the ... I swear on my sacred oath ...


BELLO: (PEREMPTORILY) Answer. Repugnant wretch! I insist on knowing. Tell
me something to amuse mesmut or a bloody good ghoststory or a line of
poetryquickquickquick! Where? How? What time? With how many? I
give you just three seconds. One! Two! Thr ...


BLOOM: (DOCILEGURGLES) I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant


BELLO: (IMPERIOUSLY) Oget outyou skunk! Hold your tongue! Speak when
you're spoken to.


BLOOM: (BOWS) Master! Mistress! Mantamer!


(HE LIFTS HIS ARMS. HIS BANGLE BRACELETS FILL.)


BELLO: (SATIRICALLY) By day you will souse and bat our smelling
underclothes also when we ladies are unwelland swab out our latrines
with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail. Won't that be
nice? (HE PLACES A RUBY RING ON HER FINGER) And there now! With this ring
I thee own. Saythank youmistress.


BLOOM: Thank youmistress.


BELLO: You will make the bedsget my tub readyempty the pisspots in the
different roomsincluding old Mrs Keogh's the cook'sa sandy one. Ayand
rinse the seven of them wellmindor lap it up like champagne. Drink me
piping hot. Hop! You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your
misdeedsMiss Rubyand spank your bare bot right wellmisswith the
hairbrush. You'll be taught the error of your ways. At night your wellcreamed
braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves newpowdered with talc
and having delicately scented fingertips. For such favours knights of old
laid down their lives. (HE CHUCKLES) My boys will be no end charmed to see
you so ladylikethe colonelabove allwhen they come here the night before
the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels. First I'll have a go
at you myself. A man I know on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh (I
was in bed with him just now and another gentleman out of the Hanaper
and Petty Bag office) is on the lookout for a maid of all work at a short
knock. Swell the bust. Smile. Droop shoulders. What offers? (HE POINTS)
For that lot. Trained by owner to fetch and carrybasket in mouth. (HE
BARES HIS ARM AND PLUNGES IT ELBOWDEEP IN BLOOM'S VULVA) There's fine
depth for you! Whatboys? That give you a hardon? (HE SHOVES HIS ARM IN
A BIDDER'S FACE) Here wet the deck and wipe it round!


A BIDDER: A florin.


(DILLON'S LACQUEY RINGS HIS HANDBELL.)


THE LACQUEY: Barang!


A VOICE: One and eightpence too much.


CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Must be virgin. Good breath. Clean.


BELLO: (GIVES A RAP WITH HIS GAVEL) Two bar. Rockbottom figure and cheap at
the price. Fourteen hands high. Touch and examine his points. Handle him.
This downy skinthese soft musclesthis tender flesh. If I had only my gold
piercer here! And quite easy to milk. Three newlaid gallons a day. A pure
stockgetterdue to lay within the hour. His sire's milk record was a
thousand gallons of whole milk in forty weeks. Whoa my jewel! Beg up!
Whoa! (HE BRANDS HIS INITIAL C ON BLOOM'S CROUP) So! Warranted Cohen!
What advance on two bobgentlemen?



A DARKVISAGED MAN: (IN DISGUISED ACCENT) Hoondert punt sterlink.

VOICES: (SUBDUED) For the Caliph. Haroun Al Raschid.

BELLO: (GAILY) Right. Let them all come. The scantydaringly short skirt
riding up at the knee to show a peep of white pantaletteis a potent weapon
and transparent stockingsemeraldgarteredwith the long straight seam
trailing up beyond the kneeappeal to the better instincts of the BLASE
man about town. Learn the smooth mincing walk on four inch Louis Quinze
heelsthe Grecian bend with provoking croupthe thighs fluescentknees
modestly kissing. Bring all your powers of fascination to bear on them.
Pander to their Gomorrahan vices.

BLOOM: (BENDS HIS BLUSHING FACE INTO HIS ARMPIT AND SIMPERS WITH FOREFINGER
IN MOUTH) OI know what you're hinting at now!

BELLO: What else are you good foran impotent thing like you? (HE STOOPS
ANDPEERINGPOKES WITH HIS FAN RUDELY UNDER THE FAT SUET FOLDS OF BLOOM'S
HAUNCHES) Up! Up! Manx cat! What have we here? Where's your curly
teapot gone to or who docked it on youcockyolly? Singbirdysing. It's as
limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart. Buy a bucket or sell
your pump. (LOUDLY) Can you do a man's job?

BLOOM: Eccles street ...

BELLO: (SARCASTICALLY) I wouldn't hurt your feelings for the world but
there's a man of brawn in possession there. The tables are turnedmy gay
young fellow! He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Well for youyou
muffif you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all over it.
He shot his boltI can tell you! Foot to footknee to kneebelly to belly
bubs to breast! He's no eunuch. A shock of red hair he has sticking out of
him behind like a furzebush! Wait for nine monthsmy lad! Holy ginger
it's kicking and coughing up and down in her guts already! That makes
you wilddon't it? Touches the spot? (HE SPITS IN CONTEMPT) Spittoon!

BLOOM: I was indecently treatedI ... Inform the police. Hundred pounds.
Unmentionable. I ...

BELLO: Would if you couldlame duck. A downpour we want not your drizzle.

BLOOM: To drive me mad! Moll! I forgot! Forgive! Moll ... We ... Still ...

BELLO: (RUTHLESSLY) NoLeopold Bloomall is changed by woman's will since
you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years. Return and
see.

(OLD SLEEPY HOLLOW CALLS OVER THE WOLD.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: Rip van Wink! Rip van Winkle!

BLOOM: (IN TATTERED MOCASSINS WITH A RUSTY FOWLINGPIECETIPTOEING
FINGERTIPPINGHIS HAGGARD BONY BEARDED FACE PEERING THROUGH THE DIAMOND
PANESCRIES OUT) I see her! It's she! The first night at Mat Dillon's!
But that dressthe green! And her hair is dyed gold and he ...

BELLO: (LAUGHS MOCKINGLY) That's your daughteryou owlwith a Mullingar
student.

(MILLY BLOOMFAIRHAIREDGREENVESTEDSLIMSANDALLEDHER BLUE SCARF
IN THE SEAWIND SIMPLY SWIRLINGBREAKS FROM THE ARMS OF HER LOVER
AND CALLSHER YOUNG EYES WONDERWIDE.)

MILLY: My! It's Papli! ButO Paplihow old you've grown!


BELLO: Changedeh? Our whatnotour writingtable where we never wroteaunt
Hegarty's armchairour classic reprints of old masters. A man and his
menfriends are living there in clover. The CUCKOOS' REST! Why not? How
many women had youehfollowing them up dark streetsflatfootexciting
them by your smothered gruntswhatyou male prostitute? Blameless
dames with parcels of groceries. Turn about. Sauce for the goosemy
gander O.

BLOOM: They ... I ...

BELLO: (CUTTINGLY) Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you
bought at Wren's auction. In their horseplay with Moll the romp to find
the buck flea in her breeches they will deface the little statue you
carried home in the rain for art for art' sake. They will violate the
secrets of your bottom drawer. Pages will be torn from your handbook of
astronomy to make them pipespills. And they will spit in your ten shilling
brass fender from Hampton Leedom's.

BLOOM: Ten and six. The act of low scoundrels. Let me go. I will return.
I will prove ...

A VOICE: Swear!

(BLOOM CLENCHES HIS FISTS AND CRAWLS FORWARDA BOWIEKNIFE BETWEEN
HIS TEETH.)

BELLO: As a paying guest or a kept man? Too late. You have made your
secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Your epitaph is written. You are
down and out and don't you forget itold bean.

BLOOM: Justice! All Ireland versus one! Has nobody ...?
(HE BITES HIS THUMB)

BELLO: Die and be damned to you if you have any sense of decency or grace
about you. I can give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to
hell and back. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have! If you have
none see you damn well get itsteal itrob it! We'll bury you in our
shrubbery jakes where you'll be dead and dirty with old Cuck Cohenmy
stepnephew I marriedthe bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a
crick in his neckand my other ten or eleven husbandswhatever the
buggers' names weresuffocated in the one cesspool. (HE EXPLODES IN A
LOUD PHLEGMY LAUGH) We'll manure youMr Flower! (HE PIPES SCOFFINGLY)
BybyPoldy! BybyPapli!

BLOOM: (CLASPS HIS HEAD) My willpower! Memory! I have sinned! I have
suff ...

(HE WEEPS TEARLESSLY)

BELLO: (SNEERS) Crybabby! Crocodile tears!

(BLOOMBROKENCLOSELY VEILED FOR THE SACRIFICESOBSHIS FACE TO THE
EARTH. THE PASSING BELL IS HEARD. DARKSHAWLED FIGURES OF THE
CIRCUMCISEDIN SACKCLOTH AND ASHESSTAND BY THE WAILING WALL.

M. SHULOMOWITZJOSEPH GOLDWATERMOSES HERZOGHARRIS ROSENBERG
M. MOISELJ. CITRONMINNIE WATCHMANP. MASTIANSKYTHE REVEREND
LEOPOLD ABRAMOVITZCHAZEN. WITH SWAYING ARMS THEY WAIL IN PNEUMA OVER
THE RECREANT BLOOM.)
THE CIRCUMCISED: (IN DARK GUTTURAL CHANT AS THEY CAST DEAD SEA FRUIT UPON
HIMNO FLOWERS) SHEMA ISRAEL ADONAI ELOHENU ADONAI ECHAD.

VOICES: (SIGHING) So he's gone. Ah yes. Yesindeed. Bloom? Never heard of


him. No? Queer kind of chap. There's the widow. That so? Ahyes.

(FROM THE SUTTEE PYRE THE FLAME OF GUM CAMPHIRE ASCENDS. THE PALL
OF INCENSE SMOKE SCREENS AND DISPERSES. OUT OF HER OAKFRAME A
NYMPH WITH HAIR UNBOUNDLIGHTLY CLAD IN TEABROWN ARTCOLOURS
DESCENDS FROM HER GROTTO AND PASSING UNDER INTERLACING YEWS STANDS
OVER BLOOM.)

THE YEWS: (THEIR LEAVES WHISPERING) Sister. Our sister. Ssh!

THE NYMPH: (SOFTLY) Mortal! (KINDLY) Naydost not weepest!

BLOOM: (CRAWLS JELLILY FORWARD UNDER THE BOUGHSSTREAKED BY SUNLIGHT
WITH DIGNITY) This position. I felt it was expected of me. Force of habit.

THE NYMPH: Mortal! You found me in evil companyhighkickerscoster
picnicmakerspugilistspopular generalsimmoral panto boys in
fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancersLa Aurora and Karinimusical
actthe hit of the century. I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt
of rock oil. I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmenstories to
disturb callow youthads for transparenciestruedup dice and bustpads
proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured
gentleman. Useful hints to the married.

BLOOM: (LIFTS A TURTLE HEAD TOWARDS HER LAP) We have met before.
On another star.

THE NYMPH: (SADLY) Rubber goods. Neverrip brand as supplied to the
aristocracy. Corsets for men. I cure fits or money refunded. Unsolicited
testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber. My bust
developed four inches in three weeksreports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo.

BLOOM: You mean PHOTO BITS?

THE NYMPH: I do. You bore me awayframed me in oak and tinselset me
above your marriage couch. Unseenone summer eveyou kissed me in four
places. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyesmy bosom and my shame.

BLOOM: (HUMBLY KISSES HER LONG HAIR) Your classic curvesbeautiful
immortalI was glad to look on youto praise youa thing of beauty
almost to pray.

THE NYMPH: During dark nights I heard your praise.

BLOOM: (QUICKLY) Yesyes. You mean that I ... Sleep reveals the worst side
of everyonechildren perhaps excepted. I know I fell out of bed or rather
was pushed. Steel wine is said to cure snoring. For the rest there is that
English inventionpamphlet of which I received some days agoincorrectly
addressed. It claims to afford a noiselessinoffensive vent. (HE SIGHS)
'Twas ever thus. Frailtythy name is marriage.

THE NYMPH: (HER FINGERS IN HER EARS) And words. They are not in my
dictionary.

BLOOM: You understood them?

THE YEWS: Ssh!

THE NYMPH: (COVERS HER FACE WITH HER HANDS) What have I not seen in that
chamber? What must my eyes look down on?

BLOOM: (APOLOGETICALLY) I know. Soiled personal linenwrong side up with
care. The quoits are loose. From Gibraltar by long sea long ago.


THE NYMPH: (BENDS HER HEAD) Worseworse!

BLOOM: (REFLECTS PRECAUTIOUSLY) That antiquated commode. It wasn't her
weight. She scaled just eleven stone nine. She put on nine pounds after
weaning. It was a crack and want of glue. Eh? And that absurd orangekeyed
utensil which has only one handle.

(THE SOUND OF A WATERFALL IS HEARD IN BRIGHT CASCADE.)

THE WATERFALL:

Poulaphouca Poulaphouca

Poulaphouca Poulaphouca.

THE YEWS: (MINGLING THEIR BOUGHS) Listen. Whisper. She is rightour
sister. We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. We gave shade on languorous
summer days.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (IN THE BACKGROUNDIN IRISH NATIONAL FORESTER'S UNIFORM
DOFFS HIS PLUMED HAT) Prosper! Give shade on languorous daystrees of
Ireland!

THE YEWS: (MURMURING) Who came to Poulaphouca with the High School
excursion? Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?

BLOOM: (SCARED) High School of Poula? Mnemo? Not in full possession of
faculties. Concussion. Run over by tram.

THE ECHO: Sham!

BLOOM: (PIGEONBREASTEDBOTTLESHOULDEREDPADDEDIN NONDESCRIPT JUVENILE
GREY AND BLACK STRIPED SUITTOO SMALL FOR HIMWHITE TENNIS SHOESBORDERED
STOCKINGS WITH TURNOVER TOPS AND A RED SCHOOLCAP WITH BADGE) I was in my
teensa growing boy. A little then sufficeda jolting carthe mingling
odours of the ladies' cloakroom and lavatorythe throng penned tight on
the old Royal stairs (for they love crushesinstinct of the herdand the
dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice)even a pricelist of their hosiery.
And then the heat. There were sunspots that summer. End of school. And
tipsycake. Halcyon days.

(HALCYON DAYSHIGH SCHOOL BOYS IN BLUE AND WHITE FOOTBALL
JERSEYS AND SHORTSMASTER DONALD TURNBULLMASTER ABRAHAM
CHATTERTONMASTER OWEN GOLDBERGMASTER JACK MEREDITHMASTER
PERCY APJOHNSTAND IN A CLEARING OF THE TREES AND SHOUT TO MASTER
LEOPOLD BLOOM.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: Mackerel! Live us again. Hurray! (THEY CHEER)

BLOOM: (HOBBLEDEHOYWARMGLOVEDMAMMAMUFFLEREDSTARRED WITH SPENT
SNOWBALLSSTRUGGLES TO RISE) Again! I feel sixteen! What a lark! Let's ring
all the bells in Montague street. (HE CHEERS FEEBLY) Hurray for the High
School!

THE ECHO: Fool!

THE YEWS: (RUSTLING) She is rightour sister. Whisper. (WHISPERED KISSES
ARE HEARD IN ALL THE WOOD. FACES OF HAMADRYADS PEEP OUT FROM THE BOLES AND
AMONG THE LEAVES AND BREAKBLOSSOMING INTO BLOOM.) Who profaned our
silent shade?

THE NYMPH: (COYLYTHROUGH PARTING FINGERS) There? In the open air?

THE YEWS: (SWEEPING DOWNWARD) Sisteryes. And on our virgin sward.


THE WATERFALL:

Poulaphouca Poulaphouca

Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca.

THE NYMPH: (WITH WIDE FINGERS) Oinfamy!

BLOOM: I was precocious. Youth. The fauna. I sacrificed to the god of the
forest. The flowers that bloom in the spring. It was pairing time. Capillary
attraction is a natural phenomenon. Lotty ClarkeflaxenhairedI saw at her
night toilette through illclosed curtains with poor papa's operaglasses: The
wanton ate grass wildly. She rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me
with her flow of animal spirits. She climbed their crooked tree and I ... A
saint couldn't resist it. The demon possessed me. Besideswho saw?

(STAGGERING BOBA WHITEPOLLED CALFTHRUSTS A RUMINATING HEAD WITH
HUMID NOSTRILS THROUGH THE FOLIAGE.)

STAGGERING BOB: (LARGE TEARDROPS ROLLING FROM HIS PROMINENT EYESSNIVELS)
Me. Me see.

BLOOM: Simply satisfying a need I ... (WITH PATHOS) No girl would when I
went girling. Too ugly. They wouldn't play ...

(HIGH ON BEN HOWTH THROUGH RHODODENDRONS A NANNYGOAT PASSES
PLUMPUDDEREDBUTTYTAILEDDROPPING CURRANTS.)

THE NANNYGOAT: (BLEATS) Megeggaggegg! Nannannanny!

BLOOM: (HATLESSFLUSHEDCOVERED WITH BURRS OF THISTLEDOWN AND GORSESPINE)
Regularly engaged. Circumstances alter cases. (HE GAZES INTENTLY
DOWNWARDS ON THE WATER) Thirtytwo head over heels per second. Press
nightmare. Giddy Elijah. Fall from cliff. Sad end of government printer's
clerk. (THROUGH SILVERSILENT SUMMER AIR THE DUMMY OF BLOOMROLLED IN A
MUMMYROLLS ROTEATINGLY FROM THE LION'S HEAD CLIFF INTO THE PURPLE
WAITING WATERS.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!

(FAR OUT IN THE BAY BETWEEN BAILEY AND KISH LIGHTS THE Erin's King
SAILSSENDING A BROADENING PLUME OF COALSMOKE FROM HER FUNNEL
TOWARDS THE LAND.)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (ALONE ON DECKIN DARK ALPACAYELLOWKITEFACEDHIS
HAND IN HIS WAISTCOAT OPENINGDECLAIMS) When my country takes her place
among the nations of the earththenand not till thenlet my epitaph be
written. I have ...

BLOOM: Done. Prff!

THE NYMPH: (LOFTILY) We immortalsas you saw todayhave not such a place
and no hair there either. We are stonecold and pure. We eat electric
light. (SHE ARCHES HER BODY IN LASCIVIOUS CRISPATIONPLACING HER
FOREFINGER IN HER MOUTH) Spoke to me. Heard from behind. How then could
you ...?

BLOOM: (PAWING THE HEATHER ABJECTLY) OI have been a perfect pig. Enemas
too I have administered. One third of a pint of quassia to which add a
tablespoonful of rocksalt. Up the fundament. With Hamilton Long's
syringethe ladies' friend.


THE NYMPH: In my presence. The powderpuff. (SHE BLUSHES AND MAKES A KNEE)
And the rest!

BLOOM: (DEJECTED) Yes. PECCAVI! I have paid homage on that living altar
where the back changes name. (WITH SUDDEN FERVOUR) For why should the
dainty scented jewelled handthe hand that rules ...?

(FIGURES WIND SERPENTING IN SLOW WOODLAND PATTERN AROUND THE
TREESTEMSCOOEEING)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (IN THE THICKET) Show us one of them cushions.

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Here.

(A GROUSE WINGS CLUMSILY THROUGH THE UNDERWOOD.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (IN THE THICKET) Whew! Piping hot!

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (FROM THE THICKET) Came from a hot place.

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (A BIRDCHIEFBLUESTREAKED AND FEATHERED IN WAR
PANOPLY WITH HIS ASSEGAISTRIDING THROUGH A CRACKLING CANEBRAKE OVER
BEECHMAST AND ACORNS) Hot! Hot! Ware Sitting Bull!

BLOOM: It overpowers me. The warm impress of her warm form. Even to sit
where a woman has satespecially with divaricated thighsas though to
grant the last favoursmost especially with previously well uplifted
white sateen coatpans. So womanlyfull. It fills me full.

THE WATERFALL:

Phillaphulla Poulaphouca

Poulaphouca Poulaphouca.

THE YEWS: Ssh! Sisterspeak!

THE NYMPH: (EYELESSIN NUN'S WHITE HABITCOIF AND HUGEWINGED WIMPLE
SOFTLYWITH REMOTE EYES) Tranquilla convent. Sister Agatha. Mount Carmel.
The apparitions of Knock and Lourdes. No more desire. (SHE RECLINES HER
HEADSIGHING) Only the ethereal. Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the
waters dull.

(BLOOM HALF RISES. HIS BACK TROUSERBUTTON SNAPS.)

THE BUTTON: Bip!

(TWO SLUTS OF THE COOMBE DANCE RAINILY BYSHAWLEDYELLING FLATLY.)

THE SLUTS:

OLeopold lost the pin of his drawers

He didn't know what to do

To keep it up

To keep it up.

BLOOM: (COLDLY) You have broken the spell. The last straw. If there were
only ethereal where would you all bepostulants and novices? Shy but
willing like an ass pissing.


THE YEWS: (THEIR SILVERFOIL OF LEAVES PRECIPITATINGTHEIR SKINNY ARMS
AGING AND SWAYING) Deciduously!

THE NYMPH: (her features hardeninggropes in the folds of her habit)
Sacrilege! To attempt my virtue! (A LARGE MOIST STAIN APPEARS ON HER ROBE)
Sully my innocence! You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman.
(SHE CLUTCHES AGAIN IN HER ROBE) Wait. Satanyou'll sing no more
lovesongs. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. (SHE DRAWS A PONIARD ANDCLAD IN THE
SHEATHMAIL OF AN ELECTED KNIGHT OF NINESTRIKES AT HIS LOINS) Nekum!

BLOOM: (STARTS UPSEIZES HER HAND) Hoy! Nebrakada! Cat o' nine lives!
Fair playmadam. No pruningknife. The fox and the grapesis it? What do
you lack with your barbed wire? Crucifix not thick enough? (HE CLUTCHES
HER VEIL) A holy abbot you want or Brophythe lame gardeneror the
spoutless statue of the watercarrieror good mother Alphonsus
eh Reynard?

THE NYMPH: (WITH A CRY FLEES FROM HIM UNVEILEDHER PLASTER CAST CRACKING
A CLOUD OF STENCH ESCAPING FROM THE CRACKS) Poli ...!

BLOOM: (CALLS AFTER HER) As if you didn't get it on the double yourselves.
No jerks and multiple mucosities all over you. I tried it. Your strength
our weakness. What's our studfee? What will you pay on the nail? You fee
mendancers on the RivieraI read. (THE FLEEING NYMPH RAISES A KEEN) Eh?
I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me. And would a jury
give me five shillings alimony tomorroweh? Fool someone elsenot me.
(HE SNIFFS) Rut. Onions. Stale. Sulphur. Grease.

(THE FIGURE OF BELLA COHEN STANDS BEFORE HIM.)

BELLA: You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM: (COMPOSEDREGARDS HER) Passee. Mutton dressed as lamb. Long in the
tooth and superfluous hair. A raw onion the last thing at night would
benefit your complexion. And take some double chin drill. Your eyes are as
vapid as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. They have the dimensions of
your other featuresthat's all. I'm not a triple screw propeller.

BELLA: (CONTEMPTUOUSLY) You're not gamein fact. (HER SOWCUNT BARKS)
Fbhracht!

BLOOM: (CONTEMPTUOUSLY) Clean your nailless middle finger firstyour
bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of hay
and wipe yourself.

BELLA: I know youcanvasser! Dead cod!

BLOOM: I saw himkipkeeper! Pox and gleet vendor!

BELLA: (TURNS TO THE PIANO) Which of you was playing the dead march from
SAUL?

ZOE: Me. Mind your cornflowers. (SHE DARTS TO THE PIANO AND BANGS CHORDS
ON IT WITH CROSSED ARMS) The cat's ramble through the slag. (SHE GLANCES
BACK) Eh? Who's making love to my sweeties? (SHE DARTS BACK TO THE TABLE)
What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

(KITTYDISCONCERTEDCOATS HER TEETH WITH THE SILVER PAPER. BLOOM
APPROACHES ZOE.)

BLOOM: (GENTLY) Give me back that potatowill you?

ZOE: Forfeitsa fine thing and a superfine thing.


BLOOM: (WITH FEELING) It is nothingbut stilla relic of poor mamma.

ZOE:

Give a thing and take it back

God'll ask you where is that

You'll say you don't know

God'll send you down below.

BLOOM: There is a memory attached to it. I should like to have it.

STEPHEN: To have or not to have that is the question.

ZOE: Here. (SHE HAULS UP A REEF OF HER SLIPREVEALING HER BARE THIGH
AND UNROLLS THE POTATO FROM THE TOP OF HER STOCKING) Those that hides
knows where to find.

BELLA: (FROWNS) Here. This isn't a musical peepshow. And don't you smash
that piano. Who's paying here?

(SHE GOES TO THE PIANOLA. STEPHEN FUMBLES IN HIS POCKET ANDTAKING
OUT A BANKNOTE BY ITS CORNERHANDS IT TO HER.)

STEPHEN: (WITH EXAGGERATED POLITENESS) This silken purse I made out of the
sow's ear of the public. Madamexcuse me. If you allow me. (HE INDICATES
VAGUELY LYNCH AND BLOOM) We are all in the same sweepstakeKinch and
Lynch. DANS CE BORDEL OU TENONS NOSTRE ETAT.

LYNCH: (CALLS FROM THE HEARTH) Dedalus! Give her your blessing for me.

STEPHEN: (HANDS BELLA A COIN) Gold. She has it.

BELLA: (LOOKS AT THE MONEYTHEN AT STEPHENTHEN AT ZOEFLORRY AND
KITTY) Do you want three girls? It's ten shillings here.

STEPHEN: (DELIGHTEDLY) A hundred thousand apologies. (HE FUMBLES AGAIN AND
TAKES OUT AND HANDS HER TWO CROWNS) PermitBREVI MANUmy sight is
somewhat troubled.

(BELLA GOES TO THE TABLE TO COUNT THE MONEY WHILE STEPHEN TALKS TO
HIMSELF IN MONOSYLLABLES. ZOE BENDS OVER THE TABLE. KITTY LEANS OVER
ZOE'S NECK. LYNCH GETS UPRIGHTS HIS CAP ANDCLASPING KITTY'S
WAISTADDS HIS HEAD TO THE GROUP.)

FLORRY: (STRIVES HEAVILY TO RISE) Ow! My foot's asleep. (SHE LIMPS OVER TO
THE TABLE. BLOOM APPROACHES.)

BELLAZOEKITTYLYNCHBLOOM: (CHATTERING AND SQUABBLING) The
gentleman ... ten shillings ... paying for the three ... allow
me a moment ... this gentleman pays separate ... who's touching
it? ... ow! ... mind who you're pinching ... are you staying the
night or a short time?... who did?... you're a liarexcuse me ... the
gentleman paid down like a gentleman ... drink ... it's long after eleven.

STEPHEN: (AT THE PIANOLAMAKING A GESTURE OF ABHORRENCE) No bottles!
Whateleven? A riddle!

ZOE: (LIFTING UP HER PETTIGOWN AND FOLDING A HALF SOVEREIGN INTO THE TOP
OF HER STOCKING) Hard earned on the flat of my back.

LYNCH: (LIFTING KITTY FROM THE TABLE) Come!


KITTY: Wait. (SHE CLUTCHES THE TWO CROWNS)

FLORRY: And me?

LYNCH: Hoopla! (HE LIFTS HERCARRIES HER AND BUMPS HER DOWN ON THE SOFA.)

STEPHEN:

The fox crewthe cocks flew

The bells in heaven

Were striking eleven.

'Tis time for her poor soul

To get out of heaven.

BLOOM: (QUIETLY LAYS A HALF SOVEREIGN ON THE TABLE BETWEEN BELLA AND
FLORRY) So. Allow me. (HE TAKES UP THE POUNDNOTE) Three times ten. We're
square.

BELLA: (ADMIRINGLY) You're such a slybootsold cocky. I could kiss you.

ZOE: (POINTS) Him? Deep as a drawwell. (LYNCH BENDS KITTY BACK OVER THE
SOFA AND KISSES HER. BLOOM GOES WITH THE POUNDNOTE TO STEPHEN.)

BLOOM: This is yours.

STEPHEN: How is that? LES DISTRAIT or absentminded beggar. (HE FUMBLES
AGAIN IN HIS POCKET AND DRAWS OUT A HANDFUL OF COINS. AN OBJECT FILLS.)
That fell.

BLOOM: (STOOPINGPICKS UP AND HANDS A BOX OF MATCHES) This.

STEPHEN: Lucifer. Thanks.

BLOOM: (QUIETLY) You had better hand over that cash to me to take care of.
Why pay more?

STEPHEN: (HANDS HIM ALL HIS COINS) Be just before you are generous.

BLOOM: I will but is it wise? (HE COUNTS) Onesevenelevenand five.
Six. Eleven. I don't answer for what you may have lost.

STEPHEN: Why striking eleven? Proparoxyton. Moment before the next Lessing
says. Thirsty fox. (HE LAUGHS LOUDLY) Burying his grandmother. Probably he
killed her.

BLOOM: That is one pound six and eleven. One pound sevensay.

STEPHEN: Doesn't matter a rambling damn.

BLOOM: Nobut ...

STEPHEN: (COMES TO THE TABLE) Cigaretteplease. (LYNCH TOSSES A CIGARETTE
FROM THE SOFA TO THE TABLE) And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married.
(A CIGARETTE APPEARS ON THE TABLE. STEPHEN LOOKS AT IT) Wonder. Parlour
magic. Married. Hm. (HE STRIKES A MATCH AND PROCEEDS TO LIGHT THE
CIGARETTE WITH ENIGMATIC MELANCHOLY)

LYNCH: (WATCHING HIM) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you
held the match nearer.

STEPHEN: (BRINGS THE MATCH NEAR HIS EYE) Lynx eye. Must get glasses. Broke
them yesterday. Sixteen years ago. Distance. The eye sees all flat.


(HE DRAWS THE MATCH AWAY. IT GOES OUT.) Brain thinks. Near: far.
Ineluctable modality of the visible. (HE FROWNS MYSTERIOUSLY) Hm. Sphinx.
The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Married.

ZOE: It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him.

FLORRY: (NODS) Mr Lambe from London.

STEPHEN: Lamb of Londonwho takest away the sins of our world.

LYNCH: (EMBRACING KITTY ON THE SOFACHANTS DEEPLY) DONA NOBIS PACEM.

(THE CIGARETTE SLIPS FROM STEPHEN 'S FINGERS. BLOOM PICKS IT UP AND
THROWS IT IN THE GRATE.)

BLOOM: Don't smoke. You ought to eat. Cursed dog I met. (TO ZOE) You have
nothing?

ZOE: Is he hungry?

STEPHEN: (EXTENDS HIS HAND TO HER SMILING AND CHANTS TO THE AIR OF THE
BLOODOATH IN THE Dusk of the Gods)

Hangende Hunger

Fragende Frau

Macht uns alle kaputt.

ZOE: (TRAGICALLY) HamletI am thy father's gimlet! (SHE TAKES HIS HAND)
Blue eyes beauty I'll read your hand. (SHE POINTS TO HIS FOREHEAD) No wit
no wrinkles. (SHE COUNTS) TwothreeMarsthat's courage. (STEPHEN
SHAKES HIS HEAD) No kid.

LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. The youth who could not shiver and shake.
(TO ZOE) Who taught you palmistry?

ZOE: (TURNS) Ask my ballocks that I haven't got. (TO STEPHEN) I see it in
your face. The eyelike that. (SHE FROWNS WITH LOWERED HEAD)

LYNCH: (LAUGHINGSLAPS KITTY BEHIND TWICE) Like that. Pandybat.

(TWICE LOUDLY A PANDYBAT CRACKSTHE COFFIN OF THE PIANOLA FLIES OPEN
THE BALD LITTLE ROUND JACK-IN-THE-BOX HEAD OF FATHER DOLAN SPRINGS UP.)

FATHER DOLAN: Any boy want flogging? Broke his glasses? Lazy idle little
schemer. See it in your eye.

(MILDBENIGNRECTORIALREPROVINGTHE HEAD OF DON JOHN CONMEE
RISES FROM THE PIANOLA COFFIN.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: NowFather Dolan! Now. I'm sure that Stephen is a very
good little boy!

ZOE: (EXAMINING STEPHEN'S PALM) Woman's hand.

STEPHEN: (MURMURS) Continue. Lie. Hold me. Caress. I never could read His
handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the haddock.

ZOE: What day were you born?

STEPHEN: Thursday. Today.

ZOE: Thursday's child has far to go. (SHE TRACES LINES ON HIS HAND) Line


of fate. Influential friends.

FLORRY: (POINTING) Imagination.

ZOE: Mount of the moon. You'll meet with a ... (SHE PEERS AT HIS HANDS
ABRUPTLY) I won't tell you what's not good for you. Or do you want
to know?

BLOOM: (DETACHES HER FINGERS AND OFFERS HIS PALM) More harm than good.
Here. Read mine.

BELLA: Show. (SHE TURNS UP BLOOM'S HAND) I thought so. Knobby knuckles
for the women.

ZOE: (PEERING AT BLOOM'S PALM) Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and marry
money.

BLOOM: Wrong.

ZOE: (QUICKLY) OI see. Short little finger. Henpecked husband.
That wrong?

(BLACK LIZA HUGE ROOSTER HATCHING IN A CHALKED CIRCLERISES
STRETCHES HER WINGS AND CLUCKS.)

BLACK LIZ: Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook.

(SHE SIDLES FROM HER NEWLAID EGG AND WADDLES OFF)

BLOOM: (POINTS TO HIS HAND) That weal there is an accident. Fell and cut
it twentytwo years ago. I was sixteen.

ZOE: I seesays the blind man. Tell us news.

STEPHEN: See? Moves to one great goal. I am twentytwo. Sixteen years ago
he was twentytwo too. Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. Twentytwo
years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. (HE WINCES) Hurt my hand
somewhere. Must see a dentist. Money?

(ZOE WHISPERS TO FLORRY. THEY GIGGLE. BLOOM RELEASES HIS HAND AND
WRITES IDLY ON THE TABLE IN BACKHANDPENCILLING SLOW CURVES.)

FLORRY: What?

(A HACKNEYCARNUMBER THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTYFOURWITH A
GALLANTBUTTOCKED MAREDRIVEN BY JAMES BARTONHARMONY AVENUE
DONNYBROOKTROTS PAST. BLAZES BOYLAN AND LENEHAN SPRAWL
SWAYING ON THE SIDESEATS. THE ORMOND BOOTS CROUCHES BEHIND ON
THE AXLE. SADLY OVER THE CROSSBLIND LYDIA DOUCE AND MINA KENNEDY
GAZE.)

THE BOOTS: (JOGGINGMOCKS THEM WITH THUMB AND WRIGGLING WORMFINGERS)
Haw haw have you the horn?

(BRONZE BY GOLD THEY WHISPER.)

ZOE: (TO FLORRY) Whisper.

(THEY WHISPER AGAIN)

(OVER THE WELL OF THE CAR BLAZES BOYLAN LEANSHIS BOATER STRAW SET
SIDEWAYSA RED FLOWER IN HIS MOUTH. LENEHAN IN YACHTSMAN'S CAP
AND WHITE SHOES OFFICIOUSLY DETACHES A LONG HAIR FROM BLAZES
BOYLAN'S COAT SHOULDER.)


LENEHAN: Ho! What do I here behold? Were you brushing the cobwebs off
a few quims?

BOYLAN: (SEATEDSMILES) Plucking a turkey.

LENEHAN: A good night's work.

BOYLAN: (HOLDING UP FOUR THICK BLUNTUNGULATED FINGERSWINKS) Blazes Kate!
Up to sample or your money back. (HE HOLDS OUT A FOREFINGER) Smell that.

LENEHAN: (SMELLS GLEEFULLY) Ah! Lobster and mayonnaise. Ah!

ZOE AND FLORRY: (LAUGH TOGETHER) Ha ha ha ha.

BOYLAN: (JUMPS SURELY FROM THE CAR AND CALLS LOUDLY FOR ALL TO HEAR)
HelloBloom! Mrs Bloom dressed yet?

BLOOM: (IN FLUNKEY'S PRUNE PLUSH COAT AND KNEEBREECHESBUFF STOCKINGS
AND POWDERED WIG) I'm afraid notsir. The last articles ...

BOYLAN: (TOSSES HIM SIXPENCE) Hereto buy yourself a gin and splash.
(HE HANGS HIS HAT SMARTLY ON A PEG OF BLOOM'S ANTLERED HEAD) Show me in.
I have a little private business with your wifeyou understand?

BLOOM: Thank yousir. Yessir. Madam Tweedy is in her bathsir.

MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured. (SHE PLOPS SPLASHING OUT
OF THE WATER) Raoul darlingcome and dry me. I'm in my pelt. Only my new
hat and a carriage sponge.

BOYLAN: (A MERRY TWINKLE IN HIS EYE) Topping!

BELLA: What? What is it?

(ZOE WHISPERS TO HER.)

MARION: Let him lookthe pishogue! Pimp! And scourge himself! I'll write
to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomonathe bearded womanto raise
weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and
stamped receipt.

BOYLAN: (clasps himself) HereI can't hold this little lot much longer.
(he strides off on stiff cavalry legs)

BELLA: (LAUGHING) Ho ho ho ho.

BOYLAN: (TO BLOOMOVER HIS SHOULDER) You can apply your eye to the
keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few times.

BLOOM: Thank yousir. I willsir. May I bring two men chums to witness
the deed and take a snapshot? (HE HOLDS OUT AN OINTMENT JAR) Vaseline
sir? Orangeflower ...? Lukewarm water ...?

KITTY: (FROM THE SOFA) Tell usFlorry. Tell us. What.

(FLORRY WHISPERS TO HER. WHISPERING LOVEWORDS MURMURLIPLAPPING
LOUDLYPOPPYSMIC PLOPSLOP.)

MINA KENNEDY: (HER EYES UPTURNED) Oit must be like the scent of
geraniums and lovely peaches! Ohe simply idolises every bit of her!
Stuck together! Covered with kisses!

LYDIA DOUCE: (HER MOUTH OPENING) Yumyum. Ohe's carrying her round the


room doing it! Ride a cockhorse. You could hear them in Paris and New
York. Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream.


KITTY: (LAUGHING) Hee hee hee.


BOYLAN'S VOICE: (SWEETLYHOARSELYIN THE PIT OF HIS STOMACH) Ah!
Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht!


MARION'S VOICE: (HOARSELYSWEETLYRISING TO HER THROAT) O!
Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?


BLOOM: (HIS EYES WILDLY DILATEDCLASPS HIMSELF) Show! Hide! Show!
Plough her! More! Shoot!


BELLAZOEFLORRYKITTY: Ho ho! Ha ha! Hee hee!


LYNCH: (POINTS) The mirror up to nature. (HE LAUGHS) Hu hu hu hu hu!


(STEPHEN AND BLOOM GAZE IN THE MIRROR. THE FACE OF WILLIAM
SHAKESPEAREBEARDLESSAPPEARS THERERIGID IN FACIAL PARALYSIS
CROWNED BY THE REFLECTION OF THE REINDEER ANTLERED HATRACK IN THE HALL.)


SHAKESPEARE: (IN DIGNIFIED VENTRILOQUY) 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the
vacant mind. (TO BLOOM) Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible.
Gaze. (HE CROWS WITH A BLACK CAPON'S LAUGH) Iagogo! How my Oldfellow
chokit his Thursdaymornun. Iagogogo!


BLOOM: (SMILES YELLOWLY AT THE THREE WHORES) When will I hear the joke?


ZOE: Before you're twice married and once a widower.


BLOOM: Lapses are condoned. Even the great Napoleon when measurements were
taken next the skin after his death ...


(MRS DIGNAMWIDOW WOMANHER SNUBNOSE AND CHEEKS FLUSHED
WITH DEATHTALKTEARS AND TUNNEY'S TAWNY SHERRYHURRIES BY IN HER
WEEDSHER BONNET AWRYROUGING AND POWDERING HER CHEEKSLIPS
AND NOSEA PEN CHIVVYING HER BROOD OF CYGNETS. BENEATH HER SKIRT
APPEAR HER LATE HUSBAND'S EVERYDAY TROUSERS AND TURNEDUP BOOTS
LARGE EIGHTS. SHE HOLDS A SCOTTISH WIDOWS' INSURANCE POLICY AND A
LARGE MARQUEE UMBRELLA UNDER WHICH HER BROOD RUN WITH HERPATSY
HOPPING ON ONE SHOD FOOTHIS COLLAR LOOSEA HANK OF PORKSTEAKS
DANGLINGFREDDY WHIMPERINGSUSY WITH A CRYING COD'S MOUTH
ALICE STRUGGLING WITH THE BABY. SHE CUFFS THEM ONHER STREAMERS
FLAUNTING ALOFT.)


FREDDY: Ahmayou're dragging me along!


SUSY: Mammathe beeftea is fizzing over!


SHAKESPEARE: (WITH PARALYTIC RAGE) Weda seca whokilla farst.


(THE FACE OF MARTIN CUNNINGHAMBEARDEDREFEATURES
SHAKESPEARE'S BEARDLESS FACE. THE MARQUEE UMBRELLA SWAYS
DRUNKENLYTHE CHILDREN RUN ASIDE. UNDER THE UMBRELLA APPEARS MRS
CUNNINGHAM IN MERRY WIDOW HAT AND KIMONO GOWN. SHE GLIDES
SIDLING AND BOWINGTWIRLING JAPANESILY.)


MRS CUNNINGHAM: (SINGS)


And they call me the jewel of Asia!


MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (GAZES ON HERIMPASSIVE) Immense! Most bloody awful
demirep!

STEPHEN: ET EXALTABUNTUR CORNUA IUSTI. Queens lay with prize bulls.
Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first
confessionbox. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of
the house of Lambert. And Noah was drunk with wine. And his ark was
open.

BELLA: None of that here. Come to the wrong shop.

LYNCH: Let him alone. He's back from Paris.

ZOE: (RUNS TO STEPHEN AND LINKS HIM) O go on! Give us some parleyvoo.

(STEPHEN CLAPS HAT ON HEAD AND LEAPS OVER TO THE FIREPLACE WHERE HE
STANDS WITH SHRUGGED SHOULDERSFINNY HANDS OUTSPREADA PAINTED
SMILE ON HIS FACE.)

LYNCH: (POMMELLING ON THE SOFA) Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm.

STEPHEN: (GABBLES WITH MARIONETTE JERKS) Thousand places of entertainment
to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things
perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric
where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are
dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for
bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poor english how much smart they
are on things love and sensations voluptuous. Misters very selects for is
pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and they
tears silver which occur every night. Perfectly shocking terrific of
religion's things mockery seen in universal world. All chic womans which
arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man
debauch nun very fresh young with DESSOUS TROUBLANTS. (HE CLACKS HIS
TONGUE LOUDLY) HOLA LA! CE PIF QU'IL A!

LYNCH: VIVE LE VAMPIRE!

THE WHORES: Bravo! Parleyvoo!

STEPHEN: (GRIMACING WITH HEAD BACKLAUGHS LOUDLYCLAPPING HIMSELF) Great
success of laughing. Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big
damn ruffians. DEMIMONDAINES nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very
amiable costumed. Or do you are fond better what belongs they moderns
pleasure turpitude of old mans? (HE POINTS ABOUT HIM WITH GROTESQUE
GESTURES WHICH LYNCH AND THE WHORES REPLY TO) Caoutchouc statue woman
reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss
five ten times. Entergentlemanto see in mirror every positions
trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial
butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the belly PIECE DE
SHAKESPEARE.

BELLA: (CLAPPING HER BELLY SINKS BACK ON THE SOFAWITH A SHOUT OF
LAUGHTER) An omelette on the ... Ho! ho! ho! ho! ... omelette on the ...

STEPHEN: (MINCINGLY) I love yousir darling. Speak you englishman tongue
for DOUBLE ENTENTE CORDIALE. O yesMON LOUP. How much cost? Waterloo.
Watercloset. (HE CEASES SUDDENLY AND HOLDS UP A FOREFINGER)

BELLA: (LAUGHING) Omelette ...

THE WHORES: (LAUGHING) Encore! Encore!

STEPHEN: Mark me. I dreamt of a watermelon.


ZOE: Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

LYNCH: Across the world for a wife.

FLORRY: Dreams goes by contraries.

STEPHEN: (EXTENDS HIS ARMS) It was here. Street of harlots. In Serpentine
avenue Beelzebub showed me hera fubsy widow. Where's the red carpet
spread?

BLOOM: (APPROACHING STEPHEN) Look ...

STEPHEN: NoI flew. My foes beneath me. And ever shall be. World without
end. (HE CRIES) PATER! Free!

BLOOM: I saylook ...

STEPHEN: Break my spiritwill he? O MERDE ALORS! (HE CRIESHIS VULTURE
TALONS SHARPENED) Hola! Hillyho!

(SIMON DEDALUS' VOICE HILLOES IN ANSWERSOMEWHAT SLEEPY BUT READY.)

SIMON: That's all right. (HE SWOOPS UNCERTAINLY THROUGH THE AIRWHEELING
UTTERING CRIES OF HEARTENINGON STRONG PONDEROUS BUZZARD WINGS) Hoboy!
Are you going to win? Hoop! Pschatt! Stable with those halfcastes.
Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass. Head up! Keep our flag
flying! An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed. Ulster king
at arms! Haihoop! (HE MAKES THE BEAGLE'S CALLGIVING TONGUE) Bulbul!
Burblblburblbl! Haiboy!

(THE FRONDS AND SPACES OF THE WALLPAPER FILE RAPIDLY ACROSS COUNTRY.
A STOUT FOXDRAWN FROM COVERTBRUSH POINTEDHAVING BURIED HIS
GRANDMOTHERRUNS SWIFT FOR THE OPENBRIGHTEYEDSEEKING BADGER
EARTHUNDER THE LEAVES. THE PACK OF STAGHOUNDS FOLLOWSNOSE TO THE
GROUNDSNIFFING THEIR QUARRYBEAGLEBAYINGBURBLBRBLING TO BE
BLOODED. WARD UNION HUNTSMEN AND HUNTSWOMEN LIVE WITH THEM
HOT FOR A KILL. FROM SIX MILE POINTFLATHOUSENINE MILE STONE
FOLLOW THE FOOTPEOPLE WITH KNOTTY STICKSHAYFORKSSALMONGAFFS
LASSOSFLOCKMASTERS WITH STOCKWHIPSBEARBAITERS WITH TOMTOMS
TOREADORS WITH BULLSWORDSGREYNEGROES WAVING TORCHES. THE CROWD
BAWLS OF DICERSCROWN AND ANCHOR PLAYERSTHIMBLERIGGERS
BROADSMEN. CROWS AND TOUTSHOARSE BOOKIES IN HIGH WIZARD HATS
CLAMOUR DEAFENINGLY.)

THE CROWD:

Card of the races. Racing card!

Ten to one the field!

Tommy on the clay here! Tommy on the clay!

Ten to one bar one! Ten to one bar one!

Try your luck on Spinning Jenny!

Ten to one bar one!

Sell the monkeyboys! Sell the monkey!

I'll give ten to one!

Ten to one bar one!

(A DARK HORSERIDERLESSBOLTS LIKE A PHANTOM PAST THE WINNINGPOST
HIS MANE MOONFOAMINGHIS EYEBALLS STARS. THE FIELD FOLLOWSA
BUNCH OF BUCKING MOUNTS. SKELETON HORSESSCEPTREMAXIMUM THE
SECONDZINFANDELTHE DUKE OF WESTMINSTER'S SHOTOVERREPULSE
THE DUKE OF BEAUFORT'S CEYLONPRIX DE PARIS. DWARFS RIDE THEM
RUSTYARMOUREDLEAPINGLEAPING IN THEIRIN THEIR SADDLES. LAST IN A



DRIZZLE OF RAIN ON A BROKENWINDED ISABELLE NAGCOCK OF THE NORTH
THE FAVOURITEHONEY CAPGREEN JACKETORANGE SLEEVESGARRETT DEASY
UPGRIPPING THE REINSA HOCKEYSTICK AT THE READY. HIS NAG ON
SPAVINED WHITEGAITERED FEET JOGS ALONG THE ROCKY ROAD.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (JEERING) Get down and pushmister. Last lap!
You'll be home the night!

GARRETT DEASY: (BOLT UPRIGHTHIS NAILSCRAPED FACE PLASTERED WITH
POSTAGESTAMPSBRANDISHES HIS HOCKEYSTICKHIS BLUE EYES FLASHING IN THE
PRISM OF THE CHANDELIER AS HIS MOUNT LOPES BY AT SCHOOLING GALLOP)

PER VIAS RECTAS!

(A YOKE OF BUCKETS LEOPARDS ALL OVER HIM AND HIS REARING NAG A
TORRENT OF MUTTON BROTH WITH DANCING COINS OF CARROTSBARLEY
ONIONSTURNIPSPOTATOES.)

THE GREEN LODGES: Soft daysir John! Soft dayyour honour!

(PRIVATE CARRPRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY PASS BENEATH THE WINDOWS
SINGING IN DISCORD.)

STEPHEN: Hark! Our friend noise in the street.

ZOE: (HOLDS UP HER HAND) Stop!

PRIVATE CARRPRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY:

Yet I've a sort a
Yorkshire relish for ...


ZOE: That's me. (SHE CLAPS HER HANDS) Dance! Dance! (SHE RUNS TO THE
PIANOLA) Who has twopence?

BLOOM: Who'll ...?

LYNCH: (HANDING HER COINS) Here.

STEPHEN: (CRACKING HIS FINGERS IMPATIENTLY) Quick! Quick! Where's my
augur's rod? (HE RUNS TO THE PIANO AND TAKES HIS ASHPLANTBEATING HIS
FOOT IN TRIPUDIUM)

ZOE: (TURNS THE DRUMHANDLE) There.

(SHE DROPS TWO PENNIES IN THE SLOT. GOLDPINK AND VIOLET LIGHTS START
FORTH. THE DRUM TURNS PURRING IN LOW HESITATION WALTZ. PROFESSOR
GOODWININ A BOWKNOTTED PERIWIGIN COURT DRESSWEARING A
STAINED INVERNESS CAPEBENT IN TWO FROM INCREDIBLE AGETOTTERS
ACROSS THE ROOMHIS HANDS FLUTTERING. HE SITS TINILY ON THE PIANOSTOOL
AND LIFTS AND BEATS HANDLESS STICKS OF ARMS ON THE KEYBOARDNODDING
WITH DAMSEL'S GRACEHIS BOWKNOT BOBBING)

ZOE: (TWIRLS ROUND HERSELFHEELTAPPING) Dance. Anybody here for there?
Who'll dance? Clear the table.

