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(The figure of Bella Cohen stands before him.) BELLA: You’ll know me the next time. BLOOM: (Composed, regards her.) Passée. Muttondressed as lamb. Long in the tooth and superfluous hair. A raw onion the last thing at nightwould benefit your complexion. And take some double chin drill. Your eyes are as vapidas the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. They have the dimensions of your other features,that’s all. I’m not a triple screw propeller. BELLA: (Contemptuously.) You’re not game,in fact. (Her sowcunt barks.) Fbhracht! BLOOM: (Contemptuously.) Clean your naillessmiddle finger first, your bully’s cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handfulof hay and wipe yourself. BELLA: I know you, canvasser! Dead cod! BLOOM: I saw him, kipkeeper! Pox and gleetvendor! BELLA: (Turns to the piano.) Which of youwas playing the dead march from Saul? ZOE: Me. Mind your cornflowers. (She dartsto 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. (Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth withthe silver paper. Bloom approaches Zoe.) BLOOM: (Gently.) Give me back that potato,will you? ZOE: Forfeits, a fine thing and a superfinething. BLOOM: (With feeling.) It is nothing, butstill, a relic of poor mamma. ZOE: Give a thing and take it backGod’ll ask you where is that You’ll say you don’t knowGod’ll send you down below. BLOOM: There is a memory attached to it. Ishould like to have it. STEPHEN: To have or not to have that is thequestion. ZOE: Here. (She hauls up a reef of her slip,revealing her bare thigh, and unrolls the potato from the top of her stocking.) Thosethat hides knows where to find. BELLA: (Frowns.) Here. This isn’t a musicalpeepshow. And don’t you smash that piano. Who’s paying here? (She goes to the pianola. Stephen fumblesin his pocket and, taking out a banknote by its corner, hands it to her.) STEPHEN: (With exaggerated politeness.) Thissilken purse I made out of the sow’s ear of the public. Madam, excuse me. If you allowme. (He indicates vaguely Lynch and Bloom.) We are all in the same sweepstake, Kinch andLynch. Dans ce bordel où tenons nostre état. LYNCH: (Calls from the hearth.) Dedalus! Giveher your blessing for me. STEPHEN: (Hands Bella a coin.) Gold. She hasit. BELLA: (Looks at the money, then at Stephen,then at Zoe, Florry and Kitty.) Do you want three girls? It’s ten shillings here. STEPHEN: (Delightedly.) A hundred thousandapologies. (He fumbles again and takes out and hands her two crowns.) Permit, brevi manu,my sight is somewhat troubled. (Bella goes to the table to count the moneywhile Stephen talks to himself in monosyllables. Zoe bends over the table. Kitty leans overZoe’s neck. Lynch gets up, rights his cap and, clasping Kitty’s waist, adds his headto the group.) FLORRY: (Strives heavily to rise.) Ow! Myfoot’s asleep. (She limps over to the table. Bloom approaches.) BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (Chatteringand 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 liar, excuse me...the gentleman paid down like a gentleman... drink... it’s long after eleven. STEPHEN: (At the pianola, making a gestureof abhorrence.) No bottles! What, eleven? A riddle! ZOE: (Lifting up her pettigown and foldinga 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 her, carries her and bumps her downon the sofa.) STEPHEN: The fox crew, the 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 thetable between Bella and Florry.) So. Allow me. (He takes up the poundnote.) Three timesten. We’re square. BELLA: (Admiringly.) You’re such a slyboots,old cocky. I could kiss you. ZOE: (Points.) Him? Deep as a drawwell. (Lynchbends Kitty back over the sofa and kisses her. Bloom goes with the poundnote to Stephen.) BLOOM: This is yours. STEPHEN: How is that? Le distrait or absentmindedbeggar. (He fumbles again in his pocket and draws out a handful of coins. An object falls.)That fell. BLOOM: (Stooping, picks up and hands a boxof matches.) This. STEPHEN: Lucifer. Thanks. BLOOM: (Quietly.) You had better hand overthat cash to me to take care of. Why pay more? STEPHEN: (Hands him all his coins.) Be justbefore you are generous. BLOOM: I will but is it wise? (He counts.)One, seven, eleven, and 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. Onepound seven, say. STEPHEN: Doesn’t matter a rambling damn. BLOOM: No, but... STEPHEN: (Comes to the table.) Cigarette,please. (Lynch tosses a cigarette from the sofa to the table.) And so Georgina Johnsonis 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 cigarettewith enigmatic melancholy.) LYNCH: (Watching him.) You would have a betterchance 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 seesall flat. (He draws the match away. It goes out.) Brain thinks. Near: far. Ineluctablemodality of the visible. (He frowns mysteriously.) Hm. Sphinx. The beast that has two backs atmidnight. Married. ZOE: It was a commercial traveller marriedher and took her away with him. FLORRY: (Nods.) Mr Lambe from London. STEPHEN: Lamb of London, who takest away thesins of our world. LYNCH: (Embracing Kitty on the sofa, chantsdeeply.) 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. Curseddog I met. (To Zoe.) You have nothing? ZOE: Is he hungry? STEPHEN: (Extends his hand to her smilingand chants to the air of the bloodoath in the Dusk of the Gods.) Hangende Hunger,Fragende Frau, Macht uns alle kaputt. ZOE: (Tragically.) Hamlet, I am thy father’sgimlet! (She takes his hand.) Blue eyes beauty I’ll read your hand. (She points to hisforehead.) No wit, no wrinkles. (She counts.) Two, three, Mars, that’s courage. (Stephenshakes his head.) No kid. LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. The youthwho could not shiver and shake. (To Zoe.) Who taught you palmistry? ZOE: (Turns.) Ask my ballocks that I haven’tgot. (To Stephen.) I see it in your face. The eye, like that. (She frowns with loweredhead.) LYNCH: (Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.)Like that. Pandybat. (Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the coffinof the pianola flies open, the bald little round jack-in-the-box head of Father Dolansprings up.) FATHER DOLAN: Any boy want flogging? Brokehis glasses? Lazy idle little schemer. See it in your eye. (Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the headof Don John Conmee rises from the pianola coffin.) DON JOHN CONMEE: Now, Father Dolan! Now. I’msure that Stephen is a very good little boy! ZOE: (Examining Stephen’s palm.) Woman’shand. 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. (Shetraces lines on his hand.) Line of fate. Influential friends. FLORRY: (Pointing.) Imagination. ZOE: Mount of the moon. You’ll meet witha... (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 hispalm.) 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.) O, I see. Short little finger.Henpecked husband. That wrong? (Black Liz, a huge rooster hatching in a chalkedcircle, rises, stretches her wings and clucks.) BLACK LIZ: Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook. (She sidles from her newlaid egg and waddlesoff.) BLOOM: (Points to his hand.) That weal thereis an accident. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago. I was sixteen. ZOE: I see, says the blind man. Tell us news. STEPHEN: See? Moves to one great goal. I amtwentytwo. 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. Bloomreleases his hand and writes idly on the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.) FLORRY: What? (A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour,with a gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trotspast. Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the sideseats. The Ormond boots crouchesbehind on the axle. Sadly over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze.) THE BOOTS: (Jogging, mocks them with thumband 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 leans,his boater straw set sideways, a red flower in his mouth. Lenehan in yachtsman’s capand white shoes officiously detaches a long hair from Blazes Boylan’s coat shoulder.) LENEHAN: Ho! What do I here behold? Were youbrushing the cobwebs off a few quims? BOYLAN: (Sated, smiles.) Plucking a turkey. LENEHAN: A good night’s work. BOYLAN: (Holding up four thick bluntungulatedfingers, winks.) Blazes Kate! Up to sample or your money back. (He holds out a forefinger.)Smell that. LENEHAN: (Smells gleefully.) Ah! Lobster andmayonnaise. Ah! ZOE AND FLORRY: (Laugh together.) Ha ha haha. BOYLAN: (Jumps surely from the car and callsloudly for all to hear.) Hello, Bloom! Mrs Bloom dressed yet? BLOOM: (In flunkey’s prune plush coat andkneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig.) I’m afraid not, sir. The last articles... BOYLAN: (Tosses him sixpence.) Here, to buyyourself 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 wife, you understand? BLOOM: Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedyis in her bath, sir. MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured.(She plops splashing out of the water.) Raoul darling, come 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 look, the pishogue! Pimp!And scourge himself! I’ll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the bearded woman,to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stampedreceipt. BOYLAN: (Clasps himself.) Here, I can’thold this little lot much longer. (He strides off on stiff cavalry legs.) BELLA: (Laughing.) Ho ho ho ho. BOYLAN: (To Bloom, over his shoulder.) Youcan apply your eye to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through hera few times. BLOOM: Thank you, sir. I will, sir. May Ibring two men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot? (He holds out an ointmentjar.) Vaseline, sir? Orangeflower...? Lukewarm water...? KITTY: (From the sofa.) Tell us, Florry. Tellus. What... (Florry whispers to her. Whispering lovewordsmurmur, liplapping loudly, poppysmic plopslop.) MINA KENNEDY: (Her eyes upturned.) O, it mustbe like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! O, he simply idolises every bit ofher! Stuck together! Covered with kisses! LYDIA DOUCE: (Her mouth opening.) Yumyum.O, he’s carrying her round the room doing it! Ride a cockhorse. You could hear themin Paris and New York. Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream. KITTY: (Laughing.) Hee hee hee. BOYLAN’S VOICE: (Sweetly, hoarsely, in thepit of his stomach.) Ah! Godblazeqrukbrukarchkrasht! MARION’S VOICE: (Hoarsely, sweetly, risingto her throat.) O! Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck? BLOOM: (His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself.)Show! Hide! Show! Plough her! More! Shoot! BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Ho ho! Ha ha! Heehee! LYNCH: (Points.) The mirror up to nature.(He laughs.) Hu hu hu hu hu! (Stephen and Bloom gaze in the mirror. Theface of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears there, rigid in facial paralysis, crownedby the reflection of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the hall.) SHAKESPEARE: (In dignified ventriloquy.) ’Tisthe loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind. (To Bloom.) Thou thoughtest as how thou wastestinvisible. Gaze. (He crows with a black capon’s laugh.) Iagogo! How my Oldfellow chokit hisThursdaymornun. Iagogogo! BLOOM: (Smiles yellowly at the three whores.)When will I hear the joke? ZOE: Before you’re twice married and oncea widower. BLOOM: Lapses are condoned. Even the greatNapoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death... (Mrs Dignam, widow woman, her snubnose andcheeks flushed with deathtalk, tears and Tunney’s tawny sherry, hurries by in her weeds, herbonnet awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, a pen chivvying her brood ofcygnets. Beneath her skirt appear her late husband’s everyday trousers and turnedupboots, large eights. She holds a Scottish widow’s insurance policy and a large marqueeumbrella under which her brood run with her, Patsy hopping on one shod foot, his collarloose, a hank of porksteaks dangling, Freddy whimpering, Susy with a crying cod’s mouth,Alice struggling with the baby. She cuffs them on, her streamers flaunting aloft.) FREDDY: Ah, ma, you’re dragging me along! SUSY: Mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over! SHAKESPEARE: (With paralytic rage.) Weda secawhokilla farst. (The face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeaturesShakespeare’s beardless face. The marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the children runaside. Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and kimono gown. She glidessidling and bowing, twirling japanesily.) MRS CUNNINGHAM: (Sings.) And they call me the jewel of Asia! MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Gazes on her, impassive.)Immense! Most bloody awful demirep! STEPHEN: Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti. Queenslay with prize bulls. Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made thefirst confessionbox. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the houseof Lambert. And Noah was drunk with wine. And his ark was open. BELLA: None of that here. Come to the wrongshop. LYNCH: Let him alone. He’s back from Paris. ZOE: (Runs to stephen and links him.) O goon! Give us some parleyvoo. (Stephen claps hat on head and leaps overto the fireplace where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a paintedsmile on his face.) LYNCH: (Pommelling on the sofa.) Rmm Rmm RmmRrrrrrmmmmm. STEPHEN: (Gabbles with marionette jerks.)Thousand places of entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling glovesand other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric wherelots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walkingthere parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poorenglish how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous. Misters veryselects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and theytears silver which occur every night. Perfectly shocking terrific of religion’s things mockeryseen in universal world. All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squealloud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. (He clackshis tongue loudly.) Ho, là là! Ce pif qu’il a! LYNCH: Vive le vampire! THE WHORES: Bravo! Parleyvoo! STEPHEN: (Grimacing with head back, laughsloudly, clapping himself.) Great success of laughing. Angels much prostitutes like andholy apostles big damn ruffians. Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds veryamiable costumed. Or do you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitudeof old mans? (He points about him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the whores replyto.) Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities verylesbic the kiss five ten times. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every positions trapezesall that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher’s boy pollutesin warm veal liver or omlet on the belly pièce de Shakespeare. BELLA: (Clapping her belly sinks back on thesofa, with a shout of laughter.) An omelette on the... Ho! ho! ho! ho!... omelette on the... STEPHEN: (Mincingly.) I love you, sir darling.Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale. O yes, mon 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 her, a fubsy widow. Where’s thered carpet spread? BLOOM: (Approaching Stephen.) Look... STEPHEN: No, I flew. My foes beneath me. Andever shall be. World without end. (He cries.) Pater! Free! BLOOM: I say, look... STEPHEN: Break my spirit, will he? O merdealors! (He cries, his vulture talons sharpened.) Hola! Hillyho! (Simon Dedalus’ voice hilloes in answer,somewhat sleepy but ready.) SIMON: That’s all right. (He swoops uncertainlythrough the air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on strong ponderous buzzardwings.) Ho, boy! Are you going to win? Hoop! Pschatt! Stable with those halfcastes. Wouldn’tlet them within the bawl of an ass. Head up! Keep our flag flying! An eagle gules volantin a field argent displayed. Ulster king at arms! Haihoop! (He makes the beagle’s call,giving tongue.) Bulbul! Burblblburblbl! Hai, boy! (The fronds and spaces of the wallpaper filerapidly across country. A stout fox, drawn from covert, brush pointed, having buriedhis grandmother, runs swift for the open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under theleaves. The pack of staghounds follows, nose to the ground, sniffing their quarry, beaglebaying,burblbrbling to be blooded. Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them, hot for a kill.From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks,hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms,toreadors with bullswords, grey negroes waving torches. The crowd bawls of dicers, crownand anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizardhats 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 monkey, boys! Sell the monkey!I’ll give ten to one! Ten to one bar one! (A dark horse, riderless, bolts like a phantompast the winningpost, his mane moonfoaming, his eyeballs stars. The field follows, a bunchof bucking mounts. Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel, the Duke ofWestminster’s Shotover, Repulse, the Duke of Beaufort’s Ceylon, prix de Paris. Dwarfsride them, rustyarmoured, leaping, leaping in their, in their saddles. Last in a drizzleof rain on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, Cock of the North, the favourite, honey cap, greenjacket, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, gripping the reins, a hockeystick at the ready.His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.) THE ORANGE LODGES: (Jeering.) Get down andpush, mister. Last lap! You’ll be home the night! GARRETT DEASY: (Bolt upright, his nailscrapedface plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his blue eyes flashing inthe prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop.) Per vias rectas! (A yoke of buckets leopards all over him andhis rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions,turnips, potatoes.) THE GREEN LODGES: Soft day, sir John! Softday, your honour! (Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffreypass beneath the windows, singing in discord.) STEPHEN: Hark! Our friend noise in the street. ZOE: (Holds up her hand.) Stop! PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY: Yet I’ve a sort of aYorkshire 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 ashplant,beating his foot in tripudium.) ZOE: (Turns the drumhandle.) There. (She drops two pennies in the slot. Gold,pink and violet lights start forth. The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz. ProfessorGoodwin, in a bowknotted periwig, in court dress, wearing a stained inverness cape, bentin two from incredible age, totters across the room, his hands fluttering. He sits tinilyon the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the keyboard, nodding withdamsel’s grace, his bowknot bobbing.) ZOE: (Twirls round herself, heeltapping.)Dance. Anybody here for there? Who’ll dance? Clear the table. (The pianola with changing lights plays inwaltz time the prelude of My Girl’s a Yorkshire Girl. Stephen throws his ashplant on the tableand seizes Zoe round the waist. Florry and Bella push the table towards the fireplace.Stephen, arming Zoe with exaggerated grace, begins to waltz her round the room. Bloomstands aside. Her sleeve falling from gracing arms, reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination.Between the curtains Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins a silkhat. With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his crown and jauntyhatted skates in. Hewears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a gorget of cream tulle, a green lowcut waistcoat,stock collar with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, patent 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 breastbone, bows, andfondles his flower and buttons.) MAGINNI: The poetry of motion, art 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 minuetsforward three paces on tripping bee’s feet.) Tout le monde en avant! Révérence! Toutle monde en place! (The prelude ceases. Professor Goodwin, beatingvague arms shrivels, sinks, his live cape falling about the stool. The air in firmerwaltz time sounds. Stephen and Zoe circle freely. The lights change, glow, fade goldrosy violet.) THE PIANOLA: Two young fellows were talking about theirgirls, girls, girls, Sweethearts they’d left behind... (From a corner the morning hours run out,goldhaired, slimsandalled, in girlish blue, waspwaisted, with innocent hands. Nimbly theydance, twirling their skipping ropes. The hours of noon follow in amber gold. Laughing,linked, high haircombs flashing, they catch the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting theirarms.) MAGINNI: (Clipclaps glovesilent hands.) Carré!Avant deux! Breathe evenly! Balance! (The morning and noon hours waltz in theirplaces, turning, advancing to each other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis. Cavaliersbehind them arch and suspend their arms, with hands descending to, touching, rising fromtheir shoulders.) HOURS: You may touch my. CAVALIERS: May I touch your? HOURS: O, but lightly! CAVALIERS: O, so 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 landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their cheeksdelicate with cipria and false faint bloom. They are in grey gauze with dark bat sleevesthat flutter in the land breeze.) MAGINNI: Avant huit! Traversé! Salut! Coursde mains! Croisé! (The night hours, one by one, steal to thelast place. Morning, noon and twilight hours retreat before them. They are masked, withdaggered hair and bracelets of dull bells. Weary they curchycurchy under veils.) THE BRACELETS: Heigho! Heigho! ZOE: (Twirling, her hand to her brow.) O! MAGINNI: Les tiroirs! Chaîne de dames! Lacorbeille! Dos à dos! (Arabesquing wearily they weave a patternon the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling.) ZOE: I’m giddy! (She frees herself, droops on a chair. Stephenseizes Florry and turns with her.) MAGINNI: Boulangère! Les ronds! Les ponts!Chevaux de bois! Escargots! (Twining, receding, with interchanging handsthe night hours link each each with arching arms in a mosaic of movements. Stephen andFlorry turn cumbrously.) MAGINNI: Dansez avec vos dames! Changez dedames! Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame! Remerciez! THE PIANOLA: Best, best of all,Baraabum! KITTY: (Jumps up.) O, they played that onthe hobbyhorses at the Mirus bazaar! (She runs to Stephen. He leaves Florry brusquelyand seizes Kitty. A screaming bittern’s harsh high whistle shrieks. GroangrousegurglingToft’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 arms, snatchesup his ashplant from the table and takes the floor. All wheel whirl waltz twirl. BloombellaKittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women. Stephen with hat ashplant frogsplits in middle highkickswith skykicking mouth shut hand clasp part under thigh. With clang tinkle boomhammertallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft’s cumbersome turns with hobbyhorseriders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fallagain.) THE PIANOLA: Though she’s a factory lassAnd wears no fancy clothes. (Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflarescudding 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 bell,horse, nag, steer, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfoldedropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through. Baraabum! On nags hogs bellhorsesGadarene swine Corny in coffin steel shark stone onehandled Nelson two trickies Frauenzimmerplumstained from pram falling bawling. Gum he’s a champion. Fuseblue peer from barrelrev. evensong Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcakeno fancy clothes. Then in last switchback lumbering up and down bump mashtub sort ofviceroy 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 aroundsuns turn roundabout. Bright midges dance on walls. He stops dead.) STEPHEN: Ho! (Stephen’s mother, emaciated, rises starkthrough the floor, in leper grey with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a torn bridalveil, her face worn and noseless, green with gravemould. Her hair is scant and lank. Shefixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and opens her toothless mouth utteringa 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 Mulligan, inparticoloured jester’s dress of puce and yellow and clown’s cap with curling bell,stands gaping at her, a smoking buttered split scone in his hand.) BUCK MULLIGAN: She’s beastly dead. The pityof it! Mulligan meets the afflicted mother. (He upturns his eyes.) Mercurial Malachi! THE MOTHER: (With the subtle smile of death’smadness.) I was once the beautiful May Goulding. I am dead. STEPHEN: (Horrorstruck.) Lemur, who 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 ofmolten butter fall from his eyes on to the scone.) Our great sweet mother! Epi oinopaponton. THE MOTHER: (Comes nearer, breathing uponhim softly her breath of wetted ashes.) All must go through it, Stephen. More women thanmen in the world. You too. Time will come. STEPHEN: (Choking with fright, remorse andhorror.) They say I killed you, mother. He offended your memory. Cancer did it, not I.Destiny. THE MOTHER: (A green rill of bile tricklingfrom a side of her mouth.) You sang that song to me. Love’s bitter mystery. STEPHEN: (Eagerly.) Tell me the word, mother,if you know now. The word known to all men. THE MOTHER: Who saved you the night you jumpedinto the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee? Who had pity for you when you were sad among thestrangers? Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls in the Ursuline manualand forty days’ indulgence. Repent, Stephen. 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 yearsI loved you, O, my son, my firstborn, when you lay in my womb. ZOE: (Fanning herself with the grate fan.)I’m melting! FLORRY: (Points to Stephen.) Look! He’swhite. BLOOM: (Goes to the window to open it more.)Giddy. THE MOTHER: (With smouldering eyes.) Repent!O, the fire of hell! STEPHEN: (Panting.) His noncorrosive sublimate!The corpsechewer! Raw head and bloody bones. THE MOTHER: (Her face drawing near and nearer,sending out an ashen breath.) Beware! (She raises her blackened withered right arm slowlytowards Stephen’s breast with outstretched finger.) Beware God’s hand! (A green crabwith malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen’s heart.) STEPHEN: (Strangled with rage.) Shite! (Hisfeatures grow drawn and grey and old.) BLOOM: (At the window.) What? STEPHEN: Ah non, par exemple! The intellectualimagination! With me all or not at all. Non serviam! FLORRY: Give him some cold water. Wait. (Sherushes out.) THE MOTHER: (Wrings her hands slowly, moaningdesperately.) O Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him! Save him from hell, O DivineSacred Heart! STEPHEN: No! No! No! Break my spirit, allof you, if you can! I’ll bring you all to heel! THE MOTHER: (In the agony of her deathrattle.)Have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Inexpressible was my anguish when expiringwith love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary. STEPHEN: Nothung! (He lifts his ashplant high with both handsand smashes the chandelier. Time’s livid final flame leaps and, in the following darkness,ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry.) THE GASJET: Pwfungg! BLOOM: Stop! LYNCH: (Rushes forward and seizes Stephen’shand.) Here! Hold on! Don’t run amok! BELLA: Police! (Stephen, abandoning his ashplant, his headand arms thrown back stark, beats the ground and flies from the room, past the whores at the door.) BELLA: (Screams.) After him! (The two whores rush to the halldoor. Lynchand Kitty and Zoe stampede from the room. They talk excitedly. Bloom follows, returns.) THE WHORES: (Jammed in the doorway, pointing.)Down there. ZOE: (Pointing.) There. There’s somethingup. BELLA: Who pays for the lamp? (She seizesBloom’s coattail.) Here, you were with him. The lamp’s broken. BLOOM: (Rushes to the hall, rushes back.)What lamp, woman? A WHORE: He tore his coat. BELLA: (Her eyes hard with anger and cupidity,points.) 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.) Here, none of your tall talk.This isn’t a brothel. A ten shilling house. BLOOM: (His head under the lamp, pulls thechain. Pulling, the 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 howhe hit the paper. There’s not sixpenceworth of damage done. Ten shillings! FLORRY: (With a glass of water, enters.) Whereis he? BELLA: Do you want me to call the police? BLOOM: O, I 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 vicechancellor. You don’twant a scandal. BELLA: (Angrily.) Trinity. Coming down hereragging after the boatraces and paying nothing. Are you my commander here or? Where is he?I’ll charge him! Disgrace him, I will! (She shouts.) Zoe! Zoe! BLOOM: (Urgently.) And if it were your ownson 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 shillingon the table and starts.) That’s for the chimney. Where? I need mountain air. (He hurries out through the hall. The whorespoint. Florry follows, spilling water from her tilted tumbler. On the doorstep all thewhores clustered talk volubly, pointing to the right where the fog has cleared off. Fromthe left arrives a jingling hackney car. It slows to in front of the house. Bloom at thehalldoor 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 ickylickystickyyumyum kisses. Corny Kelleher replies with a ghastly lewd smile. The silent lechers turnto pay the jarvey. Zoe and Kitty still point right. Bloom, parting them swiftly, drawshis caliph’s hood and poncho and hurries down the steps with sideways face. Incog Harounal Raschid he flits behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the railings with fleetstep of a pard strewing the drag behind him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed. The ashplantmarks his stride. A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhipin tallyho cap and an old pair of grey trousers, follows from far, picking up the scent, nearer,baying, panting, at fault, breaking away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels,leaping at his tail. He walks, runs, zigzags, gallops, lugs laid back. He is pelted withgravel, cabbagestumps, biscuitboxes, eggs, potatoes, dead codfish, woman’s slipperslappers.After him freshfound the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit of follow my leader:65 C, 66 C, night watch, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V. B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti,Alexander Keyes, Larry O’Rourke, Joe Cuffe, Mrs O’Dowd, Pisser Burke, The Nameless One,Mrs Riordan, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore,Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartelld’Arcy, Joe Hynes, red Murray, editor Brayden, T. M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John HowardParnell, the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Breen, Denis Breen, Theodore Purefoy,Mina Purefoy, the Westland Row postmistress, C. P. M’Coy, friend of Lyons, Hoppy Holohan,maninthestreet, othermaninthestreet, Footballboots, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, DavyByrne, Mrs Ellen M’Guinness, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry on corns, SuperintendentLaracy, Father Cowley, Crofton out of the Collector-general’s, Dan Dawson, dentalsurgeon Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Bob Doran, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Wyse Nolan, John Wyse Nolan,handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwidebehindinClonskea tram, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, MissDubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the managingclerk of Drimmie’s, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner,Moses Herzog, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Galbraith, the constable off Ecclesstreet corner, old doctor Brady with stethoscope, the mystery man on the beach, a retriever,Mrs 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 thescaffolding Bloom panting stops on the fringe of the noisy quarrelling knot, a lot not knowinga jot what hi! hi! row and wrangle round the whowhat brawlaltogether.) STEPHEN: (With elaborate gestures, breathingdeeply and slowly.) You are my guests. Uninvited. By virtue of the fifth of George and seventhof Edward. History to blame. Fabled by mothers of memory. PRIVATE CARR: (To Cissy Caffrey.) Was he insultingyou? STEPHEN: Addressed her in vocative feminine.Probably neuter. Ungenitive. VOICES: No, he didn’t. I seen him. The girlthere. He was in Mrs Cohen’s. What’s up? Soldier and civilian. CISSY CAFFREY: I was in company with the soldiersand they left me to do—you know, and the young man run up behind me. But I’m faithfulto the man that’s treating me though I’m only a shilling whore. STEPHEN: (Catches sight of Lynch’s and Kitty’sheads.) Hail, Sisyphus. (He points to himself and the others.) Poetic. Uropoetic. VOICES: Shes faithfultheman. CISSY CAFFREY: Yes, to go with him. And mewith a soldier friend. PRIVATE COMPTON: He doesn’t half want athick ear, the blighter. Biff him one, Harry. PRIVATE CARR: (To Cissy.) Was he insultingyou while me and him was having a piss? LORD TENNYSON: (Gentleman poet in Union Jackblazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, flowingbearded.) Theirs not to reason why. PRIVATE COMPTON: Biff him, Harry. STEPHEN: (To Private Compton.) I don’t knowyour name but you are quite right. Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat tenmen in their shirts. Shirt is synechdoche. Part for the whole. CISSY CAFFREY: (To the crowd.) No, I was withthe privates. STEPHEN: (Amiably.) Why not? The bold soldierboy. In my opinion every lady for example... PRIVATE CARR: (His cap awry, advances to Stephen.)Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw? STEPHEN: (Looks up to the sky.) How? Veryunpleasant. Noble art of selfpretence. Personally, I detest action. (He waves his hand.) Handhurts 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 handkerchief,giving the sign of the heroine of Jericho.) Rahab. Cook’s son, goodbye. Safe home toDolly. Dream of the girl you left behind and she will dream of you. (The soldiers turn their swimming eyes.) BLOOM: (Elbowing through the crowd, plucksStephen’s sleeve vigorously.) Come now, professor, that 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. Retainingthe perpendicular. (He staggers a pace back.) BLOOM: (Propping him.) Retain your own. STEPHEN: (Laughs emptily.) My centre of gravityis displaced. I have forgotten the trick. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Strugglefor life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the kingof England, have invented arbitration. (He taps his brow.) But in here it is I must killthe priest and the king. BIDDY THE CLAP: Did you hear what the professorsaid? He’s a professor out of the college. CUNTY KATE: I did. I heard that. BIDDY THE CLAP: He expresses himself withsuch marked refinement of phraseology. CUNTY KATE: Indeed, yes. And at the same timewith such apposite trenchancy. PRIVATE CARR: (Pulls himself free and comesforward.) What’s that you’re saying about my king? (Edward the Seventh appears in an archway.He wears a white jersey on which an image of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the insigniaof Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner’s and Probyn’s horse,Lincoln’s Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts. He sucksa red jujube. He is robed as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel andapron, marked made in Germany. In his left hand he holds a plasterer’s bucket on whichis printed Défense d’uriner. A roar of welcome greets him.) EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Slowly, solemnly butindistinctly.) Peace, perfect peace. For identification, bucket in my hand. Cheerio, boys. (He turnsto his subjects.) We have come here to witness a clean straight fight and we heartily wishboth men the best of good luck. Mahak makar a bak. (He shakes hands with Private Carr, PrivateCompton, Stephen, Bloom and Lynch. General applause. Edward the Seventh lifts his bucketgraciously in acknowledgment.) PRIVATE CARR: (To Stephen.) Say it again. STEPHEN: (Nervous, friendly, pulls himselfup.) I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the moment. Thisis 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 thatI wish it for you. But I say: Let my country die for me. Up to the present it has doneso. I didn’t want it to die. Damn death. Long live life! EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Levitates over heapsof slain, in the garb and with the halo of Joking Jesus, a white jujube in his phosphorescentface.) My methods are new and are causing surprise.To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes. STEPHEN: Kings and unicorns! (He falls backa pace.) Come somewhere and we’ll... What was that girl saying?... PRIVATE COMPTON: Eh, Harry, give him a kickin the knackers. Stick one into Jerry. BLOOM: (To the privates, softly.) He doesn’tknow what he’s saying. Taken a little more than is good for him. Absinthe. Greeneyedmonster. I know him. He’s a gentleman, a poet. It’s all right. STEPHEN: (Nods, smiling and laughing.) Gentleman,patriot, scholar and judge of impostors. PRIVATE CARR: I don’t give a bugger whohe is. PRIVATE COMPTON: We don’t give a buggerwho he is. STEPHEN: I seem to annoy them. Green rag toa bull. (Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselledshirt and peep-o’-day boy’s hat signs to Stephen.) KEVIN EGAN: H’lo! Bonjour! The vieille ogressewith the dents jaunes. (Patrice Egan peeps from behind, his rabbitfacenibbling a quince leaf.) PATRICE: Socialiste! DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY:(In medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his helm, with noble indignation pointsa mailed hand against the privates.) Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand porcosof johnyellows todos covered of gravy! BLOOM: (To Stephen.) Come home. You’ll getinto trouble. STEPHEN: (Swaying.) I don’t avoid it. Heprovokes my intelligence. BIDDY THE CLAP: One immediately observes thathe is of patrician lineage. THE VIRAGO: Green above the red, says 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 mufflerand shillelagh, calls.) May the God aboveSend down a dove With teeth as sharp as razorsTo slit the throats Of the English dogsThat hanged our Irish leaders. THE CROPPY BOY: (The ropenoose round his neck,gripes in his issuing bowels with both hands.) I bear no hate to a living thing,But I love my country beyond the king. RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Accompanied by twoblackmasked assistants, advances with gladstone bag which he opens.) Ladies and gents, cleaverpurchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg. Knife with which Voisin dismembered the wife ofa compatriot and hid remains in a sheet in the cellar, the unfortunate female’s throatbeing cut from ear to ear. Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barronwhich sent Seddon to the gallows. (He jerks the rope. The assistants leap atthe victim’s legs and drag him downward, grunting: the croppy boy’s tongue protrudesviolently.) THE CROPPY BOY: Horhot ho hray hor hother’s hest. (He gives up the ghost. A violent erectionof the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to the cobblestones.Mrs Bellingham, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forwardwith their handkerchiefs to sop it up.) RUMBOLD: I’m near it myself. (He undoesthe noose.) Rope which hanged the awful rebel. Ten shillings a time. As applied to Her RoyalHighness. (He plunges his head into the gaping belly of the hanged and draws out his headagain clotted with coiled and smoking entrails.) My painful duty has now been done. God savethe king! EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Dances slowly, solemnly,rattling his bucket, and sings with soft contentment.) On coronation day, on coronation day,O, won’t we have a merry time, Drinking whisky, beer and wine! PRIVATE CARR: Here. What are you saying aboutmy king? STEPHEN: (Throws up his hands.) O, this istoo monotonous! Nothing. He wants my money and my life, though want must be his master,for some brutish empire of his. Money I haven’t. (He searches his pockets vaguely.) Gave itto someone. PRIVATE CARR: Who wants your bleeding money? STEPHEN: (Tries to move off.) Will someonetell me where I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Ça se voit aussi à Paris.Not that I... But, by Saint Patrick...! (The women’s heads coalesce. Old Gummy Grannyin sugarloaf hat appears seated on a toadstool, the deathflower of the potato blight on herbreast.) STEPHEN: Aha! I know you, gammer! Hamlet,revenge! The old sow that eats her farrow! OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Rocking to and fro.) Ireland’ssweetheart, the king of Spain’s daughter, alanna. Strangers in my house, bad mannersto them! (She keens with banshee woe.) Ochone! Ochone! Silk of the kine! (She wails.) Youmet 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 CarrionCrow. CISSY CAFFREY: (Shrill.) Stop them from fighting! A ROUGH: Our men retreated. PRIVATE CARR: (Tugging at his belt.) I’llwring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king. BLOOM: (Terrified.) He said nothing. Not aword. A pure misunderstanding. THE CITIZEN: Erin go bragh! (Major Tweedy and the Citizen exhibit to eachother medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds. Both salute with fierce hostility.) PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Do him onein the eye. He’s a proboer. STEPHEN: Did I? When? BLOOM: (To the redcoats.) We fought for youin South Africa, Irish missile troops. Isn’t that history? Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Honouredby our monarch. THE NAVVY: (Staggering past.) O, yes! O God,yes! O, make the kwawr a krowawr! O! Bo! (Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forwarda pentice of gutted spearpoints. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in bearskincap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches,his breast bright with medals, toes the line. He gives the pilgrim warrior’s sign of theknights templars.) MAJOR TWEEDY: (Growls gruffly.) Rorke’sDrift! Up, guards, and at them! Mahar shalal hashbaz. PRIVATE CARR: I’ll do him in. PRIVATE COMPTON: (Waves the crowd back.) Fairplay, here. Make a bleeding butcher’s shop of the bugger. (Massed bands blare Garryowen and God savethe King.) CISSY CAFFREY: They’re going to fight. Forme! CUNTY KATE: The brave and the fair. BIDDY THE CLAP: Methinks yon sable knightwill joust it with the best. CUNTY KATE: (Blushing deeply.) Nay, madam.The gules doublet and merry saint George for me! STEPHEN: The harlot’s cry from street to streetShall weave Old Ireland’s windingsheet. PRIVATE CARR: (Loosening his belt, shouts.)I’ll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king. BLOOM: (Shakes Cissy Caffrey’s shoulders.)Speak, you! Are you struck dumb? You are the link between nations and generations. Speak,woman, sacred lifegiver! CISSY CAFFREY: (Alarmed, seizes Private Carr’ssleeve.) Amn’t I with you? Amn’t I your girl? Cissy’s your girl. (She cries.) Police! STEPHEN: (Ecstatically, to Cissy Caffrey.) White thy fambles, red thy ganAnd thy quarrons dainty is. VOICES: Police! DISTANT VOICES: Dublin’s burning! Dublin’sburning! On fire, on fire! (Brimstone fires spring up. Dense clouds rollpast. 