(THE PIANOLA WITH CHANGING LIGHTS PLAYS IN WALTZ TIME THE PRELUDE
OF My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl. STEPHEN THROWS HIS ASHPLANT ON THE
TABLE AND SEIZES ZOE ROUND THE WAIST. FLORRY AND BELLA PUSH THE
TABLE TOWARDS THE FIREPLACE. STEPHENARMING ZOE WITH EXAGGERATED
GRACEBEGINS TO WALTZ HER ROUND THE ROOM. BLOOM STANDS ASIDE. HER
SLEEVE FILLING FROM GRACING ARMS REVEALS A WHITE FLESHFLOWER OF


VACCINATION. BETWEEN THE CURTAINS PROFESSOR MAGINNI INSERTS A LEG
ON THE TOEPOINT OF WHICH SPINS A SILK HAT. WITH A DEFT KICK HE SENDS IT
SPINNING TO HIS CROWN AND JAUNTYHATTED SKATES IN. HE WEARS A SLATE
FROCKCOAT WITH CLARET SILK LAPELSA GORGET OF CREAM TULLEA GREEN
LOWCUT WAISTCOATSTOCK COLLAR WITH WHITE KERCHIEFTIGHT LAVENDER
TROUSERSPATENT PUMPS AND CANARY GLOVES. IN HIS BUTTONHOLE IS AN
IMMENSE DAHLIA. HE TWIRLS IN REVERSED DIRECTIONS A CLOUDED CANE
THEN WEDGES IT TIGHT IN HIS OXTER. HE PLACES A HAND LIGHTLY ON HIS
BREASTBONEBOWSAND FONDLES HIS FLOWER AND BUTTONS.)

MAGINNI: The poetry of motionart of calisthenics. No connection with
Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Fancy dress balls arranged.
Deportment. The Katty Lanner step. So. Watch me! My terpsichorean
abilities. (HE MINUETS FORWARD THREE PACES ON TRIPPING BEE'S FEET) TOUT LE
MONDE EN AVANT! REVERENCE! TOUT LE MONDE EN PLACE!

(THE PRELUDE CEASES. PROFESSOR GOODWINBEATING VAGUE ARMS
SHRIVELSSINKSHIS LIVE CAPE FILLING ABOUT THE STOOL. THE AIR IN FIRMER
WALTZ TIME SOUNDS. STEPHEN AND ZOE CIRCLE FREELY. THE LIGHTS
CHANGEGLOWFIDE GOLD ROSY VIOLET.)

THE PIANOLA:

Two young fellows were talking about their girlsgirlsgirls
Sweethearts they'd left behind ...

(FROM A CORNER THE MORNING HOURS RUN OUTGOLDHAIRED
SLIMSANDALLEDIN GIRLISH BLUEWASPWAISTEDWITH INNOCENT HANDS.
NIMBLY THEY DANCETWIRLING THEIR SKIPPING ROPES. THE HOURS OF
NOON FOLLOW IN AMBER GOLD. LAUGHINGLINKEDHIGH HAIRCOMBS
FLASHINGTHEY CATCH THE SUN IN MOCKING MIRRORSLIFTING THEIR ARMS.)


MAGINNI: (CLIPCLAPS GLOVESILENT HANDS) CARRE! AVANT DEUX! Breathe evenly!
BALANCE!


(THE MORNING AND NOON HOURS WALTZ IN THEIR PLACESTURNING
ADVANCING TO EACH OTHERSHAPING THEIR CURVESBOWING VISAVIS.
CAVALIERS BEHIND THEM ARCH AND SUSPEND THEIR ARMSWITH HANDS
DESCENDING TOTOUCHINGRISING FROM THEIR SHOULDERS.)


HOURS: You may touch my.


CAVALIERS: May I touch your?


HOURS: Obut lightly!


CAVALIERS: Oso lightly!


THE PIANOLA:


My little shy little lass has a waist.

(ZOE AND STEPHEN TURN BOLDLY WITH LOOSER SWING. THE TWILIGHT HOURS
ADVANCE FROM LONG LANDSHADOWSDISPERSEDLAGGINGLANGUIDEYED
THEIR CHEEKS DELICATE WITH CIPRIA AND FALSE FAINT BLOOM. THEY ARE IN
GREY GAUZE WITH DARK BAT SLEEVES THAT FLUTTER IN THE LAND BREEZE.)

MAGINNI: AVANT HUIT! TRAVERSE! SALUT! COURS DE MAINS! CROISE!

(THE NIGHT HOURSONE BY ONESTEAL TO THE LAST PLACE. MORNINGNOON


AND TWILIGHT HOURS RETREAT BEFORE THEM. THEY ARE MASKEDWITH
DAGGERED HAIR AND BRACELETS OF DULL BELLS. WEARY THEY CURCHYCURCHY
UNDER VEILS.)

THE BRACELETS: Heigho! Heigho!

ZOE: (TWIRLINGHER HAND TO HER BROW) O!

MAGINNI: LES TIROIRS! CHAINE DE DAMES! LA CORBEILLE! DOS A DOS!

(ARABESQUING WEARILY THEY WEAVE A PATTERN ON THE FLOORWEAVING
UNWEAVINGCURTSEYINGTWIRLINGSIMPLY SWIRLING.)

ZOE: I'm giddy!

(SHE FREES HERSELFDROOPS ON A CHAIR. STEPHEN SEIZES FLORRY AND
TURNS WITH HER.)

MAGINNI: BOULANGERE! LES RONDS! LES PONTS! CHEVAUX DE BOIS! ESCARGOTS!

(TWININGRECEDINGWITH INTERCHANGING HANDS THE NIGHT HOURS LINK
EACH EACH WITH ARCHING ARMS IN A MOSAIC OF MOVEMENTS. STEPHEN
AND FLORRY TURN CUMBROUSLY.)

MAGINNI: DANSEZ AVEC VOS DAMES! CHANGEZ DE DAMES! DONNEZ LE PETIT BOUQUET
A VOTRE DAME! REMERCIEZ!

THE PIANOLA:

Bestbest of all

Baraabum!

KITTY: (JUMPS UP) Othey played that on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus
bazaar!

(SHE RUNS TO STEPHEN. HE LEAVES FLORRY BRUSQUELY AND SEIZES
KITTY. A SCREAMING BITTERN'S HARSH HIGH WHISTLE SHRIEKS.
GROANGROUSEGURGLING TOFT'S CUMBERSOME WHIRLIGIG TURNS SLOWLY THE
ROOM RIGHT ROUNDABOUT THE ROOM.)

THE PIANOLA:

My girl's a Yorkshire girl.

ZOE:

Yorkshire through and through.

Come on all!

(SHE SEIZES FLORRY AND WALTZES HER.)

STEPHEN: PAS SEUL!

(HE WHEELS KITTY INTO LYNCH'S ARMSSNATCHES UP HIS ASHPLANT FROM
THE TABLE AND TAKES THE FLOOR. ALL WHEEL WHIRL WALTZ TWIRL. BLOOMBELLA
KITTYLYNCH FLORRYZOE JUJUBY WOMEN. STEPHEN WITH HAT ASHPLANT
FROGSPLITS IN MIDDLE HIGHKICKS WITH SKYKICKING MOUTH SHUT HAND


CLASP PART UNDER THIGH. WITH CLANG TINKLE BOOMHAMMER TALLYHO
HORNBLOWER BLUE GREEN YELLOW FLASHES TOFT'S CUMBERSOME TURNS WITH
HOBBYHORSE RIDERS FROM GILDED SNAKES DANGLEDBOWELS FANDANGO
LEAPING SPURN SOIL FOOT AND FALL AGAIN.)

THE PIANOLA:

Though she's a factory lass

And wears no fancy clothes.

(CLOSECLUTCHED SWIFT SWIFTER WITH GLAREBLAREFLARE SCUDDING THEY
SCOOTLOOTSHOOT LUMBERING BY. BARAABUM!)

TUTTI: Encore! Bis! Bravo! Encore!

SIMON: Think of your mother's people!

STEPHEN: Dance of death.

(BANG FRESH BARANG BANG OF LACQUEY'S BELLHORSENAGSTEER
PIGLINGSCONMEE ON CHRISTASSLAME CRUTCH AND LEG SAILOR IN
COCKBOAT ARMFOLDED ROPEPULLING HITCHING STAMP HORNPIPE THROUGH
AND THROUGH. BARAABUM! ON NAGS HOGS BELLHORSES GADARENE SWINE
CORNY IN COFFIN STEEL SHARK STONE ONEHANDLED NELSON TWO TRICKIES
FRAUENZIMMER PLUMSTAINED FROM PRAM FILLING BAWLING GUM HE'S A
CHAMPION. FUSEBLUE PEER FROM BARREL REV. EVENSONG LOVE ON
HACKNEY JAUNT BLAZES BLIND CODDOUBLED BICYCLERS DILLY WITH
SNOWCAKE NO FANCY CLOTHES. THEN IN LAST SWITCHBACK LUMBERING UP
AND DOWN BUMP MASHTUB SORT OF VICEROY AND REINE RELISH FOR
TUBLUMBER BUMPSHIRE ROSE. BARAABUM!)

(THE COUPLES FALL ASIDE. STEPHEN WHIRLS GIDDILY. ROOM WHIRLS BACK.
EYES CLOSED HE TOTTERS. RED RAILS FLY SPACEWARDS. STARS ALL AROUND
SUNS TURN ROUNDABOUT. BRIGHT MIDGES DANCE ON WALLS. HE STOPS DEAD.)

STEPHEN: Ho!

(STEPHEN'S MOTHEREMACIATEDRISES STARK THROUGH THE FLOORIN LEPER
GREY WITH A WREATH OF FADED ORANGEBLOSSOMS AND A TORN BRIDAL VEIL
HER FACE WORN AND NOSELESSGREEN WITH GRAVEMOULD. HER HAIR IS
SCANT AND LANK. SHE FIXES HER BLUECIRCLED HOLLOW EYESOCKETS ON
STEPHEN AND OPENS HER TOOTHLESS MOUTH UTTERING A SILENT WORD. A
CHOIR OF VIRGINS AND CONFESSORS SING VOICELESSLY.)

THE CHOIR:

Liliata rutilantium te confessorum ...
Iubilantium te virginum ...


(FROM THE TOP OF A TOWER BUCK MULLIGANIN PARTICOLOURED JESTER'S
DRESS OF PUCE AND YELLOW AND CLOWN'S CAP WITH CURLING BELLSTANDS
GAPING AT HERA SMOKING BUTTERED SPLIT SCONE IN HIS HAND.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: She's beastly dead. The pity of it! Mulligan meets the
afflicted mother. (HE UPTURNS HIS EYES) Mercurial Malachi!

THE MOTHER: (WITH THE SUBTLE SMILE OF DEATH'S MADNESS) I was once the
beautiful May Goulding. I am dead.

STEPHEN: (HORRORSTRUCK) Lemurwho are you? No. What bogeyman's


trick is this?

BUCK MULLIGAN: (SHAKES HIS CURLING CAPBELL) The mockery of it! Kinch
dogsbody killed her bitchbody. She kicked the bucket. (TEARS OF MOLTEN
BUTTER FALL FROM HIS EYES ON TO THE SCONE) Our great sweet mother!
EPI OINOPA PONTON.

THE MOTHER: (COMES NEARERBREATHING UPON HIM SOFTLY HER BREATH OF WETTED
ASHES) All must go through itStephen. More women than men in the world.
You too. Time will come.

STEPHEN: (CHOKING WITH FRIGHTREMORSE AND HORROR) They say I killed you
mother. He offended your memory. Cancer did itnot I. Destiny.

THE MOTHER: (A GREEN RILL OF BILE TRICKLING FROM A SIDE OF HER MOUTH)
You sang that song to me. LOVE'S BITTER MYSTERY.

STEPHEN: (EAGERLY) Tell me the wordmotherif you know now. The word
known to all men.

THE MOTHER: Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey
with Paddy Lee? Who had pity for you when you were sad among the
strangers? Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls in the
Ursuline manual and forty days' indulgence. RepentStephen.

STEPHEN: The ghoul! Hyena!

THE MOTHER: I pray for you in my other world. Get Dilly to make you that
boiled rice every night after your brainwork. Years and years I loved you
Omy sonmy firstbornwhen you lay in my womb.

ZOE: (FANNING HERSELF WITH THE GRATE FAN) I'm melting!

FLORRY: (POINTS TO STEPHEN) Look! He's white.

BLOOM: (GOES TO THE WINDOW TO OPEN IT MORE) Giddy.

THE MOTHER: (WITH SMOULDERING EYES) Repent! Othe fire of hell!

STEPHEN: (PANTING) His noncorrosive sublimate! The corpsechewer! Raw head
and bloody bones.

THE MOTHER: (HER FACE DRAWING NEAR AND NEARERSENDING OUT AN ASHEN
BREATH) Beware! (SHE RAISES HER BLACKENED WITHERED RIGHT ARM SLOWLY
TOWARDS STEPHEN'S BREAST WITH OUTSTRETCHED FINGER) Beware God's hand!
(A GREEN CRAB WITH MALIGNANT RED EYES STICKS DEEP ITS GRINNING CLAWS
IN STEPHEN'S HEART.)

STEPHEN: (STRANGLED WITH RAGE) Shite! (HIS FEATURES GROW DRAWN GREY
AND OLD)

BLOOM: (AT THE WINDOW) What?

STEPHEN: AH NONPAR EXEMPLE! The intellectual imagination! With me all
or not at all. NON SERVIAM!

FLORRY: Give him some cold water. Wait. (SHE RUSHES OUT)

THE MOTHER: (WRINGS HER HANDS SLOWLYMOANING DESPERATELY) O Sacred Heart
of Jesushave mercy on him! Save him from hellO Divine Sacred Heart!

STEPHEN: No! No! No! Break my spiritall of youif you can! I'll bring
you all to heel!


THE MOTHER: (IN THE AGONY OF HER DEATHRATTLE) Have mercy on StephenLord
for my sake! Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with lovegrief
and agony on Mount Calvary.

STEPHEN: NOTHUNG!

(HE LIFTS HIS ASHPLANT HIGH WITH BOTH HANDS AND SMASHES THE
CHANDELIER. TIME'S LIVID FINAL FLAME LEAPS ANDIN THE FOLLOWING
DARKNESSRUIN OF ALL SPACESHATTERED GLASS AND TOPPLING MASONRY.)

THE GASJET: Pwfungg!

BLOOM: Stop!

LYNCH: (RUSHES FORWARD AND SEIZES STEPHEN'S HAND) Here! Hold on! Don't run
amok!

BELLA: Police!

(STEPHENABANDONING HIS ASHPLANTHIS HEAD AND ARMS THROWN BACK
STARKBEATS THE GROUND AND FLIES FROM THE ROOMPAST THE WHORES AT
THE DOOR.)

BELLA: (SCREAMS) After him!

(THE TWO WHORES RUSH TO THE HALLDOOR. LYNCH AND KITTY AND ZOE
STAMPEDE FROM THE ROOM. THEY TALK EXCITEDLY. BLOOM FOLLOWS
RETURNS.)

THE WHORES: (JAMMED IN THE DOORWAYPOINTING) Down there.

ZOE: (POINTING) There. There's something up.

BELLA: Who pays for the lamp? (SHE SEIZES BLOOM'S COATTAIL) Hereyou were
with him. The lamp's broken.

BLOOM: (RUSHES TO THE HALLRUSHES BACK) What lampwoman?

A WHORE: He tore his coat.

BELLA: (HER EYES HARD WITH ANGER AND CUPIDITYPOINTS) Who's to pay
for that? Ten shillings. You're a witness.

BLOOM: (SNATCHES UP STEPHEN'S ASHPLANT) Me? Ten shillings? Haven't you
lifted enough off him? Didn't he ...?

BELLA: (LOUDLY) Herenone of your tall talk. This isn't a brothel.
A ten shilling house.

BLOOM: (HIS HEAD UNDER THE LAMPPULLS THE CHAIN. PULINGTHE GASJET
LIGHTS UP A CRUSHED MAUVE PURPLE SHADE. HE RAISES THE ASHPLANT.) Only the
chimney's broken. Here is all he ...

BELLA: (SHRINKS BACK AND SCREAMS) Jesus! Don't!

BLOOM: (WARDING OFF A BLOW) To show you how he hit the paper. There's not
sixpenceworth of damage done. Ten shillings!

FLORRY: (WITH A GLASS OF WATERENTERS) Where is he?

BELLA: Do you want me to call the police?

BLOOM: OI know. Bulldog on the premises. But he's a Trinity student.
Patrons of your establishment. Gentlemen that pay the rent. (HE MAKES A


MASONIC SIGN) Know what I mean? Nephew of the vice-chancellor. You don't
want a scandal.


BELLA: (ANGRILY) Trinity. Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and
paying nothing. Are you my commander here or? Where is he? I'll charge
him! Disgrace himI will! (SHE SHOUTS) Zoe! Zoe!


BLOOM: (URGENTLY) And if it were your own son in Oxford? (WARNINGLY) I know.


BELLA: (ALMOST SPEECHLESS) Who are. Incog!


ZOE: (IN THE DOORWAY) There's a row on.


BLOOM: What? Where? (HE THROWS A SHILLING ON THE TABLE AND STARTS)
That's for the chimney. Where? I need mountain air.


(HE HURRIES OUT THROUGH THE HALL. THE WHORES POINT. FLORRY FOLLOWS
SPILLING WATER FROM HER TILTED TUMBLER. ON THE DOORSTEP ALL THE
WHORES CLUSTERED TALK VOLUBLYPOINTING TO THE RIGHT WHERE THE FOG
HAS CLEARED OFF. FROM THE LEFT ARRIVES A JINGLING HACKNEY CAR. IT SLOWS
TO IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE. BLOOM AT THE HALLDOOR PERCEIVES CORNY
KELLEHER WHO IS ABOUT TO DISMOUNT FROM THE CAR WITH TWO SILENT
LECHERS. HE AVERTS HIS FACE. BELLA FROM WITHIN THE HALL URGES ON HER
WHORES. THEY BLOW ICKYLICKYSTICKY YUMYUM KISSES. CORNY KELLEHER
REPLIES WITH A GHASTLY LEWD SMILE. THE SILENT LECHERS TURN TO PAY THE
JARVEY. ZOE AND KITTY STILL POINT RIGHT. BLOOMPARTING THEM SWIFTLY
DRAWS HIS CALIPH'S HOOD AND PONCHO AND HURRIES DOWN THE STEPS
WITH SIDEWAYS FACE. INCOG HAROUN AL RASCHID HE FLITS BEHIND THE
SILENT LECHERS AND HASTENS ON BY THE RAILINGS WITH FLEET STEP OF A PARD
STREWING THE DRAG BEHIND HIMTORN ENVELOPES DRENCHED IN ANISEED.
THE ASHPLANT MARKS HIS STRIDE. A PACK OF BLOODHOUNDSLED BY
HORNBLOWER OF TRINITY BRANDISHING A DOGWHIP IN TALLYHO CAP AND
AN OLD PAIR OF GREY TROUSERSFOLLOW FROM FIRPICKING UP THE SCENT
NEARERBAYINGPANTINGAT FAULTBREAKING AWAYTHROWING THEIR
TONGUESBITING HIS HEELSLEAPING AT HIS TAIL. HE WALKSRUNSZIGZAGS
GALLOPSLUGS LAID BACK. HE IS PELTED WITH GRAVELCABBAGESTUMPS
BISCUITBOXESEGGSPOTATOESDEAD CODFISHWOMAN'S SLIPPERSLAPPERS.
AFTER HIM FRESHFOUND THE HUE AND CRY ZIGZAG GALLOPS IN HOT PURSUIT
OF FOLLOW MY LEADER: 65 C66 CNIGHT WATCHJOHN HENRY MENTON
WISDOM HELYV. B. DILLONCOUNCILLOR NANNETTIALEXANDER KEYES
LARRY O'ROURKEJOE CUFFE MRS O'DOWDPISSER BURKETHE
NAMELESS ONEMRS RIORDANTHE CITIZENGARRYOWENWHODOYOUCALLHIM
STRANGEFACEFELLOWTHATSOLIKESAWHIMBEFORECHAPWITHAWEN
CHRIS CALLINANSIR CHARLES CAMERONBENJAMIN DOLLARDLENEHAN
BARTELL D'ARCYJOE HYNESRED MURRAYEDITOR BRAYDENT. M. HEALY
MR JUSTICE FITZGIBBONJOHN HOWARD PARNELLTHE REVEREND TINNED
SALMONPROFESSOR JOLYMRS BREENDENIS BREENTHEODORE PUREFOYMINA
PUREFOYTHE WESTLAND ROW POSTMISTRESSC. P. M'COYFRIEND OF LYONS
HOPPY HOLOHANMANINTHESTREETOTHERMANINTHESTREETFOOTBALLBOOTS
PUGNOSED DRIVERRICH PROTESTANT LADYDAVY BYRNEMRS ELLEN
M'GUINNESSMRS JOE GALLAHERGEORGE LIDWELLJIMMY HENRY ON CORNS
SUPERINTENDENT LARACYFATHER COWLEYCROFTON OUT OF THE
COLLECTOR-GENERAL'SDAN DAWSONDENTAL SURGEON BLOOM WITH TWEEZERS
MRS BOB DORANMRS KENNEFICKMRS WYSE NOLANJOHN WYSE NOLAN
HANDSOMEMARRIEDWOMANRUBBEDAGAINSTWIDEBEHINDINCLONSKEATRAM
THE BOOKSELLER OF Sweets Of SinMISS DUBEDATANDSHEDIDBEDAD
MESDAMES GERALD AND STANISLAUS MORAN OF ROEBUCKTHE MANAGING
CLERK OF DRIMMIE'SWETHERUPCOLONEL HAYESMASTIANSKYCITRON
PENROSEAARON FIGATNERMOSES HERZOGMICHAEL E GERAGHTYINSPECTOR
TROYMRS GALBRAITHTHE CONSTABLE OFF ECCLES STREET CORNER
OLD DOCTOR BRADY WITH STETHOSCOPETHE MYSTERY MAN ON THE BEACH
A RETRIEVERMRS MIRIAM DANDRADE AND ALL HER LOVERS.)


THE HUE AND CRY: (HELTERSKELTERPELTERWELTER) He's Bloom! Stop Bloom!



Stopabloom! Stopperrobber! Hi! Hi! Stophim on the corner!

(AT THE CORNER OF BEAVER STREET BENEATH THE SCAFFOLDING BLOOM
PANTING STOPS ON THE FRINGE OF THE NOISY QUARRELLING KNOTA LOT NOT
KNOWING A JOT WHAT HI! HI! ROW AND WRANGLE ROUND THE WHOWHAT
BRAWLALTOGETHER.)

STEPHEN: (WITH ELABORATE GESTURESBREATHING DEEPLY AND SLOWLY) You are
my guests. Uninvited. By virtue of the fifth of George and seventh of
Edward. History to blame. Fabled by mothers of memory.

PRIVATE CARR: (TO CISSY CAFFREY) Was he insulting you?

STEPHEN: Addressed her in vocative feminine. Probably neuter. Ungenitive.

VOICES: Nohe didn't. I seen him. The girl there. He was in Mrs Cohen's.
What's up? Soldier and civilian.

CISSY CAFFREY: I was in company with the soldiers and they left me to
do--you knowand the young man run up behind me. But I'm faithful to the
man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.

STEPHEN: (CATCHES SIGHT OF LYNCH'S AND KITTY'S HEADS) HailSisyphus.
(HE POINTS TO HIMSELF AND THE OTHERS) Poetic. Uropoetic.

VOICES: Shes faithfultheman.

CISSY CAFFREY: Yesto go with him. And me with a soldier friend.

PRIVATE COMPTON: He doesn't half want a thick earthe blighter. Biff him
oneHarry.

PRIVATE CARR: (TO CISSY) Was he insulting you while me and him was
having a piss?

LORD TENNYSON: (GENTLEMAN POET IN UNION JACK BLAZER AND CRICKET FLANNELS
BAREHEADEDFLOWINGBEARDED) Theirs not to reason why.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Biff himHarry.

STEPHEN: (TO PRIVATE COMPTON) I don't know your name but you are quite
right. Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their
shirts. Shirt is synechdoche. Part for the whole.

CISSY CAFFREY: (TO THE CROWD) NoI was with the privates.

STEPHEN: (AMIABLY) Why not? The bold soldier boy. In my opinion every lady
for example ...

PRIVATE CARR: (HIS CAP AWRYADVANCES TO STEPHEN) Sayhow would it be
governorif I was to bash in your jaw?

STEPHEN: (LOOKS UP TO THE SKY) How? Very unpleasant. Noble art of
selfpretence. PersonallyI detest action. (HE WAVES HIS HAND) Hand hurts
me slightly. ENFIN CE SONT VOS OIGNONS. (TO CISSY CAFFREY) Some trouble is
on here. What is it precisely?

DOLLY GRAY: (FROM HER BALCONY WAVES HER HANDKERCHIEFGIVING THE SIGN OF
THE HEROINE OF JERICHO) Rahab. Cook's songoodbye. Safe home to Dolly.
Dream of the girl you left behind and she will dream of you.

(THE SOLDIERS TURN THEIR SWIMMING EYES.)

BLOOM: (ELBOWING THROUGH THE CROWDPLUCKS STEPHEN'S SLEEVE VIGOROUSLY)


Come nowprofessorthat carman is waiting.

STEPHEN: (TURNS) Eh? (HE DISENGAGES HIMSELF) Why should I not speak to him
or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange? (HE
POINTS HIS FINGER) I'm not afraid of what I can talk to if I see his eye.
Retaining the perpendicular.

(HE STAGGERS A PACE BACK)

BLOOM: (PROPPING HIM) Retain your own.

STEPHEN: (LAUGHS EMPTILY) My centre of gravity is displaced. I have
forgotten the trick. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Struggle for
life is the law of existence but but human philirenistsnotably the tsar
and the king of Englandhave invented arbitration. (HE TAPS HIS BROW) But
in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Did you hear what the professor said? He's a professor out
of the college.

CUNTY KATE: I did. I heard that.

BIDDY THE CLAP: He expresses himself with such marked refinement of
phraseology.

CUNTY KATE: Indeedyes. And at the same time with such apposite
trenchancy.

PRIVATE CARR: (PULLS HIMSELF FREE AND COMES FORWARD) What's that you're
saying about my king?

(EDWARD THE SEVENTH APPEARS IN AN ARCHWAY. HE WARS A WHITE
JERSEY ON WHICH AN IMAGE OF THE SACRED HEART IS STITCHED WITH THE
INSIGNIA OF GARTER AND THISTLEGOLDEN FLEECEELEPHANT OF
DENMARKSKINNER'S AND PROBYN'S HORSELINCOLN'S INN BENCHER
AND ANCIENT AND HONOURABLE ARTILLERY COMPANY OF MASSACHUSETTS.
HE SUCKS A RED JUJUBE. HE IS ROBED AS A GRAND ELECT PERFECT AND
SUBLIME MASON WITH TROWEL AND APRONMARKED made in Germany.
IN HIS LEFT HAND HE HOLDS A PLASTERER'S BUCKET ON WHICH IS PRINTED
Defense d'uriner. A ROAR OF WELCOME GREETS HIM.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (SLOWLYSOLEMNLY BUT INDISTINCTLY) Peaceperfect
peace. For identificationbucket in my hand. Cheerioboys. (HE TURNS TO
HIS SUBJECTS) We have come here to witness a clean straight fight and we
heartily wish both men the best of good luck. Mahak makar a bak.

(HE SHAKES HANDS WITH PRIVATE CARRPRIVATE COMPTONSTEPHENBLOOM AND
LYNCH. GENERAL APPLAUSE. EDWARD THE SEVENTH LIFTS HIS BUCKET GRACIOUSLY
IN ACKNOWLEDGMENT.)

PRIVATE CARR: (TO STEPHEN) Say it again.

STEPHEN: (NERVOUSFRIENDLYPULLS HIMSELF UP) I understand your point of
view though I have no king myself for the moment. This is the age of patent
medicines. A discussion is difficult down here. But this is the point.
You die for your country. Suppose. (HE PLACES HIS ARM ON PRIVATE CARR'S
SLEEVE) Not that I wish it for you. But I say: Let my country die for me.
Up to the present it has done so. I didn't want it to die. Damn death.
Long live life!

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (LEVITATES OVER HEAPS OF SLAININ THE GARB AND WITH
THE HALO OF JOKING JESUSA WHITE JUJUBE IN HIS PHOSPHORESCENT FACE)


My methods are new and are causing surprise.

To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes.

STEPHEN: Kings and unicorns! (HE FILLS BACK A PACE) Come somewhere and
we'll ... What was that girl saying? ...


PRIVATE COMPTON: EhHarrygive him a kick in the knackers. Stick one
into Jerry.


BLOOM: (TO THE PRIVATESSOFTLY) He doesn't know what he's saying. Taken a
little more than is good for him. Absinthe. Greeneyed monster. I know him.
He's a gentlemana poet. It's all right.


STEPHEN: (NODSSMILING AND LAUGHING) Gentlemanpatriotscholar and judge of
impostors.


PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a bugger who he is.


PRIVATE COMPTON: We don't give a bugger who he is.


STEPHEN: I seem to annoy them. Green rag to a bull.


(KEVIN EGAN OF PARIS IN BLACK SPANISH TASSELLED SHIRT AND PEEP-O'-DAY
BOY'S HAT SIGNS TO STEPHEN.)


KEVIN EGAN: H'lo! BONJOUR! The VIEILLE OGRESSE with the DENTS JAUNES.


(PATRICE EGAN PEEPS FROM BEHINDHIS RABBITFACE NIBBLING A QUINCE LEAF.)


PATRICE: SOCIALISTE!


DON EMILE PATRIZ1O FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (IN MEDIEVAL HAUBERK
TWO WILD GEESE VOLANT ON HIS HELMWITH NOBLE INDIGNATION POINTS A MAILED
HAND AGAINST THE PRIVATES) Werf those eykes to footbodenbig grand porcos
of johnyellows todos covered of gravy!


BLOOM: (TO STEPHEN) Come home. You'll get into trouble.


STEPHEN: (SWAYING) I don't avoid it. He provokes my intelligence.


BIDDY THE CLAP: One immediately observes that he is of patrician lineage.


THE VIRAGO: Green above the redsays he. Wolfe Tone.


THE BAWD: The red's as good as the green. And better. Up the soldiers!
Up King Edward!


A ROUGH: (LAUGHS) Ay! Hands up to De Wet.


THE CITIZEN: (WITH A HUGE EMERALD MUFFLER AND SHILLELAGHCALLS)


May the God above

Send down a dove

With teeth as sharp as razors

To slit the throats

Of the English dogs

That hanged our Irish leaders.

THE CROPPY BOY: (THE ROPENOOSE ROUND HIS NECKGRIPES IN HIS ISSUING
BOWELS WITH BOTH HANDS)


I bear no hate to a living thing
But I love my country beyond the king.


RUMBOLDDEMON BARBER: (ACCOMPANIED BY TWO BLACKMASKED ASSISTANTS
ADVANCES WITH GLADSTONE BAG WHICH HE OPENS) Ladies and gentscleaver
purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg. Knife with which Voisin dismembered
the wife of a compatriot and hid remains in a sheet in the cellarthe
unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear. Phial containing
arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the
gallows.

(HE JERKS THE ROPE. THE ASSISTANTS LEAP AT THE VICTIM'S LEGS AND DRAG
HIM DOWNWARDGRUNTING THE CROPPY BOY'S TONGUE PROTRUDES
VIOLENTLY.)

THE CROPPY BOY:

Horhot ho hray hor hother's hest.

(HE GIVES UP THE GHOST. A VIOLENT ERECTION OF THE HANGED SENDS GOUTS
OF SPERM SPOUTING THROUGH HIS DEATHCLOTHES ON TO THE COBBLESTONES.
MRS BELLINGHAMMRS YELVERTON BARRY AND THE HONOURABLE MRS
MERVYN TALBOYS RUSH FORWARD WITH THEIR HANDKERCHIEFS TO SOP IT UP.)


RUMBOLD: I'm near it myself. (HE UNDOES THE NOOSE) Rope which hanged the
awful rebel. Ten shillings a time. As applied to Her Royal Highness.
(HE PLUNGES HIS HEAD INTO THE GAPING BELLY OF THE HANGED AND DRAWS OUT HIS
HEAD AGAIN CLOTTED WITH COILED AND SMOKING ENTRAILS) My painful duty has
now been done. God save the king!


EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (DANCES SLOWLYSOLEMNLYRATTLING HIS BUCKETAND
SINGS WITH SOFT CONTENTMENT)


On coronation dayon coronation day
Owon't we have a merry time
Drinking whiskybeer and wine!


PRIVATE CARR: Here. What are you saying about my king?


STEPHEN: (THROWS UP HIS HANDS) Othis is too monotonous! Nothing.
He wants my money and my lifethough want must be his masterfor some
brutish empire of his. Money I haven't. (HE SEARCHES HIS POCKETS VAGUELY)
GAVE IT TO SOMEONE.


PRIVATE CARR: Who wants your bleeding money?


STEPHEN: (TRIES TO MOVE OFF) Will someone tell me where I am least likely
to meet these necessary evils? CA SE VOIT AUSSI A PARIS. Not that
I ... Butby Saint Patrick ...!


(THE WOMEN'S HEADS COALESCE. OLD GUMMY GRANNY IN SUGARLOAF
HAT APPEARS SEATED ON A TOADSTOOLTHE DEATHFLOWER OF THE POTATO
BLIGHT ON HER BREAST.)


STEPHEN: Aha! I know yougammer! Hamletrevenge! The old sow that eats
her farrow!


OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (ROCKING TO AND FRO) Ireland's sweetheartthe king of



Spain's daughteralanna. Strangers in my housebad manners to them!
(SHE KEENS WITH BANSHEE WOE) Ochone! Ochone! Silk of the kine! (SHE WAILS)
You met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand?


STEPHEN: How do I stand you? The hat trick! Where's the third person of
the Blessed Trinity? Soggarth Aroon? The reverend Carrion Crow.


CISSY CAFFREY: (SHRILL) Stop them from fighting!


A ROUGH: Our men retreated.


PRIVATE CARR: (TUGGING AT HIS BELT) I'll wring the neck of any fucker says
a word against my fucking king.


BLOOM: (TERRIFIED) He said nothing. Not a word. A pure misunderstanding.


THE CITIZEN: ERIN GO BRAGH!


(MAJOR TWEEDY AND THE CITIZEN EXHIBIT TO EACH OTHER MEDALS
DECORATIONSTROPHIES OF WARWOUNDS. BOTH SALUTE WITH FIERCE HOSTILITY.)


PRIVATE COMPTON: Go itHarry. Do him one in the eye. He's a proboer.


STEPHEN: Did I? When?


BLOOM: (TO THE REDCOATS) We fought for you in South AfricaIrish missile
troops. Isn't that history? Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Honoured by our
monarch.


THE NAVVY: (STAGGERING PAST) Oyes! O Godyes! Omake the kwawr a
krowawr! O! Bo!


(CASQUED HALBERDIERS IN ARMOUR THRUST FORWARD A PENTICE OF GUTTED
SPEARPOINTS. MAJOR TWEEDYMOUSTACHED LIKE TURKO THE TERRIBLEIN
BEARSKIN CAP WITH HACKLEPLUME AND ACCOUTREMENTSWITH EPAULETTES
GILT CHEVRONS AND SABRETACHESHIS BREAST BRIGHT WITH MEDALSTOES
THE LINE. HE GIVES THE PILGRIM WARRIOR'S SIGN OF THE KNIGHTS
TEMPLARS.)


MAJOR TWEEDY: (GROWLS GRUFFLY) Rorke's Drift! Upguardsand at them!
Mahar shalal hashbaz.


PRIVATE CARR: I'll do him in.


PRIVATE COMPTON: (WAVES THE CROWD BACK) Fair playhere. Make a bleeding
butcher's shop of the bugger.


(MASSED BANDS BLARE Garryowen AND God save the king.)


CISSY CAFFREY: They're going to fight. For me!


CUNTY KATE: The brave and the fair.


BIDDY THE CLAP: Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the best.


CUNTY KATE: (BLUSHING DEEPLY) Naymadam. The gules doublet and merry
saint George for me!


STEPHEN:


The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet.



PRIVATE CARR: (LOOSENING HIS BELTSHOUTS) I'll wring the neck of any
fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.

BLOOM: (SHAKES CISSY CAFFREY'S SHOULDERS) Speakyou! Are you struck dumb?
You are the link between nations and generations. Speakwomansacred
lifegiver!

CISSY CAFFREY: (ALARMEDSEIZES PRIVATE CARR'S SLEEVE) Amn't I with you?
Amn't I your girl? Cissy's your girl. (SHE CRIES) Police!

STEPHEN: (ECSTATICALLYTO CISSY CAFFREY)

White thy famblesred thy gan
And thy quarrons dainty is.


VOICES: Police!

DISTANT VOICES: Dublin's burning! Dublin's burning! On fireon fire!

(BRIMSTONE FIRES SPRING UP. DENSE CLOUDS ROLL PAST. HEAVY GATLING
GUNS BOOM. PANDEMONIUM. TROOPS DEPLOY. GALLOP OF HOOFS.
ARTILLERY. HOARSE COMMANDS. BELLS CLANG. BACKERS SHOUT. DRUNKARDS
BAWL. WHORES SCREECH. FOGHORNS HOOT. CRIES OF VALOUR. SHRIEKS OF
DYING. PIKES CLASH ON CUIRASSES. THIEVES ROB THE SLAIN. BIRDS OF PREY
WINGING FROM THE SEARISING FROM MARSHLANDSSWOOPING FROM
EYRIESHOVER SCREAMINGGANNETSCORMORANTSVULTURESGOSHAWKS
CLIMBING WOODCOCKSPEREGRINESMERLINSBLACKGROUSESEA EAGLES
GULLSALBATROSSESBARNACLE GEESE. THE MIDNIGHT SUN IS DARKENED.
THE EARTH TREMBLES. THE DEAD OF DUBLIN FROM PROSPECT AND MOUNT
JEROME IN WHITE SHEEPSKIN OVERCOATS AND BLACK GOATFELL CLOAKS ARISE
AND APPEAR TO MANY. A CHASM OPENS WITH A NOISELESS YAWN. TOM
ROCHFORDWINNERIN ATHLETE'S SINGLET AND BREECHESARRIVES AT THE
HEAD OF THE NATIONAL HURDLE HANDICAP AND LEAPS INTO THE VOID. HE IS
FOLLOWED BY A RACE OF RUNNERS AND LEAPERS. IN WILD ATTITUDES THEY
SPRING FROM THE BRINK. THEIR BODIES PLUNGE. FACTORY LASSES WITH
FANCY CLOTHES TOSS REDHOT YORKSHIRE BARAABOMBS. SOCIETY LADIES LIFT
THEIR SKIRTS ABOVE THEIR HEADS TO PROTECT THEMSELVES. LAUGHING
WITCHES IN RED CUTTY SARKS RIDE THROUGH THE AIR ON BROOMSTICKS.
QUAKERLYSTER PLASTERS BLISTERS. IT RAINS DRAGONS' TEETH. ARMED HEROES
SPRING UP FROM FURROWS. THEY EXCHANGE IN AMITY THE PASS OF KNIGHTS
OF THE RED CROSS AND FIGHT DUELS WITH CAVALRY SABRES: WOLFE TONE
AGAINST HENRY GRATTANSMITH O'BRIEN AGAINST DANIEL O'CONNELL
MICHAEL DAVITT AGAINST ISAAC BUTTJUSTIN M'CARTHY AGAINST PARNELL
ARTHUR GRIFFITH AGAINST JOHN REDMONDJOHN O'LEARY AGAINST LEAR
O'JOHNNYLORD EDWARD FITZGERALD AGAINST LORD GERALD
FITZEDWARDTHE O'DONOGHUE OF THE GLENS AGAINST THE GLENS OF
THE O'DONOGHUE. ON AN EMINENCETHE CENTRE OF THE EARTHRISES THE
FELDALTAR OF SAINT BARBARA. BLACK CANDLES RISE FROM ITS GOSPEL AND
EPISTLE HORNS. FROM THE HIGH BARBACANS OF THE TOWER TWO SHAFTS OF
LIGHT FALL ON THE SMOKEPALLED ALTARSTONE. ON THE ALTARSTONE MRS MINA
PUREFOYGODDESS OF UNREASONLIESNAKEDFETTEREDA CHALICE RESTING
ON HER SWOLLEN BELLY. FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN IN A LACE PETTICOAT
AND REVERSED CHASUBLEHIS TWO LEFT FEET BACK TO THE FRONTCELEBRATES
CAMP MASS. THE REVEREND MR HUGH C HAINES LOVE M. A. IN A
PLAIN CASSOCK AND MORTARBOARDHIS HEAD AND COLLAR BACK TO THE
FRONTHOLDS OVER THE CELEBRANT'S HEAD AN OPEN UMBRELLA.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: INTROIBO AD ALTARE DIABOLI.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: To the devil which hath made glad my young
days.


FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (TAKES FROM THE CHALICE AND ELEVATES A
BLOODDRIPPING HOST) CORPUS MEUM.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (RAISES HIGH BEHIND THE CELEBRANT'S
PETTICOATREVEALING HIS GREY BARE HAIRY BUTTOCKS BETWEEN WHICH A CARROT
IS STUCK) My body.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof
Aiulella!

(FROM ON HIGH THE VOICE OF ADONAI CALLS.)

ADONAI: Dooooooooooog!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Alleluiafor the Lord God Omnipotent
reigneth!

(FROM ON HIGH THE VOICE OF ADONAI CALLS.)

ADONAI: Goooooooooood!

(IN STRIDENT DISCORD PEASANTS AND TOWNSMEN OF ORANGE AND GREEN
FACTIONS SING Kick the Pope AND Dailydaily sing to Mary.)

PRIVATE CARR: (WITH FEROCIOUS ARTICULATION) I'll do him inso help me
fucking Christ! I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking
windpipe!

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (THRUSTS A DAGGER TOWARDS STEPHEN'S HAND) Remove him
acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and Ireland will be free.
(SHE PRAYS) O good Godtake him!

(THE RETRIEVERNOSING ON THE FRINGE OF THE CROWDBARKS NOISILY.)

BLOOM: (RUNS TO LYNCH) Can't you get him away?

LYNCH: He likes dialecticthe universal language. Kitty! (TO BLOOM)
Get him awayyou. He won't listen to me.

(HE DRAGS KITTY AWAY.)

STEPHEN: (POINTS) EXIT JUDAS. ET LAQUEO SE SUSPENDIT.

BLOOM: (RUNS TO STEPHEN) Come along with me now before worse happens.
Here's your stick.

STEPHEN: Stickno. Reason. This feast of pure reason.

CISSY CAFFREY: (PULLING PRIVATE CARR) Come onyou're boosed. He insulted
me but I forgive him. (SHOUTING IN HIS EAR) I forgive him for insulting me.

BLOOM: (OVER STEPHEN'S SHOULDER) Yesgo. You see he's incapable.

PRIVATE CARR: (BREAKS LOOSE) I'll insult him.

(HE RUSHES TOWARDS STEPHENFIST OUTSTRETCHEDAND STRIKES HIM IN
THE FACE. STEPHEN TOTTERSCOLLAPSESFALLSSTUNNED. HE LIES PRONEHIS
FACE TO THE SKYHIS HAT ROLLING TO THE WALL. BLOOM FOLLOWS AND PICKS IT
UP.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (LOUDLY) Carbine in bucket! Cease fire! Salute!

THE RETRIEVER: (BARKING FURIOUSLY) Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute.


THE CROWD: Let him up! Don't strike him when he's down! Air! Who? The
soldier hit him. He's a professor. Is he hurted? Don't manhandle him! He's
fainted!

A HAG: What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under the

influence. Let them go and fight the Boers!
THE BAWD: Listen to who's talking! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with
his girl? He gave him the coward's blow.


(THEY GRAB AT EACH OTHER'S HAIRCLAW AT EACH OTHER AND SPIT)
THE RETRIEVER: (BARKING) Wow wow wow.
BLOOM: (SHOVES THEM BACKLOUDLY) Get backstand back!
PRIVATE COMPTON: (TUGGING HIS COMRADE) Here. Bugger offHarry.


Here's the cops!
(TWO RAINCAPED WATCHTALLSTAND IN THE GROUP.)
FIRST WATCH: What's wrong here?
PRIVATE COMPTON: We were with this lady. And he insulted us. And assaulted


my chum. (THE RETRIEVER BARKS) Who owns the bleeding tyke?
CISSY CAFFREY: (WITH EXPECTATION) Is he bleeding!
A MAN: (RISING FROM HIS KNEES) No. Gone off. He'll come to all right.
BLOOM: (GLANCES SHARPLY AT THE MAN) Leave him to me. I can easily ...
SECOND WATCH: Who are you? Do you know him?
PRIVATE CARR: (LURCHES TOWARDS THE WATCH) He insulted my lady friend.
BLOOM: (ANGRILY) You hit him without provocation. I'm a witness.


Constabletake his regimental number.
SECOND WATCH: I don't want your instructions in the discharge of my duty.
PRIVATE COMPTON: (PULLING HIS COMRADE) Herebugger off Harry. Or


Bennett'll shove you in the lockup.


PRIVATE CARR: (STAGGERING AS HE IS PULLED AWAY) God fuck old Bennett.
He's a whitearsed bugger. I don't give a shit for him.
FIRST WATCH: (TAKES OUT HIS NOTEBOOK) What's his name?
BLOOM: (PEERING OVER THE CROWD) I just see a car there. If you give me a


hand a secondsergeant ...
FIRST WATCH: Name and address.
(CORNY KELLEKERWEEPERS ROUND HIS HATA DEATH WREATH IN HIS HAND


APPEARS AMONG THE BYSTANDERS.)


BLOOM: (QUICKLY) Othe very man! (HE WHISPERS) Simon Dedalus' son. A bit
sprung. Get those policemen to move those loafers back.
SECOND WATCH: NightMr Kelleher.
CORNY KELLEHER: (TO THE WATCHWITH DRAWLING EYE) That's all right.



I know him. Won a bit on the races. Gold cup. Throwaway. (HE LAUGHS)
Twenty to one. Do you follow me?


FIRST WATCH: (TURNS TO THE CROWD) Herewhat are you all gaping at?
Move on out of that.


(THE CROWD DISPERSES SLOWLYMUTTERINGDOWN THE LANE.)


CORNY KELLEHER: Leave it to mesergeant. That'll be all right.
(HE LAUGHSSHAKING HIS HEAD) We were often as bad ourselvesay or worse.
What? Ehwhat?


FIRST WATCH: (LAUGHS) I suppose so.


CORNY KELLEHER: (NUDGES THE SECOND WATCH) Come and wipe your name off the
slate. (HE LILTSWAGGING HIS HEAD) With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom
tooraloom. Whatehdo you follow me?


SECOND WATCH: (GENIALLY) Ahsure we were too.


CORNY KELLEHER: (WINKING) Boys will be boys. I've a car round there.


SECOND WATCH: All rightMr Kelleher. Good night.


CORNY KELLEHER: I'll see to that.


BLOOM: (SHAKES HANDS WITH BOTH OF THE WATCH IN TURN) Thank you very much
gentlemen. Thank you. (HE MUMBLES CONFIDENTIALLY) We don't want any
scandalyou understand. Father is a wellknown highly respected citizen.
Just a little wild oatsyou understand.


FIRST WATCH: O. I understandsir.


SECOND WATCH: That's all rightsir.


FIRST WATCH: It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report
it at the station.


BLOOM: (NODS RAPIDLY) Naturally. Quite right. Only your bounden duty.


SECOND WATCH: It's our duty.


CORNY KELLEHER: Good nightmen.


THE WATCH: (SALUTING TOGETHER) Nightgentlemen. (THEY MOVE OFF WITH
SLOW HEAVY TREAD)


BLOOM: (BLOWS) Providential you came on the scene. You have a car? ...


CORNY KELLEHER: (LAUGHSPOINTING HIS THUMB OVER HIS RIGHT SHOULDER TO THE
CAR BROUGHT UP AGAINST THE SCAFFOLDING) Two commercials that were standing
fizz in Jammet's. Like princesfaith. One of them lost two quid on the
race. Drowning his grief. And were on for a go with the jolly girls.
So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown.


BLOOM: I was just going home by Gardiner street when I happened to ...


CORNY KELLEHER: (LAUGHS) Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots.
Noby Godsays I. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself.
(HE LAUGHS AGAIN AND LEERS WITH LACKLUSTRE EYE) Thanks be to God we have
it in the housewhatehdo you follow me? Hahhahhah!


BLOOM: (TRIES TO LAUGH) Hehehe! Yes. Matter of fact I was just visiting
an old friend of mine thereViragyou don't know him (poor fellowhe's



laid up for the past week) and we had a liquor together and I was just
making my way home ...

(THE HORSE NEIGHS.)

THE HORSE: Hohohohohohoh! Hohohohome!

CORNY KELLEHER: Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we
left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told him to pull up and got
off to see. (HE LAUGHS) Sober hearsedrivers a speciality. Will I give him
a lift home? Where does he hang out? Somewhere in Cabrawhat?

BLOOM: Noin SandycoveI believefrom what he let drop.

(STEPHENPRONEBREATHES TO THE STARS. CORNY KELLEHERASQUINT
DRAWLS AT THE HORSE. BLOOMIN GLOOMLOOMS DOWN.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (SCRATCHES HIS NAPE) Sandycove! (HE BENDS DOWN AND CALLS
TO STEPHEN) Eh! (HE CALLS AGAIN) Eh! He's covered with shavings anyhow.
Take care they didn't lift anything off him.

BLOOM: Nonono. I have his money and his hat here and stick.

CORNY KELLEHER: Ahwellhe'll get over it. No bones broken. WellI'll
shove along. (HE LAUGHS) I've a rendezvous in the morning. Burying the
dead. Safe home!

THE HORSE: (NEIGHS) Hohohohohome.

BLOOM: Good night. I'll just wait and take him along in a few ...

(CORNY KELLEHER RETURNS TO THE OUTSIDE CAR AND MOUNTS IT. THE
HORSE HARNESS JINGLES.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (FROM THE CARSTANDING) Night.

BLOOM: Night.

(THE JARVEY CHUCKS THE REINS AND RAISES HIS WHIP ENCOURAGINGLY.
THE CAR AND HORSE BACK SLOWLYAWKWARDLYAND TURN. CORNY
KELLEHER ON THE SIDESEAT SWAYS HIS HEAD TO AND FRO IN SIGN OF MIRTH AT
BLOOM'S PLIGHT. THE JARVEY JOINS IN THE MUTE PANTOMIMIC MERRIMENT
NODDING FROM THE FARTHER SEAT. BLOOM SHAKES HIS HEAD IN MUTE
MIRTHFUL REPLY. WITH THUMB AND PALM CORNY KELLEHER REASSURES THAT
THE TWO BOBBIES WILL ALLOW THE SLEEP TO CONTINUE FOR WHAT ELSE IS TO BE
DONE. WITH A SLOW NOD BLOOM CONVEYS HIS GRATITUDE AS THAT IS
EXACTLY WHAT STEPHEN NEEDS. THE CAR JINGLES TOORALOOM ROUND THE
CORNER OF THE TOORALOOM LANE. CORNY KELLEHER AGAIN REASSURALOOMS
WITH HIS HAND. BLOOM WITH HIS HAND ASSURALOOMS CORNY KELLEHER
THAT HE IS REASSURALOOMTAY. THE TINKLING HOOFS AND JINGLING HARNESS
GROW FAINTER WITH THEIR TOORALOOLOO LOOLOO LAY. BLOOMHOLDING IN
HIS HAND STEPHEN'S HATFESTOONED WITH SHAVINGSAND ASHPLANT
STANDS IRRESOLUTE. THEN HE BENDS TO HIM AND SHAKES HIM BY THE
SHOULDER.)