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. Birdsof prey, winging from the sea, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming,gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse,sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. The midnight sun is darkened. The earth trembles.The dead of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white sheepskin overcoats and blackgoatfell cloaks arise and appear to many. A chasm opens with a noiseless yawn. Tom Rochford,winner, in athlete’s singlet and breeches, arrives at the head of the national hurdlehandicap and leaps into the void. He is followed by a race of runners and leapers. In wildattitudes they spring from the brink. Their bodies plunge. Factory lasses with fancy clothestoss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs. Society ladies lift their skirts above their headsto 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 cavalrysabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O’Brien against Daniel O’Connell,Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M’Carthy against Parnell, Arthur Griffithagainst John Redmond, John O’Leary against Lear O’Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald againstLord Gerald Fitzedward, The O’Donoghue of the Glens against The Glens of The O’Donoghue.On an eminence, the centre of the earth, rises the fieldaltar of Saint Barbara. Black candlesrise from its gospel and epistle horns. From the high barbacans of the tower two shaftsof light fall on the smokepalled altarstone. On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, goddessof unreason, lies, naked, fettered, a chalice resting on her swollen belly. Father MalachiO’Flynn in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his two left feet back to the front,celebrates camp mass. The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a plain cassock andmortarboard, his head and collar back to the front, holds over the celebrant’s head anopen umbrella.) FATHER MALACHI O’FLYNN: Introibo ad altarediaboli. THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: To the devilwhich hath made glad my young days. FATHER MALACHI O’FLYNN: (Takes from thechalice and elevates a blooddripping host.) Corpus meum. THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Raises highbehind the celebrant’s petticoat, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between whicha carrot is stuck.) My body. THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Htengier TnetopinmoDog Drol eht rof, Aiulella! (From on high the voice of Adonai calls.) ADONAI: Dooooooooooog! THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Alleluia, forthe Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! (From on high the voice of Adonai calls.) ADONAI: Goooooooooood! (In strident discord peasants and townsmenof Orange and Green factions sing Kick the Pope and Daily, daily sing to Mary.) PRIVATE CARR: (With ferocious articulation.)I’ll do him in, so help me fucking Christ! I’ll wring the bastard fucker’s bleedingblasted fucking windpipe! (The retriever, nosing on the fringe of thecrowd, barks noisily.) OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Thrusts a dagger towardsStephen’s hand.) Remove him, acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and Irelandwill be free. (She prays.) O good God, take him! BLOOM: (Runs to Lynch.) Can’t you get himaway? LYNCH: He likes dialectic, the universal language.Kitty! (To Bloom.) Get him away, you. He won’t listen to me. (He drags Kitty away.) STEPHEN: (Points.) Exit Judas. Et laqueo sesuspendit. BLOOM: (Runs to Stephen.) Come along withme now before worse happens. Here’s your stick. STEPHEN: Stick, no. Reason. This feast ofpure reason. CISSY CAFFREY: (Pulling Private Carr.) Comeon, you’re boosed. He insulted me but I forgive him. (Shouting in his ear.) I forgivehim for insulting me. BLOOM: (Over Stephen’s shoulder.) Yes, go.You see he’s incapable. PRIVATE CARR: (Breaks loose.) I’ll insulthim. (He rushes towards Stephen, fist outstretched,and strikes him in the face. Stephen totters, collapses, falls, stunned. He lies prone,his face to the sky, his 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 uteute ute ute ute ute ute. THE CROWD: Let him up! Don’t strike himwhen he’s down! Air! Who? The soldier hit him. He’s a professor. Is he hurted? Don’tmanhandle him! He’s fainted! A HAG: What call had the redcoat to strikethe gentleman and he under the influence. Let them go and fight the Boers! THE BAWD: Listen to who’s talking! Hasn’tthe soldier a right to go with his girl? He gave him the coward’s blow. (They grab at each other’s hair, claw ateach other and spit.) THE RETRIEVER: (Barking.) Wow wow wow. BLOOM: (Shoves them back, loudly.) Get back,stand back! PRIVATE COMPTON: (Tugging his comrade.) Here.Bugger off, Harry. Here’s the cops! (Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in the group.) FIRST WATCH: What’s wrong here? PRIVATE COMPTON: We were with this lady. Andhe 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.) Leavehim 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. Constable, take his regimental number. SECOND WATCH: I don’t want your instructionsin the discharge of my duty. PRIVATE COMPTON: (Pulling his comrade.) Here,bugger off Harry. Or Bennett’ll shove you in the lockup. PRIVATE CARR: (Staggering as he is pulledaway.) God fuck old Bennett. He’s a whitearsed bugger. I don’t give a shit for him. FIRST WATCH: (Takes out his notebook.) What’shis name? BLOOM: (Peering over the crowd.) I just seea car there. If you give me a hand a second, sergeant... FIRST WATCH: Name and address. (Corny Kelleher, weepers round his hat, adeath wreath in his hand, appears among the bystanders.) BLOOM: (Quickly.) O, the very man! (He whispers.)Simon Dedalus’ son. A bit sprung. Get those policemen to move those loafers back. SECOND WATCH: Night, Mr Kelleher. CORNY KELLEHER: (To the watch, with drawlingeye.) That’s all right. I know him. Won a bit on the races. Gold cup. Throwaway. (Helaughs.) Twenty to one. Do you follow me? FIRST WATCH: (Turns to the crowd.) Here, whatare you all gaping at? Move on out of that. (The crowd disperses slowly, muttering, downthe lane.) CORNY KELLEHER: Leave it to me, sergeant.That’ll be all right. (He laughs, shaking his head.) We were often as bad ourselves,ay or worse. What? Eh, what? FIRST WATCH: (Laughs.) I suppose so. CORNY KELLEHER: (Nudges the second watch.)Come and wipe your name off the slate. (He lilts, wagging his head.) With my tooraloomtooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. What, eh, do you follow me? SECOND WATCH: (Genially.) Ah, sure we weretoo. CORNY KELLEHER: (Winking.) Boys will be boys.I’ve a car round there. SECOND WATCH: All right, Mr Kelleher. Goodnight. CORNY KELLEHER: I’ll see to that. BLOOM: (Shakes hands with both of the watchin turn.) Thank you very much, gentlemen. Thank you. (He mumbles confidentially.) Wedon’t want any scandal, you understand. Father is a wellknown highly respected citizen.Just a little wild oats, you understand. FIRST WATCH: O. I understand, sir. SECOND WATCH: That’s all right, sir. FIRST WATCH: It was only in case of corporalinjuries 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 night, men. THE WATCH: (Saluting together.) Night, gentlemen.(They move off with slow heavy tread.) BLOOM: (Blows.) Providential you came on thescene. You have a car?... CORNY KELLEHER: (Laughs, pointing his thumbover his right shoulder to the car brought up against the scaffolding.) Two commercialsthat were standing fizz in Jammet’s. Like princes, faith. One of them lost two quidon the race. Drowning his grief. And were on for a go with the jolly girls. So I landedthem up on Behan’s car and down to nighttown. BLOOM: I was just going home by Gardiner streetwhen I happened to... CORNY KELLEHER: (Laughs.) Sure they wantedme to join in with the mots. No, by God, says 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 house,what, eh, do you follow me? Hah, hah, hah! BLOOM: (Tries to laugh.) He, he, he! Yes.Matter of fact I was just visiting an old friend of mine there, Virag, you don’t knowhim (poor fellow, he’s laid up for the past week) and we had a liquor together and I wasjust making my way home... (The horse neighs.) THE HORSE: Hohohohohohoh! Hohohohome! CORNY KELLEHER: Sure it was Behan our jarveythere that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen’s and I told him to pull upand got off to see. (He laughs.) Sober hearsedrivers a speciality. Will I give him a lift home?Where does he hang out? Somewhere in Cabra, what? BLOOM: No, in Sandycove, I believe, from whathe let drop. (Stephen, prone, breathes to the stars. CornyKelleher, asquint, drawls at the horse. Bloom, in gloom, looms down.) CORNY KELLEHER: (Scratches his nape.) Sandycove!(He bends down and calls to Stephen.) Eh! (He calls again.) Eh! He’s covered withshavings anyhow. Take care they didn’t lift anything off him. BLOOM: No, no, no. I have his money and hishat here and stick. CORNY KELLEHER: Ah, well, he’ll get overit. No bones broken. Well, I’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 takehim along in a few... (Corny Kelleher returns to the outside carand mounts it. The horse harness jingles.) CORNY KELLEHER: (From the car, standing.)Night. BLOOM: Night. (The jarvey chucks the reins and raises hiswhip encouragingly. The car and horse back slowly, awkwardly, and turn. Corny Kelleheron the sideseat sways his head to and fro in sign of mirth at Bloom’s plight. Thejarvey joins in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the farther seat. Bloom shakeshis head in mute mirthful reply. With thumb and palm Corny Kelleher reassures that thetwo bobbies will allow the sleep to continue for what else is to be done. With a slow nodBloom conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what Stephen needs. The car jingles tooraloomround 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 hoofsand jingling harness grow fainter with their tooralooloo looloo lay. Bloom, holding inhis hand Stephen’s hat, festooned with shavings, and ashplant, stands irresolute. Then he bendsto him and shakes him by the shoulder.) BLOOM: Eh! Ho! (There is no answer; he bendsagain.) Mr Dedalus! (There is no answer.) The name if you call. Somnambulist. (He bendsagain and, hesitating, brings 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 himself, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels.) Who... drive... Fergus nowAnd pierce... wood’s woven shade?... (He turns on his left side, sighing, doublinghimself together.) BLOOM: Poetry. Well educated. Pity. (He bendsagain and undoes the buttons of Stephen’s waistcoat.) To breathe. (He brushes the woodshavingsfrom 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 arms, sighs again andcurls his body. Bloom, holding the hat and ashplant, stands erect. A dog barks in thedistance. Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the ashplant. He looks down on Stephen’sface and form.) BLOOM: (Communes with the night.) Face remindsme of his poor mother. In the shady wood. The deep white breast. Ferguson, I think Icaught. A girl. Some girl. Best thing could happen him. (He murmurs.)... swear that Iwill always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts... (He murmurs.)...in the rough sands of the sea... a cabletow’s length from the shore... where the tide ebbs...and flows ... (Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands on guard,his fingers at his lips in the attitude of secret master. Against the dark wall a figureappears slowly, a fairy boy of eleven, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in an Eton suit with glassshoes and a little bronze helmet, holding a book in his hand. He reads from right toleft inaudibly, smiling, kissing the page.) BLOOM: (Wonderstruck, calls inaudibly.) Rudy! RUDY: (Gazes, unseeing, into Bloom’s eyesand goes on reading, kissing, smiling. He has a delicate mauve face. On his suit hehas diamond and ruby buttons. In his free left hand he holds a slim ivory cane witha violet bowknot. A white lambkin peeps out of his waistcoat pocket.) — III — [ 16 ]Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of the shavings and handedStephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashionwhich he very badly needed. His (Stephen’s) mind was not exactly what you would call wanderingbut a bit unsteady and on his expressed desire for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom in viewof the hour it was and there being no pump of Vartry water available for their ablutionslet alone drinking purposes hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the reel, the proprietyof the cabman’s shelter, as it was called, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridgewhere 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 inasmuchas the duty plainly devolved upon him to take some measures on the subject he pondered suitableways and means during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. So far as he could see he was ratherpale in the face so that it occurred to him as highly advisable to get a conveyance ofsome description which would answer in their then condition, both of them being e.d.ed,particularly Stephen, always assuming that there was such a thing to be found. Accordinglyafter a few such preliminaries as brushing, in spite of his having forgotten to take uphis rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had done yeoman service in the shaving line,they both walked together along Beaver street or, more properly, lane as far as the farrier’sand the distinctly fetid atmosphere of the livery stables at the corner of Montgomerystreet where they made tracks to the left from thence debouching into Amiens streetround by the corner of Dan Bergin’s. But as he confidently anticipated there was nota sign of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be seen except a fourwheeler, probablyengaged by some fellows inside on the spree, outside the North Star hotel and there wasno symptom of its budging a quarter of an inch when Mr Bloom, who was anything but aprofessional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of a whistle, holdinghis arms arched over his head, twice. This was a quandary but, bringing common senseto bear on it, evidently there was nothing for it but put a good face on the matter andfoot it which they accordingly did. So, bevelling around by Mullett’s and the Signal Housewhich they shortly reached, they proceeded perforce in the direction of Amiens streetrailway terminus, Mr Bloom being handicapped by the circumstance that one of the back buttonsof his trousers had, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way of all buttons though,entering thoroughly into the spirit of the thing, he heroically made light of the mischance.So as neither of them were particularly pressed for time, as it happened, and the temperaturerefreshing since it cleared up after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they danderedalong past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a fare or a jarvey. As itso happened a Dublin United Tramways Company’s sandstrewer happened to be returning and theelder man recounted to his companion à propos of the incident his own truly miraculous escapeof some little while back. They passed the main entrance of the Great Northern railwaystation, the starting point for Belfast, where of course all traffic was suspended at thatlate hour and passing the backdoor of the morgue (a not very enticing locality, notto say gruesome to a degree, more especially at night) ultimately gained the Dock Tavernand in due course turned into Store street, famous for its C division police station.Between this point and the high at present unlit warehouses of Beresford place Stephenthought to think of Ibsen, associated with Baird’s the stonecutter’s in his mindsomehow in Talbot place, first turning on the right, while the other who was actingas his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke’scity bakery, situated quite close to where they were, the very palatable odour indeedof our daily bread, of all commodities of the public the primary and most indispensable.Bread, the staff of life, earn your bread, O tell me where is fancy bread, at Rourke’sthe baker’s it is said. En route to his taciturn and, not to put toofine a point on it, not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom who at all events was incomplete possession of his faculties, never more so, in fact disgustingly sober, spokea word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which,barely permissible once in a while though not as a habitual practice, was of the natureof a regular deathtrap for young fellows of his age particularly if they had acquireddrinking habits under the influence of liquor unless you knew a little jiujitsu for everycontingency as even a fellow on the broad of his back could administer a nasty kickif you didn’t look out. Highly providential was the appearance on the scene of Corny Kelleherwhen Stephen was blissfully unconscious but for that man in the gap turning up at theeleventh hour the finis might have been that he might have been a candidate for the accidentward or, failing that, the bridewell and an appearance in the court next day before MrTobias or, he being the solicitor rather, old Wall, he meant to say, or Mahony whichsimply spelt ruin for a chap when it got bruited about. The reason he mentioned the fact wasthat a lot of those policemen, whom he cordially disliked, were admittedly unscrupulous inthe service of the Crown and, as Mr Bloom put it, recalling a case or two in the A divisionin Clanbrassil street, prepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. Never on thespot when wanted but in quiet parts of the city, Pembroke road for example, the guardiansof the law were well in evidence, the obvious reason being they were paid to protect theupper classes. Another thing he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms orsidearms of any description liable to go off at any time which was tantamount to incitingthem against civilians should by any chance they fall out over anything. You fritteredaway your time, he very sensibly maintained, and health and also character besides which,the squandermania of the thing, fast women of the demimonde ran away with a lot of £. s.d. into the bargain and the greatest danger of all was who you got drunk with though,touching the much vexed question of stimulants, he relished a glass of choice old wine inseason as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues (notably agood burgundy which he was a staunch believer in) still never beyond a certain point wherehe invariably drew the line as it simply led to trouble all round to say nothing of yourbeing at the tender mercy of others practically. Most of all he commented adversely on thedesertion of Stephen by all his pubhunting confrères but one, a most glaring piece ofratting on the part of his brother medicos under all the circs. —And that one was Judas, Stephen said, whoup to then had said nothing whatsoever of any kind. Discussing these and kindred topics they madea beeline across the back of the Customhouse and passed under the Loop Line bridge wherea brazier of coke burning in front of a sentrybox or something like one attracted their ratherlagging footsteps. Stephen of his own accord stopped for no special reason to look at theheap of barren cobblestones and by the light emanating from the brazier he could just makeout the darker figure of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the sentrybox. He beganto remember that this had happened or had been mentioned as having happened before butit cost him no small effort before he remembered that he recognised in the sentry a quondamfriend of his father’s, Gumley. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the pillars ofthe railway bridge. —Someone saluted you, Mr Bloom said. A figure of middle height on the prowl evidentlyunder the arches saluted again, calling: —Night! Stephen of course started rather dizzily andstopped to return the compliment. Mr Bloom actuated by motives of inherent delicacy inasmuchas he always believed in minding his own business moved off but nevertheless remained on thequi vive with just a shade of anxiety though not funkyish in the least. Though unusualin the Dublin area he knew that it was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who hadnext to nothing to live on to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestriansby placing a pistol at their head in some secluded spot outside the city proper, famishedloiterers of the Thames embankment category they might be hanging about there or simplymarauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell swoop at a moment’snotice, your money or your life, leaving you there to point a moral, gagged and garrotted. Stephen, that is when the accosting figurecame to close quarters, though he was not in an over sober state himself recognisedCorley’s breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Lord John Corley some called him and his genealogycame about in this wise. He was the eldest son of inspector Corley of the G division,lately deceased, who had married a certain Katherine Brophy, the daughter of a Louthfarmer. His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of New Ross had married the widow of a publicanthere 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 mansion, reallyan unquestionably fine residence of its kind and well worth seeing, her mother or auntor some relative, a woman, as the tale went, of extreme beauty, had enjoyed the distinctionof being in service in the washkitchen. This therefore was the reason why the still comparativelyyoung though dissolute man who now addressed Stephen was spoken of by some with facetiousproclivities as Lord John Corley. Taking Stephen on one side he had the customarydoleful ditty to tell. Not as much as a farthing to purchase a night’s lodgings. His friendshad all deserted him. Furthermore he had a row with Lenehan and called him to Stephena mean bloody swab with a sprinkling of a number of other uncalledfor expressions. Hewas out of a job and implored of Stephen to tell him where on God’s earth he could getsomething, anything at all, to do. No, it was the daughter of the mother in the washkitchenthat was fostersister to the heir of the house or else they were connected through the motherin some way, both occurrences happening at the same time if the whole thing wasn’ta complete fabrication from start to finish. Anyhow he was all in. —I wouldn’t ask you only, pursued he,on my solemn oath and God knows I’m on the rocks. —There’ll be a job tomorrow or next day,Stephen told him, in a boys’ school at Dalkey for a gentleman usher. Mr Garrett Deasy. Tryit. You may mention my name. —Ah, God, Corley replied, sure I couldn’tteach in a school, man. I was never one of your bright ones, he added with a half laugh.I got stuck twice in the junior at the christian brothers. —I have no place to sleep myself, Stepheninformed him. Corley at the first go-off was inclined tosuspect it was something to do with Stephen being fired out of his digs for bringing ina bloody tart off the street. There was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, Mrs Maloney’s,but it was only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but M’Conachie told him yougot a decent enough do in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern street (which was distantlysuggestive to the person addressed of friar Bacon) for a bob. He was starving too thoughhe hadn’t said a word about it. Though this sort of thing went on every othernight or very near it still Stephen’s feelings got the better of him in a sense though heknew that Corley’s brandnew rigmarole on a par with the others was hardly deservingof much credence. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the Latinpoet remarks especially as luck would have it he got paid his screw after every middleof the month on the sixteenth which was the date of the month as a matter of fact thougha good bit of the wherewithal was demolished. But the cream of the joke was nothing wouldget it out of Corley’s head that he was living in affluence and hadn’t a thing todo but hand out the needful. Whereas. He put his hand in a pocket anyhow not with the ideaof finding any food there but thinking he might lend him anything up to a bob or soin lieu so that he might endeavour at all events and get sufficient to eat but the resultwas in the negative for, to his chagrin, he found his cash missing. A few broken biscuitswere all the result of his investigation. He tried his hardest to recollect for themoment whether he had lost as well he might have or left because in that contingency itwas not a pleasant lookout, very much the reverse in fact. He was altogether too faggedout to institute a thorough search though he tried to recollect. About biscuits he dimlyremembered. Who now exactly gave them he wondered or where was or did he buy. However in anotherpocket he came across what he surmised in the dark were pennies, erroneously however,as it turned out. —Those are halfcrowns, man, Corley correctedhim. And so in point of fact they turned out tobe. Stephen anyhow lent him one of them. —Thanks, Corley answered, you’re a gentleman.I’ll pay you back one time. Who’s that with you? I saw him a few times in the BleedingHorse in Camden street with Boylan, the billsticker. You might put in a good word for us to getme taken on there. I’d carry a sandwichboard only the girl in the office told me they’refull up for the next three weeks, man. God, you’ve to book ahead, man, you’d thinkit was for the Carl Rosa. I don’t give a shite anyway so long as I get a job, evenas a crossing sweeper. Subsequently being not quite so down in themouth after the two and six he got he informed Stephen about a fellow by the name of BagsComisky that he said Stephen knew well out of Fullam’s, the shipchandler’s, bookkeeperthere that used to be often round in Nagle’s back with O’Mara and a little chap witha stutter the name of Tighe. Anyhow he was lagged the night before last and fined tenbob for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go with the constable. Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging aboutin the vicinity of the cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of the corporationwatchman’s sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, it struck him, was having a quietforty 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 immaculatelyattired interlocutor as if he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other though where hewas not in a position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. Being alevelheaded individual who could give points to not a few in point of shrewd observationhe also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifyingto a chronic impecuniosity. Palpably he was one of his hangerson but for the matter ofthat it was merely a question of one preying on his nextdoor neighbour all round, in everydeep, so to put it, a deeper depth and for the matter of that if the man in the streetchanced to be in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the option of a fine wouldbe a very rara avis altogether. In any case he had a consummate amount of cool assuranceintercepting people at that hour of the night or morning. Pretty thick that was certainly. The pair parted company and Stephen rejoinedMr Bloom who, with his practised eye, was not without perceiving that he had succumbedto the blandiloquence of the other parasite. Alluding to the encounter he said, laughingly,Stephen, that is: —He is down on his luck. He asked me toask you to ask somebody named Boylan, a billsticker, to give him a job as a sandwichman. At this intelligence, in which he seeminglyevinced little interest, Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the space of a half a second or so inthe direction of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the farfamed name of Eblana, moored alongsideCustomhouse quay and quite possibly out of repair, whereupon he observed evasively: —Everybody gets their own ration of luck,they say. Now you mention it his face was familiar to me. But, leaving that for themoment, how much did you part with, he queried, if I am not too inquisitive? —Half a crown, Stephen responded. I daresayhe needs it to sleep somewhere. —Needs! Mr Bloom ejaculated, professingnot the least surprise at the intelligence, I can quite credit the assertion and I guaranteehe invariably does. Everyone according to his needs or everyone according to his deeds.But, talking about things in general, where, added he with a smile, will you sleep yourself?Walking to Sandycove is out of the question. And even supposing you did you won’t getin after what occurred at Westland Row station. Simply fag out there for nothing. I don’tmean to presume to dictate to you in the slightest degree but why did you leave your father’shouse? —To seek misfortune, was Stephen’s answer. —I met your respected father on a recentoccasion, Mr Bloom diplomatically returned, today in fact, or to be strictly accurate,on yesterday. Where does he live at present? I gathered in the course of conversation thathe had moved. —I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephenanswered unconcernedly. Why? —A gifted man, Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalussenior, in more respects than one and a born raconteur if ever there was one. He takesgreat pride, quite legitimate, out of you. You could go back perhaps, he hasarded, stillthinking of the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row terminus when it was perfectly evidentthat the other two, Mulligan, that is, and that English tourist friend of his, who eventuallyeuchred their third companion, were patently trying as if the whole bally station belongedto them to give Stephen the slip in the confusion, which they did. There was no response forthcoming to the suggestionhowever, such as it was, Stephen’s mind’s eye being too busily engaged in repicturinghis family hearth the last time he saw it with his sister Dilly sitting by the ingle,her hair hanging down, waiting for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was in the sootcoatedkettle to be done so that she and he could drink it with the oatmealwater for milk afterthe Friday herrings they had eaten at two a penny with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boodyand Katey, the cat meanwhile under the mangle devouring a mess of eggshells and charredfish heads and bones on a square of brown paper, in accordance with the third preceptof the church to fast and abstain on the days commanded, it being quarter tense or if not,ember days or something like that. —No, Mr Bloom repeated again, I wouldn’tpersonally repose much trust in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorouselement, Dr Mulligan, as a guide, philosopher and friend if I were in your shoes. He knowswhich side his bread is buttered on though in all probability he never realised whatit is to be without regular meals. Of course you didn’t notice as much as I did. Butit wouldn’t occasion me the least surprise to learn that a pinch of tobacco or some narcoticwas put in your drink for some ulterior object. He understood however from all he heard thatDr Mulligan was a versatile allround man, by no means confined to medicine only, whowas rapidly coming to the fore in his line and, if the report was verified, bade fairto enjoy a flourishing practice in the not too distant future as a tony medical practitionerdrawing a handsome fee for his services in addition to which professional status hisrescue of that man from certain drowning by artificial respiration and what they callfirst aid at Skerries, or Malahide was it?, was, he was bound to admit, an exceedinglyplucky deed which he could not too highly praise, so that frankly he was utterly ata loss to fathom what earthly reason could be at the back of it except he put it downto sheer cussedness or jealousy, pure and simple. —Except it simply amounts to one thing andhe is what they call picking your brains, he ventured to throw out. The guarded glance of half solicitude halfcuriosity augmented by friendliness which he gave at Stephen’s at present morose expressionof features did not throw a flood of light, none at all in fact on the problem as to whetherhe had let himself be badly bamboozled to judge by two or three lowspirited remarkshe let drop or the other way about saw through the affair and for some reason or other bestknown to himself allowed matters to more or less. Grinding poverty did have that effectand he more than conjectured that, high educational abilities though he possessed, he experiencedno little difficulty in making both ends meet. Adjacent to the men’s public urinal theyperceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably Italians in heated altercationwere getting rid of voluble expressions in their vivacious language in a particularlyanimated way, there being some little differences between the parties. —Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini!Ho ragione? Culo rotto! —Intendiamoci. Mezzo sovrano più... —Dice lui, però! —Mezzo. —Farabutto! Mortacci sui! —Ma ascolta! Cinque la testa più... Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman’sshelter, an unpretentious wooden structure, where, prior to then, he had rarely if everbeen before, the former having previously whispered to the latter a few hints anentthe keeper of it said to be the once famous Skin-the-Goat Fitzharris, the invincible,though he could not vouch for the actual facts which quite possibly there was not one vestigeof truth in. A few moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corneronly to be greeted by stares from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and straysand other nondescript specimens of the genus homo already there engaged in eating and drinkingdiversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity. —Now touching a cup of coffee, Mr Bloomventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it occurs to me you ought to sample somethingin the shape of solid food, say, a roll of some description. Accordingly his first act was with characteristicsangfroid to order these commodities quietly. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores orwhatever they were after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied,away though one redbearded bibulous individual, portion of whose hair was greyish, a sailorprobably, still stared for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attentionto the floor. Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech, he having just abowing acquaintance with the language in dispute, though, to be sure, rather in a quandary overvoglio, remarked to his protégé in an audible tone of voice à propos of the battle royalin the street which was still raging fast and furious: —A beautiful language. I mean for singingpurposes. Why do you not write your poetry in that language? Bella Poetria! It is somelodious and full. Belladonna. Voglio. Stephen, who was trying his dead best to yawnif he could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: —To fill the ear of a cow elephant. Theywere haggling over money. —Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course,he subjoined pensively, at the inward reflection of there being more languages to start withthan were absolutely necessary, it may be only the southern glamour that surrounds it. The keeper of the shelter in the middle ofthis tête-à-tête put a boiling swimming cup of a choice concoction labelled coffeeon the table and a rather antediluvian specimen of a bun, or so it seemed. After which hebeat a retreat to his counter, Mr Bloom determining to have a good square look at him later onso as not to appear to. For which reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his eyeswhile he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the cup of what was temporarily supposedto be called coffee gradually nearer him. —Sounds are impostures, Stephen said aftera pause of some little time, like names. Cicero, Podmore, Napoleon, Mr Goodbody. Jesus, MrDoyle. Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. What’s in a name? —Yes, to be sure, Mr Bloom unaffectedlyconcurred. Of course. Our name was changed too, he added, pushing the socalled roll across. The redbearded sailor who had his weathereye on the newcomers boarded Stephen, whom 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 touchedhis companion’s boot but Stephen, apparently disregarding the warm pressure from an unexpectedquarter, answered: —Dedalus. The sailor stared at him heavily from a pairof drowsy baggy eyes, rather bunged up from excessive use of boose, preferably good oldHollands and water. —You know Simon Dedalus? he asked at length. —I’ve heard of him, Stephen said. Mr Bloom was all at sea for a moment, seeingthe others evidently eavesdropping too. —He’s Irish, the seaman bold affirmed,staring still in much the same way and nodding. All Irish. —All too Irish, Stephen rejoined. As for Mr Bloom he could neither make heador tail of the whole business and he was just asking himself what possible connection whenthe sailor of his own accord turned to the other occupants of the shelter with the remark: —I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottlesat fifty yards over his shoulder. The lefthand dead shot. Though he was slightly hampered by an occasionalstammer and his gestures being also clumsy as it was still he did his best to explain. —Bottles out there, say. Fifty yards measured.Eggs on the bottles. Cocks his gun over his shoulder. Aims. He turned his body half round, shut up hisright eye completely. Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared outinto the night with an unprepossessing cast of countenance. —Pom! he then shouted once. The entire audience waited, anticipating anadditional detonation, there being still a further egg. —Pom! he shouted twice. Egg two evidently demolished, he nodded andwinked, adding 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 theBisley. —Beg pardon, the sailor said. —Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued without flinchinga hairsbreadth. —Why, the sailor replied, relaxing to acertain extent under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond, it might be a matterof ten years. He toured the wide world with Hengler’s Royal Circus. I seen him do thatin Stockholm. —Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom confidedto Stephen unobtrusively. —Murphy’s my name, the sailor continued.D. B. Murphy of Carrigaloe. Know where that is? —Queenstown harbour, Stephen replied. —That’s right, the sailor said. Fort Camdenand Fort Carlisle. That’s where I hails from. I belongs there. That’s where I hailsfrom. My little woman’s down there. She’s waiting for me, I know. For England, homeand beauty. She’s my own true wife I haven’t seen for seven years now, sailing about. Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent onthis scene, the homecoming to the mariner’s roadside shieling after having diddled DavyJones, a rainy night with a blind moon. Across the world for a wife. Quite a number of storiesthere were on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle anddoes anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O’Leary, a favourite and most trying declamation pieceby the way of poor John Casey and a bit of perfect poetry in its own small way. Neverabout the runaway wife coming back, however much devoted to the absentee. The face atthe window! Judge of his astonishment when he finally did breast the tape and the awfultruth dawned upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his affections. You little expectedme but I’ve come to stay and make a fresh start. There she sits, a grasswidow, at theselfsame fireside. Believes me dead, rocked in the cradle of the deep. And there sitsuncle Chubb or Tomkin, as the case might be, the publican of the Crown and Anchor, in shirtsleeves,eating rumpsteak and onions. No chair for father. Broo! The wind! Her brandnew arrivalis on her knee, post mortem child. With a high ro! and a randy ro! and my gallopingtearing tandy, O! Bow to the inevitable. Grin and bear it. I remain with much love yourbrokenhearted husband W. B. Murphy. The sailor, who scarcely seemed to be a Dublinresident, turned to one of the jarvies with the request: —You don’t happen to have such a thingas a spare chaw about you? The jarvey addressed as it happened had notbut the keeper took a die of plug from his good jacket hanging on a nail and the desiredobject was passed from hand to hand. —Thank you, the sailor said. He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewingand with some slow stammers, proceeded: —We come up this morning eleven o’clock.The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks. I shipped to get over. Paid off thisafternoon. There’s my discharge. See? D. B. Murphy. A. B. S. In confirmation of which statement he extricatedfrom an inside pocket and handed to his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded document. —You must have seen a fair share of theworld, the keeper remarked, leaning on the counter. —Why, the sailor answered upon reflectionupon it, I’ve circumnavigated a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red Sea. Iwas in China and North America and South America. We was chased by pirates one voyage. I seenicebergs plenty, growlers. I was in Stockholm and the Black Sea, the Dardanelles under CaptainDalton, the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. Gospodi pomilyou. That’show the Russians prays. —You seen queer sights, don’t be talking,put in a jarvey. —Why, the sailor said, shifting his partiallychewed plug. I seen queer things too, ups and downs. I seen a crocodile bite the flukeof an anchor same as I chew that quid. He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and,lodging it between his teeth, bit ferociously: —Khaan! Like that. And I seen maneatersin Peru that eats corpses and the livers of horses. Look here. Here they are. A friendof mine sent me. He fumbled out a picture postcard from hisinside pocket which seemed to be in its way a species of repository and pushed it alongthe table. The printed matter on it stated: Choza de Indios. Beni, Bolivia. All focussed their attention at the sceneexhibited, a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling,frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants (there must have been quite a score of them)outside some primitive shanties of osier. —Chews coca all day, the communicative