BLOOM: Eh! Ho! (THERE IS NO ANSWER; HE BENDS AGAIN) Mr Dedalus! (THERE IS
NO ANSWER) The name if you call. Somnambulist. (HE BENDS AGAIN AND
HESITATINGBRINGS HIS MOUTH NEAR THE FACE OF THE PROSTRATE FORM) Stephen!
(THERE IS NO ANSWER. HE CALLS AGAIN.) Stephen!

STEPHEN: (GROANS) Who? Black panther. Vampire. (HE SIGHS AND STRETCHES
HIMSELFTHEN MURMURS THICKLY WITH PROLONGED VOWELS)


Who ... drive... Fergus now
And pierce ... wood's woven shade? ...


(HE TURNS ON HIS LEFT SIDESIGHINGDOUBLING HIMSELF TOGETHER.)

BLOOM: Poetry. Well educated. Pity. (HE BENDS AGAIN AND UNDOES THE BUTTONS
OF STEPHEN'S WAISTCOAT) To breathe. (HE BRUSHES THE WOODSHAVINGS FROM
STEPHEN'S CLOTHES WITH LIGHT HAND AND FINGERS) One pound seven. Not hurt
anyhow. (HE LISTENS) What?

STEPHEN: (MURMURS)

... shadows ... the woods
... white breast... dim sea.


(HE STRETCHES OUT HIS ARMSSIGHS AGAIN AND CURLS HIS BODY. BLOOM
HOLDING THE HAT AND ASHPLANTSTANDS ERECT. A DOG BARKS IN THE
DISTANCE. BLOOM TIGHTENS AND LOOSENS HIS GRIP ON THE ASHPLANT. HE
LOOKS DOWN ON STEPHEN'S FACE AND FORM.)

BLOOM: (COMMUNES WITH THE NIGHT) Face reminds me of his poor mother. In the
shady wood. The deep white breast. FergusonI think I caught. A girl.
Some girl. Best thing could happen him. (HE MURMURS) ... swear that I will
always hailever concealnever revealany part or partsart or
arts ... (HE MURMURS) ... in the rough sands of the sea ... a cabletow's
length from the shore ... where the tide ebbs ... and flows ...

(SILENTTHOUGHTFULALERT HE STANDS ON GUARDHIS FINGERS AT HIS LIPS IN
THE ATTITUDE OF SECRET MASTER. AGAINST THE DARK WALL A FIGURE APPEARS
SLOWLYA FAIRY BOY OF ELEVENA CHANGELINGKIDNAPPEDDRESSED IN AN
ETON SUIT WITH GLASS SHOES AND A LITTLE BRONZE HELMETHOLDING A BOOK
IN HIS HAND. HE READS FROM RIGHT TO LEFT INAUDIBLYSMILINGKISSING
THE PAGE.)

BLOOM: (WONDERSTRUCKCALLS INAUDIBLY) Rudy!

RUDY: (GAZESUNSEEINGINTO BLOOM'S EYES AND GOES ON READINGKISSING
SMILING. HE HAS A DELICATE MAUVE FACE. ON HIS SUIT HE HAS DIAMOND AND RUBY
BUTTONS. IN HIS FREE LEFT HAND HE HOLDS A SLIM IVORY CANE WITH A VIOLET
BOWKNOT. A WHITE LAMBKIN PEEPS OUT OF HIS WAISTCOAT POCKET.)

-- III --

Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk
of the shavings and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him
up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he very badly needed.
His (Stephen's) mind was not exactly what you would call wandering but a
bit unsteady and on his expressed desire for some beverage to drink Mr
Bloom in view of the hour it was and there being no pump of Vartry water
available for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an
expedient by suggestingoff the reelthe propriety of the cabman's
shelteras it was calledhardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge
where they might hit upon some drinkables in the shape of a milk and
soda or a mineral. But how to get there was the rub. For the nonce he was
rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the duty plainly devolved upon him to
take some measures on the subject he pondered suitable ways and means during
which Stephen repeatedly yawned. So far as he could see he was rather pale
in the face so that it occurred to him as highly advisable to get a conveyance
of some description which would answer in their then conditionboth of
them being e.d.edparticularly Stephenalways assuming that there was


such a thing to be found. Accordingly after a few such preliminaries as
brushingin spite of his having forgotten to take up his rather soapsuddy
handkerchief after it had done yeoman service in the shaving linethey both
walked together along Beaver street ormore properlylane as far as the
farrier's and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of the livery stables at the
corner of Montgomery street where they made tracks to the left from thence
debouching into Amiens street round by the corner of Dan Bergin's. But as
he confidently anticipated there was not a sign of a Jehu plying for hire
anywhere to be seen except a fourwheelerprobably engaged by some
fellows inside on the spreeoutside the North Star hotel and there was no
symptom of its budging a quarter of an inch when Mr Bloomwho was
anything but a professional whistlerendeavoured to hail it by emitting a
kind of a whistleholding his arms arched over his headtwice.

This was a quandary butbringing common sense to bear on it
evidently there was nothing for it but.put a good face on the matter and foot
it which they accordingly did. Sobevelling around by Mullett's and the
Signal House which they shortly reachedthey proceeded perforce in the
direction of Amiens street railway terminusMr Bloom being handicapped
by the circumstance that one of the back buttons of his trousers hadto vary
the timehonoured adagegone the way of all buttons thoughentering
thoroughly into the spirit of the thinghe heroically made light of the
mischance. So as neither of them were particularly pressed for timeas it
happenedand the temperature refreshing since it cleared up after the recent
visitation of Jupiter Pluviusthey dandered along past by where the empty
vehicle was waiting without a fare or a jarvey. As it so happened a Dublin
United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to be returning and
the elder man recounted to his companion A PROPOS of the incident his own
truly miraculous escape of some little while back. They passed the main
entrance of the Great Northern railway stationthe starting point for
Belfastwhere of course all traffic was suspended at that late hour and
passing the backdoor of the morgue (a not very enticing localitynot to say
gruesome to a degreemore especially at night) ultimately gained the Dock
Tavern and in due course turned into Store streetfamous for its
C division police station. Between this point and the high at present unlit
warehouses of Beresford place Stephen thought to think of Ibsen
associated with Baird's the stonecutter's in his mind somehow in Talbot
placefirst turning on the rightwhile the other who was acting as his FIDUS
ACHATES inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city
bakerysituated quite close to where they werethe very palatable odour
indeed of our daily breadof all commodities of the public the primary and
most indispensable. Breadthe staff of lifeearn your breadO tell me where
is fancy breadat Rourke's the baker's it is said.

EN ROUTE to his taciturn andnot to put too fine a point on itnot yet
perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom who at all events was in complete
possession of his facultiesnever more soin fact disgustingly soberspoke
a word of caution re the dangers of nighttownwomen of ill fame and swell
mobsmenwhichbarely permissible once in a while though not as a
habitual practicewas of the nature of a regular deathtrap for young
fellows of his age particularly if they had acquired drinking habits under
the influence of liquor unless you knew a little jiujitsu for every
contingency as even a fellow on the broad of his back could administer
a nasty kick if you didn't look out. Highly providential was the
appearance on the scene of Corny Kelleher when Stephen was blissfully
unconscious but for that man in the gap turning up at the eleventh hour
the finis might have been that he might have been a candidate for the
accident ward orfailing thatthe bridewell and an appearance in
the court next day before Mr Tobias orhe being the solicitor rather
old Wallhe meant to sayor Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a
chap when it got bruited about. The reason he mentioned the fact was
that a lot of those policemenwhom he cordially dislikedwere
admittedly unscrupulous in the service of the Crown andas Mr Bloom
put itrecalling a case or two in the A division in Clanbrassil


streetprepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. Never on the spot
when wanted but in quiet parts of the cityPembroke road for examplethe
guardians of the law were well in evidencethe obvious reason being they
were paid to protect the upper classes. Another thing he commented on was
equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any description liable to go
off at any time which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians
should by any chance they fall out over anything. You frittered away your
timehe very sensibly maintainedand health and also character besides
whichthe squandermania of the thingfast women of the DEMIMONDE ran
away with a lot of l.s.d. into the bargain and the greatest danger of all was
who you got drunk with thoughtouching the much vexed question of
stimulantshe relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both
nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues (notably a
good burgundy which he was a staunch believer in) still never beyond a
certain point where he invariably drew the line as it simply led to trouble
all round to say nothing of your being at the tender mercy of others
practically. Most of all he commented adversely on the desertion of Stephen
by all his pubhunting CONFRERES but onea most glaring piece of ratting on
the part of his brother medicos under all the circs.

--And that one was JudasStephen saidwho up to then had said nothing
whatsoever of any kind.

Discussing these and kindred topics they made a beeline across the
back of the Customhouse and passed under the Loop Line bridge where a
brazier of coke burning in front of a sentrybox or something like one
attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Stephen of his own accord stopped
for no special reason to look at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the
light emanating from the brazier he could just make out the darker figure of
the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the sentrybox. He began to
remember that this had happened or had been mentioned as having
happened before but it cost him no small effort before he remembered that
he recognised in the sentry a quondam friend of his father'sGumley. To
avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the pillars of the railway bridge.

--Someone saluted youMr Bloom said.

A figure of middle height on the prowl evidently under the arches
saluted againcalling:

--NIGHT!

Stephen of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return the
compliment. Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuch
as he always believed in minding his own business moved off but
nevertheless remained on the QUI VIVE with just a shade of anxiety though
not funkyish in the least. Though unusual in the Dublin area he knew that
it was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had next to nothing
to live on to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable
pedestrians by placing a pistol at their head in some secluded spot outside
the city properfamished loiterers of the Thames embankment category
they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp
with whatever boodle they could in one fell swoop at a moment's notice
your money or your lifeleaving you there to point a moralgagged and
garrotted.

Stephenthat is when the accosting figure came to close quarters
though he was not in an over sober state himself recognised Corley's breath
redolent of rotten cornjuice. Lord John Corley some called him and his
genealogy came about in this wise. He was the eldest son of inspector
Corley of the G divisionlately deceasedwho had married a certain
Katherine Brophythe daughter of a Louth farmer. His grandfather
Patrick Michael Corley of New Ross had married the widow of a publican
there whose maiden name had been Katherine (also) Talbot. Rumour had it


(though not proved) that she descended from the house of the lords Talbot
de Malahide in whose mansionreally an unquestionably fine residence of
its kind and well worth seeingher mother or aunt or some relativea
womanas the tale wentof extreme beautyhad enjoyed the distinction of
being in service in the washkitchen. This therefore was the reason why the
still comparatively young though dissolute man who now addressed
Stephen was spoken of by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John
Corley.

Taking Stephen on one side he had the customary doleful ditty to tell.
Not as much as a farthing to purchase a night's lodgings. His friends had
all deserted him. Furthermore he had a row with Lenehan and called him to
Stephen a mean bloody swab with a sprinkling of a number of other
uncalledfor expressions. He was out of a job and implored of Stephen to
tell him where on God's earth he could get somethinganything at allto do.
Noit was the daughter of the mother in the washkitchen that was
fostersister to the heir of the house or else they were connected through the
mother in some wayboth occurrences happening at the same time if the
whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish. Anyhow he
was all in.

--I wouldn't ask you onlypursued heon my solemn oath and God knows
I'm on the rocks.

--There'll be a job tomorrow or next dayStephen told himin a boys'
school at Dalkey for a gentleman usher. Mr Garrett Deasy. Try it. You may
mention my name.

--AhGodCorley repliedsure I couldn't teach in a schoolman. I was
never one of your bright oneshe added with a half laugh. I got stuck twice
in the junior at the christian brothers.

--I have no place to sleep myselfStephen informed him.

Corley at the first go-off was inclined to suspect it was something to
do with Stephen being fired out of his digs for bringing in a bloody tart off
the street. There was a dosshouse in Marlborough streetMrs Maloney's
but it was only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but M'Conachie told
him you got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern
street (which was distantly suggestive to the person addressed of friar
Bacon) for a bob. He was starving too though he hadn't said a word about it.

Though this sort of thing went on every other night or very near it
still Stephen's feelings got the better of him in a sense though he knew that
Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a par with the others was hardly deserving
of much credence. However HAUD IGNARUS MALORUM MISERIS SUCCURRERE DISCO
etcetera as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have it he got
paid his screw after every middle of the month on the sixteenth which was
the date of the month as a matter of fact though a good bit of the
wherewithal was demolished. But the cream of the joke was nothing would
get it out of Corley's head that he was living in affluence and hadn't a thing
to do but hand out the needful. Whereas. He put his hand in a pocket
anyhow not with the idea of finding any food there but thinking he might
lend him anything up to a bob or so in lieu so that he might endeavour at all
events and get sufficient to eat but the result was in the negative forto
his chagrinhe found his cash missing. A few broken biscuits were all the
result of his investigation. He tried his hardest to recollect for the moment
whether he had lost as well he might have or left because in that
contingency it was not a pleasant lookoutvery much the reverse in fact. He
was altogether too fagged out to institute a thorough search though he tried
to recollect. About biscuits he dimly remembered. Who now exactly gave
them he wondered or where was or did he buy. However in another pocket
he came across what he surmised in the dark were pennieserroneously
howeveras it turned out.


--Those are halfcrownsmanCorley corrected him.

And so in point of fact they turned out to be. Stephen anyhow lent
him one of them.

--ThanksCorley answeredyou're a gentleman. I'll pay you back one
time. Who's that with you? I saw him a few times in the Bleeding Horse in
Camden street with Boylanthe billsticker. You might put in a good word
for us to get me taken on there. I'd carry a sandwichboard only the girl in
the office told me they're full up for the next three weeksman. Godyou've
to book aheadmanyou'd think it was for the Carl Rosa. I don't give a
shite anyway so long as I get a jobeven as a crossing sweeper.

Subsequently being not quite so down in the mouth after the two and
six he got he informed Stephen about a fellow by the name of Bags
Comisky that he said Stephen knew well out of Fullam'sthe
shipchandler'sbookkeeper there that used to be often round in Nagle's
back with O'Mara and a little chap with a stutter the name of Tighe.
Anyhow he was lagged the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk
and disorderly and refusing to go with the constable.

Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the
cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of the corporation
watchman's sentrybox who evidently a glutton for workit struck himwas
having a quiet forty winks for all intents and purposes on his own private
account while Dublin slept. He threw an odd eye at the same time now and
then at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if he
had seen that nobleman somewhere or other though where he was not in a
position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. Being a
levelheaded individual who could give points to not a few in point of shrewd
observation he also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy
wearing apparel generally testifying to a chronic impecuniosity. Palpably he
was one of his hangerson but for the matter of that it was merely a question
of one preying on his nextdoor neighbour all roundin every deepso to put
ita deeper depth and for the matter of that if the man in the street chanced
to be in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the option of a fine
would be a very rara avis altogether. In any case he had a consummate
amount of cool assurance intercepting people at that hour of the night or
morning. Pretty thick that was certainly.

The pair parted company and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom whowith
his practised eyewas not without perceiving that he had succumbed to the
blandiloquence of the other parasite. Alluding to the encounter he said
laughinglyStephenthat is:

--He is down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named
Boylana billstickerto give him a job as a sandwichman.

At this intelligencein which he seemingly evinced little interestMr
Bloom gazed abstractedly for the space of a half a second or so in the
direction of a bucketdredgerrejoicing in the farfamed name of Eblana
moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly out of repair
whereupon he observed evasively:

--Everybody gets their own ration of luckthey say. Now you mention it
his face was familiar to me. Butleaving that for the momenthow much did
you part withhe queriedif I am not too inquisitive?

--Half a crownStephen responded. I daresay he needs it to sleep
somewhere.


--Needs! Mr Bloom ejaculatedprofessing not the least surprise at the
intelligenceI can quite credit the assertion and I guarantee he invariably
does. Everyone according to his needs or everyone according to his deeds.
Buttalking about things in generalwhereadded he with a smilewill you
sleep yourself? Walking to Sandycove is out of the question. And even
supposing you did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row
station. Simply fag out there for nothing. I don't mean to presume to dictate
to you in the slightest degree but why did you leave your father's house?

--To seek misfortunewas Stephen's answer.

--I met your respected father on a recent occasionMr Bloom
diplomatically returnedtoday in factor to be strictly accurateon
yesterday. Where does he live at present? I gathered in the course of
conversation that he had moved.

--I believe he is in Dublin somewhereStephen answered unconcernedly.
Why?

--A gifted manMr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus seniorin more respects than
one and a born RACONTEUR if ever there was one. He takes great pridequite
legitimateout of you. You could go back perhapshe hasardedstill
thinking of the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row terminus when it
was perfectly evident that the other twoMulliganthat isand that English
tourist friend of hiswho eventually euchred their third companionwere
patently trying as if the whole bally station belonged to them to give
Stephen the slip in the confusionwhich they did.

There was no response forthcoming to the suggestion howeversuch
as it wasStephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his
family hearth the last time he saw it with his sister Dilly sitting by the
ingleher hair hanging downwaiting for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that
was in the sootcoated kettle to be done so that she and he could drink it
with the oatmealwater for milk after the Friday herrings they had eaten at
two a penny with an egg apiece for MaggyBoody and Kateythe cat
meanwhile under the mangle devouring a mess of eggshells and charred fish
heads and bones on a square of brown paperin accordance with the third
precept of the church to fast and abstain on the days commandedit being
quarter tense or if notember days or something like that.

--NoMr Bloom repeated againI wouldn't personally repose much trust in
that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous elementDr
Mulliganas a guidephilosopher and friend if I were in your shoes. He
knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all probability he never
realised what it is to be without regular meals. Of course you didn't notice
as much as I did. But it wouldn't occasion me the least surprise to learn that
a pinch of tobacco or some narcotic was put in your drink for some ulterior
object.

He understood however from all he heard that Dr Mulligan was a
versatile allround manby no means confined to medicine onlywho was
rapidly coming to the fore in his line andif the report was verifiedbade
fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the not too distant future as a tony
medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his services in addition to
which professional status his rescue of that man from certain drowning by
artificial respiration and what they call first aid at Skerriesor Malahide
was it?washe was bound to admitan exceedingly plucky deed which he
could not too highly praiseso that frankly he was utterly at a loss to
fathom what earthly reason could be at the back of it except he put it down
to sheer cussedness or jealousypure and simple.

--Except it simply amounts to one thing and he is what they call picking
your brainshe ventured to throw o.ut.


The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by
friendliness which he gave at Stephen's at present morose expression of
features did not throw a flood of lightnone at all in fact on the problem as
to whether he had let himself be badly bamboozled to judge by two or three
lowspirited remarks he let drop or the other way about saw through the
affair and for some reason or other best known to himself allowed matters
to more or less. Grinding poverty did have that effect and he more than
conjectured thathigh educational abilities though he possessedhe
experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet.

Adjacent to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car
round which a group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were
getting rid of voluble expressions in their vivacious language in a
particularly animated waythere being some little differences between the
parties.

--PUTTANA MADONNACHE CI DIA I QUATTRINI! HO RAGIONE? CULO ROTTO!

--INTENDIAMOCI. MEZZO SOVRANO PIU ...

--DICE LUIPERO!

--MEZZO.

--FARABUTTO! MORTACCI SUI!

--MA ASCOLTA! CINQUE LA TESTA PIU ...

Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman's shelteran unpretentious
wooden structurewhereprior to thenhe had rarely if ever
been beforethe former having previously whispered to the latter a few
hints anent the keeper of it said to be the once famous Skin-the-Goat
Fitzharristhe invinciblethough he could not vouch for the actual facts
which quite possibly there was not one vestige of truth in. A few moments
later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corner only to be
greeted by stares from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and
strays and other nondescript specimens of the genus HOMO already there
engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they
seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity.

--Now touching a cup of coffeeMr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest to
break the iceit occurs to me you ought to sample something in the shape of
solid foodsaya roll of some description.

Accordingly his first act was with characteristic SANGFROID to order
these commodities quietly. The HOI POLLOI of jarvies or stevedores or
whatever they were after a cursory examination turned their eyes
apparently dissatisfiedaway though one redbearded bibulous individual
portion of whose hair was greyisha sailor probablystill stared for some
appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the floor. Mr
Bloomavailing himself of the right of free speechhe having just a bowing
acquaintance with the language in disputethoughto be surerather in a
quandary over VOGLIOremarked to his PROTEGE in an audible tone of voice A
PROPOS of the battle royal in the street which was still raging fast and
furious:

--A beautiful language. I mean for singing purposes. Why do you not write
your poetry in that language? BELLA POETRIA! It is so melodious and full.
BELLADONNA. VOGLIO.

Stephenwho was trying his dead best to yawn if he couldsuffering
from lassitude generallyreplied:


--To fill the ear of a cow elephant. They were haggling over money.


--Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of coursehe subjoined pensivelyat the
inward reflection of there being more languages to start with than were
absolutely necessaryit may be only the southern glamour that surrounds it.


The keeper of the shelter in the middle of this TETE-A-TETE put a boiling
swimming cup of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the table and a
rather antediluvian specimen of a bunor so it seemed. After which he beat
a retreat to his counterMr Bloom determining to have a good square look
at him later on so as not to appear to. For which reason he encouraged
Stephen to proceed with his eyes while he did the honours by surreptitiously
pushing the cup of what was temporarily supposed to be called coffee
gradually nearer him.


--Sounds are imposturesStephen said after a pause of some little timelike
names. CiceroPodmore. NapoleonMr Goodbody. JesusMr Doyle.
Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. What's in a name?


--Yesto be sureMr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Of course. Our name
was changed toohe addedpushing the socalled roll across.


The redbearded sailor who had his weather eye on the newcomers
boarded Stephenwhom he had singled out for attention in particular
squarely by asking:


--And what might your name be?


Just in the nick of time Mr Bloom touched his companion's boot but
Stephenapparently disregarding the warm pressure from an unexpected
quarteranswered:


--Dedalus.


The sailor stared at him heavily from a pair of drowsy baggy eyes
rather bunged up from excessive use of boosepreferably good old
Hollands and water.


--You know Simon Dedalus? he asked at length.


--I've heard of himStephen said.


Mr Bloom was all at sea for a momentseeing the others evidently
eavesdropping too.


--He's Irishthe seaman bold affirmedstaring still in much the same way
and nodding. All Irish.


--All too IrishStephen rejoined.


As for Mr Bloom he could neither make head or tail of the whole
business and he was just asking himself what possible connection when the
sailor of his own accord turned to the other occupants of the shelter with
the remark:


--I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his
shoulder. The lefthand dead shot.


Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional stammer and his
gestures being also clumsy as it was still he did his best to explain.


--Bottles out theresay. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on the bottles. Cocks
his gun over his shoulder. Aims.



He turned his body half roundshut up his right eye completely. Then
he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the night
with an unprepossessing cast of countenance.

--Pom! he then shouted once.

The entire audience waitedanticipating an additional detonation
there being still a further egg.

--Pom! he shouted twice.

Egg two evidently demolishedhe nodded and winkedadding
bloodthirstily:

--BUFFALO BILL SHOOTS TO KILL
NEVER MISSED NOR HE NEVER WILL.


A silence ensued till Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like
asking him whether it was for a marksmanship competition like the Bisley.

--Beg pardonthe sailor said.

--Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth.

--Whythe sailor repliedrelaxing to a certain extent under the magic
influence of diamond cut diamondit might be a matter of ten years. He
toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. I seen him do that in
Stockholm.

--Curious coincidenceMr Bloom confided to Stephen unobtrusively.

--Murphy's my namethe sailor continued. D. B. Murphy of Carrigaloe.
Know where that is?

--Queenstown harbourStephen replied.

--That's rightthe sailor said. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle. That's
where I hails from. I belongs there. That's where I hails from. My little
woman's down there. She's waiting for meI know. FOR ENGLANDHOME AND
BEAUTY. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years nowsailing
about.

Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scenethe
homecoming to the mariner's roadside shieling after having diddled Davy
Jonesa rainy night with a blind moon. Across the world for a wife. Quite
a number of stories there were on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic
Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc
O'Learya favourite and most trying declamation piece by the way of poor
John Casey and a bit of perfect poetry in its own small way. Never about
the runaway wife coming backhowever much devoted to the absentee. The
face at the window! Judge of his astonishment when he finally did breast
the tape and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half
wrecked in his affections. You little expected me but I've come to stay
and make a fresh start. There she sitsa grasswidowat the selfsame
fireside. Believes me deadrocked in the cradle of the deep. And there
sits uncle Chubb or Tomkinas the case might bethe publican of the
Crown and Anchorin shirtsleeveseating rumpsteak and onions. No chair
for father. Broo! The wind! Her brandnew arrival is on her knee
POST MORTEM child. With a high ro! and a randy ro! and my galloping
tearing tandyO! Bow to the inevitable. Grin and bear it. I remain with
much love your brokenhearted husband D B Murphy.

The sailorwho scarcely seemed to be a Dublin residentturned to
one of the jarvies with the request:


--You don't happen to have such a thing as a spare chaw about you?

The jarvey addressed as it happened had not but the keeper took a die
of plug from his good jacket hanging on a nail and the desired object was
passed from hand to hand.

--Thank youthe sailor said.

He deposited the quid in his gob andchewing and with some slow
stammersproceeded:

--We come up this morning eleven o'clock. The threemaster ROSEVEAN
from Bridgwater with bricks. I shipped to get over. Paid off this
afternoon. There's my discharge. See? D. B. Murphy. A. B. S.

In confirmation of which statement he extricated from an inside
pocket and handed to his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded
document.

--You must have seen a fair share of the worldthe keeper remarked
leaning on the counter.

--Whythe sailor answered upon reflection upon itI've circumnavigated a
bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red Sea. I was in China and
North America and South America. We was chased by pirates one voyage.
I seen icebergs plentygrowlers. I was in Stockholm and the Black Sea
the Dardanelles under Captain Daltonthe best bloody man that ever
scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. GOSPODI POMILYOU. That's how the
Russians prays.

--You seen queer sightsdon't be talkingput in a jarvey.

--Whythe sailor saidshifting his partially chewed plug. I seen queer
things tooups and downs. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an anchor
same as I chew that quid.

He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid andlodging it between his
teethbit ferociously:

--Khaan! Like that. And I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the
livers of horses. Look here. Here they are. A friend of mine sent me.

He fumbled out a picture postcard from his inside pocket which
seemed to be in its way a species of repository and pushed it along the
table. The printed matter on it stated: CHOZA DE INDIOS. BENIBOLIVIA.

All focussed their attention at the scene exhibiteda group of savage
women in striped loinclothssquattedblinkingsucklingfrowning
sleeping amid a swarm of infants (there must have been quite a score of
them) outside some primitive shanties of osier.

--Chews coca all daythe communicative tarpaulin added. Stomachs like
breadgraters. Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more
children.

See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw.

His postcard proved a centre of attraction for Messrs the greenhorns
for several minutes if not more.

--Know how to keep them off? he inquired generally.

Nobody volunteering a statement he winkedsaying:


--Glass. That boggles 'em. Glass.

Mr Bloomwithout evincing surpriseunostentatiously turned over the card
to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark. It ran as
follows: TARJETA POSTALSENOR A BOUDINGALERIA BECCHESANTIAGOCHILE.
There was no message evidentlyas he took particular notice.
Though not an implicit believer in the lurid story narrated (or the
eggsniping transaction for that matter despite William Tell and the
Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in MARITANA on which
occasion the former's ball passed through the latter's hat) having detected a
discrepancy between his name (assuming he was the person he represented
himself to be and not sailing under false colours after having boxed the
compass on the strict q.t. somewhere) and the fictitious addressee of the
missive which made him nourish some suspicions of our friend's BONA FIDES
nevertheless it reminded him in a way of a longcherished plan he meant to
one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via
long sea not to say that he had ever travelled extensively to any great extent
but he was at heart a born adventurer though by a trick of fate he had
consistently remained a landlubber except you call going to Holyhead
which was his longest. Martin Cunningham frequently said he would work
a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other eternally cropped up
with the net result that the scheme fell through. But even suppose it did
come to planking down the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was not so
dearpurse permittinga few guineas at the outside considering the fare to
Mullingar where he figured on going was five and sixthere and back. The
trip would benefit health on account of the bracing ozone and be in every
way thoroughly pleasurableespecially for a chap whose liver was out of
orderseeing the different places along the routePlymouthFalmouth
Southampton and so on culminating in an instructive tour of the sights of
the great metropolisthe spectacle of our modern Babylon where doubtless
he would see the greatest improvementtowerabbeywealth of Park lane to
renew acquaintance with. Another thing just struck him as a by no means
bad notion was he might have a gaze around on the spot to see about trying
to make arrangements about a concert tour of summer music embracing the
most prominent pleasure resortsMargate with mixed bathing and firstrate
hydros and spasEastbourneScarboroughMargate and so onbeautiful
Bournemouththe Channel islands and similar bijou spotswhich might
prove highly remunerative. Notof coursewith a hole and corner scratch
company or local ladies on the jobwitness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me
your valise and I'll post you the ticket. Nosomething top notchan all star
Irish castethe Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his own legal
consort as leading lady as a sort of counterblast to the Elster Grimes and
Moody-Mannersperfectly simple matter and he was quite sanguine of
successproviding puffs in the local papers could be managed by some
fellow with a bit of bounce who could pull the indispensable wires and thus
combine business with pleasure. But who? That was the rub.Alsowithout being
actually positiveit struck him a great field was to
be opened up in the line of opening up new routes to keep pace with the
times APROPOS of the Fishguard-Rosslare route whichit was mootedwas
once more on the TAPIS in the circumlocution departments with the usual
quantity of red tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads
generally. A great opportunity there certainly was for push and enterprise
to meet the travelling needs of the public at largethe average mani.e.
BrownRobinson and Co.

It was a subject of regret and absurd as well on the face of it and no
small blame to our vaunted society that the man in the streetwhen the
system really needed toning upfor the matter of a couple of paltry pounds
was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead of being
always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-the-mud took me for a
wife. After allhang itthey had their eleven and more humdrum months of
it and merited a radical change of VENUE after the grind of city life in the
summertime for choice when dame Nature is at her spectacular best


constituting nothing short of a new lease of life. There were equally
excellent opportunities for vacationists in the home islanddelightful sylvan
spots for rejuvenationoffering a plethora of attractions as well as a
bracing tonic for the system in and around Dublin and its picturesque
environs evenPoulaphouca to which there was a steamtrambut also farther
away from the madding crowd in Wicklowrightly termed the garden of Ireland
an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long as it didn't come
downand in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the COUP D'OEIL
was exceedingly grand though the lastnamed locality was not easily
getatable so that the influx of visitors was not as yet all that it might be
considering the signal benefits to be derived from it while Howth with its
historic associations and otherwiseSilken ThomasGrace O'Malley
George IVrhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a
favourite haunt with all sorts and conditions of men especially in the spring
when young men's fancythough it had its own toll of deaths by falling off
the cliffs by design or accidentallyusuallyby the wayon their left leg
it being only about three quarters of an hour's run from the pillar. Because
of course uptodate tourist travelling was as yet merely in its infancyso to
speakand the accommodation left much to be desired. Interesting to
fathom it seemed to him from a motive of curiositypure and simplewas
whether it was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the two
sides in fact. He turned back the other side of the cardpictureand passed
it along to Stephen.

--I seen a Chinese one timerelated the doughty narratorthat had little
pills like putty and he put them in the water and they opened and every pill
was something different. One was a shipanother was a houseanother was
a flower. Cooks rats in your souphe appetisingly addedthe chinks does.

Possibly perceiving an expression of dubiosity on their faces the
globetrotter went onadhering to his adventures.

--And I seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Knife in his back.
Knife like that.

Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in
keeping with his character and held it in the striking position.

--In a knockingshop it was count of a tryon between two smugglers. Fellow
hid behind a doorcome up behind him. Like that. PREPARE TO MEET YOUR
GODsays he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.

His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of defied their further
questions even should they by any chance want to.

--That's a good bit of steelrepeated heexamining his formidable STILETTO.

After which harrowing DENOUEMENT sufficient to appal the stoutest he
snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question away as before in
his chamber of horrorsotherwise pocket.

--They're great for the cold steelsomebody who was evidently quite in the
dark said for the benefit of them all. That was why they thought the park
murders of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of them using
knives.

At this remark passed obviously in the spirit of WHERE IGNORANCE IS
BLISS Mr B. and Stepheneach in his own particular wayboth instinctively
exchanged meaning glancesin a religious silence of the strictly ENTRE NOUS
variety howevertowards where Skin-the-GoatALIAS the keepernot
turning a hairwas drawing spurts of liquid from his boiler affair. His
inscrutable face which was really a work of arta perfect study in itself
beggaring descriptionconveyed the impression that he didn't understand
one jot of what was going on. Funnyvery!


There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. One man was reading in fits
and starts a stained by coffee evening journalanother the card with the
natives CHOZA DEanother the seaman's discharge. Mr Bloomso far as he
was personally concernedwas just pondering in pensive mood. He vividly
recollected when the occurrence alluded to took place as well as yesterday
roughly some score of years previously in the days of the land troubles
when it took the civilised world by stormfiguratively speakingearly in the
eightieseightyone to be correctwhen he was just turned fifteen.

--Aybossthe sailor broke in. Give us back them papers.

The request being complied with he clawed them up with a scrape.

--Have you seen the rock of Gibraltar? Mr Bloom inquired.

The sailor grimacedchewingin a way that might be read as yesay
or no.

--Ahyou've touched there tooMr Bloom saidEuropa pointthinking he
hadin the hope that the rover might possibly by some reminiscences but he
failed to do sosimply letting spirt a jet of spew into the sawdustand
shook his head with a sort of lazy scorn.

--What year would that be about? Mr B interrogated. Can you recall the
boats?

Our SOI-DISANT sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before
answering:

--I'm tired of all them rocks in the seahe saidand boats and ships. Salt
junk all the time.

Tired seeminglyhe ceased. His questioner perceiving that he was not
likely to get a great deal of change out of such a wily old customerfell to
woolgathering on the enormous dimensions of the water about the globe
suffice it to say thatas a casual glance at the map revealedit covered
fully three fourths of it and he fully realised accordingly what it meant to
rule the waves. On more than one occasiona dozen at the lowestnear the
North Bull at Dollymount he had remarked a superannuated old saltevidently
derelictseated habitually near the not particularly redolent sea on the
wallstaring quite obliviously at it and it at himdreaming of fresh woods
and pastures new as someone somewhere sings. And it left him wondering why.
Possibly he had tried to find out the secret for himselffloundering up and
down the antipodes and all that sort of thing and over and underwellnot
exactly undertempting the fates. And the odds were twenty to nil there was
really no secret about it at all. Neverthelesswithout going into the
MINUTIAE of the businessthe eloquent fact remained that the sea was there in
all its glory and in the natural course of things somebody or other had to
sail on it and fly in the face of providence though it merely went to show how
people usually contrived to load that sort of onus on to the other fellow like
the hell idea and the lottery and insurance which were run on identically the
same lines so that for that very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a
highly laudable institution to which the public at largeno matter where
living inland or seasideas the case might behaving it brought home to them
like that should extend its gratitude also to the harbourmasters and
coastguard service who had to man the rigging and push off and out amid the
elements whatever the season when duty called IRELAND EXPECTS THAT EVERY MAN
and so on and sometimes had a terrible time of it in the wintertime not
forgetting the Irish lightsKish and othersliable to capsize at any moment
rounding which he once with his daughter had experienced some remarkably
choppynot to say stormyweather.

--There was a fellow sailed with me in the Roverthe old seadoghimself


a roverproceededwent ashore and took up a soft job as gentleman's
valet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I've on me and he gave me
an oilskin and that jackknife. I'm game for that jobshaving and brushup.
I hate roaming about. There's my son nowDannyrun off to sea and his
mother got him took in a draper's in Cork where he could be drawing easy
money.

--What age is he? queried one hearer whoby the wayseen from the side
bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbellthe townclerkaway from
the carking cares of officeunwashed of course and in a seedy getup and a
strong suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage.

--Whythe sailor answered with a slow puzzled utterancemy sonDanny?
He'd be about eighteen nowway I figure it.

The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean
anyhow shirt with his two hands and scratched away at his chest on which
was to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent
an anchor.

--There was lice in that bunk in Bridgwaterhe remarkedsure as nuts. I
must get a wash tomorrow or next day. It's them black lads I objects to. I
hate those buggers. Suck your blood drythey does.

Seeing they were all looking at his chest he accommodatingly dragged
his shirt more open so that on top of the timehonoured symbol of the
mariner's hope and rest they had a full view of the figure 16 and a young
man's sideface looking frowningly rather.

--Tattoothe exhibitor explained. That was done when we were Iying
becalmed off Odessa in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton. Fellowthe
name of Antoniodone that. There he is himselfa Greek.

--Did it hurt much doing it? one asked the sailor.

That worthyhoweverwas busily engaged in collecting round the.
Someway in his. Squeezing or.

--See herehe saidshowing Antonio. There he is cursing the mate. And
there he is nowhe addedthe same fellowpulling the skin with his
fingerssome special knack evidentlyand he laughing at a yarn.

And in point of fact the young man named Antonio's livid face did
actually look like forced smiling and the curious effect excited the
unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goatwho this
time stretched over.

--Ayaysighed the sailorlooking down on his manly chest. He's gone
too. Ate by sharks after. Ayay.

He let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression
of before.

--Neat bit of workone longshoreman said.

--And what's the number for? loafer number two queried.

--Eaten alive? a third asked the sailor.

--Ayaysighed again the latter personagemore cheerily this time with
some sort of a half smile for a brief duration only in the direction of
the questioner about the number. Ate. A Greek he was.

And then he added with rather gallowsbird humour considering his


alleged end:

--AS BAD AS OLD ANTONIO
FOR HE LEFT ME ON MY OWNIO.


The face of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a black straw
hat peered askew round the door of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on
her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill. Mr Bloom
scarcely knowing which way to lookturned away on the moment
flusterfied but outwardly calmandpicking up from the table the pink sheet
of the Abbey street organ which the jarveyif such he washad laid aside
he picked it up and looked at the pink of the paper though why pink. His
reason for so doing was he recognised on the moment round the door the
same face he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that afternoon on Ormond
quaythe partially idiotic femalenamelyof the lane who knew the lady in
the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.) and begged the chance of his
washing. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than notyour
washing. Still candour compelled him to admit he had washed his wife's
undergarments when soiled in Holles street and women would and did too
a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink
(hers werethat is) if they really loved himthat is to saylove melove
my dirty shirt. Still just thenbeing on tenterhookshe desired the female's
room more than her company so it came as a genuine relief when the keeper
made her a rude sign to take herself off. Round the side of the Evening
Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her face round the side of the
door with a kind of demented glassy grin showing that she was not exactly
all thereviewing with evident amusement the group of gazers round
skipper Murphy's nautical chest and then there was no more of her.

--The gunboatthe keeper said.

--It beats meMr Bloom confided to Stephenmedically I am speakinghow
a wretched creature like that from the Lock hospital reeking with disease
can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in his sober sensesif he
values his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of course I suppose
some man is ultimately responsible for her condition. Still no matter what
the cause is from ...

Stephen had not noticed her and shrugged his shouldersmerely
remarking:

--In this country people sell much more than she ever had and do a roaring
trade. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul.
She is a bad merchant. She buys dear and sells cheap.

The elder manthough not by any manner of means an old maid or a
prudesaid it was nothing short of a crying scandal that ought to be put a
stop to INSTANTER to say that women of that stamp (quite apart from any
oldmaidish squeamishness on the subject)a necessary evilw ere not
licensed and medically inspected by the proper authoritiesa thinghe could
truthfully stateheas a PATERFAMILIASwas a stalwart advocate of from the
very first start. Whoever embarked on a policy of the sorthe saidand
ventilated the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody
concerned.

--You as a good catholiche observedtalking of body and soulbelieve in
the soul. Or do you mean the intelligencethe brainpower as suchas
distinct from any outside objectthe tablelet us saythat cup. I believe
in that myself because it has been explained by competent men as the
convolutions of the grey matter. Otherwise we would never have such
inventions as X raysfor instance. Do you?

Thus corneredStephen had to make a superhuman effort of memory
to try and concentrate and remember before he could say:


--They tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and therefore
incorruptible. It would be immortalI understandbut for the possibility of
its annihilation by its First Cause Whofrom all I can hearis quite capable
of adding that to the number of His other practical jokesCORRUPTIO PER SE
and CORRUPTIO PER ACCIDENS both being excluded by court etiquette.

Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the
mystical finesse involved was a bit out of his sublunary depth still he felt
bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simplepromptly rejoining:

--Simple? I shouldn't think that is the proper word. Of courseI grant you
to concede a pointyou do knock across a simple soul once in a blue moon.
But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance to invent
those rays Rontgen did or the telescope like Edisonthough I believe it was
before his time Galileo was the manI meanand the same applies to the
lawsfor exampleof a farreaching natural phenomenon such as electricity
but it's a horse of quite another colour to say you believe in the existence
of a supernatural God.

--O thatStephen expostulatedhas been proved conclusively by several of
the bestknown passages in Holy Writapart from circumstantial evidence.

On this knotty point however the views of the pairpoles apart as they
were both in schooling and everything else with the marked difference in
their respective agesclashed.

--Has been? the more experienced of the two objectedsticking to his
original point with a smile of unbelief. I'm not so sure about that. That's a
matter for everyman's opinion andwithout dragging in the sectarian side
of the businessI beg to differ with you IN TOTO there. My belief isto tell
you the candid truththat those bits were genuine forgeries all of them put
in by monks most probably or it's the big question of our national poet over
againwho precisely wrote them like HAMLET and Baconasyou who know
your Shakespeare infinitely better than Iof course I needn't tell you. Can't
you drink that coffeeby the way? Let me stir it. And take a piece of that
bun. It's like one of our skipper's bricks disguised. Still no-one can give
what he hasn't got. Try a bit.

--Couldn'tStephen contrived to get outhis mental organs for the moment
refusing to dictate further.

Faultfinding being a proverbially bad hat Mr Bloom thought well to
stir or try to the clotted sugar from the bottom and reflected with something
approaching acrimony on the Coffee Palace and its temperance (and
lucrative) work. To be sure it was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay
did a world of goodshelters such as the present one they were in run on
teetotal lines for vagrants at nightconcertsdramatic evenings and useful
lectures (admittance free) by qualified men for the lower orders. On the
other hand he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife
Madam Marion Tweedy who had been prominently associated with it at
one timea very modest remuneration indeed for her pianoplaying. The
ideahe was strongly inclined to believewas to do good and net a profit
there being no competition to speak of. Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or
something in some dried peas he remembered reading of in a cheap
eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn't remember when it was or where.
Anyhow inspectionmedical inspectionof all eatables seemed to him more
than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the vogue of Dr Tibble's
Vi-Cocoa on account of the medical analysis involved.

--Have a shot at it nowhe ventured to say of the coffee after being stirred.

Thus prevailed on to at any rate taste it Stephen lifted the heavy mug
from the brown puddle it clopped out of when taken up by the handle and


took a sip of the offending beverage.

--Still it's solid foodhis good genius urgedI'm a stickler for solid food
his one and only reason being not gormandising in the least but regular
meals as the SINE QUA NON for any kind of proper workmental or manual.
You ought to eat more solid food. You would feel a different man.

--Liquids I can eatStephen said. But Ooblige me by taking away that
knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.

Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated
articlea blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly
Roman or antique about it to the lay eyeobserving that the point was the
least conspicuous point about it.

--Our mutual friend's stories are like himselfMr Bloom APROPOS of knives
remarked to his CONFIDANTE SOTTO VOCE. Do you think they are genuine? He
could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots.
Look at him.

Yet still though his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full
of a host of things and coincidences of a terrible nature and it was quite
within the bounds of possibility that it was not an entire fabrication though
at first blush there was not much inherent probability in all the spoof he got
off his chest being strictly accurate gospel.

He had been meantime taking stock of the individual in front of him
and Sherlockholmesing him up ever since he clapped eyes on him. Though
a wellpreserved man of no little staminaif a trifle prone to baldnessthere
was something spurious in the cut of his jib that suggested a jail delivery
and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a
weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. He might
even have done for his man supposing it was his own case he toldas people
often did about othersnamelythat he killed him himself and had served
his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say nothing of the
Antonio personage (no relation to the dramatic personage of identical name
who sprang from the pen of our national poet) who expiated his crimes in
the melodramatic manner above described. On the other hand he might be
only bluffinga pardonable weakness because meeting unmistakable mugs
Dublin residentslike those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt
any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about
the schooner HESPERUS and etcetera. And when all was said and done the
lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle
to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

--Mind youI'm not saying that it's all a pure inventionhe resumed.
Analogous scenes are occasionallyif not oftenmet with. Giantsthough
that is rather a far cryyou see once in a wayMarcella the midget queen. In
those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecsas they are
calledsitting bowleggedthey couldn't straighten their legs if you paid
them because the muscles hereyou seehe proceededindicating on his
companion the brief outline of the sinews or whatever you like to call them
behind the right kneewere utterly powerless from sitting that way so long
cramped upbeing adored as gods. There's an example again of simple
souls.

However reverting to friend Sinbad and his horrifying adventures
(who reminded him a bit of LudwigALIAS Ledwidgewhen he occupied the
boards of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the
management in the FLYING DUTCHMANa stupendous successand his host of
admirers came in large numberseveryone simply flocking to hear him
though ships of any sortphantom or the reverseon the stage usually fell a
bit flat as also did trains) there was nothing intrinsically incompatible
about ithe conceded. On the contrary that stab in the back touch was quite


in keeping with those italianos though candidly he was none the less free to
admit those icecreamers and friers in the fish way not to mention the chip
potato variety and so forth over in little Italy there near the Coombe were
sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit too given to
pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the feline persuasion of others
at night so as to have a good old succulent tuckin with garlic DE RIGUEUR off
him or her next day on the quiet andhe addedon the cheap.

--Spaniardsfor instancehe continuedpassionate temperaments like that
impetuous as Old Nickare given to taking the law into their own hands
and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carry in
the abdomen. It comes from the great heatclimate generally. My wife isso
to speakSpanishhalf that is. Point of fact she could actually claim
Spanish nationality if she wantedhaving been born in (technically) Spain

i.e. Gibraltar. She has the Spanish type. Quite darkregular brunetteblack.
I for one certainly believe climate accounts for character. That's why I
asked you if you wrote your poetry in Italian.
--The temperaments at the doorStephen interposed withwere very
passionate about ten shillings. ROBERTO RUBA ROBA SUA.

--Quite soMr Bloom dittoed.

--ThenStephen said staring and rambling on to himself or some unknown
listener somewherewe have the impetuosity of Dante and the isosceles
triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso
Mastino.

--It's in the bloodMr Bloom acceded at once. All are washed in the blood
of the sun. Coincidence I just happened to be in the Kildare street museum 890
todayshortly prior to our meeting if I can so call itand I was just
looking at those antique statues there. The splendid proportions of hips
bosom. You simply don't knock against those kind of women here. An exception
here and there. Handsome yespretty in a way you find but what I'm
talking about is the female form. Besides they have so little taste in dress
most of themwhich greatly enhances a woman's natural beautyno matter
what you say. Rumpled stockingsit may bepossibly isa foible of mine but
still it's a thing I simply hate to see.

Interesthoweverwas starting to flag somewhat all round and then
the others got on to talking about accidents at seaships lost in a foggoo
collisions with icebergsall that sort of thing. Shipahoy of course had his
own say to say. He had doubled the cape a few odd times and weathered a
monsoona kind of windin the China seas and through all those perils of
the deep there was one thinghe declaredstood to him or words to that
effecta pious medal he had that saved him.

So then after that they drifted on to the wreck off Daunt's rockwreck
of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of her name for the
moment till the jarvey who had really quite a look of Henry Campbell
remembered it PALME on Booterstown strand. That was the talk of the town
that year (Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of original verse of 910
distinctive merit on the topic for the Irish TIMES)breakers running over
her and crowds and crowds on the shore in commotion petrified with
horror. Then someone said something about the case of the s. s. LADY
CAIRNS of Swansea run into by the MONA which was on an opposite tack in
rather muggyish weather and lost with all hands on deck. No aid was given.
Her masterthe MONA'Ssaid he was afraid his collision bulkhead would
give way. She had no waterit appearsin her hold.

At this stage an incident happened. It having become necessary for
him to unfurl a reef the sailor vacated his seat.

--Let me cross your bows matehe said to his neighbour who was just


gently dropping off into a peaceful doze.

He made tracks heavilyslowly with a dumpy sort of a gait to the
doorstepped heavily down the one step there was out of the shelter and
bore due left. While he was in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom who
noticed when he stood up that he had two flasks of presumably ship's rum
sticking one out of each pocket for the private consumption of his burning
interiorsaw him produce a bottle and uncork it or unscrew andapplying
its nozz1e to his lipstake a good old delectable swig out of it with a
gurgling noise. The irrepressible Bloomwho also had a shrewd suspicion
that the old stager went out on a manoeuvre after the counterattraction in
the shape of a female who however had disappeared to all intents and
purposescould by straining just perceive himwhen duly refreshed by his
rum puncheon exploitgaping up at the piers and girders of the Loop line
rather out of his depth as of course it was all radically altered since his
last visit and greatly improved. Some person or persons invisible directed him
to the male urinal erected by the cleansing committee all over the place for
the purpose but after a brief space of time during which silence reigned
supreme the sailorevidently giving it a wide bertheased himself closer at
handthe noise of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on
the ground where it apparently awoke a horse of the cabrank. A hoof
scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and harness jingled. Slightly
disturbed in his sentrybox by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the
corporation stones whothough now broken down and fast breaking up
was none other in stern reality than the Gumley aforesaidnow practically
on the parish ratesgiven the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all human
probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about
and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in to the arms of
Morpheusa truly amazing piece of hard lines in its most virulent form on a
fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with decent home
comforts all his life who came in for a cool 100 pounds a year at one time
which of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make general ducks and
drakes of. And there he was at the end of his tether after having often
painted the town tolerably pink without a beggarly stiver. He drank needless
to be told and it pointed only once more a moral when he might quite easily
be in a large way of business if--a big ifhowever--he had contrived to cure
himself of his particular partiality.

All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping
coastwise and foreign as wellwhich was all part and parcel of the same
thing. A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the ways at Alexandra basinthe
only launch that year. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships
ever called.

There were wrecks and wreckersthe keeper saidwho was evidently
AU FAIT.

What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the
only rock in Galway bay when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by
a Mr Worthington or some name like thateh? Ask the then captainhe
advised themhow much palmoil the British government gave him for that
day's workCaptain John Lever of the Lever Line.

--Am I rightskipper? he queried of the sailornow returning after his
private potation and the rest of his exertions.

That worthy picking up the scent of the fagend of the song or words
growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of chanty or other
in seconds or thirds. Mr Bloom's sharp ears heard him then expectorate the
plug probably (which it was)so that he must have lodged it for the time
being in his fist while he did the drinking and making water jobs and found
it a bit sour after the liquid fire in question. Anyhow in he rolled after his
successful libation-CUM-potationintroducing an atmosphere of drink into
the SOIREEboisterously trollinglike a veritable son of a seacook:


--THE BISCUITS WAS AS HARD AS BRASS
AND THE BEEF AS SALT AS LOT'S WIFE'S ARSE.
OJOHNNY LEVER!
JOHNNY LEVERO!


After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the
scene and regaining his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the form
provided. Skin-the-Goatassuming he was heevidently with an axe to
grindwas airing his grievances in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the
natural resources of Ireland or something of that sort which he described in
his lengthy dissertation as the richest country bar none on the face of God's
earthfar and away superior to Englandwith coal in large quantitiessix
million pounds worth of pork exported every yearten millions between
butter and eggs and all the riches drained out of it by England levying taxes
on the poor people that paid through the nose always and gobbling up the
best meat in the market and a lot more surplus steam in the same vein. Their
conversation accordingly became general and all agreed that that was a
fact. You could grow any mortal thing in Irish soilhe statedand there was
that colonel Everard down there in Navan growing tobacco. Where would
you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon? But a day of reckoninghe stated
CRESCENDO with no uncertain voicethoroughly monopolising all the
conversationwas in store for mighty Englanddespite her power of pelf on
account of her crimes. There would be a fall and the greatest fall in history.
The Germans and the Japs were going to have their little lookinhe
affirmed. The Boers were the beginning of the end. Brummagem England
was toppling already and her downfall would be Irelandher Achilles heel
which he explained to them about the vulnerable point of Achillesthe
Greek heroa point his auditors at once seized as he completely gripped
their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his boot. His advice to
every Irishman was: stay in the land of your birth and work for Ireland
and live for Ireland. IrelandParnell saidcould not spare a single one of
her sons.

Silence all round marked the termination of his FINALE. The
impervious navigator heard these lurid tidingsundismayed.

--Take a bit of doingbossretaliated that rough diamond palpably a bit
peeved in response to the foregoing truism.

To which cold douche referring to downfall and so on the keeper
concurred but nevertheless held to his main view.

--Who's the best troops in the army? the grizzled old veteran irately
interrogated. And the best jumpers and racers? And the best admirals and
generals we've got? Tell me that.

--The Irishfor choiceretorted the cabby like Campbellfacial blemishes
apart.

--That's rightthe old tarpaulin corroborated. The Irish catholic peasant.
He's the backbone of our empire. You know Jem Mullins?

While allowing him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper
added he cared nothing for any empireours or hisand considered no
Irishman worthy of his salt that served it. Then they began to have a few
irascible words when it waxed hotterbothneedless to sayappealing to the
listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as they
didn't indulge in recriminations and come to blows.

From inside information extending over a series of years Mr Bloom
was rather inclined to poohpooh the suggestion as egregious balderdash
forpending that consummation devoutly to be or not to be wished forhe
was fully cognisant of the fact that their neighbours across the channel


unless they were much bigger fools than he took them forrather concealed
their strength than the opposite. It was quite on a par with the quixotic idea
in certain quarters that in a hundred million years the coal seam of the
sister island would be played out and ifas time went onthat turned out to
be how the cat jumped all he could personally say on the matter was that as a
host of contingenciesequally relevant to the issuemight occur ere then it
was highly advisable in the interim to try to make the most of both countries
even though poles apart. Another little interesting pointthe amours of
whores and chummiesto put it in common parlancereminded him Irish
soldiers had as often fought for England as against hermore soin fact.
And nowwhy? So the scene between the pair of themthe licensee of the
place rumoured to be or have been Fitzharristhe famous invincibleand
the otherobviously bogusreminded him forcibly as being on all fours with
the confidence tricksupposingthat isit was prearranged as the lookeron
a student of the human soul if anythingthe others seeing least of the game.
And as for the lessee or keeperwho probably wasn't the other person at all
he (B.) couldn't help feeling and most properly it was better to give people
like that the goby unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to
have anything to do with them as a golden rule in private life and their
felonsettingthere always being the offchance of a Dannyman coming
forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter
Careyan idea he utterly repudiated. Quite apart from that he disliked
those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle. Yetthough such
criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his bosom in any shape
or formhe certainly did feel and no denying it (while inwardly remaining
what he was) a certain kind of admiration for a man who had actually
brandished a knifecold steelwith the courage of his political convictions
(thoughpersonallyhe would never be a party to any such thing)off the
same bat as those love vendettas of the southhave her or swing for her
when the husband frequentlyafter some words passed between the two
concerning her relations with the other lucky mortal (he having had the
pair watched)inflicted fatal injuries on his adored one as a result of an
alternative postnuptial LIAISON by plunging his knife into heruntil it just
struck him that Fitznicknamed Skin-the-Goatmerely drove the car for the
actual perpetrators of the outrage and so was notif he was reliably
informedactually party to the ambush whichin point of factwas the plea
some legal luminary saved his skin on. In any case that was very ancient
history by now and as for our friendthe pseudo Skin-the-etceterahe had
transparently outlived his welcome. He ought to have either died naturally
or on the scaffold high. Like actressesalways farewell positively last
performance then come up smiling again. Generous to a fault of course
temperamentalno economising or any idea of the sortalways snapping at
the bone for the shadow. So similarly he had a very shrewd suspicion that
Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some l s d. in the course of his perambulations
round the docks in the congenial atmosphere of the OLD IRELAND tavern
come back to Erin and so on. Then as for the other he had heard not so
long before the same identical lingo as he told Stephen how he simply but
effectually silenced the offender.

--He took umbrage at something or otherthat muchinjured but on the
whole eventempered person declaredI let slip. He called me a jew and in a
heated fashion offensively. So I without deviating from plain facts in the
least told him his GodI mean Christwas a jew too and all his family like
me though in reality I'm not. That was one for him. A soft answer turns
away wrath. He hadn't a word to say for himself as everyone saw. Am I not
right?

He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark
pride at the soft impeachment with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed
to glean in a kind of a way that it wasn't all exactly.

--EX QUIBUSStephen mumbled in a noncommittal accenttheir two or four
eyes conversingCHRISTUS or Bloom his name is or after all any other
SECUNDUM CARNEM.


--Of courseMr B. proceeded to stipulateyou must look at both sides of
the question. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to right and
wrong but room for improvement all round there certainly is though every
countrythey sayour own distressful includedhas the government it
deserves. But with a little goodwill all round. It's all very fine to boast of
mutual superiority but what about mutual equality. I resent violence and
intolerance in any shape or form. It never reaches anything or stops
anything. A revolution must come on the due instalments plan. It's a patent
absurdity on the face of it to hate people because they live round the corner
and speak another vernacularin the next house so to speak.

--Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' warStephen
assentedbetween Skinner's alley and Ormond market.

YesMr Bloom thoroughly agreedentirely endorsing the remarkthat
was overwhelmingly right. And the whole world was full of that sort of
thing.

--You just took the words out of my mouthhe said. A hocuspocus of
conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely ...

All those wretched quarrelsin his humble opinionstirring up bad
bloodfrom some bump of combativeness or gland of some kind
erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flagwere
very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of
everything greed and jealousypeople never knowing when to stop.

--They accuseremarked he audibly.

He turned away from the others who probably and spoke nearer to
so as the others in case they.

--Jewshe softly imparted in an aside in Stephen's earare accused of
ruining. Not a vestige of truth in itI can safely say. Historywould you be
surprised to learnproves up to the hilt Spain decayed when the inquisition
hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwellan
uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to answer for
imported them. Why? Because they are imbued with the proper spirit. They
are practical and are proved to be so. I don't want to indulge in any because
you know the standard works on the subject and then orthodox as you are.
But in the economicnot touching religiondomain the priest spells poverty.
Spain againyou saw in the warcompared with goahead America. Turks.
It's in the dogma. Because if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven
when they die they'd try to live betterat least so I think. That's the
juggle on which the p.p's raise the wind on false pretences. I'mhe resumed
with dramatic forceas good an Irishman as that rude person I told you about
at the outset and I want to see everyoneconcluded heall creeds and classes
PRO RATA having a comfortable tidysized incomein no niggard fashion
eithersomething in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum. That's the
vital issue at stake and it's feasible and would be provocative of friendlier
intercourse between man and man. At least that's my idea for what it's
worth. I call that patriotism. UBI PATRIAas we learned a smattering of in
our classical days in ALMA MATERVITA BENE. Where you can live wellthe
sense isif you work.

Over his untastable apology for a cup of coffeelistening to this
synopsis of things in generalStephen stared at nothing in particular. He
could hearof courseall kinds of words changing colour like those crabs
about Ringsend in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of
different sorts of the same sand where they had a home somewhere beneath
or seemed to. Then he looked up and saw the eyes that said or didn't say the
words the voice he heard saidif you work.


--Count me outhe managed to remarkmeaning work.

The eyes were surprised at this observation because as hethe person
who owned them pro tem. observed or rather his voice speaking didall
must workhave totogether.

--I meanof coursethe other hastened to affirmwork in the widest
possible sense. Also literary labour not merely for the kudos of the thing.
Writing for the newspapers which is the readiest channel nowadays. That's
work too. Important work. After allfrom the little I know of youafter all
the money expended on your education you are entitled to recoup yourself
and command your price. You have every bit as much right to live by your
pen in pursuit of your philosophy as the peasant has. What? You both
belong to Irelandthe brain and the brawn. Each is equally important.

--You suspectStephen retorted with a sort of a half laughthat I may be
1160 important because I belong to the FAUBOURG SAINT PATRICE called Ireland
for short.

--I would go a step fartherMr Bloom insinuated.

--But I suspectStephen interruptedthat Ireland must be important
because it belongs to me.

--What belongsqueried Mr Bloom bendingfancying he was perhaps
under some misapprehension. Excuse me. UnfortunatelyI didn't catch the
latter portion. What was it you ...?

Stephenpatently crosstemperedrepeated and shoved aside his mug
of coffee or whatever you like to call it none too politelyadding: 1170

--We can't change the country. Let us change the subject.

At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloomto change the subjectlooked
down but in a quandaryas he couldn't tell exactly what construction to put
on belongs to which sounded rather a far cry. The rebuke of some kind was
clearer than the other part. Needless to say the fumes of his recent orgy
spoke then with some asperity in a curious bitter way foreign to his sober
state. Probably the homelife to which Mr B attached the utmost importance
had not been all that was needful or he hadn't been familiarised with the
right sort of people. With a touch of fear for the young man beside him
whom he furtively scrutinised with an air of some consternation
remembering he had just come back from Paristhe eyes more especially
reminding him forcibly of father and sisterfailing to throw much light on
the subjecthoweverhe brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that
promised so brilliantly nipped in the bud of premature decay and nobody to
blame but themselves. For instance there was the case of O'Callaghanfor
onethe halfcrazy faddistrespectably connected though of inadequate
meanswith his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto
and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round he was in the habit
of ostentatiously sporting in public a suit of brown paper (a fact). And then
the usual DENOUEMENT after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got 1190
landed into hot water and had to be spirited away by a few friendsafter a
strong hint to a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yardso as
not to be made amenable under section two of the criminal law amendment
actcertain names of those subpoenaed being handed in but not divulged for
reasons which will occur to anyone with a pick of brains. Brieflyputting
two and two togethersix sixteen which he pointedly turned a deaf ear to
Antonio and so forthjockeys and esthetes and the tattoo which was all the
go in the seventies or thereabouts even in the house of lords because early in
life the occupant of the thronethen heir apparentthe other members of the
upper ten and other high personages simply following in the footsteps of the
head of the statehe reflected about the errors of notorieties and crowned
heads running counter to morality such as the Cornwall case a number of


years before under their veneer in a way scarcely intended by naturea
thing good Mrs Grundyas the law standswas terribly down on though
not for the reason they thought they were probably whatever it was except
women chiefly who were always fiddling more or less at one another it
being largely a matter of dress and all the rest of it. Ladies who like
distinctive underclothing shouldand every welltailored man musttrying to
make the gap wider between them by innuendo and give more of a genuine
filip to acts of impropriety between the twoshe unbuttoned his and then he
untied hermind the pinwhereas savages in the cannibal islandssayat
ninety degrees in the shade not caring a continental. Howeverreverting to
the originalthere were on the other hand others who had forced their way
to the top from the lowest rung by the aid of their bootstraps. Sheer force of
natural geniusthat. With brainssir.

For which and further reasons he felt it was his interest and duty even
to wait on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion though why he could not
exactly tell being as it was already several shillings to the bad having in
fact let himself in for it. Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone
of no uncommon calibre who could provide food for reflection would amply
repay any small. Intellectual stimulationas suchwashe feltfrom time to
time a firstrate tonic for the mind. Added to which was the coincidence of
meetingdiscussiondancerowold salt of the here today and gone
tomorrow typenight loafersthe whole galaxy of eventsall went to make
up a miniature cameo of the world we live in especially as the lives of the
submerged tenthviz. coalminersdiversscavengers etc.were very much
under the microscope lately. To improve the shining hour he wondered
whether he might meet with anything approaching the same luck as Mr
Philip Beaufoy if taken down in writing suppose he were to pen something
out of the common groove (as he fully intended doing) at the rate of one
guinea per column. MY EXPERIENCESlet us sayIN A CABMAN'S SHELTER.

The pink edition extra sporting of the TELEGRAPH tell a graphic lie lay
as luck would have itbeside his elbow and as he was just puzzling again
far from satisfiedover a country belonging to him and the preceding rebus
the vessel came from Bridgwater and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin
find the captain's agehis eyes went aimlessly over the respective captions
which came under his special province the allembracing give us this day our
daily press. First he got a bit of a start but it turned out to be only
something about somebody named H. du Boyesagent for typewriters or
something like that. Great battleTokio. Lovemaking in Irish200 pounds
damages. Gordon Bennett. Emigration Swindle. Letter from His Grace.
William . Ascot meetingthe Gold Cup. Victory of outsider THROWAWAY
recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. Marshall's dark horse SIR HUGO captured
the blue ribband at long odds. New York disaster. Thousand lives lost. Foot
and Mouth. Funeral of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.

So to change the subject he read about Dignam R. I. P. whichhe
reflectedwas anything but a gay sendoff. Or a change of address anyway.

--THIS MORNING (Hynes put it in of course) THE REMAINS OF THE LATE MR
PATRICK DIGNAM WERE REMOVED FROM HIS RESIDENCENO 9 NEWBRIDGE AVENUE
SANDYMOUNTFOR INTERMENT IN GLASNEVIN. THE DECEASED GENTLEMAN WAS A
MOST POPULAR AND GENIAL PERSONALITY IN CITY LIFE AND HIS DEMISE AFTER A BRIEF
ILLNESS CAME AS A GREAT SHOCK TO CITIZENS OF ALL CLASSES BY WHOM HE IS DEEPLY
REGRETTED. THE OBSEQUIESAT WHICH MANY FRIENDS OF THE DECEASED WERE PRESENT
WERE CARRIED OUT (certainly Hynes wrote it with a nudge from Corny) BY
MESSRS H. J. O'NEILL AND SON164 NORTH STRAND ROAD. THE MOURNERS
INCLUDED: PATK. DIGNAM (SON)BERNARD CORRIGAN (BROTHER-IN-LAW)JNO.
HENRY MENTONSOLRMARTIN CUNNINGHAMJOHN POWER.)EATONDPH 1/8 ADOR
DORADOR DOURADORA (must be where he called Monks the dayfather about
Keyes's ad) THOMAS KERNANSIMON DEDALUSSTEPHEN DEDALUS B.4.EDW.

J. LAMBERTCORNELIUS T. KELLEHERJOSEPH M'C HYNESL. BOOMCP
M'COY--M'LNTOSH AND SEVERAL OTHERS.

Nettled not a little by L. BOOM (as it incorrectly stated) and the line
of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by C. P. M'Coy and
Stephen Dedalus B. A. who were conspicuousneedless to sayby their
total absence (to say nothing of M'Intosh) L. Boom pointed it out to his
companion B. A. engaged in stifling another yawnhalf nervousnessnot
forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints.

--Is that first epistle to the Hebrewshe asked as soon as his bottom jaw
would let himin? Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it.

--It is. ReallyMr Bloom said (though first he fancied he alluded to the
archbishop till he added about foot and mouth with which there could be
no possible connection) overjoyed to set his mind at rest and a bit
flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing to. There.

While the other was reading it on page two Boom (to give him for the
nonce his new misnomer) whiled away a few odd leisure moments in fits
and starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page threehis
side. Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. For entire colts and
fillies. Mr F. Alexander's THROWAWAYb. h. by RIGHTAWAY5 yrs
9 st 4 lbs (W. Lane) 1lord Howard de Walden's ZINFANDEL (M. Cannon)
zMr W. Bass's SCEPTRE 3. Betting 5 to 4 on ZINFANDEL20 to 1 THROWAWAY
(off). SCEPTRE a shade heavier5 to 4 on ZINFANDEL20 to 1 THROWAWAY
(off). THROWAWAY and ZINFANDEL stood close order. It was anybody's race
then the rank outsider drew to the foregot long leadbeating lord Howard
de Walden's chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass's bay filly SCEPTRE on a 2 1/2 mile
course. Winner trained by Braime so that Lenehan's version of the business
was all pure buncombe. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. 1000 sovs
with 3000 in specie. Also ran: J de Bremond's (French horse Bantam Lyons
was anxiously inquiring after not in yet but expected any minute)
MAXIMUM II. Different ways of bringing off a coup. Lovemaking damages.
Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a tangent in his impetuosity to get
left. Of course gambling eminently lent itself to that sort of thing though as
the event turned out the poor fool hadn't much reason to congratulate
himself on his pickthe forlorn hope. Guesswork it reduced itself to
eventually.

--There was every indication they would arrive at thatheBloomsaid.

--Who? the otherwhose hand by the way was hurtsaid.

One morning you would open the paperthe cabman affirmedand
read: RETURN OF PARNELL. He bet them what they liked. A Dublin fusilier was
in that shelter one night and said he saw him in South Africa. Pride it was
killed him. He ought to have done away with himself or lain low for a time
after committee room no 15 until he was his old self again with no-one to
point a finger at him. Then they would all to a man have gone down on
their marrowbones to him to come back when he had recovered his senses.
Dead he wasn't. Simply absconded somewhere. The coffin they brought
over was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wetthe Boer general.
He made a mistake to fight the priests. And so forth and so on.

All the same Bloom (properly so dubbed) was rather surprised at their
memories for in nine cases out of ten it was a case of tarbarrels and not
singly but in their thousands and then complete oblivion because it was
twenty odd years. Highly unlikely of course there was even a shadow of
truth in the stones andeven supposinghe thought a return highly
inadvisableall things considered. Something evidently riled them in his
death. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his
various different political arrangements were nearing completion or
whether it transpired he owed his death to his having neglected to change
his boots and clothes-after a wetting when a cold resulted and failing to
consult a specialist he being confined to his room till he eventually died of
it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at an end or quite possibly


they were distressed to find the job was taken out of their hands. Of course
nobody being acquainted with his movements even before there was
absolutely no clue as to his whereabouts which were decidedly of the ALICE
WHERE ART THOU order even prior to his starting to go under several aliases
such as Fox and Stewart so the remark which emanated from friend cabby
might be within the bounds of possibility. Naturally then it would prey on
his mind as a born leader of men which undoubtedly he was and a
commanding figurea sixfooter or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his
stockinged feetwhereas Messrs So and So whothough they weren't even a
patch on the former manruled the roost after their redeeming features
were very few and far between. It certainly pointed a moralthe idol with
feet of clayand then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen rounding on him
with mutual mudslinging. And the identical same with murderers. You had
to come back. That haunting sense kind of drew you. To show the
understudy in the title ROLE how to. He saw him once on the auspicious
occasion when they broke up the type in the INSUPPRESSIBLE or was it UNITED
IRELANDa privilege he keenly appreciatedandin point of facthanded him
his silk hat when it was knocked off and he said THANK YOUexcited as he
undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little
misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip: what's bred in the
bone. Still as regards return. You were a lucky dog if they didn't set the
terrier at you directly you got back. Then a lot of shillyshally usually
followedTom for and Dick and Harry against. And thennumber oneyou
came up against the man in possession and had to produce your credentials
like the claimant in the Tichborne caseRoger Charles TichborneBELLA
was the boat's name to the best of his recollection hethe heirwent down in
as the evidence went to show and there was a tattoo mark too in Indian ink
lord Bellew was itas he might very easily have picked up the details from
some pal on board ship and thenwhen got up to tally with the description
givenintroduce himself with: EXCUSE MEMY NAME IS SO AND SO or some
such commonplace remark. A more prudent courseas Bloom said to the
not over effusivein fact like the distinguished personage under discussion
beside himwould have been to sound the lie of the land first.

--That bitchthat English whoredid for himthe shebeen proprietor
commented. She put the first nail in his coffin.

--Fine lump of a woman all the samethe SOI-DISANT townclerk Henry
Campbell remarkedand plenty of her. She loosened many a man's thighs. I
seen her picture in a barber's. The husband was a captain or an officer.

--AySkin-the-Goat amusingly addedhe was and a cottonball one.

This gratuitous contribution of a humorous character occasioned a
fair amount of laughter among his ENTOURAGE. As regards Bloom he
without the faintest suspicion of a smilemerely gazed in the direction of
the door and reflected upon the historic story which had aroused
extraordinary interest at the time when the factsto make matters worsewere
made public with the usual affectionate letters that passed between them full
of sweet nothings. First it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and
an attachment sprang up between them till bit by bit matters came to a climax
and the matter became the talk of the town till the staggering blow came as
a welcome intelligence to not a few evildisposedhoweverwho were
resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the thing was public
property all along though not to anything like the sensational extent that it
subsequently blossomed into. Since their names were coupledthoughsince
he was her declared favouritewhere was the particular necessity to
proclaim it to the rank and file from the housetopsthe factnamelythat he
had shared her bedroom which came out in the witnessbox on oath when a
thrill went through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the
shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on such and such a
particular date in the act of scrambling out of an upstairs apartment with
the assistance of a ladder in night apparelhaving gained admittance in the
same fashiona fact the weekliesaddicted to the lubric a littlesimply


coined shoals of money out of. Whereas the simple fact of the case was it
was simply a case of the husband not being up to the scratchwith nothing
in common between them beyond the nameand then a real man arriving on
the scenestrong to the verge of weaknessfalling a victim to her siren
charms and forgetting home tiesthe usual sequelto bask in the loved one's
smiles. The eternal question of the life connubialneedless to saycropped
up. Can real lovesupposing there happens to be another chap in the case
exist between married folk? Poser. Though it was no concern of theirs
absolutely if he regarded her with affectioncarried away by a wave of
folly. A magnificent specimen of manhood he was truly augmented
obviously by gifts of a high orderas compared with the other military
supernumerary that is (who was just the usual everyday FAREWELLMY
GALLANT CAPTAIN kind of an individual in the light dragoonsthe l8th hussars
to be accurate) and inflammable doubtless (the fallen leaderthat isnot the
other) in his own peculiar way which she of coursewomanquickly
perceived as highly likely to carve his way to fame which he almost bid fair
to do till the priests and ministers of the gospel as a wholehis erstwhile
staunch adherentsand his beloved evicted tenants for whom he had done
yeoman service in the rural parts of the country by taking up the cudgels on
their behalf in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectationsvery
effectually cooked his matrimonial goosethereby heaping coals of fire on
his head much in the same way as the fabled ass's kick. Looking back now
in a retrospective kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of dream. And
then coming back was the worst thing you ever did because it went without
saying you would feel out of place as things always moved with the times.
Whyas he reflectedIrishtown stranda locality he had not been in for
quite a number of years looked different somehow sinceas it happenedhe
went to reside on the north side. North or southhoweverit was just the
wellknown case of hot passionpure and simpleupsetting the applecart
with a vengeance and just bore out the very thing he was saying as she also
was Spanish or half sotypes that wouldn't do things by halvespassionate
abandon of the southcasting every shred of decency to the winds.

--Just bears out what I was sayinghewith glowing bosom said to Stephen
about blood and the sun. Andif I don't greatly mistake she was Spanish
too.

--The king of Spain's daughterStephen answeredadding something or
other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanish onions and
the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and
so many.

--Was she? Bloom ejaculatedsurprised though not astonished by any
meansI never heard that rumour before. Possibleespecially thereit was
as she lived there. SoSpain.

Carefully avoiding a book in his pocket SWEETS OFwhich reminded
him by the by of that Cap l street library book out of datehe took out his
pocketbook andturning over the various contents it contained rapidly
finally he.

--Do you considerby the byhe saidthoughtfully selecting a faded photo
which he laid on the tablethat a Spanish type?

Stephenobviously addressedlooked down on the photo showing a
large sized lady with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion as
she was in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously
low for the occasion to give a liberal display of bosomwith more than
vision of breastsher full lips parted and some perfect teethstanding near
ostensibly with gravitya piano on the rest of which was IN OLD MADRIDa
balladpretty in its waywhich was then all the vogue. Her (the lady's)
eyesdarklargelooked at Stephenabout to smile about something to be
admiredLafayette of Westmoreland streetDublin's premier photographic
artistbeing responsible for the esthetic execution.


--Mrs Bloommy wife the PRIMA DONNA Madam Marion TweedyBloom
indicated. Taken a few years since. In or about ninety six. Very like her
then.

Beside the young man he looked also at the photo of the lady now his 1440
legal wife whohe intimatedwas the accomplished daughter of Major
Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a
singer having even made her bow to the public when her years numbered
barely sweet sixteen. As for the face it was a speaking likeness in expression
but it did not do justice to her figure which came in for a lot of notice
usually and which did not come out to the best advantage in that getup. She
could without difficultyhe saidhave posed for the ensemblenot to dwell
on certain opulent curves of the. He dweltbeing a bit of an artist in his
spare timeon the female form in general developmentally becauseas it so
happenedno later than that afternoon he had seen those Grecian statues1450
perfectly developed as works of artin the National Museum. Marble could
give the originalshouldersbackall the symmetryall the rest. Yes
puritanismeit does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors
(Bandez!) Figne toi trop. Whereas no photo could because it simply wasn't
art in a word.

The spirit moving him he would much have liked to follow Jack Tar's
good example and leave the likeness there for a very few minutes to speak
for itself on the plea he so that the other could drink in the beauty for
himselfher stage presence beingfranklya treat in itself which the camera
could not at all do justice to. But it was scarcely professional etiquette so.
Though it was a warm pleasant sort of a night now yet wonderfully cool
for the season consideringfor sunshine after storm. And he did feel a kind
of need there and then to follow suit like a kind of inward voice and satisfy
a possible need by moving a motion. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the
slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curvesnone the worse for wear
howeverand looked away thoughtfully with the intention of not further
increasing the other's possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry
of heaving EMBONPOINT. In fact the slight soiling was only an added charm
like the case of linen slightly soiledgood as newmuch better in fact with
the starch out. Suppose she was gone when he? I looked for the lamp which
she told me came into his mind but merely as a passing fancy of his because
he then recollected the morning littered bed etcetera and the book about
Ruby with met him pike hoses (SIC) in it which must have fell down
sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to
Lindley Murray.

The vicinity of the young man he certainly relishededucated
DISTINGUE and impulsive into the bargainfar and away the pick of the
bunch though you wouldn't think he had it in him yet you would. Besides
he said the picture was handsome whichsay what you likeit was though at
the moment she was distinctly stouter. And why not? An awful lot of
makebelieve went on about that sort of thing involving a lifelong slur with
the usual splash page of gutterpress about the same old matrimonial tangle
alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage favourite
instead of being honest and aboveboard about the whole business. How
they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between the two so
that their names were coupled in the public eye was told in court with letters
containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no
loophole to show that they openly cohabited two or three times a week at
some wellknown seaside hotel and relationswhen the thing ran its normal
coursebecame in due course intimate. Then the decree NISI and the King's
proctor tries to show cause why andhe failing to quash itNISI was made
absolute. But as for that the two misdemeanantswrapped up as they largely
were in one anothercould safely afford to ignore it as they very largely did
till the matter was put in the hands of a solicitor who filed a petition for
the party wronged in due course. HeBenjoyed the distinction of being close
to Erin's uncrowned king in the flesh when the thing occurred on the


historic FRACAS when the fallen leader'swho notoriously stuck to his guns to
the last drop even when clothed in the mantle of adultery(leader's) trusty
henchmen to the number of ten or a dozen or possibly even more than that
penetrated into the printing works of the INSUPPRESSIBLE or no it was UNITED
IRELAND (a by no means by the by appropriate appellative) and broke up the
typecases with hammers or something like that all on account of some
scurrilous effusions from the facile pens of the O'Brienite scribes at the
usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the erstwhile tribune's private
morals. Though palpably a radically altered man he was still a commanding
figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that look of settled purpose
which went a long way with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their
vast discomfiture that their idol had feet of clay after placing him upon a
pedestal which shehoweverwas the first to perceive. As those were
particularly hot times in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor
injury from a nasty prod of some chap's elbow in the crowd that of course
congregated lodging some place about the pit of the stomachfortunately
not of a grave character. His hat (Parnell's) a silk one was inadvertently
knocked off andas a matter of strict historyBloom was the man who
picked it up in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return
it to him (and return it to him he did with the utmost celerity) who panting
and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the time all
the same being a gentleman born with a stake in the country heas a matter
of facthaving gone into it more for the kudos of the thing than anything
elsewhat's bred in the bone instilled into him in infancy at his mother's
knee in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once
because he turned round to the donor and thanked him with perfect
APLOMBsaying: THANK YOUSIRthough in a very different tone of voice
from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to
rights earlier in the course of the dayhistory repeating itself with a
differenceafter the burial of a mutual friend when they had left him alone
in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the
grave.

On the other hand what incensed him more inwardly was the blatant
jokes of the cabman and so on who passed it all off as a jestlaughing 1530
immoderatelypretending to understand everythingthe why and the
whereforeand in reality not knowing their own mindsit being a case for
the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the legitimate husband
happened to be a party to it owing to some anonymous letter from the usual
boy Joneswho happened to come across them at the crucial moment in a
loving position locked in one another's armsdrawing attention to their
illicit proceedings and leading up to a domestic rumpus and the erring fair
one begging forgiveness of her lord and master upon her knees and
promising to sever the connection and not receive his visits any more if only
the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter and let bygones be
bygones with tears in her eyes though possibly with her tongue in her fair
cheek at the same time as quite possibly there were several others. He
personallybeing of a sceptical biasbelieved and didn't make the smallest
bones about saying so either that man or men in the plural were always
hanging around on the waiting list about a ladyeven supposing she was the
best wife in the world and they got on fairly well together for the sake of
argumentwhenneglecting her dutiesshe chose to be tired of wedded life
and was on for a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their attentions
on her with improper intentthe upshot being that her affections centred on
anotherthe cause of many LIAISONS between still attractive married women
getting on for fair and forty and younger menno doubt as several famous
cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt.

It was a thousand pities a young fellowblessed with an allowance of
brains as his neighbour obviously wasshould waste his valuable time with
profligate women who might present him with a nice dose to last him his
lifetime. In the nature of single blessedness he would one day take unto
himself a wife when Miss Right came on the scene but in the interim ladies'
society was a CONDITIO SINE QUA NON though he had the gravest possible


doubtsnot that he wanted in the smallest to pump Stephen about Miss
Ferguson (who was very possibly the particular lodestar who brought him
down to Irishtown so early in the morning)as to whether he would find
much satisfaction basking in the boy and girl courtship idea and the
company of smirking misses without a penny to their names bi or triweekly
with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking
out leading up to fond lovers' ways and flowers and chocs. To think of him
house and homelessrooked by some landlady worse than any stepmother
was really too bad at his age. The queer suddenly things he popped out with
attracted the elder man who was several years the other's senior or like his
father but something substantial he certainly ought to eat even were it only
an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment orfailing thatthe
homely Humpty Dumpty boiled.

--At what o'clock did you dine? he questioned of the slim form and tired
though unwrinkled face.

--Some time yesterdayStephen said.

--Yesterday! exclaimed Bloom till he remembered it was already tomorrow
Friday. Ahyou mean it's after twelve!

--The day before yesterdayStephen saidimproving on himself.

Literally astounded at this piece of intelligence Bloom reflected.
Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain analogy there
somehow was as if both their minds were travellingso to speakin the one
train of thought. At his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of
years previously when he had been a QUASI aspirant to parliamentary
honours in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect (which
was a source of keen satisfaction in itself) he had a sneaking regard for
those same ultra ideas. For instance when the evicted tenants questionthen
at its first inceptionbulked largely in people's mind thoughit goes
without sayingnot contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to
its dictumssome of which wouldn't exactly hold waterhe at the outset in
principle at all events was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession as
voicing the trend of modern opinion (a partialityhoweverwhichrealising
his mistakehe was subsequently partially cured of) and even was twitted
with going a step farther than Michael Davitt in the striking views he at one
time inculcated as a backtothelanderwhich was one reason he strongly
resented the innuendo put upon him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend
at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that hethough often
considerably misunderstood and the least pugnacious of mortalsbe it
repeateddeparted from his customary habit to give him (metaphorically)
one in the gizzard thoughso far as politics themselves were concernedhe
was only too conscious of the casualties invariably resulting from
propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the misery and suffering
it entailed as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellowschiefly
destruction of the fittestin a word.

Anyhow upon weighing up the pros and consgetting on for oneas it
wasit was high time to be retiring for the night. The crux was it was a bit
risky to bring him home as eventualities might possibly ensue (somebody
having a temper of her own sometimes) and spoil the hash altogether as on
the night he misguidedly brought home a dog (breed unknown) with a lame
paw (not that the cases were either identical or the reverse though he had
hurt his hand too) to Ontario Terrace as he very distinctly remembered
having been thereso to speak. On the other hand it was altogether far and
away too late for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that he was
in some perplexity as to which of the two alternatives. Everything pointed to
the fact that it behoved him to avail himself to the full of the opportunity
all things considered. His initial impression was he was a shade standoffish
or not over effusive but it grew on him someway. For one thing he mightn't
what you call jump at the ideaif approachedand what mostly worried him


was he didn't know how to lead up to it or word it exactlysupposing he did
entertain the proposalas it would afford him very great personal pleasure if
he would allow him to help to put coin in his way or some wardrobeif
found suitable. At all events he wound up by concludingeschewing for the
nonce hidebound precedenta cup of Epps's cocoa and a shakedown for
the night plus the use of a rug or two and overcoat doubled into a pillow at
least he would be in safe hands and as warm as a toast on a trivet he failed
to perceive any very vast amount of harm in that always with the proviso no
rumpus of any sort was kicked up. A move had to be made because that
merry old soulthe grasswidower in question who appeared to be glued to
the spotdidn't appear in any particular hurry to wend his way home to his
dearly beloved Queenstown and it was highly likely some sponger's
bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no bar off Sheriff street
lower would be the best clue to that equivocal character's whereabouts for a
few days to comealternately racking their feelings (the mermaids') with
sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the tropical calculated to freeze
the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms
betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the accompaniment of large
potations of potheen and the usual blarney about himself for as to who he
in reality was let x equal my right name and addressas Mr Algebra
remarks PASSIM. At the same time he inwardly chuckled over his gentle
repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his god being a jew. People
could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a
bite from a sheep. The most vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. Your
god was a jew. Because mostly they appeared to imagine he came from
Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the county Sligo.

--I proposeour hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while
prudently pocketing her photoas it's rather stuffy here you just come home
with me and talk things over. My diggings are quite close in the vicinity.
You can't drink that stuff. Do you like cocoa? Wait. I'll just pay this lot.

The best plan clearly being to clear outthe remainder being plain
sailinghe beckonedwhile prudently pocketing the phototo the keeper of
the shanty who didn't seem to.

--Yesthat's the besthe assured Stephen to whom for the matter of that
Brazen Head or him or anywhere else was all more or less.

All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his (B's) busy brain
education (the genuine article)literaturejournalismprize titbitsup to
date billingconcert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros
and seaside theatresturning money awayduets in Italian with the accent
perfectly true to nature and a quantity of other thingsno necessityof
courseto tell the world and his wife from the housetops about itand a
slice of luck. An opening was all was wanted. Because he more than suspected
he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which it was quite on the cards
he had so it would be just as wellby the way no harmto trail the
conversation in the direction of that particular red herring just to.

The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former
viceroyearl Cadoganhad presided at the cabdrivers' association dinner in
London somewhere. Silence with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling
announcement. Then the old specimen in the corner who appeared to have
some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left
Euston for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect. To which
absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why.

--Give us a squint at that literaturegrandfatherthe ancient mariner put
inmanifesting some natural impatience.

--And welcomeanswered the elderly party thus addressed.

The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles


which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears.

--Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage like the townclerk
queried.

--Whyanswered the seafarer with the tartan beardwho seemingly was a
bit of a literary cove in his own small waystaring out of seagreen portholes
as you might well describe them asI uses goggles reading. Sand in the Red
Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the darkmanner of
speaking. THE ARABIAN NIGHTS ENTERTAINMENT was my favourite and RED AS
A ROSE IS SHE.

Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only
knows whatfound drowned or the exploits of King WillowIremonger
having made a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts
during which time (completely regardless of Ire) the keeper was intensely
occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which
manifestly pinched him as he muttered against whoever it was sold itall of
them who were sufficiently awake enough to be picked out by their facial
expressionsthat is to sayeither simply looking on glumly or passing a
trivial remark.

To cut a long story short Bloomgrasping the situationwas the first
to rise from his seat so as not to outstay their welcome having first and
foremostbeing as good as his word that he would foot the bill for the
occasiontaken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as
a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the others were not looking
to the effect that the amount due was forthcomingmaking a grand total of
fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppersliterally
the last of the Mohicans)he having previously spotted on the printed
pricelist for all who ran to read opposite him in unmistakable figurescoffee
2dconfectionery doand honestly well worth twice the money once in a
wayas Wetherup used to remark.

--Comehe counselled to close the SEANCE.

Seeing that the ruse worked and the coast was clear they left the
shelter or shanty together and the ELITE society of oilskin and company
whom nothing short of an earthquake would move out of their DOLCE FAR
NIENTE. Stephenwho confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out
paused at thefor a momentthe door.

--One thing I never understoodhe said to be original on the spur of the
moment. Why they put tables upside down at nightI mean chairs upside
downon the tables in cafes.
To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a
moment's hesitationsaying straight off:

--To sweep the floor in the morning.

So saying he skipped aroundnimbly consideringfrankly at the same
time apologetic to get on his companion's righta habit of hisby the bye
his right side beingin classical idiomhis tender Achilles. The night air
was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a bit weak on
his pins.

--It will (the air) do you goodBloom saidmeaning also the walkin a
moment. The only thing is to walk then you'll feel a different man. Come.
It's not far. Lean on me.

Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's right and led him on
accordingly.

--YesStephen said uncertainly because he thought he felt a strange kind of


flesh of a different man approach himsinewless and wobbly and all that.

Anyhow they passed the sentrybox with stonesbrazier etc. where the
municipal supernumeraryex Gumleywas still to all intents and purposes
wrapped in the arms of Murphyas the adage has itdreaming of fresh
fields and pastures new. And APROPOS of coffin of stones the analogy was
not at all bad as it was in fact a stoning to death on the part of seventytwo
out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the time of the split and
chiefly the belauded peasant classprobably the selfsame evicted tenants he
had put in their holdings.

So they turned on to chatting about musica form of art for which
Bloomas a pure amateurpossessed the greatest loveas they made tracks
arm in arm across Beresford place. Wagnerian musicthough confessedly
grand in its waywas a bit too heavy for Bloom and hard to follow at the
first go-off but the music of Mercadante's HUGUENOTSMeyerbeer's SEVEN
LAST WORDS ON THE CROSS and Mozart's TWELFTH MASS he simply revelled in
the GLORIA in that beingto his mindthe acme of first class music as such
literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat. He infinitely preferred
the sacred music of the catholic church to anything the opposite shop could
offer in that line such as those Moody and Sankey hymns or BID ME TO LIVE
AND I WILL LIVE THY PROTESTANT TO BE. He also yielded to none in his
admiration of Rossini's STABAT MATERa work simply abounding in
immortal numbersin which his wifeMadam Marion Tweedymade a hita
veritable sensationhe might safely saygreatly adding to her other laureis
and putting the others totally in the shadein the jesuit fathers' church in
upper Gardiner streetthe sacred edifice being thronged to the doors to hear
her with virtuososor VIRTUOSI rather. There was the unanimous opinion
that there was none to come up to her and suffice it to say in a place of
worship for music of a sacred character there was a generally voiced desire
for an encore. On the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the
DON GIOVANNI description and MARTHAa gem in its linehe had a PENCHANT
though with only a surface knowledgefor the severe classical school such
as Mendelssohn. And talking of thattaking it for granted he knew all about
the old favouriteshe mentioned PAR EXCELLENCE Lionel's air in MARTHA
M'APPARIwhichcuriously enoughhe had heard or overheardto be more
accurateon yesterdaya privilege he keenly appreciatedfrom the lips of
Stephen's respected fathersung to perfectiona study of the numberin
factwhich made all the others take a back seat. Stephenin reply to a
politely put querysaid he didn't sing it but launched out into praises of
Shakespeare's songsat least of in or about that periodthe lutenist
Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalistwho ANNO
LUDENDO HAUSIDOULANDUSan instrument he was contemplating purchasing
from Mr Arnold Dolmetschwhom B. did not quite recall though the name
certainly sounded familiarfor sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with
their DUX and COMES conceits and Byrd (William) who played the virginals
he saidin the Queen's chapel or anywhere else he found them and one
Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull.

On the roadway which they were approaching whilst still speaking
beyond the swingchains a horsedragging a sweeperpaced on the paven
groundbrushing a long swathe of mire up so that with the noise Bloom
was not perfectly certain whether he had caught aright the allusion to
sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. He inquired if it was John Bull the political
celebrity of that ilkas it struck himthe two identical namesas a
striking coincidence.

By the chains the horse slowly swerved to turnwhich perceiving
Bloomwho was keeping a sharp lookout as usualplucked the other's
sleeve gentlyjocosely remarking:

--Our lives are in peril tonight. Beware of the steamroller.

They thereupon stopped. Bloom looked at the head of a horse not


worth anything like sixtyfive guineassuddenly in evidence in the dark quite
near so that it seemed newa different grouping of bones and even flesh
because palpably it was a fourwalkera hipshakera blackbuttockera
taildanglera headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord
of his creation sat on the perchbusy with his thoughts. But such a good
poor brute he was sorry he hadn't a lump of sugar butas he wisely
reflectedyou could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might
crop up. He was just a big nervous foolish noodly kind of a horsewithout
a second care in the world. But even a doghe reflectedtake that mongrel
in Barney Kiernan'sof the same sizewould be a holy horror to face. But it
was no animal's fault in particular if he was built that way like the camel
ship of the desertdistilling grapes into potheen in his hump. Nine tenths of
them all could be caged or trainednothing beyond the art of man barring
the bees. Whale with a harpoon hairpinalligator tickle the small of his
back and he sees the jokechalk a circle for a roostertiger my eagle eye.
These timely reflections anent the brutes of the field occupied his mind
somewhat distracted from Stephen's words while the ship of the street was
manoeuvring and Stephen went on about the highly interesting old.

--What's this I was saying? Ahyes! My wifehe intimatedplunging IN
MEDIAS RESwould have the greatest of pleasure in making your
acquaintance as she is passionately attached to music of any kind.

He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen
image of his motherwhich was not quite the same as the usual handsome
blackguard type they unquestionably had an insatiable hankering after as
he was perhaps not that way built.

Stillsupposing he had his father's gift as he more than suspectedit
opened up new vistas in his mind such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries
concert on the preceding Mondayand aristocracy in general.

Exquisite variations he was now describing on an air YOUTH HERE HAS
END by Jans Pieter Sweelincka Dutchman of Amsterdam where the frows
come from. Even more he liked an old German song of JOHANNES JEEP
about the clear sea and the voices of sirenssweet murderers of men
which boggled Bloom a bit:

VON DER SIRENEN LISTIGKEIT
TUN DIE POETEN DICHTEN.


These opening bars he sang and translated EXTEMPORE. Bloom
noddingsaid he perfectly understood and begged him to go on by all
means which he did.

A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like thatthe rarest of boons
which Bloom appreciated at the very first note he got outcould easilyif
properly handled by some recognised authority on voice production such as
Barraclough and being able to read music into the bargaincommand its
own price where baritones were ten a penny and procure for its fortunate
possessor in the near future an ENTREE into fashionable houses in the best
residential quarters of financial magnates in a large way of business and
titled people where with his university degree of B. A. (a huge ad in its way)
and gentlemanly bearing to all the more influence the good impression he
would infallibly score a distinct successbeing blessed with brains which
also could be utilised for the purpose and other requisitesif his clothes
were properly attended to so as to the better worm his way into their good
graces as hea youthful tyro in--society's sartorial nicetieshardly
understood how a little thing like that could militate against you. It was in
fact only a matter of months and he could easily foresee him participating
in their musical and artistic CONVERSAZIONES during the festivities of the
Christmas seasonfor choicecausing a slight flutter in the dovecotes of the
fair sex and being made a lot of by ladies out for sensationcases of which
as he happened to knowwere on record--in factwithout giving the show


awayhe himself once upon a timeif he cared tocould easily have. Added
to which of course would be the pecuniary emolument by no mean.s to be
sneezed atgoing hand in hand with his tuition fees. Nothe parenthesised
that for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric
platform as a walk in life for any lengthy space of time. But a step in the
required direction it was beyond yea or nay and both monetarily and
mentally it contained no reflection on his dignity in the smallest and it
often turned in uncommonly handy to be handed a cheque at a muchneeded
moment when every little helped. Besidesthough taste latterly had
deteriorated to a degreeoriginal music like thatdifferent from the
conventional rutwould rapidly have a great vogue as it would be a decided
novelty for Dublin's musical world after the usual hackneyed run of catchy
tenor solos foisted on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton
St Just and their GENUS OMNE. Yesbeyond a shadow of a doubt he could
with all the cards in his hand and he had a capital opening to make a name
for himself and win a high place in the city's esteem where he could
command a stiff figure andbooking aheadgive a grand concert for the
patrons of the King street housegiven a backerupif one were forthcoming
to kick him upstairsso to speaka big IFhoweverwith some impetus of the
goahead sort to obviate the inevitable procrastination which often tripped
-up a too much feted prince of good fellows. And it need not detract from
the other by one iota asbeing his own masterhe would have heaps of time
to practise literature in his spare moments when desirous of so doing
without its clashing with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory
whatsoever as it was a matter for himself alone. In facthe had the ball at
his feet and that was the very reason why the otherpossessed of a
remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sorthung on to him at all.

The horse was just then. And later on at a propitious opportunity he
purposed (Bloom did)without anyway prying into his private affairs on the
FOOLS STEP IN WHERE ANGELS principleadvising him to sever his connection
with a certain budding practitioner whohe noticedwas prone to disparage
and even to a slight extent with some hilarious pretext when not present
deprecate himor whatever you like to call it which in Bloom's humble
opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that side of a person's characterno pun
intended.

The horse having reached the end of his tetherso to speakhalted
andrearing high a proud feathering tailadded his quota by letting fall on
the floor which the brush would soon brush up and polishthree smoking
globes of turds. Slowly three timesone after anotherfrom a full crupper he
mired. And humanely his driver waited till he (or she) had endedpatient in
his scythed car.

Side by side Bloomprofiting by the CONTRETEMPSwith Stephen passed
through the gap of the chainsdivided by the uprightandstepping over a
strand of mirewent across towards Gardiner street lowerStephen singing
more boldlybut not loudlythe end of the ballad.

UND ALLE SCHIFFE BRUCKEN.

The driver never said a wordgoodbad or indifferentbut merely
watched the two figuresas he sat on his lowbacked carboth blackone
fullone leanwalk towards the railway bridgeTO BE MARRIED BY FATHER
MAHER. As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing
their TETE-A-TETE (whichof coursehe was utterly out of) about sirens
enemies of man's reasonmingled with a number of other topics of the same
categoryusurpershistorical cases of the kind while the man in the sweeper
car or you might as well call it in the sleeper car who in any case couldn't
possibly hear because they were too far simply sat in his seat near the end of
lower Gardiner street AND LOOKED AFTER THEIR LOWBACKED CAR.

* * * * * * *


What parallel courses did Bloom and Stephen follow returning?

Starting united both at normal walking pace from Beresford place they
followed in the order named Lower and Middle Gardiner streets and
Mountjoy squarewest: thenat reduced paceeach bearing leftGardiner's
place by an inadvertence as far as the farther corner of Temple street: then
at reduced pace with interruptions of haltbearing rightTemple street
northas far as Hardwicke place. Approachingdisparateat relaxed
walking pace they crossed both the circus before George's church
diametricallythe chord in any circle being less than the arc which it
subtends.

Of what did the duumvirate deliberate during their itinerary?

MusicliteratureIrelandDublinParisfriendshipwomanprostitution
dietthe influence of gaslight or the light of arc and glowlamps on the
growth of adjoining paraheliotropic treesexposed corporation emergency
dustbucketsthe Roman catholic churchecclesiastical celibacythe Irish
nationjesuit educationcareersthe study of medicinethe past daythe
maleficent influence of the presabbathStephen's collapse.

Did Bloom discover common factors of similarity between their respective
like and unlike reactions to experience?

Both were sensitive to artistic impressionsmusical in preference to plastic
or pictorial. Both preferred a continental to an insular manner of lifea
cisatlantic to a transatlantic place of residence. Both indurated by early
domestic training and an inherited tenacity of heterodox resistance
professed their disbelief in many orthodox religiousnationalsocial and
ethical doctrines. Both admitted the alternately stimulating and obtunding
influence of heterosexual magnetism.

Were their views on some points divergent?

Stephen dissented openly from Bloom's views on the importance of dietary
and civic selfhelp while Bloom dissented tacitly from Stephen's views on the
eternal affirmation of the spirit of man in literature. Bloom assented
covertly to Stephen's rectification of the anachronism involved in assigning
the date of the conversion of the Irish nation to christianity from druidism
by Patrick son of Calpornusson of Potitusson of Odyssussent by pope
Celestine I in the year 432 in the reign of Leary to the year 260 or
thereabouts in the reign of Cormac MacArt (died 266 A.D.)suffocated by
imperfect deglutition of aliment at Sletty and interred at Rossnaree. The
collapse which Bloom ascribed to gastric inanition and certain chemical
compounds of varying degrees of adulteration and alcoholic strength
accelerated by mental exertion and the velocity of rapid circular motion in a
relaxing atmosphereStephen attributed to the reapparition of a matutinal
cloud (perceived by both from two different points of observation
Sandycove and Dublin) at first no bigger than a woman's hand.

Was there one point on which their views were equal and negative?

The influence of gaslight or electric light on the growth of adjoining
paraheliotropic trees.

Had Bloom discussed similar subjects during nocturnal perambulations in
the past?


In 1884 with Owen Goldberg and Cecil Turnbull at night on public
thoroughfares between Longwood avenue and Leonard's corner and
Leonard's corner and Synge street and Synge street and Bloomfield avenue.

In 1885 with Percy Apjohn in the eveningsreclined against the wall
between Gibraltar villa and Bloomfield house in Crumlinbarony of
Uppercross. In 1886 occasionally with casual acquaintances and
prospective purchasers on doorstepsin front parloursin third class
railway carriages of suburban lines. In 1888 frequently with major Brian
Tweedy and his daughter Miss Marion Tweedytogether and separately on
the lounge in Matthew Dillon's house in Roundtown. Once in 1892 and
once in 1893 with Julius (Juda) Mastianskyon both occasions in the
parlour of his (Bloom's) house in Lombard streetwest.

What reflection concerning the irregular sequence of dates 18841885
18861888189218931904 did Bloom make before their arrival at their
destination?

He reflected that the progressive extension of the field of individual
development and experience was regressively accompanied by a restriction
of the converse domain of interindividual relations.

As in what ways?

From inexistence to existence he came to many and was as one received:
existence with existence he was with any as any with any: from existence
to nonexistence gone he would be by all as none perceived.

What act did Bloom make on their arrival at their destination?

At the housesteps of the 4th Of the equidifferent uneven numbersnumber 7
Eccles streethe inserted his hand mechanically into the back pocket of
his trousers to obtain his latchkey.

Was it there?

It was in the corresponding pocket of the trousers which he had worn on
the day but one preceding.

Why was he doubly irritated?

Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded
himself twice not to forget.

What were then the alternatives before thepremeditatedly (respectively)
and inadvertentlykeyless couple?

To enter or not to enter. To knock or not to knock.

Bloom's decision?

A stratagem. Resting his feet on the dwarf wallhe climbed over the area
railingscompressed his hat on his headgrasped two points at the lower
union of rails and stileslowered his body gradually by its length of
five feet nine inches and a half to within two feet ten inches of the
area pavement and allowed his body to move freely in space by separating


himself from the railings and crouching in preparation for the impact of
the fall.

Did he fall?

By his body's known weight of eleven stone and four pounds in avoirdupois
measureas certified by the graduated machine for periodical selfweighing
in the premises of Francis Froedmanpharmaceutical chemist of 19
Frederick streetnorthon the last feast of the Ascensionto witthe
twelfth day of May of the bissextile year one thousand nine hundred and
four of the christian era (jewish era five thousand six hundred and
sixtyfourmohammadan era one thousand three hundred and twentytwo)
golden number 5epact 13solar cycle 9dominical letters C BRoman
indiction 2Julian period 6617MCMIV.

Did he rise uninjured by concussion?

Regaining new stable equilibrium he rose uninjured though concussed by
the impactraised the latch of the area door by the exertion of force at its
freely moving flange and by leverage of the first kind applied at its fulcrum
gained retarded access to the kitchen through the subadjacent scullery
ignited a lucifer match by frictionset free inflammable coal gas by
turningon the ventcocklit a high flame whichby regulatinghe reduced to
quiescent candescence and lit finally a portable candle.

What discrete succession of images did Stephen meanwhile perceive?

Reclined against the area railings he perceived through the transparent
kitchen panes a man regulating a gasflame of 14 CPa man lighting a
candle of 1 CPa man removing in turn each of his two bootsa man
leaving the kitchen holding a candle.

Did the man reappear elsewhere?

After a lapse of four minutes the glimmer of his candle was discernible
through the semitransparent semicircular glass fanlight over the halldoor.
The halldoor turned gradually on its hinges. In the open space of the
doorway the man reappeared without his hatwith his candle.

Did Stephen obey his sign?

Yesentering softlyhe helped to close and chain the door and followed
softly along the hallway the man's back and listed feet and lighted candle
past a lighted crevice of doorway on the left and carefully down a turning
staircase of more than five steps into the kitchen of Bloom's house.

What did Bloom do?

He extinguished the candle by a sharp expiration of breath upon its flame
drew two spoonseat deal chairs to the hearthstoneone for Stephen with its
back to the area windowthe other for himself when necessaryknelt on one
kneecomposed in the grate a pyre of crosslaid resintipped sticks and
various coloured papers and irregular polygons of best Abram coal at
twentyone shillings a ton from the yard of Messrs Flower and M'Donald of
14 D'Olier streetkindled it at three projecting points of paper with one
ignited lucifer matchthereby releasing the potential energy contained in the
fuel by allowing its carbon and hydrogen elements to enter into free union
with the oxygen of the air.


Of what similar apparitions did Stephen think?

Of others elsewhere in other times whokneeling on one knee or on two
had kindled fires for himof Brother Michael in the infirmary of the college
of the Society of Jesus at Clongowes WoodSallinsin the county of
Kildare: of his fatherSimon Dedalusin an unfurnished room of his first
residence in Dublinnumber thirteen Fitzgibbon street: of his godmother
Miss Kate Morkan in the house of her dying sister Miss Julia Morkan at 15
Usher's Island: of his aunt Sarawife of Richie (Richard) Gouldingin the
kitchen of their lodgings at 62 Clanbrassil street: of his mother Marywife
of Simon Dedalusin the kitchen of number twelve North Richmond street
on the morning of the feast of Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of the dean of
studiesFather Buttin the physics' theatre of university College16
Stephen's Greennorth: of his sister Dilly (Delia) in his father's house in
Cabra.

What did Stephen see on raising his gaze to the height of a yard from the
fire towards the opposite wall?

Under a row of five coiled spring housebells a curvilinear ropestretched
between two holdfasts athwart across the recess beside the chimney pier
from which hung four smallsized square handkerchiefs folded unattached
consecutively in adjacent rectangles and one pair of ladies' grey hose with
Lisle suspender tops and feet in their habitual position clamped by three
erect wooden pegs two at their outer extremities and the third at their point
of junction.

What did Bloom see on the range?

On the right (smaller) hob a blue enamelled saucepan: on the left (larger)
hob a black iron kettle.

What did Bloom do at the range?

He removed the saucepan to the left hobrose and carried the iron kettle to
the sink in order to tap the current by turning the faucet to let it flow.

Did it flow?

Yes. From Roundwood reservoir in county Wicklow of a cubic capacity of
2400 million gallonspercolating through a subterranean aqueduct of filter
mains of single and double pipeage constructed at an initial plant cost of 5
pounds per linear yard by way of the DargleRathdownGlen of the Downs and
Callowhill to the 26 acre reservoir at Stillorgana distance of 22 statute
milesand thencethrough a system of relieving tanksby a gradient of 250
feet to the city boundary at Eustace bridgeupper Leeson streetthough
from prolonged summer drouth and daily supply of 12 1/2 million gallons the
water had fallen below the sill of the overflow weir for which reason the
borough surveyor and waterworks engineerMr Spencer HartyC. E.on
the instructions of the waterworks committee had prohibited the use of
municipal water for purposes other than those of consumption (envisaging
the possibility of recourse being had to the impotable water of the Grand
and Royal canals as in 1893) particularly as the South Dublin Guardians
notwithstanding their ration of 15 gallons per day per pauper supplied
through a 6 inch meterhad been convicted of a wastage of 20000 gallons
per night by a reading of their meter on the affirmation of the law agent of
the corporationMr Ignatius Ricesolicitorthereby acting to the detriment
of another section of the publicselfsupporting taxpayerssolventsound.


What in water did Bloomwaterloverdrawer of waterwatercarrier
returning to the rangeadmire?

Its universality: its democratic equality and constancy to its nature in
seeking its own level: its vastness in the ocean of Mercator's projection: its
unplumbed profundity in the Sundam trench of the Pacific exceeding 8000
fathoms: the restlessness of its waves and surface particles visiting in turn
all points of its seaboard: the independence of its units: the variability of
states of sea: its hydrostatic quiescence in calm: its hydrokinetic turgidity
in neap and spring tides: its subsidence after devastation: its sterility in
the circumpolar icecapsarctic and antarctic: its climatic and commercial
significance: its preponderance of 3 to 1 over the dry land of the globe: its
indisputable hegemony extending in square leagues over all the region
below the subequatorial tropic of Capricorn: the multisecular stability of its
primeval basin: its luteofulvous bed: its capacity to dissolve and hold in
solution all soluble substances including millions of tons of the most
precious metals: its slow erosions of peninsulas and islandsits persistent
formation of homothetic islandspeninsulas and downwardtending
promontories: its alluvial deposits: its weight and volume and density: its
imperturbability in lagoons and highland tarns: its gradation of colours
in the torrid and temperate and frigid zones: its vehicular ramifications in
continental lakecontained streams and confluent oceanflowing rivers with
their tributaries and transoceanic currentsgulfstreamnorth and south
equatorial courses: its violence in seaquakeswaterspoutsArtesian wells
eruptionstorrentseddiesfreshetsspatesgroundswellswatersheds
waterpartingsgeyserscataractswhirlpoolsmaelstromsinundations
delugescloudbursts: its vast circumterrestrial ahorizontal curve: its
secrecy in springs and latent humidityrevealed by rhabdomantic or
hygrometric instruments and exemplified by the well by the hole in the
wall at Ashtown gatesaturation of airdistillation of dew: the
simplicity of its compositiontwo constituent parts of hydrogen with
one constituent part of oxygen: its healing virtues: its buoyancy
in the waters of the Dead Sea: its persevering penetrativeness
in runnelsgulliesinadequate damsleaks on shipboard: its properties
for cleansingquenching thirst and firenourishing vegetation: its
infallibility as paradigm and paragon: its metamorphoses as vapourmist
cloudrainsleetsnowhail: its strength in rigid hydrants: its variety
of forms in loughs and bays and gulfs and bights and guts and lagoons and
atolls and archipelagos and sounds and fjords and minches and tidal
estuaries and arms of sea: its solidity in glaciersicebergsicefloes: its
docility in working hydraulic millwheelsturbinesdynamoselectric power
stationsbleachworkstanneriesscutchmills: its utility in canals
riversif navigablefloating and graving docks: its potentiality
derivable from harnessed tides or watercourses falling from level to
level: its submarine fauna and flora (anacousticphotophobe)
numericallyif not literallythe inhabitants of the globe: its ubiquity
as constituting 90 percent of the human body: the noxiousness of its
effluvia in lacustrine marshespestilential fensfaded flowerwater
stagnant pools in the waning moon.

Having set the halffilled kettle on the now burning coalswhy did he
return to the stillflowing tap?

To wash his soiled hands with a partially consumed tablet of Barrington's
lemonflavoured soapto which paper still adhered(bought thirteen hours
previously for fourpence and still unpaid for)in fresh cold
neverchanging everchanging water and dry themface and handsin a long
redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller.

What reason did Stephen give for declining Bloom's offer?


That he was hydrophobehating partial contact by immersion or total by
submersion in cold water(his last bath having taken place in the month
of October of the preceding year)disliking the aqueous substances of
glass and crystaldistrusting aquacities of thought and language.

What impeded Bloom from giving Stephen counsels of hygiene and
prophylactic to which should be added suggestions concerning a
preliminary wetting of the head and contraction of the muscles with rapid
splashing of the face and neck and thoracic and epigastric region in case of
sea or river bathingthe parts of the human anatomy most sensitive to cold
being the napestomach and thenar or sole of foot?

The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius.

What additional didactic counsels did he similarly repress?

Dietary: concerning the respective percentage of protein and caloric energy
in baconsalt ling and butterthe absence of the former in the lastnamed
and the abundance of the latter in the firstnamed.

Which seemed to the host to be the predominant qualities of his guest?

Confidence in himselfan equal and opposite power of abandonment and
recuperation.

What concomitant phenomenon took place in the vessel of liquid by the
agency of fire?

The phenomenon of ebullition. Fanned by a constant updraught of
ventilation between the kitchen and the chimneyflueignition was
communicated from the faggots of precombustible fuel to polyhedral
masses of bituminous coalcontaining in compressed mineral form the
foliated fossilised decidua of primeval forests which had in turn derived
their vegetative existence from the sunprimal source of heat (radiant)
transmitted through omnipresent luminiferous diathermanous ether. Heat
(convected)a mode of motion developed by such combustionwas
constantly and increasingly conveyed from the source of calorification to
the liquid contained in the vesselbeing radiated through the uneven
unpolished dark surface of the metal ironin part reflectedin part
absorbedin part transmittedgradually raising the temperature of the
water from normal to boiling pointa rise in temperature expressible as the
result of an expenditure of 72 thermal units needed to raise 1 pound of
water from 50 degrees to 212 degrees Fahrenheit.

What announced the accomplishment of this rise in temperature?

A double falciform ejection of water vapour from under the kettlelid at both
sides simultaneously.

For what personal purpose could Bloom have applied the water so boiled?

To shave himself.

What advantages attended shaving by night?

A softer beard: a softer brush if intentionally allowed to remain from shave


to shave in its agglutinated lather: a softer skin if unexpectedly
encountering female acquaintances in remote places at incustomary hours:
quiet reflections upon the course of the day: a cleaner sensation when
awaking after a fresher sleep since matutinal noisespremonitions and
perturbationsa clattered milkcana postman's double knocka paper read
reread while latheringrelathering the same spota shocka shootwith
thought of aught he sought though fraught with nought might cause a
faster rate of shaving and a nick on which incision plaster with precision
cut and humected and applied adhered: which was to be done.

Why did absence of light disturb him less than presence of noise?

Because of the surety of the sense of touch in his firm full masculine
feminine passive active hand.

What quality did it (his hand) possess but with what counteracting
influence?

The operative surgical quality but that he was reluctant to shed human
blood even when the end justified the meanspreferringin their natural
orderheliotherapypsychophysicotherapeuticsosteopathic surgery.

What lay under exposure on the lowermiddle and upper shelves of the
kitchen dresseropened by Bloom?

On the lower shelf five vertical breakfast platessix horizontal breakfast
saucers on which rested inverted breakfast cupsa moustachecup
uninvertedand saucer of Crown Derbyfour white goldrimmed eggcups
an open shammy purse displaying coinsmostly copperand a phial of
aromatic (violet) comfits. On the middle shelf a chipped eggcup containing
peppera drum of table saltfour conglomerated black olives in oleaginous
paperan empty pot of Plumtree's potted meatan oval wicker basket
bedded with fibre and containing one Jersey peara halfempty bottle of
William Gilbey and Co's white invalid porthalf disrobed of its swathe of
coralpink tissue papera packet of Epps's soluble cocoafive ounces of
Anne Lynch's choice tea at 2/- per lb in a crinkled leadpaper baga
cylindrical canister containing the best crystallised lump sugartwo onions
onethe largerSpanishentirethe othersmallerIrishbisected with
augmented surface and more redolenta jar of Irish Model Dairy's creama
jug of brown crockery containing a naggin and a quarter of soured
adulterated milkconverted by heat into wateracidulous serum and
semisolidified curdswhich added to the quantity subtracted for Mr
Bloom's and Mrs Fleming's breakfastsmade one imperial pintthe total
quantity originally deliveredtwo clovesa halfpenny and a small dish
containing a slice of fresh ribsteak. On the upper shelf a battery of jamjars
(empty) of various sizes and proveniences.

What attracted his attention lying on the apron of the dresser?

Four polygonal fragments of two lacerated scarlet betting ticketsnumbered
8 8788 6.

What reminiscences temporarily corrugated his brow?

Reminiscences of coincidencestruth stranger than fictionpreindicative of
the result of the Gold Cup flat handicapthe official and definitive result
of which he had read in the EVENING TELEGRAPHlate pink editionin the
cabman's shelterat Butt bridge.


Where had previous intimations of the resulteffected or projectedbeen
received by him?

In Bernard Kiernan's licensed premises 89 and 10 little Britain street: in
David Byrne's licensed premises14 Duke street: in O'Connell street lower
outside Graham Lemon's when a dark man had placed in his hand a
throwaway (subsequently thrown away)advertising Elijahrestorer of the
church in Zion: in Lincoln place outside the premises of F. W. Sweny and
Co (Limited)dispensing chemistswhenwhen Frederick M. (Bantam)
Lyons had rapidly and successively requestedperused and restituted the
copy of the current issue of the FREEMAN'S JOURNAL AND NATIONAL PRESS
which he had been about to throw away (subsequently thrown away)he
had proceeded towards the oriental edifice of the Turkish and Warm Baths
11 Leinster streetwith the light of inspiration shining in his countenance
and bearing in his arms the secret of the racegraven in the language of
prediction.

What qualifying considerations allayed his perturbations?

The difficulties of interpretation since the significance of any event
followed its occurrence as variably as the acoustic report followed the
electrical discharge and of counterestimating against an actual loss by
failure to interpret the total sum of possible losses proceeding
originally from a successful interpretation.

His mood?

He had not riskedhe did not expecthe had not been disappointedhe was
satisfied.

What satisfied him?

To have sustained no positive loss. To have brought a positive gain to
others. Light to the gentiles.

How did Bloom prepare a collation for a gentile?

He poured into two teacups two level spoonfulsfour in allof Epps's
soluble cocoa and proceeded according to the directions for use printed on
the labelto each adding after sufficient time for infusion the prescribed
ingredients for diffusion in the manner and in the quantity prescribed.

What supererogatory marks of special hospitality did the host show his
guest?

Relinquishing his symposiarchal right to the moustache cup of imitation
Crown Derby presented to him by his only daughterMillicent (Milly)he
substituted a cup identical with that of his guest and served extraordinarily
to his guest andin reduced measureto himself the viscous cream
ordinarily reserved for the breakfast of his wife Marion (Molly).

Was the guest conscious of and did he acknowledge these marks of
hospitality?

His attention was directed to them by his host jocoselyand he accepted
them seriously as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps's massproductthe
creature cocoa.


Were there marks of hospitality which he contemplated but suppressed
reserving them for another and for himself on future occasions to complete
the act begun?

The reparation of a fissure of the length of 1 1/2 inches in the right
side of his guest's jacket. A gift to his guest of one of the four
lady's handkerchiefsif and when ascertained to be in a presentable
condition.

Who drank more quickly?

Bloomhaving the advantage of ten seconds at the initiation and taking
from the concave surface of a spoon along the handle of which a steady
flow of heat was conductedthree sips to his opponent's onesix to two
nine to three.

What cerebration accompanied his frequentative act?

Concluding by inspection but erroneously that his silent companion was
engaged in mental composition he reflected on the pleasures derived from
literature of instruction rather than of amusement as he himself had
applied to the works of William Shakespeare more than once for the
solution of difficult problems in imaginary or real life.

Had he found their solution?

In spite of careful and repeated reading of certain classical passages
aided by a glossaryhe had derived imperfect conviction from the text
the answers not bearing in all points.

What lines concluded his first piece of original verse written by him
potential poetat the age of 11 in 1877 on the occasion of the offering
of three prizes of 10/-5/- and 2/6 respectively for competition by the
SHAMROCKa weekly newspaper?

AN AMBITION TO SQUINT

AT MY VERSES IN PRINT

MAKES ME HOPE THAT FOR THESE YOU'LL FIND ROOM?.

IF YOU SO CONDESCEND

THEN PLEASE PLACE AT THE END

THE NAME OF YOURS TRULYL. BLOOM.

Did he find four separating forces between his temporary guest and him?

Nameageracecreed.

What anagrams had he made on his name in youth?

Leopold Bloom

Ellpodbomool

Molldopeloob

Bollopedoom

Old OlleboM. P.


What acrostic upon the abbreviation of his first name had he (kinetic poet)
sent to Miss Marion (Molly) Tweedy on the 14 February 1888?

POETS OFT HAVE SUNG IN RHYME
OF MUSIC SWEET THEIR PRAISE DIVINE.
LET THEM HYMN IT NINE TIMES NINE.
DEARER FAR THAN SONG OR WINE.
YOU ARE MINE. THE WORLD IS MINE.


What had prevented him from completing a topical song (music by R. G.
Johnston) on the events of the pastor fixtures for the actualyears
entitled IF BRIAN BORU COULD BUT COME BACK AND SEE OLD DUBLIN NOW
commissioned by Michael Gunnlessee of the Gaiety Theatre46474849
South King streetand to be introduced into the sixth scenethe valley
of diamondsof the second edition (30 January 1893) of the grand
annual Christmas pantomime SINBAD THE SAILOR (produced by R Shelton
26 December 1892written by Greenleaf Whittierscenery by
George A. Jackson and Cecil Hickscostumes by Mrs and Miss Whelan
under the personal supervision of Mrs Michael Gunnballets by
Jessie Noirharlequinade by Thomas Otto) and sung by Nelly Bouverist
principal girl?

Firstlyoscillation between events of imperial and of local interestthe
anticipated diamond jubilee of Queen Victoria (born 1820acceded 1837)
and the posticipated opening of the new municipal fish market: secondly
apprehension of opposition from extreme circles on the questions of the
respective visits of Their Royal Highnesses the duke and duchess of York
(real) and of His Majesty King Brian Boru (imaginary): thirdlya conflict
between professional etiquette and professional emulation concerning the
recent erections of the Grand Lyric Hall on Burgh Quay and the Theatre
Royal in Hawkins street: fourthlydistraction resultant from compassion
for Nelly Bouverist's non-intellectualnon-politicalnon-topical expression
of countenance and concupiscence caused by Nelly Bouverist's revelations
of white articles of non-intellectualnon-politicalnon-topical
underclothing while she (Nelly Bouverist) was in the articles: fifthlythe
difficulties of the selection of appropriate music and humorous allusions
from EVERYBODY'S BOOK OF JOKES (1000 pages and a laugh in every one):
sixthlythe rhymeshomophonous and cacophonousassociated with the
names of the new lord mayorDaniel Tallonthe new high sheriffThomas
Pile and the new solicitorgeneralDunbar Plunket Barton.

What relation existed between their ages?

16 years before in 1888 when Bloom was of Stephen's present age Stephen
was 6. 16 years after in 1920 when Stephen would be of Bloom's present age
Bloom would be 54. In 1936 when Bloom would be 70 and Stephen 54 their
ages initially in the ratio of 16 to 0 would be as 17 1/2 to 13 1/2the
proportion increasing and the disparity diminishing according as arbitrary
future years were addedfor if the proportion existing in 1883 had
continued immutableconceiving that to be possibletill then 1904
when Stephen was 22 Bloom would be 374 and in 1920 when Stephen would
be 38as Bloom then wasBloom would be 646 while in 1952 when
Stephen would have attained the maximum postdiluvian age of 70 Bloom
being 1190 years alive having been born in the year 714would have
surpassed by 221 years the maximum antediluvian agethat of Methusalah
969 yearswhileif Stephen would continue to live until he would attain
that age in the year 3072 A.D.Bloomwould have been obliged to have been
alive 83300 yearshaving been obliged to have been born in the
year 81396 B.C.


What events might nullify these calculations?

The cessation of existence of both or eitherthe inauguration of a new era
or calendarthe annihilation of the world and consequent extermination of
the human speciesinevitable but impredictable.

How many previous encounters proved their preexisting acquaintance?

Two. The first in the lilacgarden of Matthew Dillon's houseMedina Villa
Kimmage roadRoundtownin 1887in the company of Stephen's mother
Stephen being then of the age of 5 and reluctant to give his hand in
salutation. The second in the coffeeroom of Breslin's hotel on a rainy
Sunday in the January of 1892in the company of Stephen's father and
Stephen's granduncleStephen being then 5 years older.

Did Bloom accept the invitation to dinner given then by the son and
afterwards seconded by the father?

Very gratefullywith grateful appreciationwith sincere appreciative
gratitudein appreciatively grateful sincerity of regrethe declined.

Did their conversation on the subject of these reminiscences reveal a third
connecting link between them?

Mrs Riordan (Dante)a widow of independent meanshad resided in the
house of Stephen's parents from 1 September 1888 to 29 December 1891
and had also resided during the years 18921893 and 1894 in the City Arms
Hotel owned by Elizabeth O'Dowd of 54 Prussia street whereduring parts
of the years 1893 and 1894she had been a constant informant of Bloom
who resided also in the same hotelbeing at that time a clerk in the
employment of Joseph Cuffe of 5 Smithfield for the superintendence of sales
in the adjacent Dublin Cattle market on the North Circular road.

Had he performed any special corporal work of mercy for her?

He had sometimes propelled her on warm summer eveningsan infirm
widow of independentif limitedmeansin her convalescent bathchair with
slow revolutions of its wheels as far as the corner of the North Circular
road opposite Mr Gavin Low's place of business where she had remained
for a certain time scanning through his onelensed binocular fieldglasses
unrecognisable citizens on tramcarsroadster bicycles equipped with
inflated pneumatic tyreshackney carriagestandemsprivate and hired
landausdogcartsponytraps and brakes passing from the city to the
Phoenix Park and vice versa.

Why could he then support that his vigil with the greater equanimity?

Because in middle youth he had often sat observing through a rondel of
bossed glass of a multicoloured pane the spectacle offered with continual
changes of the thoroughfare withoutpedestriansquadrupedsvelocipedes
vehiclespassing slowlyquicklyevenlyround and round and round the
rim of a round and round precipitous globe.

What distinct different memories had each of her now eight years deceased?

The olderher bezique cards and countersher Skye terrierher
suppositious wealthher lapses of responsiveness and incipient catarrhal
deafness: the youngerher lamp of colza oil before the statue of the


Immaculate Conceptionher green and maroon brushes for Charles
Stewart Parnell and for Michael Davitther tissue papers.

Were there no means still remaining to him to achieve the rejuvenation
which these reminiscences divulged to a younger companion rendered the
more desirable?

The indoor exercisesformerly intermittently practisedsubsequently
abandonedprescribed in Eugen Sandow's PHYSICAL STRENGTH AND HOW TO
OBTAIN IT whichdesigned particularly for commercial men engaged in
sedentary occupationswere to be made with mental concentration in front
of a mirror so as to bring into play the various families of muscles and
produce successively a pleasant rigiditya more pleasant relaxation and the
most pleasant repristination of juvenile agility.

Had any special agility been his in earlier youth?

Though ringweight lifting had been beyond his strength and the full circle
gyration beyond his courage yet as a High school scholar he had excelled in
his stable and protracted execution of the half lever movement on the
parallel bars in consequence of his abnormally developed abdominal
muscles.

Did either openly allude to their racial difference?

Neither.

Whatreduced to their simplest reciprocal formwere Bloom's thoughts
about Stephen's thoughts about Bloom and about Stephen's thoughts about
Bloom's thoughts about Stephen?

He thought that he thought that he was a jew whereas he knew that he
knew that he knew that he was not.

Whatthe enclosures of reticence removedwere their respective
parentages?

Bloomonly born male transubstantial heir of Rudolf Virag (subsequently
Rudolph Bloom) of SzombathelyViennaBudapestMilanLondon and
Dublin and of Ellen Higginssecond daughter of Julius Higgins (born
Karoly) and Fanny Higgins (born Hegarty). Stepheneldest surviving male
consubstantial heir of Simon Dedalus of Cork and Dublin and of Mary
daughter of Richard and Christina Goulding (born Grier).

Had Bloom and Stephen been baptisedand where and by whomcleric or
layman?

Bloom (three times)by the reverend Mr Gilmer Johnston M. A.alonein
the protestant church of Saint Nicholas WithoutCoombeby James
O'ConnorPhilip Gilligan and James Fitzpatricktogetherunder a pump
in the village of Swordsand by the reverend Charles Malone C. C.in the
church of the Three PatronsRathgar. Stephen (once) by the reverend
Charles Malone C. C.alonein the church of the Three PatronsRathgar.

Did they find their educational careers similar?

Substituting Stephen for Bloom Stoom would have passed successively


through a dame's school and the high school. Substituting Bloom for
Stephen Blephen would have passed successively through the preparatory
juniormiddle and senior grades of the intermediate and through the
matriculationfirst artssecond arts and arts degree courses of the
royal university.

Why did Bloom refrain from stating that he had frequented the university
of life?

Because of his fluctuating incertitude as to whether this observation had
or had not been already made by him to Stephen or by Stephen to him.

What two temperaments did they individually represent?

The scientific. The artistic.

What proofs did Bloom adduce to prove that his tendency was towards
appliedrather than towards purescience?

Certain possible inventions of which he had cogitated when reclining in a
state of supine repletion to aid digestionstimulated by his appreciation
of the importance of inventions now common but once revolutionaryfor
examplethe aeronautic parachutethe reflecting telescopethe spiral
corkscrewthe safety pinthe mineral water siphonthe canal lock with
winch and sluicethe suction pump.

Were these inventions principally intended for an improved scheme of
kindergarten?

Yesrendering obsolete popgunselastic airbladdersgames of hazard
catapults. They comprised astronomical kaleidoscopes exhibiting the twelve
constellations of the zodiac from Aries to Piscesminiature mechanical
orreriesarithmetical gelatine lozengesgeometrical to correspond with
zoological biscuitsglobemap playing ballshistorically costumed dolls.

What also stimulated him in his cogitations?

The financial success achieved by Ephraim Marks and Charles A. James
the former by his 1d bazaar at 42 George's streetsouththe latter at
his 6 1/2d shop and world's fancy fair and waxwork exhibition at 30 Henry
streetadmission 2dchildren 1d: and the infinite possibilities hitherto
unexploited of the modern art of advertisement if condensed in triliteral
monoideal symbolsvertically of maximum visibility (divined)
horizontally of maximum legibility (deciphered) and of magnetising
efficacy to arrest involuntary attentionto interestto convince
to decide.

Such as?

K. II. Kino's 11/- Trousers.
House of Keys. Alexander J. Keyes.
Such as not?

Look at this long candle. Calculate when it burns out and you receive
gratis 1 pair of our special non-compo bootsguaranteed 1 candle power.
Address: Barclay and Cook18 Talbot street.


Bacilikil (Insect Powder).
Veribest (Boot Blacking).
Uwantit (Combined pocket twoblade penknife with corkscrewnailfile and
pipecleaner).


Such as never?


What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat?


Incomplete.


With it an abode of bliss.


Manufactured by George Plumtree23 Merchants' quayDublinput up in
4 oz potsand inserted by Councillor Joseph P. NannettiM. P.Rotunda
Ward19 Hardwicke streetunder the obituary notices and anniversaries of
deceases. The name on the label is Plumtree. A plumtree in a meatpot
registered trade mark. Beware of imitations. Peatmot. Trumplee. Moutpat.
Plamtroo.


Which example did he adduce to induce Stephen to deduce that originality
though producing its own rewarddoes not invariably conduce to success?


His own ideated and rejected project of an illuminated showcartdrawn by
a beast of burdenin which two smartly dressed girls were to be seated
engaged in writing.


What suggested scene was then constructed by Stephen?


Solitary hotel in mountain pass. Autumn. Twilight. Fire lit. In dark corner
young man seated. Young woman enters. Restless. Solitary. She sits. She
goes to window. She stands. She sits. Twilight. She thinks. On solitary hotel
paper she writes. She thinks. She writes. She sighs. Wheels and hoofs. She
hurries out. He comes from his dark corner. He seizes solitary paper. He
holds it towards fire. Twilight. He reads. Solitary.


What?


In slopingupright and backhands: Queen's HotelQueen's Hotel
Queen's Hotel. Queen's Ho...


What suggested scene was then reconstructed by Bloom?


The Queen's HotelEnniscounty Clarewhere Rudolph Bloom (Rudolf
Virag) died on the evening of the 27 June 1886at some hour unstatedin
consequence of an overdose of monkshood (aconite) selfadministered in the
form of a neuralgic liniment composed of 2 parts of aconite liniment to I of
chloroform liniment (purchased by him at 10.20 a.m. on the morning of 27
June 1886 at the medical hall of Francis Dennehy17 Church streetEnnis)
after havingthough not in consequence of havingpurchased at 3.15 p.m.
on the afternoon of 27 June 1886 a new boater straw hatextra smart (after
havingthough not in consequence of havingpurchased at the hour and in
the place aforesaidthe toxin aforesaid)at the general drapery store of
James Cullen4 Main streetEnnis.


Did he attribute this homonymity to information or coincidence or



intuition?

Coincidence.

Did he depict the scene verbally for his guest to see?

He preferred himself to see another's face and listen to another's words by
which potential narration was realised and kinetic temperament relieved.

Did he see only a second coincidence in the second scene narrated to him
described by the narrator as A PISGAH SIGHT OF PALESTINE OR THE PARABLE OF
THE PLUMS?

Itwith the preceding scene and with others unnarrated but existent by
implicationto which add essays on various subjects or moral apothegms

(e.g. MY FAVOURITE HERO OR PROCRASTINATION IS THE THIEF OF TIME) composed
during schoolyearsseemed to him to contain in itself and in conjunction
with the personal equation certain possibilities of financialsocial
personal and sexual successwhether specially collected and selected as model
pedagogic themes (of cent per cent merit) for the use of preparatory and
junior grade students or contributed in printed formfollowing the
precedent of Philip Beaufoy or Doctor Dick or Heblon's STUDIES IN BLUEto
a publication of certified circulation and solvency or employed verbally as
intellectual stimulation for sympathetic auditorstacitly appreciative of
successful narrative and confidently augurative of successful achievement
during the increasingly longer nights gradually following the summer
solstice on the day but three followingvidelicetTuesday21 June (S.
Aloysius Gonzaga)sunrise 3.33 a.m.sunset 8.29 p.m.
Which domestic problem as much asif not more thanany other frequently
engaged his mind?

What to do with our wives.

What had been his hypothetical singular solutions?

Parlour games (dominoshalmatiddledywinksspilikinscup and ballnap
spoil fivebeziquetwentyfivebeggar my neighbourdraughtschess or
backgammon): embroiderydarning or knitting for the policeaided clothing
society: musical duetsmandoline and guitarpiano and fluteguitar and
piano: legal scrivenery or envelope addressing: biweekly visits to variety
entertainments: commercial activity as pleasantly commanding and
pleasingly obeyed mistress proprietress in a cool dairy shop or warm cigar
divan: the clandestine satisfaction of erotic irritation in masculine
brothelsstate inspected and medically controlled: social visitsat regular
infrequent prevented intervals and with regular frequent preventive
superintendenceto and from female acquaintances of recognised respectability
in the vicinity: courses of evening instruction specially designed to render
liberal instruction agreeable.

What instances of deficient mental development in his wife inclined him in
favour of the lastmentioned (ninth) solution?

In disoccupied moments she had more than once covered a sheet of paper
with signs and hieroglyphics which she stated were Greek and Irish and
Hebrew characters. She had interrogated constantly at varying intervals as
to the correct method of writing the capital initial of the name of a city in
CanadaQuebec. She understood little of political complicationsinternal


or balance of powerexternal. In calculating the addenda of bills she
frequently had recourse to digital aid. After completion of laconic epistolary
compositions she abandoned the implement of calligraphy in the encaustic
pigmentexposed to the corrosive action of copperasgreen vitriol and
nutgall. Unusual polysyllables of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically
or by false analogy or by both: metempsychosis (met him pike hoses)ALIAS
(a mendacious person mentioned in sacred scripture).

What compensated in the false balance of her intelligence for these and
such deficiencies of judgment regarding personsplaces and things?

The false apparent parallelism of all perpendicular arms of all balances
proved true by construction. The counterbalance of her proficiency of
judgment regarding one personproved true by experiment.

How had he attempted to remedy this state of comparative ignorance?

Variously. By leaving in a conspicuous place a certain book open at a
certain page: by assuming in herwhen alluding explanatorilylatent
knowledge: by open ridicule in her presence of some absent other's
ignorant lapse.

With what success had he attempted direct instruction?

She followed not alla part of the wholegave attention with interest
comprehended with surprisewith care repeatedwith greater difficulty
rememberedforgot with easewith misgiving rerememberedrerepeated
with error.

What system had proved more effective?

Indirect suggestion implicating selfinterest.

Example?

She disliked umbrella with rainhe liked woman with umbrellashe disliked
new hat with rainhe liked woman with new hathe bought new hat with
rainshe carried umbrella with new hat.

Accepting the analogy implied in his guest's parable which examples of
postexilic eminence did he adduce?

Three seekers of the pure truthMoses of EgyptMoses Maimonides
author of MORE NEBUKIM (Guide of the Perplexed) and Moses Mendelssohn
of such eminence that from Moses (of Egypt) to Moses (Mendelssohn) there
arose none like Moses (Maimonides).

What statement was madeunder correctionby Bloom concerning a fourth
seeker of pure truthby name Aristotlementionedwith permissionby
Stephen?

That the seeker mentioned had been a pupil of a rabbinical philosopher
name uncertain.

Were other anapocryphal illustrious sons of the law and children of a
selected or rejected race mentioned?


Felix Bartholdy Mendelssohn (composer)Baruch Spinoza (philosopher)
Mendoza (pugilist)Ferdinand Lassalle (reformerduellist).

What fragments of verse from the ancient Hebrew and ancient Irish
languages were cited with modulations of voice and translation of texts by
guest to host and by host to guest?

By Stephen: SUILSUILSUIL ARUNSUIL GO SIOCAIR AGUS SUIL GO CUIN
(walkwalkwalk your waywalk in safetywalk with care).

By Bloom: KIFELOCHHARIMON RAKATEJCH M'BAAD L'ZAMATEJCH (thy temple
amid thy hair is as a slice of pomegranate).

How was a glyphic comparison of the phonic symbols of both languages
made in substantiation of the oral comparison?

By juxtaposition. On the penultimate blank page of a book of inferior
literary styleentituled SWEETS OF SIN (produced by Bloom and so
manipulated that its front cover carne in contact with the surface of the
table) with a pencil (supplied by Stephen) Stephen wrote the Irish
characters for geeehdeeemsimple and modifiedand Bloom in turn
wrote the Hebrew characters ghimelalephdaleth and (in the absence of
mem) a substituted qophexplaining their arithmetical values as ordinal
and cardinal numbersvidelicet 314and 100.

Was the knowledge possessed by both of each of these languagesthe
extinct and the revivedtheoretical or practical?

Theoreticalbeing confined to certain grammatical rules of accidence and
syntax and practically excluding vocabulary.

What points of contact existed between these languages and between the
peoples who spoke them?

The presence of guttural soundsdiacritic aspirationsepenthetic and servile
letters in both languages: their antiquityboth having been taught on the
plain of Shinar 242 years after the deluge in the seminary instituted by
Fenius Farsaighdescendant of Noahprogenitor of Israeland ascendant
of Heber and Heremonprogenitors of Ireland: their archaeological
genealogicalhagiographicalexegeticalhomiletictoponomastichistorical
and religious literatures comprising the works of rabbis and culdeesTorah
Talmud (Mischna and Ghemara)MassorPentateuchBook of the Dun
CowBook of BallymoteGarland of HowthBook of Kells: their dispersal
persecutionsurvival and revival: the isolation of their synagogical and
ecclesiastical rites in ghetto (S. Mary's Abbey) and masshouse (Adam and
Eve's tavern): the proscription of their national costumes in penal laws and
jewish dress acts: the restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the
possibility of Irish political autonomy or devolution.

What anthem did Bloom chant partially in anticipation of that multiple
ethnically irreducible consummation?

KOLOD BALEJWAW PNIMAH
NEFESCHJEHUDIHOMIJAH.


Why was the chant arrested at the conclusion of this first distich?


In consequence of defective mnemotechnic.

How did the chanter compensate for this deficiency?

By a periphrastic version of the general text.

In what common study did their mutual reflections merge?

The increasing simplification traceable from the Egyptian epigraphic
hieroglyphs to the Greek and Roman alphabets and the anticipation of
modern stenography and telegraphic code in the cuneiform inscriptions
(Semitic) and the virgular quinquecostate ogham writing (Celtic).
Did the guest comply with his host's request?


Doublyby appending his signature in Irish and Roman characters.


What was Stephen's auditive sensation?


He heard in a profound ancient male unfamiliar melody the accumulation
of the past.


What was Bloom's visual sensation?


He saw in a quick young male familiar form the predestination of a future.


What were Stephen's and Bloom's quasisimultaneous volitional
quasisensations of concealed identities?


VisuallyStephen's: The traditional figure of hypostasisdepicted by
Johannes DamascenusLentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus as
leucodermicsesquipedalian with winedark hair.
AuditivelyBloom's: The traditional accent of the ecstasy of catastrophe.


What future careers had been possible for Bloom in the past and with what
exemplars?


In the churchRomanAnglican or Nonconformist: exemplarsthe very
reverend John Conmee S. J.the reverend T. SalmonD. D.provost of
Trinity collegeDr Alexander J. Dowie. At the barEnglish or Irish:
exemplarsSeymour BusheK. C.Rufus IsaacsK. C. On the stage
modern or Shakespearean: exemplarsCharles Wyndhamhigh comedian
Osmond Tearle (died 1901)exponent of Shakespeare.


Did the host encourage his guest to chant in a modulated voice a strange
legend on an allied theme?


Reassuringlytheir placewhere none could hear them talkbeing
secludedreassuredthe decocted beveragesallowing for subsolid
residual sediment of a mechanical mixturewater plus sugar plus cream
plus cocoahaving been consumed.


Recite the first (major) part of this chanted legend.


LITTLE HARRY HUGHES AND HIS SCHOOLFELLOWS ALL
WENT OUT FOR TO PLAY BALL.
AND THE VERY FIRST BALL LITTLE HARRY HUGHES PLAYED
HE DROVE IT O'ER THE JEW'S GARDEN WALL.



AND THE VERY SECOND BALL LITTLE HARRY HUGHES PLAYED
HE BROKE THE JEW'S WINDOWS ALL.


How did the son of Rudolph receive this first part?

With unmixed feeling. Smilinga jew he heard with pleasure and saw the
unbroken kitchen window.

Recite the second part (minor) of the legend.

THEN OUT THERE CAME THE JEW'S DAUGHTER
AND SHE ALL DRESSED IN GREEN.
COME BACK, COME BACK,YOU PRETTY LITTLE BOY,
AND PLAY YOUR BALL AGAIN.


I CAN'T COME BACK AND I WON'T COME BACK
WITHOUT MY SCHOOLFELLOWS ALL.
FOR IF MY MASTER HE DID HEAR
HE'D MAKE IT A SORRY BALL.


SHE TOOK HIM BY THE LILYWHITE HAND
AND LED HIM ALONG THE HALL
UNTIL SHE LED HIM TO A ROOM
WHERE NONE COULD HEAR HIM CALL.


SHE TOOK A PENKNIFE OUT OF HER POCKET
AND CUT OFF HIS LITTLE HEAD.
AND NOW HE'LL PLAY HIS BALL NO MORE
FOR HE LIES AMONG THE DEAD.


How did the father of Millicent receive this second part?

With mixed feelings. Unsmilinghe heard and saw with wonder a jew's
daughterall dressed in green.

Condense Stephen's commentary.

One of allthe least of allis the victim predestined. Once by inadvertence
twice by design he challenges his destiny. It comes when he is abandoned
and challenges him reluctant andas an apparition of hope and youthholds
him unresisting. It leads him to a strange habitationto a secret infidel
apartmentand thereimplacableimmolates himconsenting.

Why was the host (victim predestined) sad?

He wished that a tale of a deed should be told of a deed not by him should
by him not be told.

Why was the host (reluctantunresisting) still?

In accordance with the law of the conservation of energy.

Why was the host (secret infidel) silent?

He weighed the possible evidences for and against ritual murder: the
incitations of the hierarchythe superstition of the populacethe
propagation of rumour in continued fraction of veridicitythe envy of
opulencethe influence of retaliationthe sporadic reappearance of atavistic


delinquencythe mitigating circumstances of fanaticismhypnotic
suggestion and somnambulism.


From which (if any) of these mental or physical disorders was he not totally
immune?


From hypnotic suggestion: oncewakinghe had not recognised his
sleeping apartment: more than oncewakinghe had been for an indefinite
time incapable of moving or uttering sounds. From somnambulism: once
sleepinghis body had risencrouched and crawled in the direction of a
heatless fire andhaving attained its destinationtherecurledunheated
in night attire had lainsleeping.


Had this latter or any cognate phenomenon declared itself in any member
of his family?


Twicein Holles street and in Ontario terracehis daughter Millicent
(Milly) at the ages of 6 and 8 years had uttered in sleep an exclamation of
terror and had replied to the interrogations of two figures in night attire
with a vacant mute expression.


What other infantile memories had he of her?


15 June 1889. A querulous newborn female infant crying to cause and
lessen congestion. A child renamed Padney Socks she shook with shocks
her moneybox: counted his three free moneypenny buttonsonetlootlee:
a dolla boya sailor she cast away: blondborn of two darkshe had blond
ancestryremotea violationHerr Hauptmann HainauAustrian army
proximatea hallucinationlieutenant MulveyBritish navy.


What endemic characteristics were present?


Conversely the nasal and frontal formation was derived in a direct line of
lineage whichthough interruptedwould continue at distant intervals to
more distant intervals to its most distant intervals.


What memories had he of her adolescence?


She relegated her hoop and skippingrope to a recess. On the duke's lawn
entreated by an English visitorshe declined to permit him to make and take
away her photographic image (objection not stated). On the South Circular
road in the company of Elsa Potterfollowed by an individual of sinister
aspectshe went half way down Stamer street and turned abruptly back
(reason of change not stated). On the vigil of the 15th anniversary of her
birth she wrote a letter from Mullingarcounty Westmeathmaking a brief
allusion to a local student (faculty and year not stated).


Did that first divisionportending a second divisionafflict him?


Less than he had imaginedmore than he had hoped.


What second departure was contemporaneously perceived by him similarly
if differently?


A temporary departure of his cat.



Why similarlywhy differently?

Similarlybecause actuated by a secret purpose the quest of a new male

(Mullingar student) or of a healing herb (valerian). Differentlybecause of
different possible returns to the inhabitants or to the habitation.

In other respects were their differences similar?

In passivityin economyin the instinct of traditionin unexpectedness.

As?

Inasmuch as leaning she sustained her blond hair for him to ribbon it for
her (cf neckarching cat). Moreoveron the free surface of the lake in
Stephen's green amid inverted reflections of trees her uncommented spit
describing concentric circles of waterringsindicated by the constancy of its
permanence the locus of a somnolent prostrate fish (cf mousewatching cat).

Againin order to remember the datecombatantsissue and consequences
of a famous military engagement she pulled a plait of her hair (cf
earwashing cat). Furthermoresilly Millyshe dreamed of having had an
unspoken unremembered conversation with a horse whose name had been
Joseph to whom (which) she had offered a tumblerful of lemonade which it
(he) had appeared to have accepted (cf hearthdreaming cat). Hencein
passivityin economyin the instinct of traditionin unexpectednesstheir
differences were similar.

In what way had he utilised gifts (1) an owl2) a clock)given as
matrimonial auguriesto interest and to instruct her?

As object lessons to explain: 1) the nature and habits of oviparous animals
the possibility of aerial flightcertain abnormalities of visionthe
secular process of imbalsamation: 2) the principle of the pendulum
exemplified in bobwheelgear and regulatorthe translation in terms of
human or social regulation of the various positions of clockwise moveable
indicators on an unmoving dialthe exactitude of the recurrence per hour
of an instant in each hour when the longer and the shorter indicator were
at the same angle of inclinationVIDELICET5 5/11 minutes past each hour
per hour in arithmetical progression.

In what manners did she reciprocate?

She remembered: on the 27th anniversary of his birth she presented to him a
breakfast moustachecup of imitation Crown Derby porcelain ware. She
provided: at quarter day or thereabouts if or when purchases had been
made by him not for her she showed herself attentive to his necessities
anticipating his desires. She admired: a natural phenomenon having been
explained by him to her she expressed the immediate desire to possess
without gradual acquisition a fraction of his sciencethe moietythe
quartera thousandth part.

What proposal did Bloomdiambulistfather of Millysomnambulistmake
to Stephennoctambulist?

To pass in repose the hours intervening between Thursday (proper) and
Friday (normal) on an extemporised cubicle in the apartment immediately
above the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the sleeping apartment of his
host and hostess.


What various advantages would or might have resulted from a
prolongation of such an extemporisation?

For the guest: security of domicile and seclusion of study. For the host:
rejuvenation of intelligencevicarious satisfaction. For the hostess:
disintegration of obsessionacquisition of correct Italian pronunciation.

Why might these several provisional contingencies between a guest and a
hostess not necessarily preclude or be precluded by a permanent eventuality
of reconciliatory union between a schoolfellow and a jew's daughter?

Because the way to daughter led through motherthe way to mother
through daughter.

To what inconsequent polysyllabic question of his host did the guest return
a monosyllabic negative answer?

If he had known the late Mrs Emily Sinicoaccidentally killed at Sydney
Parade railway station14 October 1903.

What inchoate corollary statement was consequently suppressed by the
host?

A statement explanatory of his absence on the occasion of the interment of
Mrs Mary Dedalus (born Goulding)26 June 1903vigil of the anniversary
of the decease of Rudolph Bloom (born Virag).

Was the proposal of asylum accepted?

Promptlyinexplicablywith amicabilitygratefully it was declined.
What exchange of money took place between host and guest?

The former returned to the latterwithout interesta sum of money
(1-7-0)one pound seven shillings sterlingadvanced by the latter to the
former.

What counterproposals were alternately advancedacceptedmodified
declinedrestated in other termsreacceptedratifiedreconfirmed?

To inaugurate a prearranged course of Italian instructionplace the
residence of the instructed. To inaugurate a course of vocal instruction
place the residence of the instructress. To inaugurate a series of static
semistatic and peripatetic intellectual dialoguesplaces the residence of
both speakers (if both speakers were resident in the same place)the Ship
hotel and tavern6 Lower Abbey street (W. and E. Conneryproprietors)
the National Library of Ireland10 Kildare streetthe National Maternity
Hospital2930 and 31 Holles streeta public gardenthe vicinity of a
place of worshipa conjunction of two or more public thoroughfaresthe
point of bisection of a right line drawn between their residences
(if both speakers were resident in different places).

What rendered problematic for Bloom the realisation of these mutually
selfexcluding propositions?

The irreparability of the past: once at a performance of Albert Hengler's
circus in the RotundaRutland squareDublinan intuitive particoloured


clown in quest of paternity had penetrated from the ring to a place in the
auditorium where Bloomsolitarywas seated and had publicly declared to
an exhilarated audience that he (Bloom) was his (the clown's) papa. The
imprevidibility of the future: once in the summer of 1898 he (Bloom) had
marked a florin (2/-) with three notches on the milled edge and tendered it
m payment of an account due to and received by J. and T. Davyfamily
grocers1 Charlemont MallGrand Canalfor circulation on the waters of
civic financefor possiblecircuitous or directreturn.


Wa
s the clown Bloom's son?


No.


Had Bloom's coin returned?


Never.


Why would a recurrent frustration the more depress him?


Because at the critical turningpoint of human existence he desired to amend
many social conditionsthe product of inequality and avarice and
international animosity.


He believed then that human life was infinitely perfectibleeliminating these
conditions?


There remained the generic conditions imposed by naturalas distinct from
human lawas integral parts of the human whole: the necessity of
destruction to procure alimentary sustenance: the painful character of the
ultimate functions of separate existencethe agonies of birth and death: the
monotonous menstruation of simian and (particularly) human females
extending from the age of puberty to the menopause: inevitable accidents at
seain mines and factories: certain very painful maladies and their resultant
surgical operationsinnate lunacy and congenital criminalitydecimating
epidemics: catastrophic cataclysms which make terror the basis of human
mentality: seismic upheavals the epicentres of which are located in densely
populated regions: the fact of vital growththrough convulsions of
metamorphosisfrom infancy through maturity to decay.


Why did he desist from speculation?


Because it was a task for a superior intelligence to substitute other more
acceptable phenomena in the place of the less acceptable phenomena to be
removed.


Did Stephen participate in his dejection?


He affirmed his significance as a conscious rational animal proceeding
syllogistically from the known to the unknown and a conscious rational
reagent between a micro and a macrocosm ineluctably constructed upon the
incertitude of the void.


Was this affirmation apprehended by Bloom?


Not verbally. Substantially.



What comforted his misapprehension?

That as a competent keyless citizen he had proceeded energetically from the
unknown to the known through the incertitude of the void.

In what order of precedencewith what attendant ceremony was the exodus
from the house of bondage to the wilderness of inhabitation effected?

Lighted Candle in Stick borne by
BLOOM
Diaconal Hat on Ashplant borne by
STEPHEN:

With what intonation secreto of what commemorative psalm?

The 113thMODUS PEREGRINUS: IN EXITU ISRAEL DE EGYPTO: DOMUS JACOB DE
POPULO BARBARO.

What did each do at the door of egress?

Bloom set the candlestick on the floor. Stephen put the hat on his head.

For what creature was the door of egress a door of ingress?

For a cat.

What spectacle confronted them when theyfirst the hostthen the guest
emerged silentlydoubly darkfrom obscurity by a passage from the rere of
the house into the penumbra of the garden?

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

With what meditations did Bloom accompany his demonstration to his
companion of various constellations?

Meditations of evolution increasingly vaster: of the moon invisible in
incipient lunationapproaching perigee: of the infinite lattiginous
scintillating uncondensed milky waydiscernible by daylight by an observer
placed at the lower end of a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000 ft deep sunk
from the surface towards the centre of the earth: of Sirius (alpha in Canis
Maior) 10 lightyears (57000000000000 miles) distant and in volume 900
times the dimension of our planet: of Arcturus: of the precession of
equinoxes: of Orion with belt and sextuple sun theta and nebula in which
100 of our solar systems could be contained: of moribund and of nascent
new stars such as Nova in 1901: of our system plunging towards the
constellation of Hercules: of the parallax or parallactic drift of socalled
fixed starsin reality evermoving wanderers from immeasurably remote
eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with which the years
threescore and tenof allotted human life formed a parenthesis of
infinitesimal brevity.

Were there obverse meditations of involution increasingly less vast?

Of the eons of geological periods recorded in the stratifications of the
earth: of the myriad minute entomological organic existences concealed in
cavities of the earthbeneath removable stonesin hives and moundsof
microbesgermsbacteriabacillispermatozoa: of the incalculable


trillions of billions of millions of imperceptible molecules contained by
cohesion of molecular affinity in a single pinhead: of the universe of
human serum constellated with red and white bodiesthemselves universes
of void space constellated with other bodieseachin continuity
its universe of divisible component bodies of which each was again
divisible in divisions of redivisible component bodiesdividends and
divisors ever diminishing without actual division tillif the progress
were carried far enoughnought nowhere was never reached.

Why did he not elaborate these calculations to a more precise result?

Because some years previously in 1886 when occupied with the problem of
the quadrature of the circle he had learned of .the existence of a number
computed to a relative degree of accuracy to be of such magnitude and of so
many placese.g.the 9th power of the 9th power of 9thatthe result
having been obtained33 closely printed volumes of 1000 pages each of
innumerable quires and reams of India paper would have to be
requisitioned in order to contain the complete tale of its printed integers of
unitstenshundredsthousandstens of thousandshundreds of thousands
millionstens of millionshundreds of millionsbillionsthe nucleus of the
nebula of every digit of every series containing succinctly the potentiality
of being raised to the utmost kinetic elaboration of any power of any of its
powers.

Did he find the problems of the inhabitability of the planets and their
satellites by a racegiven in speciesand of the possible social and moral
redemption of said race by a redeemereasier of solution?

Of a different order of difficulty. Conscious that the human organism
normally capable of sustaining an atmospheric pressure of 19 tonswhen
elevated to a considerable altitude in the terrestrial atmosphere suffered
with arithmetical progression of intensityaccording as the line of
demarcation between troposphere and stratosphere was approximated
from nasal hemorrhageimpeded respiration and vertigowhen proposing
this problem for solutionhe had conjectured as a working hypothesis
which could not be proved impossible that a more adaptable and differently
anatomically constructed race of beings might subsist otherwise under
MartianMercurialVeneralJovianSaturnianNeptunian or Uranian
sufficient and equivalent conditionsthough an apogean humanity of beings
created in varying forms with finite differences resulting similar to the
whole and to one another would probably there as here remain inalterably
and inalienably attached to vanitiesto vanities of vanities and to all that
is vanity.

And the problem of possible redemption?

The minor was proved by the major.

Which various features of the constellations were in turn considered?

The various colours significant of various degrees of vitality (whiteyellow
crimsonvermilioncinnabar): their degrees of brilliancy: their magnitudes
revealed up to and including the 7th: their positions: the waggoner's star:
Walsingham way: the chariot of David: the annular cinctures of Saturn:
the condensation of spiral nebulae into suns: the interdependent gyrations
of double suns: the independent synchronous discoveries of GalileoSimon
MariusPiazziLe VerrierHerschelGalle: the systematisations attempted
by Bode and Kepler of cubes of distances and squares of times of
revolution: the almost infinite compressibility of hirsute comets and their
vast elliptical egressive and reentrant orbits from perihelion to aphelion:


the sidereal origin of meteoric stones: the Libyan floods on Mars about the
period of the birth of the younger astroscopist: the annual recurrence of
meteoric showers about the period of the feast of S. Lawrence (martyrlo
August): the monthly recurrence known as the new moon with the old
moon in her arms: the posited influence of celestial on human bodies: the
appearance of a star (1st magnitude) of exceeding brilliancy dominating by
night and day (a new luminous sun generated by the collision and
amalgamation in incandescence of two nonluminous exsuns) about the
period of the birth of William Shakespeare over delta in the recumbent
neversetting constellation of Cassiopeia and of a star (2nd magnitude) of
similar origin but of lesser brilliancy which had appeared in and
disappeared from the constellation of the Corona Septentrionalis about the
period of the birth of Leopold Bloom and of other stars of (presumably)
similar origin which had (effectively or presumably) appeared in and
disappeared from the constellation of Andromeda about the period of the
birth of Stephen Dedalusand in and from the constellation of Auriga some
years after the birth and death of Rudolph Bloomjuniorand in and from
other constellations some years before or after the birth or death of other
persons: the attendant phenomena of eclipsessolar and lunarfrom
immersion to emersionabatement of windtransit of shadowtaciturnity of
winged creaturesemergence of nocturnal or crepuscular animals
persistence of infernal lightobscurity of terrestrial waterspallor of
human beings.

His (Bloom's) logical conclusionhaving weighed the matter and allowing
for possible error?

That it was not a heaventreenot a heavengrotnot a heavenbeastnot a
heavenman. That it was a Utopiathere being no known method from the
known to the unknown: an infinity renderable equally finite by the
suppositious apposition of one or more bodies equally of the same and of
different magnitudes: a mobility of illusory forms immobilised in space
remobilised in air: a past which possibly had ceased to exist as a present
before its probable spectators had entered actual present existence.

Was he more convinced of the esthetic value of the spectacle?

Indubitably in consequence of the reiterated examples of poets in the
delirium of the frenzy of attachment or in the abasement of rejection
invoking ardent sympathetic constellations or the frigidity of the satellite
of their planet.

Did he then accept as an article of belief the theory of astrological
influences upon sublunary disasters?

It seemed to him as possible of proof as of confutation and the
nomenclature employed in its selenographical charts as attributable to
verifiable intuition as to fallacious analogy: the lake of dreamsthe sea of
rainsthe gulf of dewsthe ocean of fecundity.

What special affinities appeared to him to exist between the moon and
woman?

Her antiquity in preceding and surviving successive tellurian generations:
her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary
reflection: her constancy under all her phasesrising and setting by her
appointed timeswaxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect:
her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over
effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamourto mortifyto invest
with beautyto render insaneto incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil


inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant
implacable resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the
stimulation of her lighther motion and her presence: the admonition of her
cratersher arid seasher silence: her splendourwhen visible: her
attractionwhen invisible.

What visible luminous sign attracted Bloom'swho attracted Stephen's
gaze?

In the second storey (rere) of his (Bloom's) house the light of a paraffin oil
lamp with oblique shade projected on a screen of roller blind supplied by
Frank O'Harawindow blindcurtain pole and revolving shutter
manufacturer16 Aungier street.

How did he elucidate the mystery of an invisible attractive personhis wife
Marion (Molly) Bloomdenoted by a visible splendid signa lamp?

With indirect and direct verbal allusions or affirmations: with subdued
affection and admiration: with description: with impediment: with
suggestion.

Both then were silent?

Silenteach contemplating the other in both mirrors of the reciprocal flesh
of theirhisnothis fellowfaces.

Were they indefinitely inactive?

At Stephen's suggestionat Bloom's instigation bothfirst Stephenthen
Bloomin penumbra urinatedtheir sides contiguoustheir organs of
micturition reciprocally rendered invisible by manual circumpositiontheir
gazesfirst Bloom'sthen Stephen'selevated to the projected luminous and
semiluminous shadow.

Similarly?

The trajectories of theirfirst sequentthen simultaneousurinations were
dissimilar: Bloom's longerless irruentin the incomplete form of the
bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letterwho in his ultimate year at High
School (1880) had been capable of attaining the point of greatest altitude
against the whole concurrent strength of the institution210 scholars:
Stephen's highermore sibilantwho in the ultimate hours of the previous
day had augmented by diuretic consumption an insistent vesical pressure.

What different problems presented themselves to each concerning the
invisible audible collateral organ of the other?

To Bloom: the problems of irritabilitytumescencerigidityreactivity
dimensionsanitarinesspilosity.

To Stephen: the problem of the sacerdotal integrity of Jesus circumcised (I
Januaryholiday of obligation to hear mass and abstain from unnecessary
servile work) and the problem as to whether the divine prepucethe carnal
bridal ring of the holy Roman catholic apostolic churchconserved in
Calcatawere deserving of simple hyperduly or of the fourth degree of
latria accorded to the abscission of such divine excrescences as hair and
toenails.


What celestial sign was by both simultaneously observed?

A star precipitated with great apparent velocity across the firmament from
Vega in the Lyre above the zenith beyond the stargroup of the Tress of
Berenice towards the zodiacal sign of Leo.

How did the centripetal remainer afford egress to the centrifugal departer?

By inserting the barrel of an arruginated male key in the hole of an unstable
female lockobtaining a purchase on the bow of the key and turning its
wards from right to leftwithdrawing a bolt from its staplepulling inward
spasmodically an obsolescent unhinged door and revealing an aperture for
free egress and free ingress.

How did they take leaveone of the otherin separation?

Standing perpendicular at the same door and on different sides of its base
the lines of their valedictory armsmeeting at any point and forming any
angle less than the sum of two right angles.

What sound accompanied the union of their tangentthe disunion of their
(respectively) centrifugal and centripetal hands?

The sound of the peal of the hour of the night by the chime of the bells in
the church of Saint George.

What echoes of that sound were by both and each heard?

By Stephen:

LILIATA RUTILANTIUM. TURMA CIRCUMDET.
IUBILANTIUM TE VIRGINUM. CHORUS EXCIPIAT.


By Bloom:

HEIGHOHEIGHO

HEIGHOHEIGHO.

Where were the several members of the company which with Bloom that
day at the bidding of that peal had travelled from Sandymount in the south
to Glasnevin in the north?

Martin Cunningham (in bed)Jack Power (in bed)Simon Dedalus (in
bed)Ned Lambert (in bed)Tom Kernan (in bed)Joe Hynes (in bed)
John Henry Menton (in bed)Bernard Corrigan (in bed)Patsy Dignam (in
bed)Paddy Dignam (in the grave).

Alonewhat did Bloom hear?

The double reverberation of retreating feet on the heavenborn earththe
double vibration of a jew's harp in the resonant lane.

Alonewhat did Bloom feel?

The cold of interstellar spacethousands of degrees below freezing point or
the absolute zero of FahrenheitCentigrade or Reaumur: the incipient


intimations of proximate dawn.

Of what did bellchime and handtouch and footstep and lonechill remind him?

Of companions now in various manners in different places defunct: Percy
Apjohn (killed in actionModder River)Philip Gilligan (phthisisJervis
Street hospital)Matthew F. Kane (accidental drowningDublin Bay)
Philip Moisel (pyemiaHeytesbury street)Michael Hart (phthisisMater
Misericordiae hospital)Patrick Dignam (apoplexySandymount).

What prospect of what phenomena inclined him to remain?

The disparition of three final starsthe diffusion of daybreakthe
apparition of a new solar disk.

Had he ever been a spectator of those phenomena?

Oncein 1887after a protracted performance of charades in the house of
Luke DoyleKimmagehe had awaited with patience the apparition of the
diurnal phenomenonseated on a wallhis gaze turned in the direction of
Mizrachthe east.

He remembered the initial paraphenomena?

More active aira matutinal distant cockecclesiastical clocks at various
pointsavine musicthe isolated tread of an early wayfarerthe visible
diffusion of the light of an invisible luminous bodythe first golden limb of
the resurgent sun perceptible low on the horizon.

Did he remain?

With deep inspiration he returnedretraversing the gardenreentering the
passagereclosing the door. With brief suspiration he reassumed the candle
reascended the stairsreapproached the door of the front roomhallfloor
and reentered.

What suddenly arrested his ingress?

The right temporal lobe of the hollow sphere of his cranium came into
contact with a solid timber angle wherean infinitesimal but sensible
fraction of a second latera painful sensation was located in consequence of
antecedent sensations transmitted and registered.

Describe the alterations effected in the disposition of the articles of
furniture.

A sofa upholstered in prune plush had been translocated from opposite the
door to the ingleside near the compactly furled Union Jack (an alteration
which he had frequently intended to execute): the blue and white checker
inlaid majolicatopped table had been placed opposite the door in the place
vacated by the prune plush sofa: the walnut sideboard (a projecting angle
of which had momentarily arrested his ingress) had been moved from its
position beside the door to a more advantageous but more perilous position
in front of the door: two chairs had been moved from right and left of the
ingleside to the position originally occupied by the blue and white checker
inlaid majolicatopped table.


Describe them.

One: a squat stuffed easychairwith stout arms extended and back slanted
to the rerewhichrepelled in recoilhad then upturned an irregular fringe
of a rectangular rug and now displayed on its amply upholstered seat a
centralised diffusing and diminishing discolouration. The other: a slender
splayfoot chair of glossy cane curvesplaced directly opposite the former
its frame from top to seat and from seat to base being varnished dark
brownits seat being a bright circle of white plaited rush.

What significances attached to these two chairs?

Significances of similitudeof postureof symbolismof circumstantial
evidenceof testimonial supermanence.

What occupied the position originally occupied by the sideboard?

A vertical piano (Cadby) with exposed keyboardits closed coffin
supporting a pair of long yellow ladies' gloves and an emerald ashtray
containing four consumed matchesa partly consumed cigarette and two
discoloured ends of cigarettesits musicrest supporting the music in the key
of G natural for voice and piano of LOVE'S OLD SWEET SONG (words by G.
Clifton Binghamcomposed by J. L. Molloysung by Madam Antoinette
Sterling) open at the last page with the final indications AD LIBITUMFORTE
pedalANIMATOsustained pedalRITIRANDOclose.

With what sensations did Bloom contemplate in rotation these objects?

With strainelevating a candlestick: with painfeeling on his right temple a
contused tumescence: with attentionfocussing his gaze on a large dull
passive and a slender bright active: with solicitationbending and
downturning the upturned rugfringe: with amusementremembering Dr
Malachi Mulligan's scheme of colour containing the gradation of green:
with pleasurerepeating the words and antecedent act and perceiving
through various channels of internal sensibility the consequent and
concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of gradual discolouration.

His next proceeding?

From an open box on the majolicatopped table he extracted a black
diminutive coneone inch in heightplaced it on its circular base on a small
tin plateplaced his candlestick on the right corner of the mantelpiece
produced from his waistcoat a folded page of prospectus (illustrated)
entitled Agendath Netaimunfolded the sameexamined it superficially
rolled it into a thin cylinderignited it in the candleflameapplied it when
ignited to the apex of the cone till the latter reached the stage of
rutilanceplaced the cylinder in the basin of the candlestick disposing
its unconsumed part in such a manner as to facilitate total combustion.

What followed this operation?

The truncated conical crater summit of the diminutive volcano emitted a
vertical and serpentine fume redolent of aromatic oriental incense.

What homothetic objectsother than the candlestickstood on the
mantelpiece?


A timepiece of striated Connemara marblestopped at the hour of

4.46 a.m. on the 21 March 1896matrimonial gift of Matthew Dillon: a
dwarf tree of glacial arborescence under a transparent bellshade
matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle: an embalmed owl
matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper.
What interchanges of looks took place between these three objects and
Bloom?

In the mirror of the giltbordered pierglass the undecorated back of the
dwarf tree regarded the upright back of the embalmed owl. Before the
mirror the matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper with a clear
melancholy wise bright motionless compassionate gaze regarded Bloom
while Bloom with obscure tranquil profound motionless compassionated
gaze regarded the matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle.

What composite asymmetrical image in the mirror then attracted his
attention?

The image of a solitary (ipsorelative) mutable (aliorelative) man.

Why solitary (ipsorelative)?

BROTHERS AND SISTERS HAD HE NONE.
YET THAT MAN'S FATHER WAS HIS GRANDFATHER'S SON.


Why mutable (aliorelative)?


From infancy to maturity he had resembled his maternal procreatrix. From
maturity to senility he would increasingly resemble his paternal
procreator.


What final visual impression was communicated to him by the mirror?


The optical reflection of several inverted volumes improperly arranged and
not in the order of their common letters with scintillating titles on the
two bookshelves opposite.


Catalogue these books.


THOM'S DUBLIN POST OFFICE DIRECTORY1886.
Denis Florence M'Carthy's POETICAL WORKS (copper beechleaf bookmark at p. 5).
Shakespeare's WORKS (dark crimson moroccogoldtooled).
THE USEFUL READY RECKONER (brown cloth).
THE SECRET HISTORY OF THE COURT OF CHARLES II (red clothtooled binding).
THE CHILD'S GUIDE (blue cloth).
The Beauties of Killarney (wrappers).
WHEN WE WERE BOYS by William O'Brien M. P. (green clothslightly faded


envelope bookmark at p. 217).
THOUGHTS FROM SPINOZA (maroon leather).
THE STORY OF THE HEAVENS by Sir Robert Ball (blue cloth).
Ellis's THREE TRIPS TO MADAGASCAR (brown clothtitle obliterated).
THE STARK-MUNRO LETTERS by A. Conan Doyleproperty of the City of

Dublin Public Library106 Capel streetlent 21 May (Whitsun Eve)
1904due 4 June 190413 days overdue (black cloth bindingbearing
white letternumber ticket).

VOYAGES IN CHINA by "Viator" (recovered with brown paperred ink title).
PHILOSOPHY OF THE TALMUD (sewn pamphlet).


Lockhart's LIFE OF NAPOLEON (cover wantingmarginal annotations
minimising victoriesaggrandising defeats of the protagonist).
SOLL UND HABEN by Gustav Freytag (black boardsGothic characters
cigarette coupon bookmark at p. 24).

Hozier's HISTORY OF THE RUSSO-TURKISH WAR (brown clotha volumeswith
gummed labelGarrison LibraryGovernor's ParadeGibraltaron verso
of cover).

LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND by William Allingham (second edition
green clothgilt trefoil designprevious owner's name on recto of flyleaf
erased).

A HANDBOOK OF ASTRONOMY (coverbrown leatherdetachedS plates
antique letterpress long primerauthor's footnotes nonpareilmarginal
clues breviercaptions small pica).

THE HIDDEN LIFE OF CHRIST (black boards).
IN THE TRACK OF THE SUN (yellow clothtitlepage missingrecurrent title


intestation).
PHYSICAL STRENGTH AND HOW TO OBTAIN IT by Eugen Sandow (red cloth).
SHORT BUT YET PLAIN ELEMENTS OF GEOMETRY written in French by F. Ignat.

Pardies and rendered into English by John Harris D. D. Londonprinted
for R. Knaplock at the Bifhop's HeadMDCCXIwith dedicatory epiftle
to his worthy friend Charles CoxefquireMember of Parliament for the
burgh of Southwark and having ink calligraphed statement on the flyleaf
certifying that the book was the property of Michael Gallagherdated
this 10th day of May 1822 and requefting the perfon who should find itif
the book should be loft or go aftrayto reftore it to Michael Gallagher
carpenterDufery GateEnnifcorthycounty Wicklowthe fineft place in
the world.

What reflections occupied his mind during the process of reversion of the
inverted volumes?

The necessity of ordera place for everything and everything in its place:
the deficient appreciation of literature possessed by females: the incongruity
of an apple incuneated in a tumbler and of an umbrella inclined in a
closestool: the insecurity of hiding any secret document behindbeneath or
between the pages of a book.

Which volume was the largest in bulk?

Hozier's HISTORY OF THE RUSSO-TURKISH WAR.

What among other data did the second volume of the work in question
contain?

The name of a decisive battle (forgotten)frequently remembered by a
decisive officermajor Brian Cooper Tweedy (remembered).

Whyfirstly and secondlydid he not consult the work in question?

Firstlyin order to exercise mnemotechnic: secondlybecause after an
interval of amnesiawhenseated at the central tableabout to consult the
work in questionhe remembered by mnemotechnic the name of the
military engagementPlevna.

What caused him consolation in his sitting posture?

The candournudityposetranquilityyouthgracesexcounsel of a statue
erect in the centre of the tablean image of Narcissus purchased by auction
from P. A. Wren9 Bachelor's Walk.


What caused him irritation in his sitting posture?
Inhibitory pressure of collar (size 17) and waistcoat (5 buttons)two
articles of clothing superfluous in the costume of mature males and inelastic
to alterations of mass by expansion.


How was the irritation allayed?


He removed his collarwith contained black necktie and collapsible stud
from his neck to a position on the left of the table. He unbuttoned
successively in reversed direction waistcoattrousersshirt and vest along
the medial line of irregular incrispated black hairs extending in triangular
convergence from the pelvic basin over the circumference of the abdomen
and umbilicular fossicle along the medial line of nodes to the intersection of
the sixth pectoral vertebraethence produced both ways at right angles and
terminating in circles described about two equidistant pointsright and left
on the summits of the mammary prominences. He unbraced successively
each of six minus one braced trouser buttonsarranged in pairsof which
one incomplete.


What involuntary actions followed?


He compressed between 2 fingers the flesh circumjacent to a cicatrice in the
left infracostal region below the diaphragm resulting from a sting inflicted 2
weeks and 3 days previously (23 May 1904) by a bee. He scratched
imprecisely with his right handthough insensible of pruritionvarious
points and surfaces of his partly exposedwholly abluted skin. He inserted
his left hand into the left lower pocket of his waistcoat and extracted and
replaced a silver coin (I shilling)placed there (presumably) on the occasion
(17 October 1903) of the interment of Mrs Emily SinicoSydney Parade.


Compile the budget for 16 June 1904.


DEBIT CREDIT


L--s--d L--s--d
1 Pork kidney 0--0--3 Cash in Hand 0--4--9
1 Copy FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 0--0--1 Commission recd FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 1--7--6
1 Bath And Gratification 0--1--6 Loan (Stephen Dedalus) 1--7--0
Tramfare 0--0--1
1 In Memoriam
Patrick Dignam 0--5--0
2 Banbury cakes 0--0--1
1 Lunch 0--0--7
1 Renewal fee for book 0--1--0
1 Packet Notepaper
and Envelopes 0--0--2
1 Dinner
and Gratification 0--2--0
I Postal Order
and Stamp 0--2--8
Tramfare 0--0--1
1 Pig's Foot 0--0--4
1 Sheep's Trotter 0--0--3
1 Cake Fry's
Plain Chocolate 0--0--1
1 Square Soda Bread 0--0--4
1 Coffee and Bun 0--0--4
Loan (Stephen Dedalus)
refunded 1--7--0


BALANCE 0--17--5
2--19--3 2--19--3

Did the process of divestiture continue?

Sensible of a benignant persistent ache in his footsoles he extended his foot
to one side and observed the creasesprotuberances and salient points
caused by foot pressure in the course of walking repeatedly in several
different directionstheninclinedhe disnoded the laceknotsunhooked
and loosened the lacestook off each of his two boots for the second time
detached the partially moistened right sock through the fore part of which
the nail of his great toe had again effractedraised his right foot and
having unhooked a purple elastic sock suspendertook off his right sock
placed his unclothed right foot on the margin of the seat of his chairpicked
at and gently lacerated the protruding part of the great toenailraised the
part lacerated to his nostrils and inhaled the odour of the quickthenwith
satisfactionthrew away the lacerated ungual fragment.

Why with satisfaction?

Because the odour inhaled corresponded to other odours inhaled of other
ungual fragmentspicked and lacerated by Master Bloompupil of Mrs
Ellis's juvenile schoolpatiently each night in the act of brief genuflection
and nocturnal prayer and ambitious meditation.

In what ultimate ambition had all concurrent and consecutive ambitions
now coalesced?

Not to inherit by right of primogenituregavelkind or borough Englishor
possess in perpetuity an extensive demesne of a sufficient number of acres
roods and perchesstatute land measure (valuation 42 pounds)of grazing
turbary surrounding a baronial hall with gatelodge and carriage drive nor
on the other handa terracehouse or semidetached villadescribed as RUS IN
URBE or QUI SI SANAbut to purchase by private treaty in fee simple a
thatched bungalowshaped 2 storey dwellinghouse of southerly aspect
surmounted by vane and lightning conductorconnected with the earthwith
porch covered by parasitic plants (ivy or Virginia creeper)halldoorolive
greenwith smart carriage finish and neat doorbrassesstucco front with gilt
tracery at eaves and gablerisingif possibleupon a gentle eminence with
agreeable prospect from balcony with stone pillar parapet over unoccupied
and unoccupyable interjacent pastures and standing in 5 or 6 acres of its
own groundat such a distance from the nearest public thoroughfare as to
render its houselights visible at night above and through a quickset
hornbeam hedge of topiary cuttingsituate at a given point not less than 1
statute mile from the periphery of the metropoliswithin a time limit of not
more than 15 minutes from tram or train line (e.g.Dundrumsouthor
Suttonnorthboth localities equally reported by trial to resemble the
terrestrial poles in being favourable climates for phthisical subjects)the
premises to be held under feefarm grantlease 999 yearsthe messuage to
consist of 1 drawingroom with baywindow (2 lancets)thermometer
affixed1 sittingroom4 bedrooms2 servants' roomstiled kitchen with
close range and scullerylounge hall fitted with linen wallpressesfumed
oak sectional bookcase containing the Encyclopaedia Britannica and New
Century Dictionarytransverse obsolete medieval and oriental weapons
dinner gongalabaster lampbowl pendantvulcanite automatic telephone
receiver with adjacent directoryhandtufted Axminster carpet with cream
ground and trellis borderloo table with pillar and claw legshearth with
massive firebrasses and ormolu mantel chronometer clockguaranteed
timekeeper with cathedral chimebarometer with hygrographic chart
comfortable lounge settees and corner fitmentsupholstered in ruby plush
with good springing and sunk centrethree banner Japanese screen and


cuspidors (club stylerich winecoloured leathergloss renewable with a
minimum of labour by use of linseed oil and vinegar) and pyramidically
prismatic central chandelier lustrebentwood perch with fingertame parrot
(expurgated language)embossed mural paper at 10/- per dozen with
transverse swags of carmine floral design and top crown friezestaircase
three continuous flights at successive right anglesof varnished cleargrained
oaktreads and risersnewelbalusters and handrailwith steppedup panel
dadodressed with camphorated wax: bathroomhot and cold supply
reclining and shower: water closet on mezzanine provided with opaque
singlepane oblong windowtipup seatbracket lampbrass tierod and brace
armrestsfootstool and artistic oleograph on inner face of door: ditto
plain: servants' apartments with separate sanitary and hygienic necessaries
for cookgeneral and betweenmaid (salaryrising by biennial unearned
increments of 2 poundswith comprehensive fidelity insuranceannual bonus
(1 pound) and retiring allowance (based on the 65 system) after 30 years'
service)pantrybutterylarderrefrigeratoroutofficescoal and wood
cellarage with winebin (still and sparkling vintages) for distinguished
guestsif entertained to dinner (evening dress)carbon monoxide gas supply
throughout.

What additional attractions might the grounds contain?

As addendaa tennis and fives courta shrubberya glass summerhouse
with tropical palmsequipped in the best botanical mannera rockery with
waterspraya beehive arranged on humane principlesoval flowerbeds in
rectangular grassplots set with eccentric ellipses of scarlet and chrome
tulipsblue scillascrocusespolyanthussweet Williamsweet pealily of
the valley (bulbs obtainable from sir James W. Mackey (Limited) wholesale
and retail seed and bulb merchants and nurserymenagents for chemical
manures23 Sackville streetupper)an orchardkitchen garden and vinery
protected against illegal trespassers by glasstopped mural enclosuresa
lumbershed with padlock for various inventoried implements.

As?

Eeltrapslobsterpotsfishingrodshatchetsteelyardgrindstone
clodcrusherswatheturnercarriagesacktelescope ladder10 tooth rake
washing clogshayteddertumbling rakebillhookpaintpotbrushhoe and
so on.

What improvements might be subsequently introduced?

A rabbitry and fowlruna dovecotea botanical conservatory2 hammocks
(lady's and gentleman's)a sundial shaded and sheltered by laburnum or
lilac treesan exotically harmonically accorded Japanese tinkle gatebell
affixed to left lateral gateposta capacious waterbutta lawnmower with
side delivery and grassboxa lawnsprinkler with hydraulic hose.

What facilities of transit were desirable?

When citybound frequent connection by train or tram from their respective
intermediate station or terminal. When countrybound velocipedesa
chainless freewheel roadster cycle with side basketcar attachedor draught
conveyancea donkey with wicker trap or smart phaeton with good
working solidungular cob (roan gelding14 h).

What might be the name of this erigible or erected residence?

Bloom Cottage. Saint Leopold's. Flowerville.


Could Bloom of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom of Flowerville?

In loose allwool garments with Harris tweed capprice 8/6and useful
garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcanplanting aligned young
firtreessyringingpruningstakingsowing hayseedtrundling a weedladen
wheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the scent of
newmown hayameliorating the soilmultiplying wisdomachieving
longevity.

What syllabus of intellectual pursuits was simultaneously possible?

Snapshot photographycomparative study of religionsfolklore relative to
various amatory and superstitious practicescontemplation of the celestial
constellations.

What lighter recreations?

Outdoor: garden and fieldworkcycling on level macadamised causeways
ascents of moderately high hillsnatation in secluded fresh water and
unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge
anchor on reaches free from weirs and rapids (period of estivation)
vespertinal perambulation or equestrian circumprocession with inspection
of sterile landscape and contrastingly agreeable cottagers' fires of smoking
peat turves (period of hibernation). Indoor: discussion in tepid security of
unsolved historical and criminal problems: lecture of unexpurgated exotic
erotic masterpieces: house carpentry with toolbox containing hammerawl
nailsscrewstintacksgimlettweezersbullnose plane and turnscrew.
Might he become a gentleman farmer of field produce and live stock?

Not impossiblywith 1 or 2 stripper cows1 pike of upland hay and
requisite farming implementse.g.an end-to-end churna turnip pulper etc.

What would be his civic functions and social status among the county
families and landed gentry?

Arranged successively in ascending powers of hierarchical orderthat of
gardenergroundsmancultivatorbreederand at the zenith of his career
resident magistrate or justice of the peace with a family crest and coat of
arms and appropriate classical motto (SEMPER PARATUS)duly recorded in
the court directory (BloomLeopold P.M. P.P. C.K. P.L. L. D.
(HONORIS CAUSA)BloomvilleDundrum) and mentioned in court and
fashionable intelligence (Mr and Mrs Leopold Bloom have left Kingstown
for England).

What course of action did he outline for himself in such capacity?

A course that lay between undue clemency and excessive rigour: the
dispensation in a heterogeneous society of arbitrary classesincessantly
rearranged in terms of greater and lesser social inequalityof unbiassed
homogeneous indisputable justicetempered with mitigants of the widest
possible latitude but exactable to the uttermost farthing with confiscation of
estatereal and personalto the crown. Loyal to the highest constituted
power in the landactuated by an innate love of rectitude his aims would be
the strict maintenance of public orderthe repression of many abuses
though not of all simultaneously (every measure of reform or retrenchment
being a preliminary solution to be contained by fluxion in the final
solution)the upholding of the letter of the law (commonstatute and law
merchant) against all traversers in covin and trespassers acting in


contravention of bylaws and regulationsall resuscitators (by trespass and
petty larceny of kindlings) of venville rightsobsolete by desuetudeall
orotund instigators of international persecutionall perpetuators of
international animositiesall menial molestors of domestic convivialityall
recalcitrant violators of domestic connubiality.

Prove that he had loved rectitude from his earliest youth.

To Master Percy Apjohn at High School in 1880 he had divulged his
disbelief in the tenets of the Irish (protestant) church (to which his father
Rudolf Virag (later Rudolph Bloom) had been converted from the Israelitic
faith and communion in 1865 by the Society for promoting Christianity
among the jews) subsequently abjured by him in favour of Roman
catholicism at the epoch of and with a view to his matrimony in 1888. To
Daniel Magrane and Francis Wade in 1882 during a juvenile friendship
(terminated by the premature emigration of the former) he had advocated
during nocturnal perambulations the political theory of colonial (e.g.
Canadian) expansion and the evolutionary theories of Charles Darwin
expounded in THE DESCENT OF MAN and THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES. In 1885 he
had publicly expressed his adherence to the collective and national
economic programme advocated by James Fintan LalorJohn Fisher
MurrayJohn MitchelJ. F. X. O'Brien and othersthe agrarian policy of
Michael Davittthe constitutional agitation of Charles Stewart Parnell

(M. P. for Cork City)the programme of peaceretrenchment and reform
of William Ewart Gladstone (M. P. for MidlothianN. B.) andin support
of his political convictionshad climbed up into a secure position amid the
ramifications of a tree on Northumberland road to see the entrance
(2 February 1888) into the capital of a demonstrative torchlight procession
of 20000 torchbearersdivided into 120 trade corporationsbearing 2000
torches in escort of the marquess of Ripon and (honest) John Morley.
How much and how did he propose to pay for this country residence?

As per prospectus of the Industrious Foreign Acclimatised Nationalised
Friendly Stateaided Building Society (incorporated 1874)a maximum of
60 pounds per annumbeing 1/6 of an assured incomederived from giltedged
securitiesrepresenting at 5 percent simple interest on capital of 1200
pounds (estimate of price at 20 years' purchase)of which to be paid on
acquisition and the balance in the form of annual rentviz. 800 pounds
plus 2 1/2 percent interest on the samerepayable quarterly in equal
annual instalments until extinction by amortisation of loan advanced
for purchase within a period of 20 yearsamounting to an annual
rental of 64 poundsheadrent includedthe titledeeds to remain
in possession of the lender or lenders with a saving clause envisaging
forced saleforeclosure and mutual compensation in the event of
protracted failure to pay the terms assignedotherwise the messuage to
become the absolute property of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the
period of years stipulated.

What rapid but insecure means to opulence might facilitate immediate
purchase?

A private wireless telegraph which would transmit by dot and dash system
the result of a national equine handicap (flat or steeplechase) of I or more
miles and furlongs won by an outsider at odds of 50 to 1 at
3 hr 8 m p.m. at Ascot (Greenwich time)the message being received and
available for betting purposes in Dublin at 2.59 p.m. (Dunsink time). The
unexpected discovery of an object of great monetary value (precious stone
valuable adhesive or impressed postage stamps (7 schillingmauve
imperforateHamburg1866: 4 penceroseblue paperperforateGreat
Britain1855: 1 francstoneofficialrouletteddiagonal surcharge


Luxemburg1878)antique dynastical ringunique relic) in unusual
repositories or by unusual means: from the air (dropped by an eagle in
flight)by fire (amid the carbonised remains of an incendiated edifice)in
the sea (amid flotsamjetsamlagan and derelict)on earth (in the gizzard
of a comestible fowl). A Spanish prisoner's donation of a distant treasure of
valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a solvent banking corporation
loo years previously at 5 percent compound interest of the collective worth
of 5000000 pounds stg (five million pounds sterling). A contract with an
inconsiderate contractee for the delivery of 32 consignments of some given
commodity in consideration of cash payment on delivery per delivery at the
initial rate of 1/4d to be increased constantly in the geometrical
progression of 2 (1/4d1/2d1d2d4d8d1s 4d2s 8d to 32 terms).
A prepared scheme based on a study of the laws of probability to break the
bank at Monte Carlo. A solution of the secular problem of the quadrature
of the circlegovernment premium 1000000 pounds sterling.

Was vast wealth acquirable through industrial channels?

The reclamation of dunams of waste arenary soilproposed in the
prospectus of Agendath NetaimBleibtreustrasseBerlinW. 15by the
cultivation of orange plantations and melonfields and reafforestation. The
utilisation of waste paperfells of sewer rodentshuman excrement
possessing chemical propertiesin view of the vast production of the first
vast number of the second and immense quantity of the thirdevery normal
human being of average vitality and appetite producing annuallycancelling
byproducts of watera sum total of 80 lbs. (mixed animal and vegetable
diet)to be multiplied by 4386035the total population of Ireland
according to census returns of 1901.

Were there schemes of wider scope?

A scheme to be formulated and submitted for approval to the harbour
commissioners for the exploitation of white coal (hydraulic power)
obtained by hydroelectric plant at peak of tide at Dublin bar or at head of
water at Poulaphouca or Powerscourt or catchment basins of main streams
for the economic production of 500000 W. H. P. of electricity. A scheme
to enclose the peninsular delta of the North Bull at Dollymount and erect
on the space of the forelandused for golf links and rifle rangesan
asphalted esplanade with casinosboothsshooting gallerieshotels
boardinghousesreadingroomsestablishments for mixed bathing. A
scheme for the use of dogvans and goatvans for the delivery of early
morning milk. A scheme for the development of Irish tourist traffic in and
around Dublin by means of petrolpropelled riverboatsplying in the fluvial
fairway between Island bridge and Ringsendcharabancsnarrow gauge
local railwaysand pleasure steamers for coastwise navigation (10/- per
person per dayguide (trilingual) included). A scheme for the repristination
of passenger and goods traffics over Irish waterwayswhen freed from
weedbeds. A scheme to connect by tramline the Cattle Market (North
Circular road and Prussia street) with the quays (Sheriff streetlowerand
East Wall)parallel with the Link line railway laid (in conjunction with the
Great Southern and Western railway line) between the cattle parkLiffey
junctionand terminus of Midland Great Western Railway 43 to 45 North

Wallin proximity to the terminal stations or Dublin branches of Great
Central RailwayMidland Railway of EnglandCity of Dublin Steam
Packet CompanyLancashire and Yorkshire Railway CompanyDublin
and Glasgow Steam Packet CompanyGlasgowDublin and Londonderry
Steam Packet Company (Laird line)British and Irish Steam Packet
CompanyDublin and Morecambe SteamersLondon and North Western
Railway CompanyDublin Port and Docks Board Landing Sheds and
transit sheds of PalgraveMurphy and Companysteamship ownersagents
for steamers from MediterraneanSpainPortugalFranceBelgium and


Holland and for Liverpool Underwriters' Associationthe cost of acquired
rolling stock for animal transport and of additional mileage operated by the
Dublin United Tramways Companylimitedto be covered by graziers'
fees.


Positing what protasis would the contraction for such several schemes
become a natural and necessary apodosis?


Given a guarantee equal to the sum soughtthe supportby deed of gift and
transfer vouchers during donor's lifetime or by bequest after donor's
painless extinctionof eminent financiers (Blum PashaRothschild
GuggenheimHirschMontefioreMorganRockefeller) possessing
fortunes in 6 figuresamassed during a successful lifeand joining capital
with opportunity the thing required was done.


What eventuality would render him independent of such wealth?


The independent discovery of a goldseam of inexhaustible ore.


For what reason did he meditate on schemes so difficult of realisation?


It was one of his axioms that similar meditations or the automatic relation
to himself of a narrative concerning himself or tranquil recollection of the
past when practised habitually before retiring for the night alleviated
fatigue and produced as a result sound repose and renovated vitality.


His justifications?


As a physicist he had learned that of the 70 years of complete human life at
least 2/7viz. 20 years are passed in sleep. As a philosopher he knew that at
the termination of any allotted life only an infinitesimal part of any
person's desires has been realised. As a physiologist he believed in the
artificial placation of malignant agencies chiefly operative during
somnolence.


What did he fear?


The committal of homicide or suicide during sleep by an aberration of the
light of reasonthe incommensurable categorical intelligence situated in the
cerebral convolutions.


What were habitually his final meditations?


Of some one sole unique advertisement to cause passers to stop in wonder
a poster noveltywith all extraneous accretions excludedreduced to its
simplest and most efficient terms not exceeding the span of casual vision and
congruous with the velocity of modern life.


What did the first drawer unlocked contain?


A Vere Foster's handwriting copybookproperty of Milly (Millicent)
Bloomcertain pages of which bore diagram drawingsmarked PAPLI
which showed a large globular head with 5 hairs erect2 eyes in profile
the trunk full front with 3 large buttons1 triangular foot: 2 fading
photographs of queen Alexandra of England and of Maud Branscombe
actress and professional beauty: a Yuletide cardbearing on it a
pictorial representation of a parasitic plantthe legend MIZPAH



the date Xmas 1892the name of the senders: from Mr + Mrs M. Comerford
the versicle: MAY THIS YULETIDE BRING TO THEEJOY AND PEACE AND
WELCOME GLEE: a butt of red partly liquefied sealing waxobtained
from the stores department of Messrs Hely'sLtd.8990and 91 Dame
street: a box containing the remainder of a gross of gilt "J" pennibs
obtained from same department of same firm: an old sandglass which
rolled containing sand which rolled: a sealed prophecy (never unsealed)
written by Leopold Bloom in 1886 concerning the consequences of the
passing into law of William Ewart Gladstone's Home Rule bill of 1886
(never passed into law): a bazaar ticketno 2004of S. Kevin's Charity
Fairprice 6d100 prizes: an infantile epistledatedsmall em monday
reading: capital pee Papli comma capital aitch How are you note of
interrogation capital eye I am very well full stop new paragraph
signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a cameo
broochproperty of Ellen Bloom (born Higgins)deceased: a cameo
scarfpinproperty of Rudolph Bloom (born Virag)deceased: 3 typewritten
lettersaddresseeHenry Flowerc/o. P. O. Westland Rowaddresser
Martha Cliffordc/o. P. O. Dolphin's Barn: the transliterated name and
address of the addresser of the 3 letters in reversed alphabetic
boustrophedonic punctated quadrilinear cryptogram (vowels suppressed)

N. IGS./WI. UU. OX/W. OKS. MH/Y. IM: a press cutting from an English
weekly periodical MODERN SOCIETYsubject corporal chastisement in girls'
schools: a pink ribbon which had festooned an Easter egg in the year
1899: two partly uncoiled rubber preservatives with reserve pockets
purchased by post from Box 32P. O.Charing CrossLondonW. C.:
1 pack of 1 dozen creamlaid envelopes and feintruled notepaper
watermarkednow reduced by 3: some assorted Austrian-Hungarian coins:
2 coupons of the Royal and Privileged Hungarian Lottery: a lowpower
magnifying glass: 2 erotic photocards showing a) buccal coition between
nude senorita (rere presentationsuperior position) and nude torero
(fore presentationinferior position) b) anal violation by male religious
(fully clothedeyes abject) of female religious (partly clothedeyes
direct)purchased by post from Box 32P. O.Charing CrossLondon
W. C.: a press cutting of recipe for renovation of old tan boots: a Id
adhesive stamplavenderof the reign of Queen Victoria: a chart of the
measurements of Leopold Bloom compiled beforeduring and after 2 months'
consecutive use of Sandow-Whiteley's pulley exerciser (men's 15/-
athlete's 20/-) viz. chest 28 in and 29 1/2 inbiceps 9 in and 10 in
forearm 8 1/2 in and 9 inthigh 10 in and 12incalf 11in and 12in: 1
prospectus of The Wonderworkerthe world's greatest remedy for rectal
complaintsdirect from WonderworkerCoventry HouseSouth Place
London E Caddressed (erroneously) to Mrs L. Bloom with brief
accompanying note commencing (erroneously): Dear Madam.
Quote the textual terms in which the prospectus claimed advantages for
this thaumaturgic remedy.

It heals and soothes while you sleepin case of trouble in breaking wind
assists nature in the most formidable wayinsuring instant relief in
discharge of gaseskeeping parts clean and free natural actionan initial
outlay of 7/6 making a new man of you and life worth living. Ladies find
Wonderworker especially usefula pleasant surprise when they note
delightful result like a cool drink of fresh spring water on a sultry summer's
day. Recommend it to your lady and gentlemen friendslasts a lifetime.
Insert long round end. Wonderworker.

Were there testimonials?

Numerous. From clergymanBritish naval officerwellknown authorcity
manhospital nurseladymother of fiveabsentminded beggar.


How did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude?

What a pity the government did not supply our men with wonderworkers
during the South African campaign! What a relief it would have been!

What object did Bloom add to this collection of objects?

A 4th typewritten letter received by Henry Flower (let H. F. be L. B.) from
Martha Clifford (find M. C.).

What pleasant reflection accompanied this action?

The reflection thatapart from the letter in questionhis magnetic face
form and address had been favourably received during the course of the
preceding day by a wife (Mrs Josephine Breenborn Josie Powell)a nurse
Miss Callan (Christian name unknown)a maidGertrude (Gertyfamily
name unknown).

What possibility suggested itself?

The possibility of exercising virile power of fascination in the not immediate
future after an expensive repast in a private apartment in the company of an
elegant courtesanof corporal beautymoderately mercenaryvariously
instructeda lady by origin.

What did the 2nd drawer contain?

Documents: the birth certificate of Leopold Paula Bloom: an endowment
assurance policy of 500 pounds in the Scottish Widows' Assurance Society
intestated Millicent (Milly) Bloomcoming into force at 25 years as with
profit policy of 430 pounds462/10/0 and 500 pounds at 60 years or death
65 years or death and deathrespectivelyor with profit policy (paidup) of
299/10/0 together with cash payment of 133/10/0at option: a bank passbook
issued by the Ulster BankCollege Green branch showing statement of
a/c for halfyear ending 31 December 1903balance in depositor's favour:
18/14/6 (eighteen poundsfourteen shillings and sixpencesterling)net
personalty: certificate of possession of 900 poundsCanadian 4 percent
(inscribed) government stock (free of stamp duty): dockets of the Catholic
Cemeteries' (Glasnevin) Committeerelative to a graveplot purchased: a
local press cutting concerning change of name by deedpoll.

Quote the textual terms of this notice.

IRudolph Viragnow resident at no 52 Clanbrassil streetDublin
formerly of Szombathely in the kingdom of Hungaryhereby give notice
that I have assumed and intend henceforth upon all occasions and at all
times to be known by the name of Rudolph Bloom.

What other objects relative to Rudolph Bloom (born Virag) were in the 2nd
drawer?

An indistinct daguerreotype of Rudolf Virag and his father Leopold Virag
executed in the year 1852 in the portrait atelier of their (respectively)
1st and 2nd cousinStefan Virag of SzesfehervarHungary. An ancient
haggadah book in which a pair of hornrimmed convex spectacles inserted
marked the passage of thanksgiving in the ritual prayers for Pessach
(Passover): a photocard of the Queen's HotelEnnisproprietorRudolph
Bloom: an envelope addressed: TO MY DEAR SON LEOPOLD.


What fractions of phrases did the lecture of those five whole words evoke?

Tomorrow will be a week that I received... it is no use Leopold to
be ... with your dear mother ... that is not more to stand ... to
her ... all for me is out ... be kind to AthosLeopold ... my dear
son ... always ... of me ... DAS HERZ ... GOTT ... DEIN ...

What reminiscences of a human subject suffering from progressive
melancholia did these objects evoke in Bloom?

An old manwidowerunkempt of hairin bedwith head coveredsighing:
an infirm dogAthos: aconiteresorted to by increasing doses of grains and
scruples as a palliative of recrudescent neuralgia: the face in death of a
septuagenariansuicide by poison.

Why did Bloom experience a sentiment of remorse?

Because in immature impatience he had treated with disrespect certain
beliefs and practices.

As?

The prohibition of the use of fleshmeat and milk at one meal: the
hebdomadary symposium of incoordinately abstractperfervidly concrete
mercantile coexreligionist excompatriots: the circumcision of male infants:
the supernatural character of Judaic scripture: the ineffability of the
tetragrammaton: the sanctity of the sabbath.

How did these beliefs and practices now appear to him?

Not more rational than they had then appearednot less rational than other
beliefs and practices now appeared.

What first reminiscence had he of Rudolph Bloom (deceased)?

Rudolph Bloom (deceased) narrated to his son Leopold Bloom (aged 6) a
retrospective arrangement of migrations and settlements in and between
DublinLondonFlorenceMilanViennaBudapestSzombathely with
statements of satisfaction (his grandfather having seen Maria Theresia
empress of Austriaqueen of Hungary)with commercial advice (having
taken care of pencethe pounds having taken care of themselves). Leopold
Bloom (aged 6) had accompanied these narrations by constant consultation
of a geographical map of Europe (political) and by suggestions for the
establishment of affiliated business premises in the various centres
mentioned.

Had time equally but differently obliterated the memory of these migrations
in narrator and listener?

In narrator by the access of years and in consequence of the use of narcotic
toxin: in listener by the access of years and in consequence of the action of
distraction upon vicarious experiences.

What idiosyncracies of the narrator were concomitant products of
amnesia?


Occasionally he ate without having previously removed his hat.
Occasionally he drank voraciously the juice of gooseberry fool from an
inclined plate. Occasionally he removed from his lips the traces of food by
means of a lacerated envelope or other accessible fragment of paper.

What two phenomena of senescence were more frequent?

The myopic digital calculation of coinseructation consequent upon
repletion.

What object offered partial consolation for these reminiscences?

The endowment policythe bank passbookthe certificate of the possession
of scrip.

Reduce Bloom by cross multiplication of reverses of fortunefrom which
these supports protected himand by elimination of all positive values to a
negligible negative irrational unreal quantity.

Successivelyin descending helotic order: Poverty: that of the outdoor
hawker of imitation jewellerythe dun for the recovery of bad and doubtful
debtsthe poor rate and deputy cess collector. Mendicancy: that of the
fraudulent bankrupt with negligible assets paying 1s. 4d. in the pound
sandwichmandistributor of throwawaysnocturnal vagrantinsinuating
sycophantmaimed sailorblind striplingsuperannuated bailiffs man
marfeastlickplatespoilsportpickthankeccentric public laughingstock
seated on bench of public park under discarded perforated umbrella.
Destitution: the inmate of Old Man's House (Royal Hospital)
Kilmainhamthe inmate of Simpson's Hospital for reduced but respectable
men permanently disabled by gout or want of sight. Nadir of misery: the
aged impotent disfranchised ratesupported moribund lunatic pauper.

With which attendant indignities?

The unsympathetic indifference of previously amiable femalesthe contempt
of muscular malesthe acceptance of fragments of breadthe simulated
ignorance of casual acquaintancesthe latration of illegitimate unlicensed
vagabond dogsthe infantile discharge of decomposed vegetable missiles
worth little or nothingnothing or less than nothing.

By what could such a situation be precluded?

By decease (change of state): by departure (change of place).

Which preferably?

The latterby the line of least resistance.

What considerations rendered departure not entirely undesirable?

Constant cohabitation impeding mutual toleration of personal defects. The
habit of independent purchase increasingly cultivated. The necessity to
counteract by impermanent sojourn the permanence of arrest.

What considerations rendered departure not irrational?


The parties concernedunitinghad increased and multipliedwhich being
doneoffspring produced and educed to maturitythe partiesif not
disunited were obliged to reunite for increase and multiplicationwhich was
absurdto form by reunion the original couple of uniting partieswhich was
impossible.

What considerations rendered departure desirable?

The attractive character of certain localities in Ireland and abroadas
represented in general geographical maps of polychrome design or in
special ordnance survey charts by employment of scale numerals and
hachures.

In Ireland?

The cliffs of Moherthe windy wilds of Connemaralough Neagh with
submerged petrified citythe Giant's CausewayFort Camden and Fort
Carlislethe Golden Vale of Tipperarythe islands of Aranthe pastures of
royal MeathBrigid's elm in Kildarethe Queen's Island shipyard in
Belfastthe Salmon Leapthe lakes of Killarney.

Abroad?

Ceylon (with spicegardens supplying tea to Thomas Kernanagent for
PulbrookRobertson and Co2 Mincing LaneLondonE. C.5 Dame
streetDublin)Jerusalemthe holy city (with mosque of Omar and gate of
Damascusgoal of aspiration)the straits of Gibraltar (the unique
birthplace of Marion Tweedy)the Parthenon (containing statues of nude
Grecian divinities)the Wall street money market (which controlled
international finance)the Plaza de Toros at La LineaSpain (where
O'Hara of the Camerons had slain the bull)Niagara (over which no
human being had passed with impunity)the land of the Eskimos (eaters of
soap)the forbidden country of Thibet (from which no traveller returns)
the bay of Naples (to see which was to die)the Dead Sea.

Under what guidancefollowing what signs?

At seaseptentrionalby night the polestarlocated at the point of
intersection of the right line from beta to alpha in Ursa Maior produced
and divided externally at omega and the hypotenuse of the rightangled
triangle formed by the line alpha omega so produced and the line alpha
delta of Ursa Maior. On landmeridionala bispherical moonrevealed in
imperfect varying phases of lunation through the posterior interstice of the
imperfectly occluded skirt of a carnose negligent perambulating femalea
pillar of the cloud by day.

What public advertisement would divulge the occultation of the departed?

5 pounds rewardloststolen or strayed from his residence 7 Eccles street
missing gent about 40answering to the name of BloomLeopold (Poldy)
height 5 ft 9 1/2 inchesfull buildolive complexionmay have since
grown a beardwhen last seen was wearing a black suit. Above sum will be
paid for information leading to his discovery.

What universal binomial denominations would be his as entity and
nonentity?

Assumed by any or known to none. Everyman or Noman.


What tributes his?

Honour and gifts of strangersthe friends of Everyman. A nymph
immortalbeautythe bride of Noman.

Would the departed never nowhere nohow reappear?

Ever he would wanderselfcompelledto the extreme limit of his cometary
orbitbeyond the fixed stars and variable suns and telescopic planets
astronomical waifs and straysto the extreme boundary of spacepassing
from land to landamong peoplesamid events. Somewhere imperceptibly
he would hear and somehow reluctantlysuncompelledobey the summons
of recall. Whencedisappearing from the constellation of the Northern
Crown he would somehow reappear reborn above delta in the constellation
of Cassiopeia and after incalculable eons of peregrination return an
estranged avengera wreaker of justice on malefactorsa dark crusadera
sleeper awakenedwith financial resources (by supposition) surpassing
those of Rothschild or the silver king.

What would render such return irrational?

An unsatisfactory equation between an exodus and return in time through
reversible space and an exodus and return in space through irreversible
time.

What play of forcesinducing inertiarendered departure undesirable?

The lateness of the hourrendering procrastinatory: the obscurity of the
nightrendering invisible: the uncertainty of thoroughfaresrendering
perilous: the necessity for reposeobviating movement: the proximity of an
occupied bedobviating research: the anticipation of warmth (human)
tempered with coolness (linen)obviating desire and rendering desirable:
the statue of Narcissussound without echodesired desire.

What advantages were possessed by an occupiedas distinct from an
unoccupied bed?

The removal of nocturnal solitudethe superior quality of human (mature
female) to inhuman (hotwaterjar) calefactionthe stimulation of matutinal
contactthe economy of mangling done on the premises in the case of
trousers accurately folded and placed lengthwise between the spring
mattress (striped) and the woollen mattress (biscuit section).

What past consecutive causesbefore rising preapprehendedof
accumulated fatigue did Bloombefore risingsilently recapitulate?

The preparation of breakfast (burnt offering): intestinal congestion and
premeditative defecation (holy of holies): the bath (rite of John): the
funeral (rite of Samuel): the advertisement of Alexander Keyes (Urim and
Thummim): the unsubstantial lunch (rite of Melchisedek): the visit to
museum and national library (holy place): the bookhunt along Bedford
rowMerchants' ArchWellington Quay (Simchath Torah): the music in
the Ormond Hotel (Shira Shirim): the altercation with a truculent
troglodyte in Bernard Kiernan's premises (holocaust): a blank period of
time including a cardrivea visit to a house of mourninga leavetaking
(wilderness): the eroticism produced by feminine exhibitionism (rite of
Onan): the prolonged delivery of Mrs Mina Purefoy (heave offering): the


visit to the disorderly house of Mrs Bella Cohen82 Tyrone streetlower
and subsequent brawl and chance medley in Beaver street (Armageddon)nocturnal
perambulation to and from the cabman's shelterButt Bridge
(atonement).

What selfimposed enigma did Bloom about to rise in order to go so as to
conclude lest he should not conclude involuntarily apprehend?

The cause of a brief sharp unforeseen heard loud lone crack emitted by the
insentient material of a strainveined timber table.

What selfinvolved enigma did Bloom risengoinggathering multicoloured
multiform multitudinous garmentsvoluntarily apprehendingnot
comprehend?

Who was M'Intosh?

What selfevident enigma pondered with desultory constancy during 30
years did Bloom nowhaving effected natural obscurity by the extinction of
artificial lightsilently suddenly comprehend?

Where was Moses when the candle went out?

What imperfections in a perfect day did Bloomwalkingcharged with
collected articles of recently disvested male wearing apparelsilently
successivelyenumerate?

A provisional failure to obtain renewal of an advertisement: to obtain a
certain quantity of tea from Thomas Kernan (agent for Pulbrook
Robertson and Co5 Dame StreetDublinand 2 Mincing LaneLondon

E. C.): to certify the presence or absence of posterior rectal orifice in the
case of Hellenic female divinities: to obtain admission (gratuitous or paid)
to the performance of Leah by Mrs Bandmann Palmer at the Gaiety
Theatre46474849 South King street.
What impression of an absent face did Bloomarrestedsilently recall?

The face of her fatherthe late Major Brian Cooper TweedyRoyal Dublin
Fusiliersof Gibraltar and RehobothDolphin's Barn.

What recurrent impressions of the same were possible by hypothesis?

Retreatingat the terminus of the Great Northern RailwayAmiens street
with constant uniform accelerationalong parallel lines meeting at infinity
if produced: along parallel linesreproduced from infinitywith constant
uniform retardationat the terminus of the Great Northern Railway
Amiens streetreturning.

What miscellaneous effects of female personal wearing apparel were
perceived by him?

A pair of new inodorous halfsilk black ladies' hosea pair of new violet
gartersa pair of outsize ladies' drawers of India mullcut on generous
linesredolent of opoponaxjessamine and Muratti's Turkish cigarettes and
containing a long bright steel safety pinfolded curvilineara camisole of
batiste with thin lace borderan accordion underskirt of blue silk moirette
all these objects being disposed irregularly on the top of a rectangular


trunkquadruple battenedhaving capped cornerswith multicoloured
labelsinitialled on its fore side in white lettering B. C. T. (Brian Cooper
Tweedy).


What impersonal objects were perceived?


A commodeone leg fracturedtotally covered by square cretonne cutting
apple designon which rested a lady's black straw hat. Orangekeyed ware
bought of Henry Pricebasketfancy goodschinaware and ironmongery
manufacturer212223 Moore streetdisposed irregularly on the
washstand and floor and consisting of basinsoapdish and brushtray (on
the washstandtogether)pitcher and night article (on the floorseparate).


Bloom's acts?


He deposited the articles of clothing on a chairremoved his remaining
articles of clothingtook from beneath the bolster at the head of the bed a
folded long white nightshirtinserted his head and arms into the proper
apertures of the nightshirtremoved a pillow from the head to the foot of
the bedprepared the bedlinen accordingly and entered the bed.


How?


With circumspectionas invariably when entering an abode (his own or not
his own): with solicitudethe snakespiral springs of the mattress being
oldthe brass quoits and pendent viper radii loose and tremulous under
stress and strain: prudentlyas entering a lair or ambush of lust or
adders: lightlythe less to disturb: reverentlythe bed of conception
and of birthof consummation of marriage and of breach of marriageof
sleep and of death.


What did his limbswhen gradually extendedencounter?


New clean bedlinenadditional odoursthe presence of a human form
femalehersthe imprint of a human formmalenot hissome crumbs
some flakes of potted meatrecookedwhich he removed.


If he had smiled why would he have smiled?


To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to
enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if
the first term of a succeeding oneeach imagining himself to be first
lastonly and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor
alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.


What preceding series?


Assuming Mulvey to be the first term of his seriesPenroseBartell
d'Arcyprofessor GoodwinJulius MastianskyJohn Henry MentonFather
Bernard Corrigana farmer at the Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show
Maggot O'ReillyMatthew DillonValentine Blake Dillon (Lord Mayor of
Dublin)Christopher CallinanLenehanan Italian organgrinderan
unknown gentleman in the Gaiety TheatreBenjamin DollardSimon
DedalusAndrew (Pisser) BurkeJoseph CuffeWisdom HelyAlderman
John HooperDr Francis BradyFather Sebastian of Mount Argusa
bootblack at the General Post OfficeHugh E. (Blazes) Boylan and so each
and so on to no last term.



What were his reflections concerning the last member of this series and late
occupant of the bed?

Reflections on his vigour (a bounder)corporal proportion (a billsticker)
commercial ability (a bester)impressionability (a boaster).

Why for the observer impressionability in addition to vigourcorporal
proportion and commercial ability?

Because he had observed with augmenting frequency in the preceding
members of the same series the same concupiscenceinflammably
transmittedfirst with alarmthen with understandingthen with desire
finally with fatiguewith alternating symptoms of epicene comprehension
and apprehension.

With what antagonistic sentiments were his subsequent reflections affected?

Envyjealousyabnegationequanimity.

Envy?

Of a bodily and mental male organism specially adapted for the
superincumbent posture of energetic human copulation and energetic piston
and cylinder movement necessary for the complete satisfaction of a constant
but not acute concupiscence resident in a bodily and mental female
organismpassive but not obtuse.

Jealousy?

Because a nature full and volatile in its free statewas alternately the
agent and reagent of attraction. Because attraction between agent(s) and
reagent(s) at all instants variedwith inverse proportion of increase and
decreasewith incessant circular extension and radial reentrance. Because
the controlled contemplation of the fluctuation of attraction producedif
desireda fluctuation of pleasure.

Abnegation?

In virtue of a) acquaintance initiated in September 1903 in the establishment
of George Mesiasmerchant tailor and outfitter5 Eden Quayb) hospitality
extended and received in kindreciprocated and reappropriated in person
c) comparative youth subject to impulses of ambition and magnanimity
colleagual altruism and amorous egoismd) extraracial attraction
intraracial inhibitionsupraracial prerogativee) an imminent provincial
musical tourcommon current expensesnet proceeds divided.

Equanimity?

As as natural as any and every natural act of a nature expressed or
understood executed in natured nature by natural creatures in accordance
with hisher and their natured naturesof dissimilar similarity. As not so
calamitous as a cataclysmic annihilation of the planet in consequence of a
collision with a dark sun. As less reprehensible than thefthighway robbery
cruelty to children and animalsobtaining money under false pretences
forgeryembezzlementmisappropriation of public moneybetrayal of
public trustmalingeringmayhemcorruption of minorscriminal libel
blackmailcontempt of courtarsontreasonfelonymutiny on the high


seastrespassburglaryjailbreakingpractice of unnatural vicedesertion
from armed forces in the fieldperjurypoachingusuryintelligence with
the king's enemiesimpersonationcriminal assaultmanslaughterwilful
and premeditated murder. As not more abnormal than all other parallel
processes of adaptation to altered conditions of existenceresulting in a
reciprocal equilibrium between the bodily organism and its attendant
circumstancesfoodsbeveragesacquired habitsindulged inclinations
significant disease. As more than inevitableirreparable.

Why more abnegation than jealousyless envy than equanimity?

From outrage (matrimony) to outrage (adultery) there arose nought but
outrage (copulation) yet the matrimonial violator of the matrimonially
violated had not been outraged by the adulterous violator of the
adulterously violated.

What retributionif any?

Assassinationneveras two wrongs did not make one right. Duel by
combatno. Divorcenot now. Exposure by mechanical artifice (automatic
bed) or individual testimony (concealed ocular witnesses)not yet. Suit for
damages by legal influence or simulation of assault with evidence of injuries
sustained (selfinflicted)not impossibly. Hushmoney by moral influence
possibly. If anypositivelyconnivanceintroduction of emulation (material
a prosperous rival agency of publicity: morala successful rival agent of
intimacy)depreciationalienationhumiliationseparation protecting the
one separated from the otherprotecting the separator from both.

By what reflections did hea conscious reactor against the void of
incertitudejustify to himself his sentiments?

The preordained frangibility of the hymen: the presupposed intangibility of
the thing in itself: the incongruity and disproportion between the
selfprolonging tension of the thing proposed to be done and the
selfabbreviating relaxation of the thing done; the fallaciously inferred
debility of the female: the muscularity of the male: the variations of ethical
codes: the natural grammatical transition by inversion involving no
alteration of sense of an aorist preterite proposition (parsed as masculine
subjectmonosyllabic onomatopoeic transitive verb with direct feminine
object) from the active voice into its correlative aorist preterite
proposition (parsed as feminine subjectauxiliary verb and quasimonosyllabic
onomatopoeic past participle with complementary masculine agent) in the
passive voice: the continued product of seminators by generation: the
continual production of semen by distillation: the futility of triumph or
protest or vindication: the inanity of extolled virtue: the lethargy of
nescient matter: the apathy of the stars.

In what final satisfaction did these antagonistic sentiments and reflections
reduced to their simplest formsconverge?

Satisfaction at the ubiquity in eastern and western terrestrial hemispheres
in all habitable lands and islands explored or unexplored (the land of the
midnight sunthe islands of the blessedthe isles of Greecethe land of
promise)of adipose anterior and posterior female hemispheresredolent of
milk and honey and of excretory sanguine and seminal warmthreminiscent
of secular families of curves of amplitudeinsusceptible of moods of
impression or of contrarieties of expressionexpressive of mute immutable
mature animality.


The visible signs of antesatisfaction?

An approximate erection: a solicitous adversion: a gradual elevation: a
tentative revelation: a silent contemplation.

Then?

He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rumpon each
plump melonous hemispherein their mellow yellow furrowwith obscure
prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation.

The visible signs of postsatisfaction?

A silent contemplation: a tentative velation: a gradual abasement: a
solicitous aversion: a proximate erection.

What followed this silent action?

Somnolent invocationless somnolent recognitionincipient excitation
catechetical interrogation.

With what modifications did the narrator reply to this interrogation?

Negative: he omitted to mention the clandestine correspondence between
Martha Clifford and Henry Flowerthe public altercation atin and in the
vicinity of the licensed premises of Bernard Kiernan and CoLimited89
and 10 Little Britain streetthe erotic provocation and response thereto
caused by the exhibitionism of Gertrude (Gerty)surname unknown.
Positive: he included mention of a performance by Mrs Bandmann Palmer
of LEAH at the Gaiety Theatre46474849 South King streetan
invitation to supper at Wynn's (Murphy's) Hotel3536 and 37 Lower
Abbey streeta volume of peccaminous pornographical tendency entituled
SWEETS OF SINanonymous author a gentleman of fashiona temporary
concussion caused by a falsely calculated movement in the course of a
postcenal gymnastic displaythe victim (since completely recovered) being
Stephen Dedalusprofessor and authoreldest surviving son of Simon
Dedalusof no fixed occupationan aeronautical feat executed by him
(narrator) in the presence of a witnessthe professor and author
aforesaidwith promptitude of decision and gymnastic flexibility.

Was the narration otherwise unaltered by modifications?

Absolutely.

Which event or person emerged as the salient point of his narration?

Stephen Dedalusprofessor and author.

What limitations of activity and inhibitions of conjugal rights were
perceived by listener and narrator concerning themselves during the course
of this intermittent and increasingly more laconic narration?

By the listener a limitation of fertility inasmuch as marriage had been
celebrated 1 calendar month after the 18th anniversary of her birth (8
September 1870)viz. 8 Octoberand consummated on the same date with
female issue born 15 June 1889having been anticipatorily consummated on
the lo September of the same year and complete carnal intercoursewith


ejaculation of semen within the natural female organhaving last taken
place 5 weeks previousviz. 27 November 1893to the birth on 29
December 1893 of second (and only male) issuedeceased 9 January 1894
aged 11 daysthere remained a period of 10 years5 months and 18 days
during which carnal intercourse had been incompletewithout ejaculation
of semen within the natural female organ. By the narrator a limitation of
activitymental and corporalinasmuch as complete mental intercourse
between himself and the listener had not taken place since the
consummation of pubertyindicated by catamenic hemorrhageof the
female issue of narrator and listener15 September 1903there remained a
period of 9 months and 1 day during whichin consequence of a
preestablished natural comprehension in incomprehension between the
consummated females (listener and issue)complete corporal liberty of
action had been circumscribed.

How?

By various reiterated feminine interrogation concerning the masculine
destination whitherthe place wherethe time at whichthe duration for
whichthe object with which in the case of temporary absencesprojected
or effected.

What moved visibly above the listener's and the narrator's invisible
thoughts?

The upcast reflection of a lamp and shadean inconstant series of
concentric circles of varying gradations of light and shadow.

In what directions did listener and narrator lie?

ListenerS. E. by E.: NarratorN. W. by W.: on the 53rd parallel of
latitudeN.and 6th meridian of longitudeW.: at an angle of 45 degrees to
the terrestrial equator.

In what state of rest or motion?

At rest relatively to themselves and to each other. In motion being each and
both carried westwardforward and rereward respectivelyby the proper
perpetual motion of the earth through everchanging tracks of
neverchanging space.

In what posture?

Listener: reclined semilaterallyleftleft hand under headright leg
extended in a straight line and resting on left legflexedin the
attitude of Gea-Tellusfulfilledrecumbentbig with seed. Narrator:
reclined laterallyleftwith right and left legs flexedthe
index finger and thumb of the right hand resting on the bridge of
the nosein the attitude depicted in a snapshot photograph made by
Percy Apjohnthe childman wearythe manchild in the womb.

Womb? Weary?

He rests. He has travelled.

With?


Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad
the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the
Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer
and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and
Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer.

When?

Going to dark bed there was a square round Sinbad the Sailor roc's auk's
egg in the night of the bed of all the auks of the rocs of Darkinbad the
Brightdayler.

Where?

* * * * * * *

Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his
breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the CITY ARMS hotel when he
used to be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his highness to
make himself interesting for that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he thought he
had a great leg of and she never left us a farthing all for masses for herself
and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out 4d for her
methylated spirit telling me all her ailments she had too much old chat in
her about politics and earthquakes and the end of the world let us have a bit
of fun first God help the world if all the women were her sort down on
bathingsuits and lownecks of course nobody wanted her to wear them I
suppose she was pious because no man would look at her twice I hope Ill
never be like her a wonder she didnt want us to cover our faces but she was
a welleducated woman certainly and her gabby talk about Mr Riordan here
and Mr Riordan there I suppose he was glad to get shut of her and her dog
smelling my fur and always edging to get up under my petticoats especially
then still I like that in him polite to old women like that and waiters and
beggars too hes not proud out of nothing but not always if ever he got
anything really serious the matter with him its much better for them to go
into a hospital where everything is clean but I suppose Id have to dring it
into him for a month yes and then wed have a hospital nurse next thing on
the carpet have him staying there till they throw him out or a nun maybe
like the smutty photo he has shes as much a nun as Im not yes because
theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want a woman to get well
if his nose bleeds youd think it was O tragic and that dyinglooking one off
the south circular when he sprained his foot at the choir party at the
sugarloaf Mountain the day I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him
flowers the worst old ones she could find at the bottom of the basket
anything at all to get into a mans bedroom with her old maids voice trying
to imagine he was dying on account of her to never see thy face again
though he looked more like a man with his beard a bit grown in the bed
father was the same besides I hate bandaging and dosing when he cut his
toe with the razor paring his corns afraid hed get bloodpoisoning but if it
was a thing I was sick then wed see what attention only of course the
woman hides it not to give all the trouble they do yes he came somewhere
Im sure by his appetite anyway love its not or hed be off his feed thinking of
her so either it was one of those night women if it was down there he was
really and the hotel story he made up a pack of lies to hide it planning it
Hynes kept me who did I meet ah yes I met do you remember Menton and
who else who let me see that big babbyface I saw him and he not long
married flirting with a young girl at Pooles Myriorama and turned my back
on him when he slinked out looking quite conscious what harm but he had
the impudence to make up to me one time well done to him mouth almighty
and his boiled eyes of all the big stupoes I ever met and thats called a
solicitor only for I hate having a long wrangle in bed or else if its not that


its some little bitch or other he got in with somewhere or picked up on the
sly if they only knew him as well as I do yes because the day before yesterday
he was scribbling something a letter when I came into the front room to show
him Dignams death in the paper as if something told me and he covered it
up with the blottingpaper pretending to be thinking about business so very
probably that was it to somebody who thinks she has a softy in him because
all men get a bit like that at his age especially getting on to forty he is
now so as to wheedle any money she can out of him no fool like an old fool and
then the usual kissing my bottom was to hide it not that I care two straws
now who he does it with or knew before that way though Id like to find out
so long as I dont have the two of them under my nose all the time like that
slut that Mary we had in Ontario terrace padding out her false bottom to
excite him bad enough to get the smell of those painted women off him once
or twice I had a suspicion by getting him to come near me when I found the
long hair on his coat without that one when I went into the kitchen
pretending he was drinking water 1 woman is not enough for them it was
all his fault of course ruining servants then proposing that she could eat at
our table on Christmas day if you please O no thank you not in my house
stealing my potatoes and the oysters 2/6 per doz going out to see her aunt if
you please common robbery so it was but I was sure he had something on
with that one it takes me to find out a thing like that he said you have no
proof it was her proof O yes her aunt was very fond of oysters but I told
her what I thought of her suggesting me to go out to be alone with her I
wouldnt lower myself to spy on them the garters I found in her room the
Friday she was out that was enough for me a little bit too much her face
swelled up on her with temper when I gave her her weeks notice I saw to
that better do without them altogether do out the rooms myself quicker only
for the damn cooking and throwing out the dirt I gave it to him anyhow
either she or me leaves the house I couldnt even touch him if I thought he
was with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that one denying it up to my
face and singing about the place in the W C too because she knew she was
too well off yes because he couldnt possibly do without it that long so he
must do it somewhere and the last time he came on my bottom when was it
the night Boylan gave my hand a great squeeze going along by the Tolka in
my hand there steals another I just pressed the back of his like that with my
thumb to squeeze back singing the young May moon shes beaming love
because he has an idea about him and me hes not such a fool he said Im
dining out and going to the Gaiety though Im not going to give him the
satisfaction in any case God knows hes a change in a way not to be always
and ever wearing the same old hat unless I paid some nicelooking boy to do
it since I cant do it myself a young boy would like me Id confuse him a little
alone with him if we were Id let him see my garters the new ones and make
him turn red looking at him seduce him I know what boys feel with that
down on their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the thing by the hour
question and answer would you do this that and the other with the coalman
yes with a bishop yes I would because I told him about some dean or bishop
was sitting beside me in the jews temples gardens when I was knitting that
woollen thing a stranger to Dublin what place was it and so on about the
monuments and he tired me out with statues encouraging him making him
worse than he is who is in your mind now tell me who are you thinking of
who is it tell me his name who tell me who the german Emperor is it yes
imagine Im him think of him can you feel him trying to make a whore of me
what he never will he ought to give it up now at this age of his life simply
ruination for any woman and no satisfaction in it pretending to like it till
he comes and then finish it off myself anyway and it makes your lips pale
anyhow its done now once and for all with all the talk of the world about it
people make its only the first time after that its just the ordinary do it and
think no more about it why cant you kiss a man without going and
marrying him first you sometimes love to wildly when you feel that way so
nice all over you you cant help yourself I wish some man or other would
take me sometime when hes there and kiss me in his arms theres nothing
like a kiss long and hot down to your soul almost paralyses you then I hate
that confession when I used to go to Father Corrigan he touched me father
and what harm if he did where and I said on the canal bank like a fool but


whereabouts on your person my child on the leg behind high up was it yes
rather high up was it where you sit down yes O Lord couldnt he say bottom
right out and have done with it what has that got to do with it and did you
whatever way he put it I forget no father and I always think of the real
father what did he want to know for when I already confessed it to God he
had a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt mind feeling it neither
would he Id say by the bullneck in his horsecollar I wonder did he know me
in the box I could see his face he couldnt see mine of course hed never turn
or let on still his eyes were red when his father died theyre lost for a woman
of course must be terrible when a man cries let alone them Id like to be
embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of incense off him like the
pope besides theres no danger with a priest if youre married hes too careful
about himself then give something to H H the pope for a penance I wonder
was he satisfied with me one thing I didnt like his slapping me behind going
away so familiarly in the hall though I laughed Im not a horse or an ass am
I I suppose he was thinking of his fathers I wonder is he awake thinking of
me or dreaming am I in it who gave him that flower he said he bought he
smelt of some kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind
of paste they stick their bills up with some liqueur Id like to sip those
richlooking green and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies
drink with the opera hats I tasted once with my finger dipped out of that
American that had the squirrel talking stamps with father he had all he
could do to keep himself from falling asleep after the last time after we took
the port and potted meat it had a fine salty taste yes because I felt lovely
and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a top the moment I popped
straight into bed till that thunder woke me up God be merciful to us I thought
the heavens were coming down about us to punish us when I blessed myself
and said a Hail Mary like those awful thunderbolts in Gibraltar as if the
world was coming to an end and then they come and tell you theres no God
what could you do if it was running and rushing about nothing only make
an act of contrition the candle I lit that evening in Whitefriars street
chapel for the month of May see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he
heard because he never goes to church mass or meeting he says your soul you
have no soul inside only grey matter because he doesnt know what it is to
have one yes when I lit the lamp because he must have come 3 or 4 times
with that tremendous big red brute of a thing he has I thought the vein or
whatever the dickens they call it was going to burst though his nose is not
so big after I took off all my things with the blinds down after my hours
dressing and perfuming and combing it like iron or some kind of a thick
crowbar standing all the time he must have eaten oysters I think a few
dozen he was in great singing voice no I never in all my life felt anyone had
one the size of that to make you feel full up he must have eaten a whole
sheep after whats the idea making us like that with a big hole in the middle
of us or like a Stallion driving it up into you because thats all they want
out of you with that determined vicious look in his eye I had to halfshut my
eyes still he hasnt such a tremendous amount of spunk in him when I made
him pull out and do it on me considering how big it is so much the better in
case any of it wasnt washed out properly the last time I let him finish it in
me nice invention they made for women for him to get all the pleasure but if
someone gave them a touch of it themselves theyd know what I went
through with Milly nobody would believe cutting her teeth too and Mina
Purefoys husband give us a swing out of your whiskers filling her up with a
child or twins once a year as regular as the clock always with a smell of
children off her the one they called budgers or something like a nigger with
a shock of hair on it Jesusjack the child is a black the last time I was there
a squad of them falling over one another and bawling you couldnt hear your
ears supposed to be healthy not satisfied till they have us swollen out like
elephants or I dont know what supposing I risked having another not off
him though still if he was married Im sure hed have a fine strong child but I
dont know Poldy has more spunk in him yes thatd be awfully jolly I
suppose it was meeting Josie Powell and the funeral and thinking about me
and Boylan set him off well he can think what he likes now if thatll do him
any good I know they were spooning a bit when I came on the scene he was
dancing and sitting out with her the night of Georgina Simpsons


housewarming and then he wanted to ram it down my neck it was on
account of not liking to see her a wallflower that was why we had the
standup row over politics he began it not me when he said about Our Lord
being a carpenter at last he made me cry of course a woman is so sensitive
about everything I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for I
knew he was gone on me and the first socialist he said He was he annoyed
me so much I couldnt put him into a temper still he knows a lot of mixedup
things especially about the body and the inside I often wanted to study up
that myself what we have inside us in that family physician I could always
hear his voice talking when the room was crowded and watch him after that
I pretended I had a coolness on with her over him because he used to be a
bit on the jealous side whenever he asked who are you going to and I said
over to Floey and he made me the present of Byron's poems and the
three pairs of gloves so that finished that I could quite easily get him to
make it up any time I know how Id even supposing he got in with her again
and was going out to see her somewhere Id know if he refused to eat the
onions I know plenty of ways ask him to tuck down the collar of my blouse
or touch him with my veil and gloves on going out I kiss then would send
them all spinning however alright well see then let him go to her she of
course would only be too delighted to pretend shes mad in love with him
that I wouldnt so much mind Id just go to her and ask her do you love him
and look her square in the eyes she couldnt fool me but he might imagine he
was and make a declaration to her with his plabbery kind of a manner like
he did to me though I had the devils own job to get it out of him though I
liked him for that it showed he could hold in and wasnt to be got for the
asking he was on the pop of asking me too the night in the kitchen I was
rolling the potato cake theres something I want to say to you only for I put
him off letting on I was in a temper with my hands and arms full of pasty
flour in any case I let out too much the night before talking of dreams so I
didnt want to let him know more than was good for him she used to be
always embracing me Josie whenever he was there meaning him of course
glauming me over and when I said I washed up and down as far as possible
asking me and did you wash possible the women are always egging on to
that putting it on thick when hes there they know by his sly eye blinking a
bit putting on the indifferent when they come out with something the kind
he is what spoils him I dont wonder in the least because he was very
handsome at that time trying to look like Lord Byron I said I liked though
he was too beautiful for a man and he was a little before we got engaged
afterwards though she didnt like it so much the day I was in fits of laughing
with the giggles I couldnt stop about all my hairpins falling out one after
another with the mass of hair I had youre always in great humour she said
yes because it grigged her because she knew what it meant because I used to
tell her a good bit of what went on between us not all but just enough to
make her mouth water but that wasnt my fault she didnt darken the door
much after we were married I wonder what shes got like now after living
with that dotty husband of hers she had her face beginning to look drawn
and run down the last time I saw her she must have been just after a row
with him because I saw on the moment she was edging to draw down a
conversation about husbands and talk about him to run him down what
was it she told me O yes that sometimes he used to go to bed with his
muddy boots on when the maggot takes him just imagine having to get into
bed with a thing like that that might murder you any moment what a man
well its not the one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he does
always wipes his feet on the mat when he comes in wet or shine and always
blacks his own boots too and he always takes off his hat when he comes up
in the street like then and now hes going about in his slippers to look for
10000 pounds for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing like that
simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take his boots
off now what could you make of a man like that Id rather die 20 times over
than marry another of their sex of course hed never find another woman
like me to put up with him the way I do know me come sleep with me yes
and he knows that too at the bottom of his heart take that Mrs Maybrick
that poisoned her husband for what I wonder in love with some other man
yes it was found out on her wasnt she the downright villain to go and do a


thing like that of course some men can be dreadfully aggravating drive you
mad and always the worst word in the world what do they ask us to marry
them for if were so bad as all that comes to yes because they cant get on
without us white Arsenic she put in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I wonder
why they call it that if I asked him hed say its from the Greek leave us as
wise as we were before she must have been madly in love with the other
fellow to run the chance of being hanged O she didnt care if that was her
nature what could she do besides theyre not brutes enough to go and hang a
woman surely are they

theyre all so different Boylan talking about the shape of my foot he
noticed at once even before he was introduced when I was in the D B C
with Poldy laughing and trying to listen I was waggling my foot we both
ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw him looking with his two
old maids of sisters when I stood up and asked the girl where it was what
do I care with it dropping out of me and that black closed breeches he made
me buy takes you half an hour to let them down wetting all myself always
with some brandnew fad every other week such a long one I did I forgot my
suede gloves on the seat behind that I never got after some robber of a
woman and he wanted me to put it in the Irish times lost in the ladies
lavatory D B C Dame street finder return to Mrs Marion Bloom and I saw
his eyes on my feet going out through the turning door he was looking
when I looked back and I went there for tea 2 days after in the hope but he
wasnt now how did that excite him because I was crossing them when we
were in the other room first he meant the shoes that are too tight to walk in
my hand is nice like that if I only had a ring with the stone for my month a
nice aquamarine Ill stick him for one and a gold bracelet I dont like my foot
so much still I made him spend once with my foot the night after Goodwins
botchup of a concert so cold and windy it was well we had that rum in the
house to mull and the fire wasnt black out when he asked to take off my
stockings lying on the hearthrug in Lombard street west and another time it
was my muddy boots hed like me to walk in all the horses dung I could find
but of course hes not natural like the rest of the world that I what did he
say I could give 9 points in 10 to Katty Lanner and beat her what does that
mean I asked him I forget what he said because the stoppress edition just
passed and the man with the curly hair in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I
think I saw his face before somewhere I noticed him when I was tasting the
butter so I took my time Bartell dArcy too that he used to make fun of when
he commenced kissing me on the choir stairs after I sang Gounods AVE
MARIA what are we waiting for O my heart kiss me straight on the brow and
part which is my brown part he was pretty hot for all his tinny voice too my
low notes he was always raving about if you can believe him I liked the way
he used his mouth singing then he said wasnt it terrible to do that there in a
place like that I dont see anything so terrible about it Ill tell him about
that some day not now and surprise him ay and Ill take him there and show him
the very place too we did it so now there you are like it or lump it he thinks
nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt an idea about my
mother till we were engaged otherwise hed never have got me so cheap as he
did he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to give him a tiny bit
cut off my drawers that was the evening coming along Kenilworth square
he kissed me in the eye of my glove and I had to take it off asking me
questions is it permitted to enquire the shape of my bedroom so I let him
keep it as if I forgot it to think of me when I saw him slip it into his
pocket of course hes mad on the subject of drawers thats plain to be seen
always skeezing at those brazenfaced things on the bicycles with their skirts
blowing up to their navels even when Milly and I were out with him at the
open air fete that one in the cream muslin standing right against the sun so
he could see every atom she had on when he saw me from behind following
in the rain I saw him before he saw me however standing at the corner of
the Harolds cross road with a new raincoat on him with the muffler in the
Zingari colours to show off his complexion and the brown hat looking
slyboots as usual what was he doing there where hed no business they can
go and get whatever they like from anything at all with a skirt on it and
were not to ask any questions but they want to know where were you where


are you going I could feel him coming along skulking after me his eyes on
my neck he had been keeping away from the house he felt it was getting too
warm for him so I halfturned and stopped then he pestered me to say yes till
I took off my glove slowly watching him he said my openwork sleeves were
too cold for the rain anything for an excuse to put his hand anear me
drawers drawers the whole blessed time till I promised to give him the pair
off my doll to carry about in his waistcoat pocket O MARIA SANTISIMA he did
look a big fool dreeping in the rain splendid set of teeth he had made me
hungry to look at them and beseeched of me to lift the orange petticoat I
had on with the sunray pleats that there was nobody he said hed kneel
down in the wet if I didnt so persevering he would too and ruin his new
raincoat you never know what freak theyd take alone with you theyre so
savage for it if anyone was passing so I lifted them a bit and touched his
trousers outside the way I used to Gardner after with my ring hand to keep
him from doing worse where it was too public I was dying to find out was
he circumcised he was shaking like a jelly all over they want to do everything
too quick take all the pleasure out of it and father waiting all the
time for his dinner he told me to say I left my purse in the butchers and had
to go back for it what a Deceiver then he wrote me that letter with all those
words in it how could he have the face to any woman after his company
manners making it so awkward after when we met asking me have I
offended you with my eyelids down of course he saw I wasnt he had a few
brains not like that other fool Henny Doyle he was always breaking or
tearing something in the charades I hate an unlucky man and if I knew
what it meant of course I had to say no for form sake dont understand you
I said and wasnt it natural so it is of course it used to be written up with
a picture of a womans on that wall in Gibraltar with that word I couldnt find
anywhere only for children seeing it too young then writing every morning
a letter sometimes twice a day I liked the way he made love then he knew
the way to take a woman when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine
was the 8th then I wrote the night he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I
couldnt describe it simply it makes you feel like nothing on earth but he
never knew how to embrace well like Gardner I hope hell come on Monday
as he said at the same time four I hate people who come at all hours answer
the door you think its the vegetables then its somebody and you all
undressed or the door of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the day old
frostyface Goodwin called about the concert in Lombard street and I just
after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at me
professor I had to say Im a fright yes but he was a real old gent in his way
it was impossible to be more respectful nobody to say youre out you have to
peep out through the blind like the messengerboy today I thought it was a
putoff first him sending the port and the peaches first and I was just
beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was trying to make a fool of me
when I knew his tattarrattat at the door he must have been a bit late because
it was l/4 after 3 when I saw the 2 Dedalus girls coming from school I never
know the time even that watch he gave me never seems to go properly Id
want to get it looked after when I threw the penny to that lame sailor for
England home and beauty when I was whistling there is a charming girl I
love and I hadnt even put on my clean shift or powdered myself or a thing
then this day week were to go to Belfast just as well he has to go to Ennis
his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt be pleasant if he did suppose our
rooms at the hotel were beside each other and any fooling went on in the
new bed I couldnt tell him to stop and not bother me with him in the next
room or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a cough knocking on the
wall then hed never believe the next day we didnt do something its all very
well a husband but you cant fool a lover after me telling him we never did
anything of course he didnt believe me no its better hes going where he is
besides something always happens with him the time going to the Mallow
concert at Maryborough ordering boiling soup for the two of us then the
bell rang out he walks down the platform with the soup splashing about
taking spoonfuls of it hadnt he the nerve and the waiter after him making a
holy show of us screeching and confusion for the engine to start but he
wouldnt pay till he finished it the two gentlemen in the 3rd class carriage
said he was quite right so he was too hes so pigheaded sometimes when he


gets a thing into his head a good job he was able to open the carriage door
with his knife or theyd have taken us on to Cork I suppose that was done
out of revenge on him O I love jaunting in a train or a car with lovely soft
cushions I wonder will he take a 1st class for me he might want to do it in
the train by tipping the guard well O I suppose therell be the usual idiots of
men gaping at us with their eyes as stupid as ever they can possibly be that
was an exceptional man that common workman that left us alone in the
carriage that day going to Howth Id like to find out something about him l
or 2 tunnels perhaps then you have to look out of the window all the nicer
then coming back suppose I never came back what would they say eloped
with him that gets you on on the stage the last concert I sang at where its
over a year ago when was it St Teresas hall Clarendon St little chits of
missies they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her like on account of
father being in the army and my singing the absentminded beggar and
wearing a brooch for Lord Roberts when I had the map of it all and Poldy
not Irish enough was it him managed it this time I wouldnt put it past him
like he got me on to sing in the STABAT MATER by going around saying he was
putting Lead Kindly Light to music I put him up to that till the jesuits found
out he was a freemason thumping the piano lead Thou me on copied from
some old opera yes and he was going about with some of them Sinner Fein
lately or whatever they call themselves talking his usual trash and nonsense
he says that little man he showed me without the neck is very intelligent the
coming man Griffiths is he well he doesnt look it thats all I can say still it
must have been him he knew there was a boycott I hate the mention of their
politics after the war that Pretoria and Ladysmith and Bloemfontein where
Gardner lieut Stanley G 8th Bn 2nd East Lancs Rgt of enteric fever he was
a lovely fellow in khaki and just the right height over me Im sure he was
brave too he said I was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the canal
lock my Irish beauty he was pale with excitement about going away or wed
be seen from the road he couldnt stand properly and I so hot as I never felt
they could have made their peace in the beginning or old oom Paul and the
rest of the other old Krugers go and fight it out between them instead of
dragging on for years killing any finelooking men there were with their
fever if he was even decently shot it wouldnt have been so bad I love to see a
regiment pass in review the first time I saw the Spanish cavalry at La Roque
it was lovely after looking across the bay from Algeciras all the lights of
the rock like fireflies or those sham battles on the 15 acres the Black Watch
with their kilts in time at the march past the 10th hussars the prince of
Wales own or the lancers O the lancers theyre grand or the Dublins that won
Tugela his father made his money over selling the horses for the cavalry
well he could buy me a nice present up in Belfast after what I gave him
theyve lovely linen up there or one of those nice kimono things I must buy a
mothball like I had before to keep in the drawer with them it would be
exciting going round with him shopping buying those things in a new city
better leave this ring behind want to keep turning and turning to get it over
the knuckle there or they might bell it round the town in their papers or tell
the police on me but theyd think were married O let them all go and
smother themselves for the fat lot I care he has plenty of money and hes not
a marrying man so somebody better get it out of him if I could find out
whether he likes me I looked a bit washy of course when I looked close in
the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression besides
scrooching down on me like that all the time with his big hipbones hes
heavy too with his hairy chest for this heat always having to lie down for
them better for him put it into me from behind the way Mrs Mastiansky
told me her husband made her like the dogs do it and stick out her tongue
as far as ever she could and he so quiet and mild with his tingating cither
can you ever be up to men the way it takes them lovely stuff in that blue suit
he had on and stylish tie and socks with the skyblue silk things on them hes
certainly well off I know by the cut his clothes have and his heavy watch but
he was like a perfect devil for a few minutes after he came back with the
stoppress tearing up the tickets and swearing blazes because he lost 20 quid
he said he lost over that outsider that won and half he put on for me on
account of Lenehans tip cursing him to the lowest pits that sponger he was
making free with me after the Glencree dinner coming back that long joult


over the featherbed mountain after the lord Mayor looking at me with his
dirty eyes Val Dillon that big heathen I first noticed him at dessert when I
was cracking the nuts with my teeth I wished I could have picked every
morsel of that chicken out of my fingers it was so tasty and browned and as
tender as anything only for I didnt want to eat everything on my plate those
forks and fishslicers were hallmarked silver too I wish I had some I could
easily have slipped a couple into my muff when I was playing with them
then always hanging out of them for money in a restaurant for the bit you
put down your throat we have to be thankful for our mangy cup of tea itself
as a great compliment to be noticed the way the world is divided in any case
if its going to go on I want at least two other good chemises for one thing
and but I dont know what kind of drawers he likes none at all I think didnt
he say yes and half the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as
God made them that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt make much
secret of what she hadnt yes and the second pair of silkette stockings is
laddered after one days wear I could have brought them back to Lewers this
morning and kicked up a row and made that one change them only not to
upset myself and run the risk of walking into him and ruining the whole
thing and one of those kidfitting corsets Id want advertised cheap in the
Gentlewoman with elastic gores on the hips he saved the one I have but
thats no good what did they say they give a delightful figure line 11/6
obviating that unsightly broad appearance across the lower back to reduce
flesh my belly is a bit too big Ill have to knock off the stout at dinner or
am I getting too fond of it the last they sent from ORourkes was as flat as a
pancake he makes his money easy Larry they call him the old mangy parcel
he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a bottle of hogwash he tried to palm off
as claret that he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear hed
die of the drouth or I must do a few breathing exercises I wonder is that
antifat any good might overdo it the thin ones are not so much the fashion
now garters that much I have the violet pair I wore today thats all he
bought me out of the cheque he got on the first O no there was the face
lotion I finished the last of yesterday that made my skin like new I told him
over and over again get that made up in the same place and dont forget it
God only knows whether he did after all I said to him 111 know by the bottle
anyway if not I suppose 111 only have to wash in my piss like beeftea or
chickensoup with some of that opoponax and violet I thought it was
beginning to look coarse or old a bit the skin underneath is much finer
where it peeled off there on my finger after the burn its a pity it isnt all
like that and the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/- in all sure you cant get
on in this world without style all going in food and rent when I get it Ill
lash it around I tell you in fine style I always want to throw a handful of
tea into the pot measuring and mincing if I buy a pair of old brogues itself
do you like those new shoes yes how much were they Ive no clothes at all the
brown costume and the skirt and jacket and the one at the cleaners 3 whats
that for any woman cutting up this old hat and patching up the other the men
wont look at you and women try to walk on you because they know youve no
man then with all the things getting dearer every day for the 4 years more I
have of life up to 35 no Im what am I at all 111 be 33 in September will I
what O well look at that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than me I saw her
when I was out last week her beautys on the wane she was a lovely woman
magnificent head of hair on her down to her waist tossing it back like that
like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1st thing I did every morning to look
across see her combing it as if she loved it and was full of it pity I only
got to know her the day before we left and that Mrs Langtry the jersey lily
the prince of Wales was in love with I suppose hes like the first man going
the roads only for the name of a king theyre all made the one way only a black
mans Id like to try a beauty up to what was she 45 there was some funny
story about the jealous old husband what was it at all and an oyster knife he
went no he made her wear a kind of a tin thing round her and the prince of
Wales yes he had the oyster knife cant be true a thing like that like some of
those books he brings me the works of Master Francois Somebody
supposed to be a priest about a child born out of her ear because her
bumgut fell out a nice word for any priest to write and her a--e as if any
fool wouldnt know what that meant I hate that pretending of all things with


that old blackguards face on him anybody can see its not true and that
Ruby and Fair Tyrants he brought me that twice I remember when I came
to page 5 o the part about where she hangs him up out of a hook with a cord
flagellate sure theres nothing for a woman in that all invention made up
about he drinking the champagne out of her slipper after the ball was over
like the infant Jesus in the crib at Inchicore in the Blessed Virgins arms
sure no woman could have a child that big taken out of her and I thought first
it came out of her side because how could she go to the chamber when she
wanted to and she a rich lady of course she felt honoured H R H he was in
Gibraltar the year I was born I bet he found lilies there too where he
planted the tree he planted more than that in his time he might have planted
me too if hed come a bit sooner then I wouldnt be here as I am he ought to
chuck that Freeman with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of it and go
into an office or something where hed get regular pay or a bank where they
could put him up on a throne to count the money all the day of course he
prefers plottering about the house so you cant stir with him any side whats
your programme today I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to get the .
smell of a man or pretending to be mooching about for advertisements
when he could have been in Mr Cuffes still only for what he did then
sending me to try and patch it up I could have got him promoted there to be
the manager he gave me a great mirada once or twice first he was as stiff as
the mischief really and truly Mrs Bloom only I felt rotten simply with the
old rubbishy dress that I lost the leads out of the tails with no cut in it
but theyre coming into fashion again I bought it simply to please him I knew
it was no good by the finish pity I changed my mind of going to Todd and
Bums as I said and not Lees it was just like the shop itself rummage sale a
lot of trash I hate those rich shops get on your nerves nothing kills me
altogether only he thinks he knows a great lot about a womans dress and
cooking mathering everything he can scour off the shelves into it if I went
by his advices every blessed hat I put on does that suit me yes take that
thats alright the one like a weddingcake standing up miles off my head he said
suited me or the dishcover one coming down on my backside on pins and
needles about the shopgirl in that place in Grafton street I had the
misfortune to bring him into and she as insolent as ever she could be with
her smirk saying Im afraid were giving you too much trouble what shes
there for but I stared it out of her yes he was awfully stiff and no wonder
but he changed the second time he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual like the
soup but I could see him looking very hard at my chest when he stood up to
open the door for me it was nice of him to show me out in any case Im
extremely sorry Mrs Bloom believe me without making it too marked the
first time after him being insulted and me being supposed to be his wife I
just half smiled I know my chest was out that way at the door when he said
Im extremely sorry and Im sure you were

yes I think he made them a bit firmer sucking them like that so long he
made me thirsty titties he calls them I had to laugh yes this one anyhow stiff
the nipple gets for the least thing Ill get him to keep that up and Ill take
those eggs beaten up with marsala fatten them out for him what are all
those veins and things curious the way its made 2 the same in case of twins
theyre supposed to represent beauty placed up there like those statues in the
museum one of them pretending to hide it with her hand are they so
beautiful of course compared with what a man looks like with his two bags
full and his other thing hanging down out of him or sticking up at you like
a hatrack no wonder they hide it with a cabbageleaf that disgusting
Cameron highlander behind the meat market or that other wretch with the
red head behind the tree where the statue of the fish used to be when I was
passing pretending he was pissing standing out for me to see it with his
babyclothes up to one side the Queens own they were a nice lot its well the
Surreys relieved them theyre always trying to show it to you every time
nearly I passed outside the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street
station just to try some fellow or other trying to catch my eye as if it was I
of the 7 wonders of the world O and the stink of those rotten places the
night coming home with Poldy after the Comerfords party oranges and
lemonade to make you feel nice and watery I went into r of them it was so


biting cold I couldnt keep it when was that 93 the canal was frozen yes it
was a few months after a pity a couple of the Camerons werent there to see
me squatting in the mens place meadero I tried to draw a picture of it before
I tore it up like a sausage or something I wonder theyre not afraid going
about of getting a kick or a bang of something there the woman is beauty of
course thats admitted when he said I could pose for a picture naked to some
rich fellow in Holles street when he lost the job in Helys and I was selling
the clothes and strumming in the coffee palace would I be like that bath of
the nymph with my hair down yes only shes younger or Im a little like that
dirty bitch in that Spanish photo he has nymphs used they go about like
that I asked him about her and that word met something with hoses in it
and he came out with some jawbreakers about the incarnation he never can
explain a thing simply the way a body can understand then he goes and
burns the bottom out of the pan all for his Kidney this one not so much
theres the mark of his teeth still where he tried to bite the nipple I had to
scream out arent they fearful trying to hurt you I had a great breast of milk
with Milly enough for two what was the reason of that he said I could have
got a pound a week as a wet nurse all swelled out the morning that delicate
looking student that stopped in no 28 with the Citrons Penrose nearly
caught me washing through the window only for I snapped up the towel to
my face that was his studenting hurt me they used to weaning her till he got
doctor Brady to give me the belladonna prescription I had to get him to
suck them they were so hard he said it was sweeter and thicker than cows
then he wanted to milk me into the tea well hes beyond everything I declare
somebody ought to put him in the budget if I only could remember the I
half of the things and write a book out of it the works of Master Poldy yes
and its so much smoother the skin much an hour he was at them Im sure by
the clock like some kind of a big infant I had at me they want everything in
their mouth all the pleasure those men get out of a woman I can feel his
mouth O Lord I must stretch myself I wished he was here or somebody to
let myself go with and come again like that I feel all fire inside me or if I
could dream it when he made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind with
his finger I was coming for about 5 minutes with my legs round him I had
to hug him after O Lord I wanted to shout out all sorts of things fuck or
shit or anything at all only not to look ugly or those lines from the strain
who knows the way hed take it you want to feel your way with a man
theyre not all like him thank God some of them want you to be so nice
about it I noticed the contrast he does it and doesnt talk I gave my eyes that
look with my hair a bit loose from the tumbling and my tongue between my
lips up to him the savage brute Thursday Friday one Saturday two Sunday
three O Lord I cant wait till Monday

frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those
engines have in them like big giants and the water rolling all over and out of
them all sides like the end of Loves old sweeeetsonnnng the poor men that
have to be out all the night from their wives and families in those roasting
engines stifling it was today Im glad I burned the half of those old Freemans
and Photo Bits leaving things like that lying about hes getting very careless
and threw the rest of them up in the W C 111 get him to cut them tomorrow
for me instead of having them there for the next year to get a few pence for
them have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and all those old
overcoats I bundled out of the hall making the place hotter than it is that
rain was lovely and refreshing just after my beauty sleep I thought it was
going to get like Gibraltar my goodness the heat there before the levanter
came on black as night and the glare of the rock standing up in it like a big
giant compared with their 3 Rock mountain they think is so great with the
red sentries here and there the poplars and they all whitehot and the smell
of the rainwater in those tanks watching the sun all the time weltering down
on you faded all that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me from
the B Marche paris what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote on it she
was very nice whats this her other name was just a p c to tell you I sent the
little present have just had a jolly warm bath and feel a very clean dog now
enjoyed it wogger she called him wogger wd give anything to be back in
Gib and hear you sing Waiting and in old Madrid Concone is the name of


those exercises he bought me one of those new some word I couldnt make
out shawls amusing things but tear for the least thing still there lovely I
think dont you will always think of the lovely teas we had together
scrumptious currant scones and raspberry wafers I adore well now dearest
Doggerina be sure and write soon kind she left out regards to your father
also captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x x x she didnt look a bit
married just like a girl he was years older than her wogger he was awfully
fond of me when he held down the wire with his foot for me to step over at
the bullfight at La Linea when that matador Gomez was given the bulls ear
these clothes we have to wear whoever invented them expecting you to walk
up Killiney hill then for example at that picnic all staysed up you cant do a
blessed thing in them in a crowd run or jump out of the way thats why I
was afraid when that other ferocious old Bull began to charge the
banderilleros with the sashes and the 2 things in their hats and the brutes of
men shouting bravo toro sure the women were as bad in their nice white
mantillas ripping all the whole insides out of those poor horses I never
heard of such a thing in all my life yes he used to break his heart at me
taking off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and it sick what became of
them ever I suppose theyre dead long ago the 2 of them its like all through a
mist makes you feel so old I made the scones of course I had everything all
to myself then a girl Hester we used to compare our hair mine was thicker
than hers she showed me how to settle it at the back when I put it up and
whats this else how to make a knot on a thread with the one hand we were
like cousins what age was I then the night of the storm I slept in her bed she
had her arms round me then we were fighting in the morning with the
pillow what fun he was watching me whenever he got an opportunity at the
band on the Alameda esplanade when I was with father and captain Grove
I looked up at the church first and then at the windows then down and our
eyes met I felt something go through me like all needles my eyes were
dancing I remember after when I looked at myself in the glass hardly
recognised myself the change he was attractive to a girl in spite of his being
a little bald intelligent looking disappointed and gay at the same time he was
like Thomas in the shadow of Ashlydyat I had a splendid skin from the sun
and the excitement like a rose I didnt get a wink of sleep it wouldnt have
been nice on account of her but I could have stopped it in time she gave me
the Moonstone to read that was the first I read of Wilkie Collins East Lynne
I read and the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by
that other woman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it so as he
see I wasnt without and Lord Lytton Eugene Aram Molly bawn she gave
me by Mrs Hungerford on account of the name I dont like books with a
Molly in them like that one he brought me about the one from Flanders a
whore always shoplifting anything she could cloth and stuff and yards of it
O this blanket is too heavy on me thats better I havent even one decent
nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me besides him and his fooling
thats better I used to be weltering then in the heat my shift drenched with
the sweat stuck in the cheeks of my bottom on the chair when I stood up
they were so fattish and firm when I got up on the sofa cushions to see with
my clothes up and the bugs tons of them at night and the mosquito nets I
couldnt read a line Lord how long ago it seems centuries of course they
never came back and she didnt put her address right on it either she may
have noticed her wogger people were always going away and we never I
remember that day with the waves and the boats with their high heads
rocking and the smell of ship those Officers uniforms on shore leave made
me seasick he didnt say anything he was very serious I had the high
buttoned boots on and my skirt was blowing she kissed me six or seven
times didnt I cry yes I believe I did or near it my lips were taittering when
I said goodbye she had a Gorgeous wrap of some special kind of blue colour
on her for the voyage made very peculiarly to one side like and it was
extremely pretty it got as dull as the devil after they went I was almost
planning to run away mad out of it somewhere were never easy where we
are father or aunt or marriage waiting always waiting to guiiiide him toooo
me waiting nor speeeed his flying feet their damn guns bursting and
booming all over the shop especially the Queens birthday and throwing
everything down in all directions if you didnt open the windows when


general Ulysses Grant whoever he was or did supposed to be some great
fellow landed off the ship and old Sprague the consul that was there from
before the flood dressed up poor man and he in mourning for the son then
the same old bugles for reveille in the morning and drums rolling and the
unfortunate poor devils of soldiers walking about with messtins smelling the
place more than the old longbearded jews in their jellibees and levites
assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the men to cross the lines and the
warden marching with his keys to lock the gates and the bagpipes and only
captain Groves and father talking about Rorkes drift and Plevna and sir
Garnet Wolseley and Gordon at Khartoum lighting their pipes for them
everytime they went out drunken old devil with his grog on the windowsill
catch him leaving any of it picking his nose trying to think of some other
dirty story to tell up in a corner but he never forgot himself when I was
there sending me out of the room on some blind excuse paying his
compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course but hed do the same to
the next woman that came along I suppose he died of galloping drink ages
ago the days like years not a letter from a living soul except the odd few I
posted to myself with bits of paper in them so bored sometimes I could fight
with my nails listening to that old Arab with the one eye and his heass of an
instrument singing his heah heah aheah all my compriments on your
hotchapotch of your heass as bad as now with the hands hanging off me
looking out of the window if there was a nice fellow even in the opposite
house that medical in Holles street the nurse was after when I put on my
gloves and hat at the window to show I was going out not a notion what I
meant arent they thick never understand what you say even youd want to
print it up on a big poster for them not even if you shake hands twice with
the left he didnt recognise me either when I half frowned at him outside
Westland row chapel where does their great intelligence come in Id like to
know grey matter they have it all in their tail if you ask me those country
gougers up in the City Arms intelligence they had a damn sight less than the
bulls and cows they were selling the meat and the coalmans bell that noisy
bugger trying to swindle me with the wrong bill he took out of his hat what
a pair of paws and pots and pans and kettles to mend any broken bottles for
a poor man today and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some
advertisement like that wonderworker they sent him addressed dear Madam
only his letter and the card from Milly this morning see she wrote a letter to
him who did I get the last letter from O Mrs Dwenn now what possessed
her to write from Canada after so many years to know the recipe I had for
pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since she wrote to say she was married to a
very rich architect if Im to believe all I hear with a villa and eight rooms
her father was an awfully nice man he was near seventy always goodhumoured
well now Miss Tweedy or Miss Gillespie theres the piannyer that was a solid
silver coffee service he had too on the mahogany sideboard then dying so
far away I hate people that have always their poor story to tell everybody
has their own troubles that poor Nancy Blake died a month ago of acute
neumonia well I didnt know her so well as all that she was Floeys friend
more than mine poor Nancy its a bother having to answer he always tells
me the wrong things and no stops to say like making a speech your sad
bereavement symphathy I always make that mistake and newphew with 2
double yous in I hope hell write me a longer letter the next time if its a
thing he really likes me O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give
me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all in
this place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a
loveletter his wasnt much and I told him he could write what he liked yours
ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff silly women believe love is sighing I
am dying still if he wrote it I suppose thered be some truth in it true or no
it fills up your whole day and life always something to think about every
moment and see it all round you like a new world I could write the answer
in bed to let him imagine me short just a few words not those long crossed
letters Atty Dillon used to write to the fellow that was something in the four
courts that jilted her after out of the ladies letterwriter when I told her to
say a few simple words he could twist how he liked not acting with precipat
precip itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a
gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness theres nothing else its all


very fine for them but as for being a woman as soon as youre old they might
as well throw you out in the bottom of the ashpit.

Mulveys was the first when I was in bed that morning and Mrs Rubio
brought it in with the coffee she stood there standing when I asked her to
hand me and I pointing at them I couldnt think of the word a hairpin to
open it with ah horquilla disobliging old thing and it staring her in the face
with her switch of false hair on her and vain about her appearance ugly as
she was near 80 or a loo her face a mass of wrinkles with all her religion
domineering because she never could get over the Atlantic fleet coming in
half the ships of the world and the Union Jack flying with all her
carabineros because 4 drunken English sailors took all the rock from them
and because I didnt run into mass often enough in Santa Maria to please
her with her shawl up on her except when there was a marriage on with all
her miracles of the saints and her black blessed virgin with the silver dress
and the sun dancing 3 times on Easter Sunday morning and when the priest
was going by with the bell bringing the vatican to the dying blessing herself
for his Majestad an admirer he signed it I near jumped out of my skin I
wanted to pick him up when I saw him following me along the Calle Real in
the shop window then he tipped me just in passing but I never thought hed
write making an appointment I had it inside my petticoat bodice all day
reading it up in every hole and corner while father was up at the drill
instructing to find out by the handwriting or the language of stamps singing
I remember shall I wear a white rose and I wanted to put on the old stupid
clock to near the time he was the first man kissed me under the Moorish
wall my sweetheart when a boy it never entered my head what kissing
meant till he put his tongue in my mouth his mouth was sweetlike young I
put my knee up to him a few times to learn the way what did I tell him I was
engaged for for fun to the son of a Spanish nobleman named Don Miguel
de la Flora and he believed me that I was to be married to him in 3 years
time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a flower that bloometh
a few things I told him true about myself just for him to be imagining the
Spanish girls he didnt like I suppose one of them wouldnt have him I got
him excited he crushed all the flowers on my bosom he brought me he
couldnt count the pesetas and the perragordas till I taught him Cappoquin
he came from he said on the black water but it was too short then the day
before he left May yes it was May when the infant king of Spain was born
Im always like that in the spring Id like a new fellow every year up on the
tiptop under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told him it was struck by
lightning and all about the old Barbary apes they sent to Clapham without a
tail careering all over the show on each others back Mrs Rubio said she was
a regular old rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of Inces farm and
throw stones at you if you went anear he was looking at me I had that white
blouse on open in the front to encourage him as much as I could without
too openly they were just beginning to be plump I said I was tired we lay
over the firtree cove a wild place I suppose it must be the highest rock in
existence the galleries and casemates and those frightful rocks and Saint
Michaels cave with the icicles or whatever they call them hanging down and
ladders all the mud plotching my boots Im sure thats the way down the
monkeys go under the sea to Africa when they die the ships out far like
chips that was the Malta boat passing yes the sea and the sky you could do
what you liked lie there for ever he caressed them outside they love doing
that its the roundness there I was leaning over him with my white ricestraw
hat to take the newness out of it the left side of my face the best my blouse
open for his last day transparent kind of shirt he had I could see his chest
pink he wanted to touch mine with his for a moment but I wouldnt lee him
he was awfully put out first for fear you never know consumption or leave
me with a child embarazada that old servant Ines told me that one drop
even if it got into you at all after I tried with the Banana but I was afraid
it might break and get lost up in me somewhere because they once took
something down out of a woman that was up there for years covered with
limesalts theyre all mad to get in there where they come out of youd think
they could never go far enough up and then theyre done with you in a way
till the next time yes because theres a wonderful feeling there so tender all


the time how did we finish it off yes O yes I pulled him off into my
handkerchief pretending not to be excited but I opened my legs I wouldnt
let him touch me inside my petticoat because I had a skirt opening up the
side I tormented the life out of him first tickling him I loved rousing that
dog in the hotel rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes shut and a bird flying
below us he was shy all the same I liked him like that moaning I made him
blush a little when I got over him that way when I unbuttoned him and took
his out and drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it theyre all Buttons
men down the middle on the wrong side of them Molly darling he called me
what was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it yes I think a lieutenant he
was rather fair he had a laughing kind of a voice so I went round to the
whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he he said hed
come back Lord its just like yesterday to me and if I was married hed do it
to me and I promised him yes faithfully Id let him block me now flying
perhaps hes dead or killed or a captain or admiral its nearly 20 years if I
said firtree cove he would if he came up behind me and put his hands over
my eyes to guess who I might recognise him hes young still about 40
perhaps hes married some girl on the black water and is quite changed they
all do they havent half the character a woman has she little knows what I
did with her beloved husband before he ever dreamt of her in broad
daylight too in the sight of the whole world you might say they could have
put an article about it in the Chronicle I was a bit wild after when I blew
out the old bag the biscuits were in from Benady Bros and exploded it Lord
what a bang all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back the
same way that we went over middle hill round by the old guardhouse and
the jews burialplace pretending to read out the Hebrew on them I wanted to
fire his pistol he said he hadnt one he didnt know what to make of me with
his peak cap on that he always wore crooked as often as I settled it straight
H M S Calypso swinging my hat that old Bishop that spoke off the altar his
long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the
bicycle and wearing peak caps and the new woman bloomers God send him
sense and me more money I suppose theyre called after him I never thought
that would be my name Bloom when I used to write it in print to see how it
looked on a visiting card or practising for the butcher and oblige M Bloom
youre looking blooming Josie used to say after I married him well its better
than Breen or Briggs does brig or those awful names with bottom in them
Mrs Ramsbottom or some other kind of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt go mad
about either or suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother whoever she
was might have given me a nicer name the Lord knows after the lovely one
she had Lunita Laredo the fun we had running along Williss road to
Europa point twisting in and out all round the other side of Jersey they
were shaking and dancing about in my blouse like Millys little ones now
when she runs up the stairs I loved looking down at them I was jumping up
at the pepper trees and the white poplars pulling the leaves off and throwing
them at him he went to India he was to write the voyages those men have to
make to the ends of the world and back its the least they might get a squeeze
or two at a woman while they can going out to be drowned or blown up
somewhere I went up Windmill hill to the flats that Sunday morning with
captain Rubios that was dead spyglass like the sentry had he said hed have
one or two from on board I wore that frock from the B Marche paris and
the coral necklace the straits shining I could see over to Morocco almost the
bay of Tangier white and the Atlas mountain with snow on it and the straits
like a river so clear Harry Molly darling I was thinking of him on the sea all
the time after at mass when my petticoat began to slip down at the elevation
weeks and weeks I kept the handkerchief under my pillow for the smell of
him there was no decent perfume to be got in that Gibraltar only that cheap
peau dEspagne that faded and left a stink on you more than anything else I
wanted to give him a memento he gave me that clumsy Claddagh ring for
luck that I gave Gardner going to south Africa where those Boers killed
him with their war and fever but they were well beaten all the same as
if it brought its bad luck with it like an opal or pearl still it must have
been pure 18 carrot gold because it was very heavy but what could you get in
a place like that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that derelict ship
that came up to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he hadnt a


moustache that was Gardner yes I can see his face cleanshaven
Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train again weeping tone once in the dear
deaead days beyondre call close my eyes breath my lips forward kiss sad
look eyes open piano ere oer the world the mists began I hate that istsbeg
comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let that out full when I get in front of
the footlights again Kathleen Kearney and her lot of squealers Miss This
Miss That Miss Theother lot of sparrowfarts skitting around talking about
politics they know as much about as my backside anything in the world to
make themselves someway interesting Irish homemade beauties soldiers
daughter am I ay and whose are you bootmakers and publicans I beg your
pardon coach I thought you were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off
their feet if ever they got a chance of walking down the Alameda on an
officers arm like me on the bandnight my eyes flash my bust that they
havent passion God help their poor head I knew more about men and life
when I was I S than theyll all know at 50 they dont know how to sing a song
like that Gardner said no man could look at my mouth and teeth smiling
like that and not think of it I was afraid he mightnt like my accent first he
so English all father left me in spite of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and
figure anyhow he always said theyre so snotty about themselves some of
those cads he wasnt a bit like that he was dead gone on my lips let them get
a husband first thats fit to be looked at and a daughter like mine or see if
they can excite a swell with money that can pick and choose whoever he
wants like Boylan to do it 4 or 5 times locked in each others arms or the
voice either I could have been a prima donna only I married him comes
looooves old deep down chin back not too much make it double My Ladys
Bower is too long for an encore about the moated grange at twilight and
vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the south that he gave
after the choirstairs performance Ill change that lace on my black dress to
show off my bubs and Ill yes by God Ill get that big fan mended make them
burst with envy my hole is itching me always when I think of him I feel I
want to I feel some wind in me better go easy not wake him have him at it
again slobbering after washing every bit of myself back belly and sides if we
had even a bath itself or my own room anyway I wish hed sleep in some bed
by himself with his cold feet on me give us room even to let a fart God or do
the least thing better yes hold them like that a bit on my side piano quietly
sweeeee theres that train far away pianissimo eeeee one more song

that was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free who knows if
that pork chop I took with my cup of tea after was quite good with the heat
I couldnt smell anything off it Im sure that queerlooking man in the
porkbutchers is a great rogue I hope that lamp is not smoking fill my nose
up with smuts better than having him leaving the gas on all night I couldnt
rest easy in my bed in Gibraltar even getting up to see why am I so damned
nervous about that though I like it in the winter its more company O Lord it
was rotten cold too that winter when I was only about ten was I yes I had
the big doll with all the funny clothes dressing her up and undressing that
icy wind skeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada
sierra nevada standing at the fire with the little bit of a short shift I had
up to heat myself I loved dancing about in it then make a race back into bed
Im sure that fellow opposite used to be there the whole time watching with the
lights out in the summer and I in my skin hopping around I used to love
myself then stripped at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it
came to the chamber performance I put out the light too so then there were
2 of us goodbye to my sleep for this night anyhow I hope hes not going to
get in with those medicals leading him astray to imagine hes young again
coming in at 4 in the morning it must be if not more still he had the manners
not to wake me what do they find to gabber about all night squandering
money and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he
starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and Findon haddy and hot
buttered toast I suppose well have him sitting up like the king of the country
pumping the wrong end of the spoon up and down in his egg wherever he
learned that from and I love to hear him falling up the stairs of a morning
with the cups rattling on the tray and then play with the cat she rubs up
against you for her own sake I wonder has she fleas shes as bad as a woman


always licking and lecking but I hate their claws I wonder do they see
anything that we cant staring like that when she sits at the top of the stairs
so long and listening as I wait always what a robber too that lovely fresh
place I bought I think Ill get a bit of fish tomorrow or today is it Friday
yes I will with some blancmange with black currant jam like long ago not those
2 lb pots of mixed plum and apple from the London and Newcastle
Williams and Woods goes twice as far only for the bones I hate those eels
cod yes Ill get a nice piece of cod Im always getting enough for 3 forgetting
anyway Im sick of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops
and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very
name is enough or a picnic suppose we all gave 5/- each and or let him pay
it and invite some other woman for him who Mrs Fleming and drove out to
the furry glen or the strawberry beds wed have him examining all the horses
toenails first like he does with the letters no not with Boylan there yes with
some cold veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are little houses down at
the bottom of the banks there on purpose but its as hot as blazes he says not
a bank holiday anyhow I hate those ruck of Mary Ann coalboxes out for
the day Whit Monday is a cursed day too no wonder that bee bit him better
the seaside but Id never again in this life get into a boat with him after him
at Bray telling the boatman he knew how to row if anyone asked could he
ride the steeplechase for the gold cup hed say yes then it came on to get
rough the old thing crookeding about and the weight all down my side
telling me pull the right reins now pull the left and the tide all swamping in
floods in through the bottom and his oar slipping out of the stirrup its a
mercy we werent all drowned he can swim of course me no theres no
danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in his flannel trousers Id like to have
tattered them down off him before all the people and give him what that one
calls flagellate till he was black and blue do him all the good in the world
only for that longnosed chap I dont know who he is with that other beauty
Burke out of the City Arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the
slip always where he wasnt wanted if there was a row on youd vomit a
better face there was no love lost between us thats 1 consolation I wonder
what kind is that book he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman of
fashion some other Mr de Kock I suppose the people gave him that
nickname going about with his tube from one woman to another I couldnt
even change my new white shoes all ruined with the saltwater and the hat I
had with that feather all blowy and tossed on me how annoying and
provoking because the smell of the sea excited me of course the sardines and
the bream in Catalan bay round the back of the rock they were fine all
silver in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred they said came
from Genoa and the tall old chap with the earrings I dont like a man you
have to climb up to to get at I suppose theyre all dead and rotten long ago
besides I dont like being alone in this big barracks of a place at night I
suppose Ill have to put up with it I never brought a bit of salt in even when
we moved in the confusion musical academy he was going to make on the
first floor drawingroom with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he
suggested go and ruin himself altogether the way his father did down in
Ennis like all the things he told father he was going to do and me but I saw
through him telling me all the lovely places we could go for the honeymoon
Venice by moonlight with the gondolas and the lake of Como he had a
picture cut out of some paper of and mandolines and lanterns O how nice I
said whatever I liked he was going to do immediately if not sooner will you
be my man will you carry my can he ought to get a leather medal with a
putty rim for all the plans he invents then leaving us here all day youd never
know what old beggar at the door for a crust with his long story might be a
tramp and put his foot in the way to prevent me shutting it like that picture
of that hardened criminal he was called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years in
jail then he comes out and murders an old woman for her money imagine
his poor wife or mother or whoever she is such a face youd run miles away
from I couldnt rest easy till I bolted all the doors and windows to make sure
but its worse again being locked up like in a prison or a madhouse they
ought to be all shot or the cat of nine tails a big brute like that that would
attack a poor old woman to murder her in her bed Id cut them off him so I
would not that hed be much use still better than nothing the night I was


sure I heard burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a
candle and a poker as if he was looking for a mouse as white as a sheet
frightened out of his wits making as much noise as he possibly could for the
burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord knows still its the
feeling especially now with Milly away such an idea for him to send the girl
down there to learn to take photographs on account of his grandfather
instead of sending her to Skerrys academy where shed have to learn not like
me getting all IS at school only hed do a thing like that all the same on
account of me and Boylan thats why he did it Im certain the way he plots
and plans everything out I couldnt turn round with her in the place lately
unless I bolted the door first gave me the fidgets coming in without
knocking first when I put the chair against the door just as I was washing
myself there below with the glove get on your nerves then doing the loglady
all day put her in a glasscase with two at a time to look at her if he knew
she broke off the hand off that little gimcrack statue with her roughness and
carelessness before she left that I got that little Italian boy to mend so
that you cant see the join for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for
you of course shes right not to ruin her hands I noticed he was always talking
to her lately at the table explaining things in the paper and she pretending
to understand sly of course that comes from his side of the house he cant say
I pretend things can he Im too honest as a matter of fact and helping her into
her coat but if there was anything wrong with her its me shed tell not him I
suppose he thinks Im finished out and laid on the shelf well Im not no nor
anything like it well see well see now shes well on for flirting too with Tom
Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those romps of Murray girls
calling for her can Milly come out please shes in great demand to pick what
they can out of her round in Nelson street riding Harry Devans bicycle at
night its as well he sent her where she is she was just getting out of bounds
wanting to go on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their
nose I smelt it off her dress when I was biting off the thread of the button I
sewed on to the bottom of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me I tell
you only I oughtnt to have stitched it and it on her it brings a parting and
the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it comes out no matter what
they say her tongue is a bit too long for my taste your blouse is open too
low she says to me the pan calling the kettle blackbottom and I had to tell
her not to cock her legs up like that on show on the windowsill before all
the people passing they all look at her like me when I was her age of course
any old rag looks well on you then a great touchmenot too in her own way
at the Only Way in the Theatre royal take your foot away out of that I hate
people touching me afraid of her life Id crush her skirt with the pleats a lot
of that touching must go on in theatres in the crush in the dark theyre
always trying to wiggle up to you that fellow in the pit at the Gaiety for
Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last time Ill ever go there to be squashed like
that for any Trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and
looking away hes a bit daft I think I saw him after trying to get near two
stylishdressed ladies outside Switzers window at the same little game I
recognised him on the moment the face and everything but he didnt
remember me yes and she didnt even want me to kiss her at the Broadstone
going away well I hope shell get someone to dance attendance on her the
way I did when she was down with the mumps and her glands swollen
wheres this and wheres that of course she cant feel anything deep yet I
never came properly till I was what 22 or so it went into the wrong place
always only the usual girls nonsense and giggling that Conny Connolly
writing to her in white ink on black paper sealed with sealingwax though
she clapped when the curtain came down because he looked so handsome
then we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and supper I thought to
myself afterwards it must be real love if a man gives up his life for her that
way for nothing I suppose there are a few men like that left its hard to
believe in it though unless it really happened to me the majority of them
with not a particle of love in their natures to find two people like that
nowadays full up of each other that would feel the same way as you do
theyre usually a bit foolish in the head his father must have been a bit queer
to go and poison himself after her still poor old man I suppose he felt lost
shes always making love to my things too the few old rags I have wanting to


put her hair up at I S my powder too only ruin her skin on her shes time
enough for that all her life after of course shes restless knowing shes pretty
with her lips so red a pity they wont stay that way I was too but theres no
use going to the fair with the thing answering me like a fishwoman when I
asked to go for a half a stone of potatoes the day we met Mrs Joe Gallaher
at the trottingmatches and she pretended not to see us in her trap with
Friery the solicitor we werent grand enough till I gave her 2 damn fine
cracks across the ear for herself take that now for answering me like that
and that for your impudence she had me that exasperated of course
contradicting I was badtempered too because how was it there was a weed
in the tea or I didnt sleep the night before cheese I ate was it and I told
her over and over again not to leave knives crossed like that because she has
nobody to command her as she said herself well if he doesnt correct her
faith I will that was the last time she turned on the teartap I was just like
that myself they darent order me about the place its his fault of course
having the two of us slaving here instead of getting in a woman long ago am
I ever going to have a proper servant again of course then shed see him
coming Id have to let her know or shed revenge it arent they a nuisance that
old Mrs Fleming you have to be walking round after her putting the things
into her hands sneezing and farting into the pots well of course shes old she
cant help it a good job I found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got lost
behind the dresser I knew there was something and opened the area
window to let out the smell bringing in his friends to entertain them like the
night he walked home with a dog if you please that might have been mad
especially Simon Dedalus son his father such a criticiser with his glasses up
with his tall hat on him at the cricket match and a great big hole in his sock
one thing laughing at the other and his son that got all those prizes for
whatever he won them in the intermediate imagine climbing over the
railings if anybody saw him that knew us I wonder he didnt tear a big hole
in his grand funeral trousers as if the one nature gave wasnt enough for
anybody hawking him down into the dirty old kitchen now is he right in his
head I ask pity it wasnt washing day my old pair of drawers might have
been hanging up too on the line on exhibition for all hed ever care with the
ironmould mark the stupid old bundle burned on them he might think was
something else and she never even rendered down the fat I told her and now
shes going such as she was on account of her paralysed husband getting
worse theres always something wrong with them disease or they have to go
under an operation or if its not that its drink and he beats her Ill have to
hunt around again for someone every day I get up theres some new thing
on sweet God sweet God well when Im stretched out dead in my grave I
suppose 111 have some peace I want to get up a minute if Im let wait O Jesus
wait yes that thing has come on me yes now wouldnt that afflict you of
course all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had up in me now what
am I to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that pester the soul out of a
body unless he likes it some men do God knows theres always something
wrong with us 5 days every 3 or 4 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it
simply sickening that night it came on me like that the one and only time we
were in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to see Mrs Kendal and her
husband at the Gaiety something he did about insurance for him in
Drimmies I was fit to be tied though I wouldnt give in with that gentleman
of fashion staring down at me with his glasses and him the other side of me
talking about Spinoza and his soul thats dead I suppose millions of years
ago I smiled the best I could all in a swamp leaning forward as if I was
interested having to sit it out then to the last tag I wont forget that wife of
Scarli in a hurry supposed to be a fast play about adultery that idiot in the
gallery hissing the woman adulteress he shouted I suppose he went and had
a woman in the next lane running round all the back ways after to make up
for it I wish he had what I had then hed boo I bet the cat itself is better off
than us have we too much blood up in us or what O patience above its
pouring out of me like the sea anyhow he didnt make me pregnant as big as
he is I dont want to ruin the clean sheets I just put on I suppose the clean
linen I wore brought it on too damn it damn it and they always want to see
a stain on the bed to know youre a virgin for them all thats troubling them
theyre such fools too you could be a widow or divorced 40 times over a


daub of red ink would do or blackberry juice no thats too purply O Jamesy
let me up out of this pooh sweets of sin whoever suggested that business for
women what between clothes and cooking and children this damned old
bed too jingling like the dickens I suppose they could hear us away over the
other side of the park till I suggested to put the quilt on the floor with the
pillow under my bottom I wonder is it nicer in the day I think it is easy I
think Ill cut all this hair off me there scalding me I might look like a young
girl wouldnt he get the great suckin the next time he turned up my clothes
on me Id give anything to see his face wheres the chamber gone easy Ive a
holy horror of its breaking under me after that old commode I wonder was
I too heavy sitting on his knee I made him sit on the easychair purposely
when I took off only my blouse and skirt first in the other room he was so
busy where he oughtnt to be he never felt me I hope my breath was sweet
after those kissing comfits easy God I remember one time I could scout it
out straight whistling like a man almost easy O Lord how noisy I hope
theyre bubbles on it for a wad of money from some fellow 111 have to
perfume it in the morning dont forget I bet he never saw a better pair of
thighs than that look how white they are the smoothest place is right there
between this bit here how soft like a peach easy God I wouldnt mind being a
man and get up on a lovely woman O Lord what a row youre making like
the jersey lily easy easy O how the waters come down at Lahore

who knows is there anything the matter with my insides or have I
something growing in me getting that thing like that every week when was it
last I Whit Monday yes its only about 3 weeks I ought to go to the doctor
only it would be like before I married him when I had that white thing
coming from me and Floey made me go to that dry old stick Dr Collins for
womens diseases on Pembroke road your vagina he called it I suppose thats
how he got all the gilt mirrors and carpets getting round those rich ones off
Stephens green running up to him for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina
and her cochinchina theyve money of course so theyre all right I wouldnt
marry him not if he was the last man in the world besides theres something
queer about their children always smelling around those filthy bitches all
sides asking me if what I did had an offensive odour what did he want me to
do but the one thing gold maybe what a question if I smathered it all over
his wrinkly old face for him with all my compriments I suppose hed know
then and could you pass it easily pass what I thought he was talking about
the rock of Gibraltar the way he put it thats a very nice invention too by the
way only I like letting myself down after in the hole as far as I can squeeze
and pull the chain then to flush it nice cool pins and needles still theres
something in it I suppose I always used to know by Millys when she was a
child whether she had worms or not still all the same paying him for that
how much is that doctor one guinea please and asking me had I frequent
omissions where do those old fellows get all the words they have omissions
with his shortsighted eyes on me cocked sideways I wouldnt trust him too
far to give me chloroform or God knows what else still I liked him when he
sat down to write the thing out frowning so severe his nose intelligent like
that you be damned you lying strap O anything no matter who except an
idiot he was clever enough to spot that of course that was all thinking of
him and his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connected with
your glorious Body everything underlined that comes from it is a thing of
beauty and of joy for ever something he got out of some nonsensical book
that he had me always at myself 4 and 5 times a day sometimes and I said I
hadnt are you sure O yes I said I am quite sure in a way that shut him up I
knew what was coming next only natural weakness it was he excited me I
dont know how the first night ever we met when I was living in Rehoboth
terrace we stood staring at one another for about lo minutes as if we met
somewhere I suppose on account of my being jewess looking after my
mother he used to amuse me the things he said with the half sloothering
smile on him and all the Doyles said he was going to stand for a member of
Parliament O wasnt I the born fool to believe all his blather about home
rule and the land league sending me that long strool of a song out of the
Huguenots to sing in French to be more classy O beau pays de la Touraine
that I never even sang once explaining and rigmaroling about religion and


persecution he wont let you enjoy anything naturally then might he as a
great favour the very 1st opportunity he got a chance in Brighton square
running into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his hands to wash it off
with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to use and the gelatine still
round it O I laughed myself sick at him that day I better not make an
alnight sitting on this affair they ought to make chambers a natural size so
that a woman could sit on it properly he kneels down to do it I suppose
there isnt in all creation another man with the habits he has look at the way
hes sleeping at the foot of the bed how can he without a hard bolster its well
he doesnt kick or he might knock out all my teeth breathing with his hand
on his nose like that Indian god he took me to show one wet Sunday in the
museum in Kildare street all yellow in a pinafore lying on his side on his
hand with his ten toes sticking out that he said was a bigger religion than
the jews and Our Lords both put together all over Asia imitating him as hes
always imitating everybody I suppose he used to sleep at the foot of the bed
too with his big square feet up in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing
anyway wheres this those napkins are ah yes I know I hope the old press
doesnt creak ah I knew it would hes sleeping hard had a good time
somewhere still she must have given him great value for his money of course
he has to pay for it from her O this nuisance of a thing I hope theyll have
something better for us in the other world tying ourselves up God help us
thats all right for tonight now the lumpy old jingly bed always reminds me
of old Cohen I suppose he scratched himself in it often enough and he
thinks father bought it from Lord Napier that I used to admire when I was
a little girl because I told him easy piano O I like my bed God here we are
as bad as ever after 16 years how many houses were we in at all Raymond
terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard street and Holles street and he
goes about whistling every time were on the run again his huguenots or the
frogs march pretending to help the men with our 4 sticks of furniture and
then the City Arms hotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming
place on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving all their
stinks after them always know who was in there last every time were just
getting on right something happens or he puts his big foot in it Thoms and
Helys and Mr Cuffes and Drimmies either hes going to be run into prison
over his old lottery tickets that was to be all our salvations or he goes and
gives impudence well have him coming home with the sack soon out of the
Freeman too like the rest on account of those Sinner Fein or the freemasons
then well see if the little man he showed me dribbling along in the wet all by
himself round by Coadys lane will give him much consolation that he says
is so capable and sincerely Irish he is indeed judging by the sincerity of the
trousers I saw on him wait theres Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the
hour l wait 2 oclock well thats a nice hour of the night for him to be
coming home at to anybody climbing down into the area if anybody saw
him Ill knock him off that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at his shirt
to see or Ill see if he has that French letter still in his pocketbook I
suppose he thinks I dont know deceitful men all their 20 pockets arent enough
for their lies then why should we tell them even if its the truth they dont
believe you then tucked up in bed like those babies in the Aristocrats
Masterpiece he brought me another time as if we hadnt enough of that
in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever his name is
disgusting you more with those rotten pictures children with two
heads and no legs thats the kind of villainy theyre always dreaming
about with not another thing in their empty heads they ought to get
slow poison the half of them then tea and toast for him buttered on
both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose Im nothing any more when I
wouldnt let him lick me in Holles street one night man man tyrant
as ever for the one thing he slept on the floor half the night naked the way
the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them and wouldnt eat any
breakfast or speak a word wanting to be petted so I thought I stood out
enough for one time and let him he does it all wrong too thinking only of
his own pleasure his tongue is too flat or I dont know what he forgets that
wethen I dont Ill make him do it again if he doesnt mind himself and lock
him down to sleep in the coalcellar with the blackbeetles I wonder was it her
Josie off her head with my castoffs hes such a born liar too no hed never


have the courage with a married woman thats why he wants me and Boylan
though as for her Denis as she calls him that forlornlooking spectacle you
couldnt call him a husband yes its some little bitch hes got in with even
when I was with him with Milly at the College races that Hornblower with
the childs bonnet on the top of his nob let us into by the back way he was
throwing his sheeps eyes at those two doing skirt duty up and down I tried
to wink at him first no use of course and thats the way his money goes this
is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were all in great style at the
grand funeral in the paper Boylan brought in if they saw a real officers
funeral thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor horse
walking behind in black L Boom and Tom Kernan that drunken little
barrelly man that bit his tongue off falling down the mens W C drunk in
some place or other and Martin Cunningham and the two Dedaluses and
Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a turn in
her eye trying to sing my songs shed want to be born all over again and her
old green dress with the lowneck as she cant attract them any other way like
dabbling on a rainy day I see it all now plainly and they call that friendship
killing and then burying one another and they all with their wives and
families at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does
of course his wife is always sick or going to be sick or just getting better
of it and hes a goodlooking man still though hes getting a bit grey over the
ears theyre a nice lot all of them well theyre not going to get my husband
again into their clutches if I can help it making fun of him then behind his
back I know well when he goes on with his idiotics because he has sense
enough not to squander every penny piece he earns down their gullets and
looks after his wife and family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the
same Im sorry in a way for him what are his wife and 5 children going to
do unless he was insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in some
pub corner and her or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please come
home her widows weeds wont improve her appearance theyre awfully
becoming though if youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he was at
the Glencree dinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night he borrowed
the swallowtail to sing out of in Holles street squeezed and squashed into
them and grinning all over his big Dolly face like a wellwhipped childs
botty didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been a
spectacle on the stage imagine paying 5/- in the preserved seats for that to
see him trotting off in his trowlers and Simon Dedalus too he was always
turning up half screwed singing the second verse first the old love is the new
was one of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the hawthorn bough he was
always on for flirtyfying too when I sang Maritana with him at Freddy
Mayers private opera he had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest
goodbye sweetheart SWEETheart he always sang it not like Bartell Darcy
sweet tart goodbye of course he had the gift of the voice so there was no art
in it all over you like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we
sang splendidly though it was a bit too high for my register even transposed
and he was married at the time to May Goulding but then hed say or do
something to knock the good out of it hes a widower now I wonder what
sort is his son he says hes an author and going to be a university professor
of Italian and Im to take lessons what is he driving at now showing him my
photo its not good of me I ought to have got it taken in drapery that never
looks out of fashion still I look young in it I wonder he didnt make him a
present of it altogether and me too after all why not I saw him driving down
to the Kingsbridge station with his father and mother I was in mourning
thats 11 years ago now yes hed be 11 though what was the good in going
into mourning for what was neither one thing nor the other the first cry was
enough for me I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the wall of course he
insisted hed go into mourning for the cat I suppose hes a man now by this
time he was an innocent boy then and a darling little fellow in his lord
Fauntleroy suit and curly hair like a prince on the stage when I saw him at
Mat Dillons he liked me too I remember they all do wait by God yes wait
yes hold on he was on the cards this morning when I laid out the deck
union with a young stranger neither dark nor fair you met before I thought
it meant him but hes no chicken nor a stranger either besides my face was
turned the other way what was the 7th card after that the 10 of spades for a


journey by land then there was a letter on its way and scandals too the 3
queens and the 8 of diamonds for a rise in society yes wait it all came out
and 2 red 8s for new garments look at that and didnt I dream something too
yes there was something about poetry in it I hope he hasnt long greasy hair
hanging into his eyes or standing up like a red Indian what do they go
about like that for only getting themselves and their poetry laughed at I
always liked poetry when I was a girl first I thought he was a poet like lord
Byron and not an ounce of it in his composition I thought he was quite
different I wonder is he too young hes about wait 88 I was married 88 Milly
is 15 yesterday 89 what age was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 about 88 I suppose
hes 20 or more Im not too old for him if hes 23 or 24 I hope hes not that
stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt go sitting down in
the old kitchen with him taking Eppss cocoa and talking of course he
pretended to understand it all probably he told him he was out of Trinity
college hes very young to be a professor I hope hes not a professor like
Goodwin was he was a potent professor of John Jameson they all write
about some woman in their poetry well I suppose he wont find many like me
where softly sighs of love the light guitar where poetry is in the air the
blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully coming back on the nightboat from
Tarifa the lighthouse at Europa point the guitar that fellow played was so
expressive will I ever go back there again all new faces two glancing eyes a
lattice hid Ill sing that for him theyre my eyes if hes anything of a poet two
eyes as darkly bright as loves own star arent those beautiful words as loves
young star itll be a change the Lord knows to have an intelligent person to
talk to about yourself not always listening to him and Billy Prescotts ad and
Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad then if anything goes wrong in their
business we have to suffer Im sure hes very distinguished Id like to meet a
man like that God not those other ruck besides hes young those fine young
men I could see down in Margate strand bathingplace from the side of the
rock standing up in the sun naked like a God or something and then
plunging into the sea with them why arent all men like that thered be some
consolation for a woman like that lovely little statue he bought I could look
at him all day long curly head and his shoulders his finger up for you to
listen theres real beauty and poetry for you I often felt I wanted to kiss him
all over also his lovely young cock there so simple I wouldnt mind taking
him in my mouth if nobody was looking as if it was asking you to suck it so
clean and white he looks with his boyish face I would too in 1/2 a minute
even if some of it went down what its only like gruel or the dew theres no
danger besides hed be so clean compared with those pigs of men I suppose
never dream of washing it from I years end to the other the most of them
only thats what gives the women the moustaches Im sure itll be grand if I
can only get in with a handsome young poet at my age Ill throw them the 1st
thing in the morning till I see if the wishcard comes out or Ill try pairing
the lady herself and see if he comes out Ill read and study all I can find or
learn a bit off by heart if I knew who he likes so he wont think me stupid if
he thinks all women are the same and I can teach him the other part Ill
make him feel all over him till he half faints under me then hell write about
me lover and mistress publicly too with our 2 photographs in all the papers
when he becomes famous O but then what am I going to do about him though

no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no
nothing in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom because I
didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a
cabbage thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place
pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so barefaced
without even asking permission and standing out that vulgar way in the half
of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a butcher or those old
hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course hes right enough in his
way to pass the time as a joke sure you might as well be in bed with what
with a lion God Im sure hed have something better to say for himself an old
Lion would O well I suppose its because they were so plump and tempting
in my short petticoat he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well
for men all the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body were so
round and white for them always I wished I was one myself for a change


just to try with that thing they have swelling up on you so hard and at the
same time so soft when you touch it my uncle John has a thing long I heard
those cornerboys saying passing the comer of Marrowbone lane my aunt
Mary has a thing hairy because it was dark and they knew a girl was
passing it didnt make me blush why should it either its only nature and he
puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be
you put the handle in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and
choose what they please a married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their
different tastes like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be
always chained up theyre not going to be chaining me up no damn fear
once I start I tell you for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant we all
remain friends over it instead of quarrelling her husband found it out what
they did together well naturally and if he did can he undo it hes coronado
anyway whatever he does and then he going to the other mad extreme about
the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man never even casts a 2nd thought
on the husband or wife either its the woman he wants and he gets her what
else were we given all those desires for Id like to know I cant help it if Im
young still can I its a wonder Im not an old shrivelled hag before my time
living with him so cold never embracing me except sometimes when hes
asleep the wrong end of me not knowing I suppose who he has any man
thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat at him after that hed kiss
anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any kind of expression in us
all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to a man pfooh the
dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I kiss the feet of you senorita theres
some sense in that didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he did what a madman
nobody understands his cracked ideas but me still of course a woman wants
to be embraced 20 times a day almost to make her look young no matter by
who so long as to be in love or loved by somebody if the fellow you want
isnt there sometimes by the Lord God I was thinking would I go around by
the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a
sailor off the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only
do it off up in a gate somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in
Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to try
and steal our things if they could I only sent mine there a few times for the
name model laundry sending me back over and over some old ones odd
stockings that blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch
attack me in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word or a
murderer anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk
hats that K C lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke lane
the night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing
match of course it was for me he gave it I knew him by his gaiters and the
walk and when I turned round a minute after just to see there was a woman
after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home to his
wife after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are rotten again with
disease O move over your big carcass out of that for the love of Mike listen
to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well he may sleep and sigh the
great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if he knew how he came out on the
cards this morning hed have something to sigh for a dark man in some
perplexity between 2 7s too in prison for Lord knows what he does that I
dont know and Im to be slooching around down in the kitchen to get his
lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a mummy will I indeed did
you ever see me running Id just like to see myself at it show them attention
and they treat you like dirt I dont care what anybody says itd be much
better for the world to be governed by the women in it you wouldnt see
women going and killing one another and slaughtering when do you ever
see women rolling around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they
have and losing it on horses yes because a woman whatever she does she
knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be in the world at all only for us
they dont know what it is to be a woman and a mother how could they
where would they all of them be if they hadnt all a mother to look after
them what I never had thats why I suppose hes running wild now out at
night away from his books and studies and not living at home on account of
the usual rowy house I suppose well its a poor case that those that have a
fine son like that theyre not satisfied and I none was he not able to make one


it wasnt my fault we came together when I was watching the two dogs up in
her behind in the middle of the naked street that disheartened me altogether
I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I knitted
crying as I was but give it to some poor child but I knew well Id never have
another our 1st death too it was we were never the same since O Im not
going to think myself into the glooms about that any more I wonder why he
wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was somebody strange he brought
in instead of roving around the city meeting God knows who nightwalkers
and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive ruining
himself for life perhaps still its a lovely hour so silent I used to love
coming home after dances the air of the night they have friends they can talk
to weve none either he wants what he wont get or its some woman ready to
stick her knife in you I hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way
they do we are a dreadful lot of bitches I suppose its all the troubles we
have makes us so snappy Im not like that he could easy have slept in there on
the sofa in the other room I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young
hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah
what harm Dedalus I wonder its like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz
Delagracia they had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of Santa
Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Calle las Siete
Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name
Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like her O my and
all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp
and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small blame to me if I am
a harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I dont feel a day older
than then I wonder could I get my tongue round any of the Spanish como
esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent forgotten it all I thought I
had only for the grammar a noun is the name of any person place or thing
pity I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by
Valera with the questions in it all upside down the two ways I always knew
wed go away in the end I can tell him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian
then hell see Im not so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor
fellow was dead tired and wanted a good sleep badly I could have brought
him in his breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on
the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the
watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the kitchen
he might like I never could bear the look of them in Abrines I could do the
criada the room looks all right since I changed it the other way you see
something was telling me all the time Id have to introduce myself not
knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife or pretend we
were in Spain with him half awake without a Gods notion where he is dos
huevos estrellados senor Lord the cracked things come into my head
sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us why not theres the
room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room he could do his
writing and studies at the table in there for all the scribbling he does at it
and if he wants to read in bed in the morning like me as hes making the
breakfast for I he can make it for 2 Im sure Im not going to take in lodgers
off the street for him if he takes a gesabo of a house like this Id love to
have a long talk with an intelligent welleducated person Id have to get a nice
pair of red slippers like those Turks with the fez used to sell or yellow and
a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want or a peachblossom
dressing jacket like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 Ill just
give him one more chance Ill get up early in the morning Im sick of Cohens
old bed in any case I might go over to the markets to see all the vegetables
and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of splendid fruits all
coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the 1st man Id meet theyre
out looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used to say they are and the
night too that was her massgoing Id love a big juicy pear now to melt in
your mouth like when I used to be in the longing way then Ill throw him up
his eggs and tea in the moustachecup she gave him to make his mouth
bigger I suppose hed like my nice cream too I know what Ill do Ill go about
rather gay not too much singing a bit now and then mi fa pieta Masetto
then Ill start dressing myself to go out presto non son piu forte Ill put on
my best shift and drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make his


micky stand for him Ill let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is
I s l o fucked yes and damn well fucked too up to my neck nearly not by him 5
or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of his spunk on the clean sheet I
wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to satisfy him if you dont
believe me feel my belly unless I made him stand there and put him into me
Ive a mind to tell him every scrap and make him do it out in front of me
serve him right its all his own fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in
the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in this
vale of tears God knows its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it I
suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for or He wouldnt have made
us the way He did so attractive to men then if he wants to kiss my bottom Ill
drag open my drawers and bulge it right out in his face as large as life he
can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole as hes there my brown part then Ill
tell him I want LI or perhaps 30/- Ill tell him I want to buy underclothes
then if he gives me that well he wont be too bad I dont want to soak it all
out of him like other women do I could often have written out a fine cheque
for myself and write his name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he
forgot to lock it up besides he wont spend it Ill let him do it off on me
behind provided he doesnt smear all my good drawers O I suppose that
cant be helped Ill do the indifferent l or 2 questions Ill know by the answers
when hes like that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him Ill
tighten my bottom well and let out a few smutty words smellrump or lick
my shit or the first mad thing comes into my head then Ill suggest about yes
O wait now sonny my turn is coming Ill be quite gay and friendly over it O
but I was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh you wouldnt know
which to laugh or cry were such a mixture of plum and apple no Ill have to
wear the old things so much the better itll be more pointed hell never know
whether he did it or not there thats good enough for you any old thing at all
then Ill wipe him off me just like a business his omission then Ill go out Ill
have him eying up at the ceiling where is she gone now make him want me
thats the only way a quarter after what an unearthly hour I suppose theyre
just getting up in China now combing out their pigtails for the day well
soon have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil
their sleep except an odd priest or two for his night office or the alarmclock
next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of itself let me see if I can
doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars
the wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was
like that something only I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try
again so as I can get up early Ill go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and
get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in case he brings
him home tomorrow today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first I
want to do the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im
asleep then we can have music and cigarettes I can accompany him first I
must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I wear shall I wear a white
rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich big shop at
7 1/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar
11d a couple of lbs of those a nice plant for the middle of the table Id get
that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them not long ago I love flowers Id
love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing
like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the
beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things
and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see
rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours
springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for
them saying theres no God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all
their learning why dont they go and create something I often asked him
atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off
themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why
why because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes
I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was
anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there
you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun
shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on
Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to


propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and
it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near
lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are
flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and
the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he
understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round
him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me
to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the
sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr
Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors
playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on
the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round
his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in
their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the
Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all
the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking
outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the
vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big
wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes
and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you
to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of
the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and
the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed
the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O
that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like
fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes
and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and
the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and
Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the
rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and
how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as
another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he
asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my
arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts
all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will
Yes.

Trieste-Zurich-Paris
1914-1921