tarpaulinadded. Stomachs like breadgraters. Cuts off their diddies when they can’t bear no morechildren. See them sitting there stark ballocknakedeating a dead horse’s liver raw. His postcard proved a centre of attractionfor Messrs the greenhorns for several minutes if not more. —Know how to keep them off? he inquiredgenerally. Nobody volunteering a statement he winked,saying: —Glass. That boggles ’em. Glass. Mr Bloom, without evincing surprise, unostentatiouslyturned over the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark. It ran asfollows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. There wasno message evidently, as he took particular notice. Though not an implicit believer inthe lurid story narrated (or the eggsniping transaction for that matter despite WilliamTell and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which occasionthe former’s ball passed through the latter’s hat) having detected a discrepancy betweenhis name (assuming he was the person he represented himself to be and not sailing under falsecolours after having boxed the compass on the strict q.t. somewhere) and the fictitiousaddressee of the missive which made him nourish some suspicions of our friend’s bona fidesnevertheless it reminded him in a way of a longcherished plan he meant to one day realisesome Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to say that he hadever travelled extensively to any great extent but he was at heart a born adventurer thoughby a trick of fate he had consistently remained a landlubber except you call going to Holyheadwhich was his longest. Martin Cunningham frequently said he would work a pass through Egan butsome deuced hitch or other eternally cropped up with the net result that the scheme fellthrough. But even suppose it did come to planking down the needful and breaking Boyd’s heartit was not so dear, purse permitting, a few guineas at the outside considering the fareto Mullingar where he figured on going was five and six, there and back. The trip wouldbenefit health on account of the bracing ozone and be in every way thoroughly pleasurable,especially for a chap whose liver was out of order, seeing the different places alongthe route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on culminating in an instructive tourof the sights of the great metropolis, the spectacle of our modern Babylon where doubtlesshe would see the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintancewith. Another thing just struck him as a by no means bad notion was he might have a gazearound on the spot to see about trying to make arrangements about a concert tour ofsummer music embracing the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate with mixed bathingand firstrate hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on, beautifulBournemouth, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which might prove highly remunerative.Not, of course, with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the job, witnessMrs C P M’Coy type lend me your valise and I’ll post you the ticket. No, somethingtop notch, an all star Irish caste, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his own legal consortas leading lady as a sort of counterblast to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners, perfectlysimple matter and he was quite sanguine of success, providing puffs in the local paperscould be managed by some fellow with a bit of bounce who could pull the indispensablewires and thus combine business with pleasure. But who? That was the rub. Also, without being actually positive, itstruck him a great field was to be opened up in the line of opening up new routes tokeep pace with the times apropos of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, it was mooted, was once moreon the tapis in the circumlocution departments with the usual quantity of red tape and dillydallyingof effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. A great opportunity there certainly was forpush and enterprise to meet the travelling needs of the public at large, the averageman, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. It was a subject of regret and absurd as wellon the face of it and no small blame to our vaunted society that the man in the street,when the system really needed toning up, for the matter of a couple of paltry pounds wasdebarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead of being always and evercooped up since my old stick-in-the-mud took me for a wife. After all, hang it, they hadtheir eleven and more humdrum months of it and merited a radical change of venue afterthe grind of city life in the summertime for choice when dame Nature is at her spectacularbest constituting nothing short of a new lease of life. There were equally excellent opportunitiesfor vacationists in the home island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering aplethora of attractions as well as a bracing tonic for the system in and around Dublinand its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which there was a steamtram, but also fartheraway from the madding crowd in Wicklow, rightly termed the garden of Ireland, an ideal neighbourhoodfor elderly wheelmen so long as it didn’t come down, and in the wilds of Donegal whereif report spoke true the coup d’œil was exceedingly grand though the lastnamed localitywas not easily getatable so that the influx of visitors was not as yet all that it mightbe considering the signal benefits to be derived from it while Howth with its historic associationsand otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O’Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feetabove sealevel was a favourite haunt with all sorts and conditions of men especiallyin the spring when young men’s fancy, though it had its own toll of deaths by falling offthe cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the way, on their left leg, it being onlyabout three quarters of an hour’s run from the pillar. Because of course uptodate touristtravelling was as yet merely in its infancy, so to speak, and the accommodation left muchto be desired. Interesting to fathom it seemed to him from a motive of curiosity, pure andsimple, was whether it was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the twosides in fact. He turned back the other side of the card, picture, and passed it alongto Stephen. —I seen a Chinese one time, related thedoughty narrator, that had little pills like putty and he put them in the water and theyopened and every pill was something different. One was a ship, another was a house, anotherwas a flower. Cooks rats in your soup, he appetisingly added, the chinks does. Possibly perceiving an expression of dubiosityon their faces the globetrotter went on, adhering to his adventures. —And I seen a man killed in Trieste by anItalian chap. Knife in his back. Knife like that. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslookingclaspknife quite in keeping with his character and held it in the striking position. —In a knockingshop it was count of a tryonbetween two smugglers. Fellow hid behind a door, come up behind him. Like that. Prepareto meet your God, says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kindof defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to. —That’s a good bit of steel, repeatedhe, examining his formidable stiletto. After which harrowing dénouement sufficientto appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question awayas before in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket. —They’re great for the cold steel, somebodywho was evidently quite in the dark said for the benefit of them all. That was why theythought the park murders of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of themusing knives. At this remark passed obviously in the spiritof where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen, each in his own particular way, both instinctivelyexchanged meaning glances, in a religious silence of the strictly entre nous varietyhowever, towards where Skin-the-Goat, alias the keeper, not turning a hair, was drawingspurts of liquid from his boiler affair. His inscrutable face which was really a work ofart, a perfect study in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression thathe didn’t understand one jot of what was going on. Funny, very! There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. Oneman was reading in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the cardwith the natives choza de, another the seaman’s discharge. Mr Bloom, so far as he was personallyconcerned, was just pondering in pensive mood. He vividly recollected when the occurrencealluded to took place as well as yesterday, roughly some score of years previously inthe days of the land troubles, when it took the civilised world by storm, figurativelyspeaking, early in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when he was just turned fifteen. —Ay, boss, the sailor broke in. Give usback them papers. The request being complied with he clawedthem up with a scrape. —Have you seen the rock of Gibraltar? MrBloom inquired. The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a way thatmight be read as yes, ay or no. —Ah, you’ve touched there too, Mr Bloomsaid, Europa point, thinking he had, in the hope that the rover might possibly by somereminiscences but he failed to do so, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the sawdust,and 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 awhilehungrily before answering: —I’m tired of all them rocks in the sea,he said, and boats and ships. Salt junk all the time. Tired seemingly, he ceased. His questionerperceiving that he was not likely to get a great deal of change out of such a wily oldcustomer, fell to woolgathering on the enormous dimensions of the water about the globe, sufficeit to say that, as a casual glance at the map revealed, it covered fully three fourthsof it and he fully realised accordingly what it meant to rule the waves. On more than oneoccasion, a dozen at the lowest, near the North Bull at Dollymount he had remarked asuperannuated old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the not particularlyredolent sea on the wall, staring quite obliviously at it and it at him, dreaming of fresh woodsand pastures new as someone somewhere sings. And it left him wondering why. Possibly hehad tried to find out the secret for himself, floundering up and down the antipodes andall that sort of thing and over and under, well, not exactly under, tempting the fates.And the odds were twenty to nil there was really no secret about it at all. Nevertheless,without going into the minutiae of the business, the eloquent fact remained that the sea wasthere in all its glory and in the natural course of things somebody or other had tosail on it and fly in the face of providence though it merely went to show how people usuallycontrived to load that sort of onus on to the other fellow like the hell idea and thelottery and insurance which were run on identically the same lines so that for that very reasonif no other lifeboat Sunday was a highly laudable institution to which the public at large,no matter where living inland or seaside, as the case might be, having it brought hometo them like that should extend its gratitude also to the harbourmasters and coastguardservice who had to man the rigging and push off and out amid the elements whatever theseason when duty called Ireland expects that every man and so on and sometimes had a terribletime of it in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, liableto capsize at any moment, rounding which he once with his daughter had experienced someremarkably choppy, not to say stormy, weather. —There was a fellow sailed with me in theRover, the old seadog, himself a rover, proceeded, went ashore and took up a soft job as gentleman’svalet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I’ve on me and he gave me an oilskin andthat jackknife. I’m game for that job, shaving and brushup. I hate roaming about. There’smy son now, Danny, run off to sea and his mother got him took in a draper’s in Corkwhere he could be drawing easy money. —What age is he? queried one hearer who,by the way, seen from the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the townclerk,away from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course and in a seedy getup and a strongsuspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage. —Why, the sailor answered with a slow puzzledutterance, my son, Danny? He’d be about eighteen now, way I figure it. The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open hisgrey or unclean anyhow shirt with his two hands and scratched away at his chest on whichwas to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor. —There was lice in that bunk in Bridgwater,he remarked, sure as nuts. I must get a wash tomorrow or next day. It’s them black ladsI objects to. I hate those buggers. Suck your blood dry, they does. Seeing they were all looking at his chesthe accommodatingly dragged his shirt more open so that on top of the timehonoured symbolof the mariner’s hope and rest they had a full view of the figure 16 and a young man’ssideface looking frowningly rather. —Tattoo, the exhibitor explained. That wasdone when we were lying becalmed off Odessa in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton. Fellow,the name of Antonio, done that. There he is himself, a Greek. —Did it hurt much doing it? one asked thesailor. That worthy, however, was busily engaged incollecting round the. Someway in his. Squeezing or. —See here, he said, showing Antonio. Therehe is cursing the mate. And there he is now, he added, the same fellow, pulling the skinwith his fingers, some special knack evidently, and he laughing at a yarn. And in point of fact the young man named Antonio’slivid face did actually look like forced smiling and the curious effect excited the unreservedadmiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, who this time stretched over. —Ay, ay, sighed the sailor, looking downon his manly chest. He’s gone too. Ate by sharks after. Ay, ay. He let go of the skin so that the profileresumed the normal expression of before. —Neat bit of work, one longshoreman said. —And what’s the number for? loafer numbertwo queried. —Eaten alive? a third asked the sailor. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter personage,more cheerily this time with some sort of a half smile for a brief duration only inthe direction of the questioner about the number. Ate. A Greek he was. And then he added with rather gallowsbirdhumour considering his alleged end: —As bad as old Antonio,For he left me on my ownio. The face of a streetwalker glazed and haggardunder a black straw hat peered askew round the door of the shelter palpably reconnoitringon her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill. Mr Bloom, scarcely knowingwhich way to look, turned away on the moment flusterfied but outwardly calm, and, pickingup from the table the pink sheet of the Abbey street organ which the jarvey, if such hewas, had 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 facehe had caught a fleeting glimpse of that afternoon on Ormond quay, the partially idiotic female,namely, of the lane who knew the lady in the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.) andbegged the chance of his washing. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not,your washing. Still candour compelled him to admit he had washed his wife’s undergarmentswhen soiled in Holles street and women would and did too a man’s similar garments initialledwith Bewley and Draper’s marking ink (hers were, that is) if they really loved him, thatis to say, love me, love my dirty shirt. Still just then, being on tenterhooks, he desiredthe female’s room more than her company so it came as a genuine relief when the keepermade her a rude sign to take herself off. Round the side of the Evening Telegraph hejust caught a fleeting glimpse of her face round the side of the door with a kind ofdemented glassy grin showing that she was not exactly all there, viewing with evidentamusement the group of gazers round skipper Murphy’s nautical chest and then there wasno more of her. —The gunboat, the keeper said. —It beats me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen,medically I am speaking, how a wretched creature like that from the Lock hospital reeking withdisease can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in his sober senses, if hevalues his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of course I suppose some man isultimately responsible for her condition. Still no matter what the cause is from... Stephen had not noticed her and shrugged hisshoulders, merely remarking: —In this country people sell much more thanshe ever had and do a roaring trade. Fear not them that sell the body but have not powerto buy the soul. She is a bad merchant. She buys dear and sells cheap. The elder man, though not by any manner ofmeans an old maid or a prude, said it was nothing short of a crying scandal that oughtto be put a stop to instanter to say that women of that stamp (quite apart from anyoldmaidish squeamishness on the subject), a necessary evil, were not licensed and medicallyinspected by the proper authorities, a thing, he could truthfully state, he, as a paterfamilias,was a stalwart advocate of from the very first start. Whoever embarked on a policy of thesort, he said, and ventilated the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned. —You as a good catholic, he observed, talkingof body and soul, believe in the soul. Or do you mean the intelligence, the brainpoweras such, as distinct from any outside object, the table, let us say, that cup. I believein that myself because it has been explained by competent men as the convolutions of thegrey matter. Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for instance. Doyou? Thus cornered, Stephen had to make a superhumaneffort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he could say: —They tell me on the best authority it isa simple substance and therefore incorruptible. It would be immortal, I understand, but forthe possibility of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from all I can hear, is quitecapable of adding that to the number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se andcorruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the generalgist of this though the mystical finesse involved was a bit out of his sublunary depth stillhe felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, promptly rejoining: —Simple? I shouldn’t think that is theproper word. Of course, I grant you, to concede a point, you do knock across a simple soulonce in a blue moon. But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instanceto invent those rays Röntgen did or the telescope like Edison, though I believe it was beforehis time Galileo was the man, I mean, and the same applies to the laws, for example,of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as electricity but it’s a horse of quite anothercolour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God. —O that, Stephen expostulated, has beenproved conclusively by several of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantialevidence. On this knotty point however the views ofthe pair, poles apart as they were both in schooling and everything else with the markeddifference in their respective ages, clashed. —Has been? the more experienced of the twoobjected, sticking to his original point with a smile of unbelief. I’m not so sure aboutthat. That’s a matter for everyman’s opinion and, without dragging in the sectarian sideof the business, I beg to differ with you in toto there. My belief is, to tell you thecandid truth, that those bits were genuine forgeries all of them put in by monks mostprobably or it’s the big question of our national poet over again, who precisely wrotethem like Hamlet and Bacon, as, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I,of course I needn’t tell you. Can’t you drink that coffee, by the way? Let me stirit. And take a piece of that bun. It’s like one of our skipper’s bricks disguised. Stillno-one can give what he hasn’t got. Try a bit. —Couldn’t, Stephen contrived to get out,his mental organs for the moment refusing to dictate further. Faultfinding being a proverbially bad hatMr Bloom thought well to stir or try to the clotted sugar from the bottom and reflectedwith 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 good,shelters such as the present one they were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night,concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures (admittance free) by qualified men for thelower 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 time, a very modestremuneration indeed for her pianoplaying. The idea, he was strongly inclined to believe,was to do good and net a profit, there being no competition to speak of. Sulphate of copperpoison SO4 or something in some dried peas he remembered reading of in a cheap eatinghousesomewhere but he couldn’t remember when it was or where. Anyhow inspection, medicalinspection, of all eatables seemed to him more than ever necessary which possibly accountedfor the vogue of Dr Tibble’s Vi-Cocoa on account of the medical analysis involved. —Have a shot at it now, he ventured to sayof the coffee after being stirred. Thus prevailed on to at any rate taste itStephen lifted the heavy mug from the brown puddle it clopped out of when taken up bythe handle and took a sip of the offending beverage. —Still it’s solid food, his good geniusurged, I’m a stickler for solid food, his one and only reason being not gormandisingin the least but regular meals as the sine qua non for any kind of proper work, mentalor manual. You ought to eat more solid food. You would feel a different man. —Liquids I can eat, Stephen said. But O,oblige me by taking away that knife. I can’t look at the point of it. It reminds me ofRoman history. Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removedthe incriminated article, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Romanor antique about it to the lay eye, observing that the point was the least conspicuous pointabout it. —Our mutual friend’s stories are likehimself, Mr Bloom apropos of knives remarked to his confidante sotto voce. Do you thinkthey are genuine? He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie likeold boots. Look at him. Yet still though his eyes were thick withsleep and sea air life was full of a host of things and coincidences of a terrible natureand it was quite within the bounds of possibility that it was not an entire fabrication thoughat first blush there was not much inherent probability in all the spoof he got off hischest being strictly accurate gospel. He had been meantime taking stock of the individualin front of him and Sherlockholmesing him up ever since he clapped eyes on him. Thougha wellpreserved man of no little stamina, if a trifle prone to baldness, there was somethingspurious in the cut of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it required no violentstretch of imagination to associate such a weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmillfraternity. He might even have done for his man supposing it was his own case he told,as people often did about others, namely, that he killed him himself and had servedhis 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 ofour national poet) who expiated his crimes in the melodramatic manner above described.On the other hand he might be only bluffing, a pardonable weakness because meeting unmistakablemugs, Dublin residents, like those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt any ancientmariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the schooner Hesperus andetcetera. And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn’tprobably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him. —Mind you, I’m not saying that it’sall a pure invention, he resumed. Analogous scenes are occasionally, if not often, metwith. Giants, though that is rather a far cry, you see once in a way, Marcella the midgetqueen. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecs, as they are called,sitting bowlegged, they couldn’t straighten their legs if you paid them because the muscleshere, you see, he proceeded, indicating on his companion the brief outline of the sinewsor whatever you like to call them behind the right knee, were utterly powerless from sittingthat way so long cramped up, being adored as gods. There’s an example again of simplesouls. However reverting to friend Sinbad and hishorrifying adventures (who reminded him a bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when he occupiedthe boards of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the management in theFlying Dutchman, a stupendous success, and his host of admirers came in large numbers,everyone simply flocking to hear him though ships of any sort, phantom or the reverse,on the stage usually fell a bit flat as also did trains) there was nothing intrinsicallyincompatible about it, he conceded. On the contrary that stab in the back touch was quitein keeping with those italianos though candidly he was none the less free to admit those icecreamersand friers in the fish way not to mention the chip potato variety and so forth overin little Italy there near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhapsa bit too given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the feline persuasionof others at night so as to have a good old succulent tuckin with garlic de rigueur offhim or her next day on the quiet and, he added, on the cheap. —Spaniards, for instance, he continued,passionate temperaments like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law intotheir own hands and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carryin the abdomen. It comes from the great heat, climate generally. My wife is, so to speak,Spanish, half that is. Point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if shewanted, having been born in (technically) Spain, i.e. Gibraltar. She has the Spanishtype. Quite dark, regular brunette, black. I for one certainly believe climate accountsfor character. That’s why I asked you if you wrote your poetry in Italian. —The temperaments at the door, Stephen interposedwith, were very passionate about ten shillings. Roberto ruba roba sua. —Quite so, Mr Bloom dittoed. —Then, Stephen said staring and ramblingon to himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the isoscelestriangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. —It’s in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded atonce. All are washed in the blood of the sun. Coincidence I just happened to be in the Kildarestreet museum today, shortly prior to our meeting if I can so call it, and I was justlooking at those antique statues there. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. You simplydon’t knock against those kind of women here. An exception here and there. Handsomeyes, pretty in a way you find but what I’m talking about is the female form. Besidesthey have so little taste in dress, most of them, which greatly enhances a woman’s naturalbeauty, no matter what you say. Rumpled stockings, it may be, possibly is, a foible of mine butstill it’s a thing I simply hate to see. Interest, however, was starting to flag somewhatall round and then the others got on to talking about accidents at sea, ships lost in a fog,collisions with icebergs, all that sort of thing. Shipahoy of course had his own sayto say. He had doubled the cape a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a kind of wind,in the China seas and through all those perils of the deep there was one thing, he declared,stood to him or words to that effect, a pious medal he had that saved him. So then after that they drifted on to thewreck off Daunt’s rock, wreck of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of hername for the moment till the jarvey who had really quite a look of Henry Campbell rememberedit Palme on Booterstown strand. That was the talk of the town that year (Albert WilliamQuill wrote a fine piece of original verse of distinctive merit on the topic for theIrish Times), breakers running over her and crowds and crowds on the shore in commotionpetrified with horror. Then someone said something about the case of the s. s. Lady Cairns ofSwansea run into by the Mona which was on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weatherand lost with all hands on deck. No aid was given. Her master, the Mona’s, said he wasafraid his collision bulkhead would give way. She had no water, it appears, in her hold. At this stage an incident happened. It havingbecome necessary for him to unfurl a reef the sailor vacated his seat. —Let me cross your bows mate, he said tohis neighbour who was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze. He made tracks heavily, slowly with a dumpysort of a gait to the door, stepped heavily down the one step there was out of the shelterand bore due left. While he was in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom who noticedwhen he stood up that he had two flasks of presumably ship’s rum sticking one out ofeach pocket for the private consumption of his burning interior, saw him produce a bottleand uncork it or unscrew and, applying its nozzle to his lips, take a good old delectableswig out of it with a gurgling noise. The irrepressible Bloom, who also had a shrewdsuspicion that the old stager went out on a manœuvre after the counterattraction inthe shape of a female who however had disappeared to all intents and purposes, could by strainingjust perceive him, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at thepiers and girders of the Loop line rather out of his depth as of course it was all radicallyaltered since his last visit and greatly improved. Some person or persons invisible directedhim to the male urinal erected by the cleansing committee all over the place for the purposebut after a brief space of time during which silence reigned supreme the sailor, evidentlygiving it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the noise of his bilgewater somelittle time subsequently splashing on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse ofthe 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 corporationstones who, though now broken down and fast breaking up, was none other in stern realitythan the Gumley aforesaid, now practically on the parish rates, given the temporary jobby Pat Tobin in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shiftedabout and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in to the arms of Morpheus,a truly amazing piece of hard lines in its most virulent form on a fellow most respectablyconnected and familiarised with decent home comforts all his life who came in for a cool£ 100 a year at one time which of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to makegeneral ducks and drakes of. And there he was at the end of his tether after havingoften painted the town tolerably pink without a beggarly stiver. He drank needless to betold and it pointed only once more a moral when he might quite easily be in a large wayof business if—a big if, however—he had contrived to cure himself of his particularpartiality. All meantime were loudly lamenting the fallingoff in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well, which was all part and parcel ofthe same thing. A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the ways at Alexandra basin, the onlylaunch that year. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called. There were wrecks and wreckers, the keepersaid, who was evidently au fait. What he wanted to ascertain was why that shipran bang against the only rock in Galway bay when the Galway harbour scheme was mootedby a Mr Worthington or some name like that, eh? Ask the then captain, he advised them,how much palmoil the British government gave him for that day’s work, Captain John Leverof the Lever Line. —Am I right, skipper? he queried of thesailor, now returning after his private potation and the rest of his exertions. That worthy picking up the scent of the fagendof the song or words growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of chanty orother 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 hedid the drinking and making water jobs and found it a bit sour after the liquid firein question. Anyhow in he rolled after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducingan atmosphere of drink into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like a veritable son of a seacook: —The biscuits was as hard as brassAnd the beef as salt as Lot’s wife’s arse. O, Johnny Lever!Johnny Lever, O! After which effusion the redoubtable specimenduly arrived on the scene and regaining his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on theform provided. Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was he, evidently with an axe to grind, wasairing his grievances in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the natural resources of Irelandor something of that sort which he described in his lengthy dissertation as the richestcountry bar none on the face of God’s earth, far and away superior to England, with coalin large quantities, six million pounds worth of pork exported every year, ten millionsbetween butter and eggs and all the riches drained out of it by England levying taxeson the poor people that paid through the nose always and gobbling up the best meat in themarket and a lot more surplus steam in the same vein. Their conversation accordinglybecame general and all agreed that that was a fact. You could grow any mortal thing inIrish soil, he stated, and there was that colonel Everard down there in Navan growingtobacco. Where would you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon? But a day of reckoning,he stated crescendo with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the conversation,was in store for mighty England, despite her power of pelf on account of her crimes. Therewould be a fall and the greatest fall in history. The Germans and the Japs were going to havetheir little lookin, he affirmed. The Boers were the beginning of the end. Brummagem Englandwas toppling already and her downfall would be Ireland, her Achilles heel, which he explainedto them about the vulnerable point of Achilles, the Greek hero, a point his auditors at onceseized 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 Irelandand live for Ireland. Ireland, Parnell said, could not spare a single one of her sons. Silence all round marked the termination ofhis finale. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed. —Take a bit of doing, boss, retaliated thatrough diamond palpably a bit peeved in response to the foregoing truism. To which cold douche referring to downfalland so on the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his main view. —Who’s the best troops in the army? thegrizzled old veteran irately interrogated. And the best jumpers and racers? And the bestadmirals and generals we’ve got? Tell me that. —The Irish, for choice, retorted the cabbylike Campbell, facial blemishes apart. —That’s right, the old tarpaulin corroborated.The Irish catholic peasant. He’s the backbone of our empire. You know Jem Mullins? While allowing him his individual opinionsas everyman the keeper added he cared nothing for any empire, ours or his, and consideredno Irishman worthy of his salt that served it. Then they began to have a few irasciblewords when it waxed hotter, both, needless to say, appealing to the listeners who followedthe passage of arms with interest so long as they didn’t indulge in recriminationsand come to blows. From inside information extending over a seriesof years Mr Bloom was rather inclined to poohpooh the suggestion as egregious balderdash for,pending that consummation devoutly to be or not to be wished for, he was fully cognisantof the fact that their neighbours across the channel, unless they were much bigger foolsthan he took them for, rather concealed their strength than the opposite. It was quite ona par with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in a hundred million years the coal seamof the sister island would be played out and if, as time went on, that turned out to behow the cat jumped all he could personally say on the matter was that as a host of contingencies,equally relevant to the issue, might occur ere then it was highly advisable in the interimto try to make the most of both countries even though poles apart. Another little interestingpoint, the amours of whores and chummies, to put it in common parlance, reminded himIrish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, more so, in fact. And now,why? So the scene between the pair of them, the licensee of the place rumoured to be orhave been Fitzharris, the famous invincible, and the other, obviously bogus, reminded himforcibly as being on all fours with the confidence trick, supposing, that is, it was prearrangedas the lookeron, a student of the human soul if anything, the others seeing least of thegame. And as for the lessee or keeper, who 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 thegoby unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have anything to do with themas a golden rule in private life and their felonsetting, there always being the offchanceof a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen’s evidence or king’s now like Denis or PeterCarey, an idea he utterly repudiated. Quite apart from that he disliked those careersof wrongdoing and crime on principle. Yet, though such criminal propensities had neverbeen an inmate of his bosom in any shape or form, he certainly did feel and no denyingit (while inwardly remaining what he was) a certain kind of admiration for a man whohad actually brandished a knife, cold steel, with the courage of his political convictions(though, personally, he would never be a party to any such thing), off the same bat as thoselove vendettas of the south, have her or swing for her, when the husband frequently, aftersome 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 resultof an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, until it just struck himthat Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-Goat, merely drove the car for the actual perpetratorsof the outrage and so was not, if he was reliably informed, actually party to the ambush which,in point of fact, was the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on. In any case thatwas very ancient history by now and as for our friend, the pseudo Skin-the-etcetera,he had transparently outlived his welcome. He ought to have either died naturally oron the scaffold high. Like actresses, always farewell positively last performance thencome up smiling again. Generous to a fault of course, temperamental, no economising orany idea of the sort, always snapping at the bone for the shadow. So similarly he had avery shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some £. s. d. in the course ofhis 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 thesame identical lingo as he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. —He took umbrage at something or other,that muchinjured but on the whole eventempered person declared, I let slip. He called mea jew and in a heated fashion offensively. So I without deviating from plain facts inthe least told him his God, I mean Christ, was a jew too and all his family like me thoughin reality I’m not. That was one for him. A soft answer turns away wrath. He hadn’ta word to say for himself as everyone saw. Am I not right? He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephenof timorous dark pride at the soft impeachment with a glance also of entreaty for he seemedto glean in a kind of a way that it wasn’t all exactly. —Ex quibus, Stephen mumbled in a noncommittalaccent, their two or four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name is or after allany other, secundum carnem. —Of course, Mr B. proceeded to stipulate,you must look at both sides of the question. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rulesas to right and wrong but room for improvement all round there certainly is though everycountry, they say, our own distressful included, has the government it deserves. But with alittle goodwill all round. It’s all very fine to boast of mutual superiority but whatabout mutual equality. I resent violence and intolerance in any shape or form. It neverreaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due instalments plan. It’sa patent absurdity on the face of it to hate people because they live round the cornerand speak another vernacular, in the next house so to speak. —Memorable bloody bridge battle and sevenminutes’ war, Stephen assented, between Skinner’s alley and Ormond market. Yes, Mr Bloom thoroughly agreed, entirelyendorsing the remark, that was overwhelmingly right. And the whole world was full of thatsort of thing. —You just took the words out of my mouth,he said. A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn’t remotely... All those wretched quarrels, in his humbleopinion, stirring up bad blood, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some kind,erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag, were very largely aquestion of the money question which was at the back of everything, greed and jealousy,people never knowing when to stop. —They accuse, remarked he audibly. He turnedaway from the others, who probably… and spoke nearer to, so as the others… in casethey… —Jews, he softly imparted in an aside inStephen’s ear, are accused of ruining. Not a vestige of truth in it, I can safely say.History, would you be surprised to learn, proves up to the hilt Spain decayed when theinquisition hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an uncommonly ableruffian who in other respects has much to answer for, imported them. Why? Because theyare imbued with the proper spirit. They are practical and are proved to be so. I don’twant to indulge in any because you know the standard works on the subject and then orthodoxas you are. But in the economic, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty.Spain again, you saw in the war, compared with goahead America. Turks. It’s in thedogma. Because if they didn’t believe they’d go straight to heaven when they die they’dtry to live better, at least so I think. That’s the juggle on which the p.p.’s raise thewind on false pretences. I’m, he resumed with dramatic force, as good an Irishman asthat rude person I told you about at the outset and I want to see everyone, concluded he,all creeds and classes pro rata having a comfortable tidysized income, in no niggard fashion either,something in the neighbourhood of £ 300 per annum. That’s the vital issue at stake andit’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 patria,as we learned a smattering of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene. Where you canlive well, the sense is, if you work. Over his untastable apology for a cup of coffee,listening to this synopsis of things in general, Stephen stared at nothing in particular. Hecould hear, of course, all kinds of words changing colour like those crabs about Ringsendin the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the same sandwhere they had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to. Then he looked up and saw the eyesthat said or didn’t say the words the voice he heard said, if you work. —Count me out, he managed to remark, meaningwork. The eyes were surprised at this observationbecause as he, the person who owned them pro tem. observed or rather his voice speakingdid, all must work, have to, together. —I mean, of course, the other hastened toaffirm, work in the widest possible sense. Also literary labour not merely for the kudosof the thing. Writing for the newspapers which is the readiest channel nowadays. That’swork too. Important work. After all, from the little I know of you, after all the moneyexpended 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 asthe peasant has. What? You both belong to Ireland, the brain and the brawn. Each isequally important. —You suspect, Stephen retorted with a sortof a half laugh, that I may be important because I belong to the faubourg Saint Patrice calledIreland for short. —I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom insinuated. —But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, thatIreland must be important because it belongs to me. —What belongs, queried Mr Bloom bending,fancying he was perhaps under some misapprehension. Excuse me. Unfortunately, I didn’t catchthe latter portion. What was it you...? Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeatedand shoved aside his mug of coffee or whatever you like to call it none too politely, adding: —We can’t change the country. Let us changethe subject. At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom, tochange the subject, looked down but in a quandary, as he couldn’t tell exactly what constructionto put on belongs to which sounded rather a far cry. The rebuke of some kind was clearerthan the other part. Needless to say the fumes of his recent orgy spoke then with some asperityin a curious bitter way foreign to his sober state. Probably the homelife to which Mr Battached the utmost importance had not been all that was needful or he hadn’t been familiarisedwith the right sort of people. With a touch of fear for the young man beside him whomhe furtively scrutinised with an air of some consternation remembering he had just comeback from Paris, the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister,failing to throw much light on the subject, however, he brought to mind instances of culturedfellows that promised so brilliantly nipped in the bud of premature decay and nobody toblame but themselves. For instance there was the case of O’Callaghan, for one, the halfcrazyfaddist, respectably connected though of inadequate means, with his mad vagaries among whose othergay doings when rotto and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round he was inthe habit of ostentatiously sporting in public a suit of brown paper (a fact). And then theusual dénouement after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got landed into hot waterand had to be spirited away by a few friends, after a strong hint to a blind horse fromJohn Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so as not to be made amenable under section two of thecriminal law amendment act, certain names of those subpœnaed being handed in but notdivulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a pick of brains. Briefly, putting twoand two together, six sixteen which he pointedly turned a deaf ear to, Antonio and so forth,jockeys and esthetes and the tattoo which was all the go in the seventies or thereaboutseven in the house of lords because early in life the occupant of the throne, then heirapparent, the other members of the upper ten and other high personages simply followingin the footsteps of the head of the state, he reflected about the errors of notorietiesand crowned heads running counter to morality such as the Cornwall case a number of yearsbefore under their veneer in a way scarcely intended by nature, a thing good Mrs Grundy,as the law stands, was terribly down on though not for the reason they thought they wereprobably whatever it was except women chiefly who were always fiddling more or less at oneanother it being largely a matter of dress and all the rest of it. Ladies who like distinctiveunderclothing should, and every welltailored man must, trying to make the gap wider betweenthem by innuendo and give more of a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two,she unbuttoned his and then he untied her, mind the pin, whereas savages in the cannibalislands, say, at ninety degrees in the shade not caring a continental. However, revertingto the original, there were on the other hand others who had forced their way to the topfrom the lowest rung by the aid of their bootstraps. Sheer force of natural genius, that. Withbrains, sir. For which and further reasons he felt it washis interest and duty even to wait on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion thoughwhy he could not exactly tell being as it was already several shillings to the bad havingin fact let himself in for it. Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no uncommoncalibre who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small. Intellectualstimulation, as such, was, he felt, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the mind. Addedto which was the coincidence of meeting, discussion, dance, row, old salt of the here today andgone tomorrow type, night loafers, the whole galaxy of events, all went to make up a miniaturecameo of the world we live in especially as the lives of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers,divers, scavengers etc., were very much under the microscope lately. To improve the shininghour he wondered whether he might meet with anything approaching the same luck as Mr PhilipBeaufoy 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 Experiences, letus say, in a Cabman’s Shelter. The pink edition extra sporting of the Telegraphtell a graphic lie lay, as luck would have it, beside his elbow and as he was just puzzlingagain, far from satisfied, over a country belonging to him and the preceding rebus thevessel came from Bridgwater and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain’sage, his eyes went aimlessly over the respective captions which came under his special provincethe allembracing give us this day our daily press. First he got a bit of a start but itturned out to be only something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters orsomething like that. Great battle, Tokio. Lovemaking in Irish, £ 200 damages. GordonBennett. Emigration Swindle. Letter from His Grace. William ✠. Ascot meeting, the GoldCup. Victory of outsider Throwaway recalls Derby of ’92 when Capt. Marshall’s darkhorse Sir Hugo captured the blue ribband at long odds. New York disaster. Thousand liveslost. Foot and Mouth. Funeral of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. So to change the subject he read about Dignam R. I. P. which, he reflected, was 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 residence, no 9 NewbridgeAvenue, Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. The deceased gentleman was a most popularand genial personality in city life and his demise after a brief illness came as a greatshock to citizens of all classes by whom he is deeply regretted. The obsequies, at whichmany friends of the deceased were present, were carried out (certainly Hynes wrote itwith a nudge from Corny) by Messrs H. J. O’Neill and Son, 164 North Strand Road. The mournersincluded: Patk. Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan (brother-in-law), Jno. Henry Menton, solr,Martin Cunningham, John Power, eatondph 1/8 ador dorador douradora (must be where he calledMonks the dayfather about Keyes’s ad) Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen Dedalus B.A., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M’C Hynes, L. Boom, C P M’Coy,—M’Intoshand several others. Nettled not a little by L. Boom (as it incorrectlystated) and the line of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by C. P. M’Coy andStephen Dedalus B. A. who were conspicuous, needless to say, by their total absence (tosay nothing of M’Intosh) L. Boom pointed it out to his companion B. A. engaged in stiflinganother yawn, half nervousness, not forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints. —Is that first epistle to the Hebrews, heasked as soon as his bottom jaw would let him, in? Text: open thy mouth and put thyfoot in it. —It is. Really, Mr Bloom said (though firsthe fancied he alluded to the archbishop till he added about foot and mouth with which therecould be no possible connection) overjoyed to set his mind at rest and a bit flabbergastedat Myles Crawford’s after all managing to. There. While the other was reading it on page twoBoom (to give him for the nonce his new misnomer) whiled away a few odd leisure moments in fitsand starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page three, his side. Value 1000sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. For entire colts and fillies. Mr F. Alexander’s Throwaway,b. h. by Rightaway-Thrale, 5 yrs, 9 st 4 lbs (W. Lane) 1. Lord Howard de Walden’s Zinfandel(M. Cannon) 2. Mr W. Bass’s Sceptre 3. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway (off).Sceptre a shade heavier. It was anybody’s race then the rank outsider drew to the fore,got long lead, beating Lord Howard de Walden’s chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass’s bay fillySceptre on a 2 1/2 mile course. Winner trained by Braime so that Lenehan’s version of thebusiness was all pure buncombe. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. 1000 sovs with3000 in specie. Also ran: J de Bremond’s (French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiringafter not in yet but expected any minute) Maximum II. Different ways of bringing offa coup. Lovemaking damages. Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a tangent in his impetuosityto get left. Of course gambling eminently lent itself to that sort of thing though asthe event turned out the poor fool hadn’t much reason to congratulate himself on hispick, the forlorn hope. Guesswork it reduced itself to eventually. —There was every indication they would arriveat that, he, Bloom, said. —Who? the other, whose hand by the way washurt, said. One morning you would open the paper, thecabman affirmed, and read: Return of Parnell. He bet them what they liked. A Dublin fusilierwas in that shelter one night and said he saw him in South Africa. Pride it was killedhim. He ought to have done away with himself or lain low for a time after committee roomno 15 until he was his old self again with no-one to point a finger at him. Then theywould all to a man have gone down on their marrowbones to him to come back when he hadrecovered his senses. Dead he wasn’t. Simply absconded somewhere. The coffin they broughtover was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer general. He made a mistaketo fight the priests. And so forth and so on. All the same Bloom (properly so dubbed) wasrather surprised at their memories for in nine cases out of ten it was a case of tarbarrelsand not singly but in their thousands and then complete oblivion because it was twentyodd years. Highly unlikely of course there was even a shadow of truth in the stones and,even supposing, he thought a return highly inadvisable, all things considered. Somethingevidently riled them in his death. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumoniajust when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whetherit transpired he owed his death to his having neglected to change his boots and clothesafter a wetting when a cold resulted and failing to consult a specialist he being confinedto his room till he eventually died of it amid widespread regret before a fortnightwas at an end or quite possibly they were distressed to find the job was taken out oftheir hands. Of course nobody being acquainted with his movements even before there was absolutelyno clue as to his whereabouts which were decidedly of the Alice, where art thou order even priorto his starting to go under several aliases such as Fox and Stewart so the remark whichemanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of possibility. Naturally thenit would prey on his mind as a born leader of men which undoubtedly he was and a commandingfigure, a sixfooter or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his stockinged feet, whereasMessrs So and So who, though they weren’t even a patch on the former man, ruled theroost after their redeeming features were very few and far between. It certainly pointeda moral, the idol with feet of clay, and then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen roundingon 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 rôle how to.He saw him once on the auspicious occasion when they broke up the type in the Insuppressibleor was it United Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and, in point of fact, handedhim his silk hat when it was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he undoubtedlywas under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little misadventure mentioned betweenthe cup and the lip: what’s bred in the bone. Still as regards return. You were alucky dog if they didn’t set the terrier at you directly you got back. Then a lot ofshillyshally usually followed, Tom for and Dick and Harry against. And then, number one,you came up against the man in possession and had to produce your credentials like theclaimant in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the boat’s name tothe best of his recollection he, the heir, went down in as the evidence went to showand there was a tattoo mark too in Indian ink, lord Bellew was it, as he might veryeasily have picked up the details from some pal on board ship and then, when got up totally with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, my name is So andSo or some such commonplace remark. A more prudent course, as Bloom said to the not overeffusive, in fact like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, would have beento sound the lie of the land first. —That bitch, that English whore, did forhim, the shebeen proprietor commented. She put the first nail in his coffin. —Fine lump of a woman all the same, thesoi-disant townclerk Henry Campbell remarked, and plenty of her. She loosened many a man’sthighs. I seen her picture in a barber’s. The husband was a captain or an officer. —Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, he wasand a cottonball one. This gratuitous contribution of a humorouscharacter occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. As regards Bloom he,without the faintest suspicion of a smile, merely gazed in the direction of the doorand reflected upon the historic story which had aroused extraordinary interest at thetime when the facts, to make matters worse, were made public with the usual affectionateletters that passed between them full of sweet nothings. First it was strictly Platonic tillnature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them till bit by bit matters cameto a climax and the matter became the talk of the town till the staggering blow cameas a welcome intelligence to not a few evildisposed, however, who were resolved upon encompassinghis downfall though the thing was public property all along though not to anything like thesensational extent that it subsequently blossomed into. Since their names were coupled, though,since he was her declared favourite, where was the particular necessity to proclaim itto the rank and file from the housetops, the fact, namely, that he had shared her bedroomwhich came out in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the packed court literallyelectrifying everybody in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on such andsuch a particular date in the act of scrambling out of an upstairs apartment with the assistanceof a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the same fashion, a fact theweeklies, addicted to the lubric a little, simply coined shoals of money out of. Whereasthe simple fact of the case was it was simply a case of the husband not being up to thescratch, with nothing in common between them beyond the name, and then a real man arrivingon the scene, strong to the verge of weakness, falling a victim to her siren charms and forgettinghome ties, the usual sequel, to bask in the loved one’s smiles. The eternal questionof the life connubial, needless to say, cropped up. Can real love, supposing there happensto be another chap in the case, exist between married folk? Poser. Though it was no concernof theirs absolutely if he regarded her with affection, carried away by a wave of folly.A magnificent specimen of manhood he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a high order,as compared with the other military supernumerary that is (who was just the usual everyday farewell,my gallant captain kind of an individual in the light dragoons, the 18th hussars to beaccurate) and inflammable doubtless (the fallen leader, that is, not the other) in his ownpeculiar way which she of course, woman, quickly perceived as highly likely to carve his wayto fame which he almost bid fair to do till the priests and ministers of the gospel asa whole, his erstwhile staunch adherents, and his beloved evicted tenants for whom hehad done yeoman service in the rural parts of the country by taking up the cudgels ontheir behalf in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very effectuallycooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of fire on his head much in the sameway as the fabled ass’s kick. Looking back now in a retrospective kind of arrangementall seemed a kind of dream. And then coming back was the worst thing you ever did becauseit went without saying you would feel out of place as things always moved with the times.Why, as he reflected, Irishtown strand, a locality he had not been in for quite a numberof years looked different somehow since, as it happened, he went to reside on the northside. North or south, however, it was just the wellknown case of hot passion, pure andsimple, upsetting the applecart with a vengeance and just bore out the very thing he was sayingas she also was Spanish or half so, types that wouldn’t do things by halves, passionateabandon of the south, casting every shred of decency to the winds. —Just bears out what I was saying, he, withglowing bosom said to Stephen, about blood and the sun. And, if I don’t greatly mistakeshe was Spanish too. —The king of Spain’s daughter, Stephenanswered, adding something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanishonions and the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and so many. —Was she? Bloom ejaculated, surprised thoughnot astonished by any means, I never heard that rumour before. Possible, especially there,it was as she lived there. So, Spain. Carefully avoiding a book in his pocket Sweetsof, which reminded him by the by of that Capel street library book out of date, he took outhis pocketbook and, turning over the various contents it contained rapidly finally he. —Do you consider, by the by, he said, thoughtfullyselecting a faded photo which he laid on the table, that a Spanish type? Stephen, obviously addressed, looked downon the photo showing a large sized lady with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashionas she was in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low forthe occasion to give a liberal display of bosom, with more than vision of breasts, herfull lips parted and some perfect teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a piano onthe rest of which was In Old Madrid, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all thevogue. Her (the lady’s) eyes, dark, large, looked at Stephen, about to smile about somethingto be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Dublin’s premier photographic artist, beingresponsible for the esthetic execution. —Mrs Bloom, my wife the prima donna MadamMarion Tweedy, Bloom indicated. Taken a few years since. In or about ninety six. Verylike her then. Beside the young man he looked also at thephoto of the lady now his legal wife who, he intimated, was the accomplished daughterof Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a singerhaving even made her bow to the public when her years numbered barely sweet sixteen. Asfor the face it was a speaking likeness in expression but it did not do justice to herfigure which came in for a lot of notice usually and which did not come out to the best advantagein that getup. She could without difficulty, he said, have posed for the ensemble, notto dwell on certain opulent curves of the. He dwelt, being a bit of an artist in hisspare time, on the female form in general developmentally because, as it so happened,no later than that afternoon he had seen those Grecian statues, perfectly developed as worksof art, in the National Museum. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back, all thesymmetry, all the rest. Yes, puritanisme, it does though, Saint Joseph’s sovereignthievery alors (Bandez!) Figne toi trop. Whereas no photo could because it simply wasn’tart in a word. The spirit moving him he would much have likedto follow Jack Tar’s good example and leave the likeness there for a very few minutesto speak for itself on the plea he so that the other could drink in the beauty for himself,her stage presence being, frankly, a treat in itself which the camera could not at alldo justice to. But it was scarcely professional etiquette so. Though it was a warm pleasantsort of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the season considering, for sunshine afterstorm. And he did feel a kind of need there and then to follow suit like a kind of inwardvoice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewingthe slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves, none the worse for wear however, andlooked away thoughtfully with the intention of not further increasing the other’s possibleembarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. In fact the slight soilingwas only an added charm like the case of linen slightly soiled, good as new, much betterin fact with the starch out. Suppose she was gone when he? I looked for the lamp whichshe told me came into his mind but merely as a passing fancy of his because he thenrecollected the morning littered bed etcetera and the book about Ruby with met him pikehoses (sic) in it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domesticchamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray. The vicinity of the young man he certainlyrelished, educated, distingué and impulsive into the bargain, far and away the pick ofthe bunch though you wouldn’t think he had it in him yet you would. Besides he said thepicture was handsome which, say what you like, it was though at the moment she was distinctlystouter. And why not? An awful lot of makebelieve went on about that sort of thing involvinga lifelong slur with the usual splash page of gutterpress about the same old matrimonialtangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage favourite insteadof being honest and aboveboard about the whole business. How they were fated to meet andan attachment sprang up between the two so that their names were coupled in the publiceye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressionsleaving no loophole to show that they openly cohabited two or three times a week at somewellknown seaside hotel and relations, when the thing ran its normal course, became indue course intimate. Then the decree nisi and the King’s proctor tries to show causewhy and, he failing to quash it, nisi was made absolute. But as for that the two misdemeanants,wrapped up as they largely were in one another, could safely afford to ignore it as they verylargely did till the matter was put in the hands of a solicitor who filed a petitionfor the party wronged in due course. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being close toErin’s uncrowned king in the flesh when the thing occurred on the historic fracaswhen the fallen leader’s, who notoriously stuck to his guns to the last drop even whenclothed in the mantle of adultery, (leader’s) trusty henchmen to the number of ten or adozen or possibly even more than that penetrated into the printing works of the Insuppressibleor no it was United Ireland (a by no means by the by appropriate appellative) and brokeup the typecases with hammers or something like that all on account of some scurrilouseffusions from the facile pens of the O’Brienite scribes at the usual mudslinging occupationreflecting on the erstwhile tribune’s private morals. Though palpably a radically alteredman he was still a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that lookof settled purpose which went a long way with the shillyshallyers till they discovered totheir vast discomfiture that their idol had feet of clay after placing him upon a pedestalwhich she, however, was the first to perceive. As those were particularly hot times in thegeneral hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from a nasty prod of some chap’selbow in the crowd that of course congregated lodging some place about the pit of the stomach,fortunately not of a grave character. His hat (Parnell’s) a silk one was inadvertentlyknocked off and, as a matter of strict history, Bloom was the man who picked it up in thecrush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him (and return it to himhe did with the utmost celerity) who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were milesaway from his hat at the time all the same being a gentleman born with a stake in thecountry he, as a matter of fact, having gone into it more for the kudos of the thing thananything else, what’s bred in the bone instilled into him in infancy at his mother’s kneein the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once because he turned round tothe donor and thanked him with perfect aplomb, saying: Thank you, sir, though in a very differenttone of voice from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set torights earlier in the course of the day, history repeating itself with a difference, afterthe burial of a mutual friend when they had left him alone in his glory after the grimtask of having committed his remains to the grave. On the other hand what incensed him more inwardlywas the blatant jokes of the cabman and so on who passed it all off as a jest, laughingimmoderately, pretending to understand everything, the why and the wherefore, and in realitynot knowing their own minds, it being a case for the two parties themselves unless it ensuedthat the legitimate husband happened to be a party to it owing to some anonymous letterfrom the usual boy Jones, who happened to come across them at the crucial moment ina loving position locked in one another’s arms, drawing attention to their illicit proceedingsand leading up to a domestic rumpus and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of herlord and master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not receive hisvisits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter and let bygonesbe bygones with tears in her eyes though possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the sametime as quite possibly there were several others. He personally, being of a scepticalbias, believed and didn’t make the smallest bones about saying so either that man or menin the plural were always hanging around on the waiting list about a lady, even supposingshe was the best wife in the world and they got on fairly well together for the sake ofargument, when, neglecting her duties, she chose to be tired of wedded life and was onfor a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their attentions on her with improperintent, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, the cause of many liaisonsbetween still attractive married women getting on for fair and forty and younger men, nodoubt as several famous cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt. It was a thousand pities a young fellow, blessed with an allowance of brains as his neighbourobviously was, should waste his valuable time with profligate women who might present himwith a nice dose to last him his lifetime. In the nature of single blessedness he wouldone day take unto himself a wife when Miss Right came on the scene but in the interimladies’ society was a conditio sine qua non though he had the gravest possible doubts,not that he wanted in the smallest to pump Stephen about Miss Ferguson (who was verypossibly 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 ideaand the company of smirking misses without a penny to their names bi or triweekly withthe orthodox preliminary canter of complimentplaying and walking out leading up to fond lovers’ways and flowers and chocs. To think of him house and homeless, rooked by some landladyworse than any stepmother, was really too bad at his age. The queer suddenly thingshe popped out with attracted the elder man who was several years the other’s senioror like his father but something substantial he certainly ought to eat even were it onlyan eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, failing that, the homely HumptyDumpty boiled. —At what o’clock did you dine? he questionedof the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face. —Some time yesterday, Stephen said. —Yesterday! exclaimed Bloom till he rememberedit was already tomorrow Friday. Ah, you mean it’s after twelve! —The day before yesterday, Stephen said,improving on himself. Literally astounded at this piece of intelligenceBloom reflected. Though they didn’t see eye to eye in everything a certain analogythere somehow was as if both their minds were travelling, so to speak, in the one trainof thought. At his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years previously whenhe had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the Buckshot Foster days he toorecollected in retrospect (which was a source of keen satisfaction in itself) he had a sneakingregard for those same ultra ideas. For instance when the evicted tenants question, then atits first inception, bulked largely in people’s mind though, it goes without saying, not contributinga copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which wouldn’t exactlyhold water, he at the outset in principle at all events was in thorough sympathy withpeasant possession as voicing the trend of modern opinion (a partiality, however, which,realising his mistake, he was subsequently partially cured of) and even was twitted withgoing a step farther than Michael Davitt in the striking views he at one time inculcatedas a backtothelander, which was one reason he strongly resented the innuendo put uponhim in so barefaced a fashion by our friend at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan’sso that he, though often considerably misunderstood and the least pugnacious of mortals, be itrepeated, departed from his customary habit to give him (metaphorically) one in the gizzardthough, so far as politics themselves were concerned, he was only too conscious of thecasualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the miseryand suffering it entailed as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows, chiefly, destructionof the fittest, in a word. Anyhow upon weighing up the pros and cons,getting on for one, as it was, it was high time to be retiring for the night. The cruxwas it was a bit risky to bring him home as eventualities might possibly ensue (somebodyhaving a temper of her own sometimes) and spoil the hash altogether as on the nighthe misguidedly brought home a dog (breed unknown) with a lame paw (not that the cases were eitheridentical or the reverse though he had hurt his hand too) to Ontario Terrace as he verydistinctly remembered, having been there, so to speak. On the other hand it was altogetherfar and away too late for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that he was in someperplexity as to which of the two alternatives. Everything pointed to the fact that it behovedhim to avail himself to the full of the opportunity, all things considered. His initial impressionwas he was a shade standoffish or not over effusive but it grew on him someway. For onething he mightn’t what you call jump at the idea, if approached, and what mostly worriedhim was he didn’t know how to lead up to it or word it exactly, supposing he did entertainthe proposal, as it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he would allowhim to help to put coin in his way or some wardrobe, if found suitable. At all eventshe wound up by concluding, eschewing for the nonce hidebound precedent, a cup of Epps’scocoa and a shakedown for the night plus the use of a rug or two and overcoat doubled intoa pillow at least he would be in safe hands and as warm as a toast on a trivet he failedto perceive any very vast amount of harm in that always with the proviso no rumpus ofany sort was kicked up. A move had to be made because that merry old soul, the grasswidowerin question who appeared to be glued to the spot, didn’t appear in any particular hurryto wend his way home to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was highly likely some sponger’sbawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no bar off Sheriff street lower would be thebest clue to that equivocal character’s whereabouts for a few days to come, alternatelyracking their feelings (the mermaids’) with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on thetropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody’s bones and mauling their largesizedcharms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the accompaniment of large potationsof potheen and the usual blarney about himself for as to who he in reality was let x equalmy right name and address, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. At the same time he inwardly chuckledover his gentle repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his god being a jew. Peoplecould put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from asheep. The most vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. Your god was a jew. Because mostlythey appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereabouts in the county Sligo. —I propose, our hero eventually suggestedafter mature reflection while prudently pocketing her photo, as it’s rather stuffy here youjust 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 out,the remainder being plain sailing, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing the photo, to thekeeper of the shanty who didn’t seem to. —Yes, that’s the best, he assured Stephento 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 throughhis (B’s) busy brain, education (the genuine article), literature, journalism, prize titbits,up to date billing, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and seasidetheatres, turning money away, duets in Italian with the accent perfectly true to nature anda quantity of other things, no necessity, of course, to tell the world and his wifefrom the housetops about it, and a slice of luck. An opening was all was wanted. Becausehe more than suspected he had his father’s voice to bank his hopes on which it was quiteon the cards he had so it would be just as well, by the way no harm, to trail the conversationin the direction of that particular red herring just to. The cabby read out of the paper he had gothold of that the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had presided at the cabdrivers’ associationdinner 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 outthat sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the chief secretary’s lodge or wordsto that effect. To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why. —Give us a squint at that literature, grandfather,the ancient mariner put in, manifesting some natural impatience. —And welcome, answered the elderly partythus addressed. The sailor lugged out from a case he had apair of greenish goggles which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears. —Are you bad in the eyes? the sympatheticpersonage like the townclerk queried. —Why, answered the seafarer with the tartanbeard, who seemingly was a bit of a literary cove in his own small way, staring out ofseagreen portholes as you might well describe them as, I uses goggles reading. Sand in theRed Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark, manner of speaking. TheArabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a Rose is She. Hereupon he pawed the journal open and poredupon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger havingmade a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which time (completelyregardless of Ire) the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhandboot which manifestly pinched him as he muttered against whoever it was sold it, all of themwho were sufficiently awake enough to be picked out by their facial expressions, that is tosay, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark. To cut a long story short Bloom, graspingthe situation, was the first to rise from his seat so as not to outstay their welcomehaving first and foremost, being as good as his word that he would foot the bill for theoccasion, taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a parting shot a scarcelyperceptible sign when the others were not looking to the effect that the amount duewas forthcoming, making a grand total of fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively infour coppers, literally the last of the Mohicans), he having previously spotted on the printedpricelist for all who ran to read opposite him in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d, confectionerydo, and honestly well worth twice the money once in a way, as Wetherup used to remark. —Come, he counselled to close the séance. Seeing that the ruse worked and the coastwas clear they left the shelter or shanty together and the élite society of oilskinand company whom nothing short of an earthquake would move out of their dolce far niente.Stephen, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, paused at the, for a moment,the door. —One thing I never understood, he said tobe original on the spur of the moment. Why they put tables upside down at night, I meanchairs upside down, on the tables in cafés. To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloomreplied without a moment’s hesitation, saying straight off: —To sweep the floor in the morning. So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering,frankly at the same time apologetic to get on his companion’s right, a habit of his,by the bye, his right side being, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles. The night airwas certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a bit weak on his pins. —It will (the air) do you good, Bloom said,meaning also the walk, in a moment. The only thing is to walk then you’ll feel a differentman. Come. It’s not far. Lean on me. Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen’sright and led him on accordingly. —Yes, Stephen said uncertainly because hethought he felt a strange kind of flesh of a different man approach him, sinewless andwobbly and all that. Anyhow they passed the sentrybox with stones,brazier etc. where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was still to all intents and purposeswrapped in the arms of Murphy, as the adage has it, dreaming of fresh fields and pasturesnew. And apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not at all bad as it was in fact a stoningto death on the part of seventytwo out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at thetime of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably the selfsame evictedtenants he had put in their holdings. So they turned on to chatting about music,a form of art for which Bloom, as a pure amateur, possessed the greatest love, as they madetracks arm in arm across Beresford place. Wagnerian music, though confessedly grandin its way, was a bit too heavy for Bloom and hard to follow at the first go-off butthe music of Mercadante’s Huguenots, Meyerbeer’s Seven Last Words on the Cross and Mozart’sTwelfth Mass he simply revelled in, the Gloria in that being, to his mind, the acme of firstclass music as such, literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat. He infinitely preferredthe sacred music of the catholic church to anything the opposite shop could offer inthat line such as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to live and I will live thy protestantto be. He also yielded to none in his admiration of Rossini’s Stabat Mater, a work simplyabounding in immortal numbers, in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a veritablesensation, he might safely say, greatly adding to her other laurels and putting the otherstotally in the shade, in the jesuit fathers’ church in upper Gardiner street, the sacrededifice being thronged to the doors to hear her with virtuosos, or virtuosi rather. Therewas the unanimous opinion that there was none to come up to her and suffice it to say ina place of worship for music of a sacred character there was a generally voiced desire for anencore. On the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the Don Giovanni descriptionand Martha, a gem in its line, he had a penchant, though with only a surface knowledge, forthe severe classical school such as Mendelssohn. And talking of that, taking it for grantedhe knew all about the old favourites, he mentioned par excellence Lionel’s air in Martha, M’appari,which, curiously enough, he had heard or overheard, to be more accurate, on yesterday, a privilegehe keenly appreciated, from the lips of Stephen’s respected father, sung to perfection, a studyof the number, in fact, which made all the others take a back seat. Stephen, in replyto a politely put query, said he didn’t sing it but launched out into praises of Shakespeare’ssongs, at least of in or about that period, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter lanenear Gerard the herbalist, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an instrument he was contemplatingpurchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom B. did not quite recall though the name certainlysounded familiar, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceitsand Byrd (William) who played the virginals, he said, in the Queen’s chapel or anywhereelse he found them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull. On the roadway which they were approachingwhilst still speaking beyond the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on thepaven ground, brushing a long swathe of mire up so that with the noise Bloom was not perfectlycertain whether he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. He inquiredif it was John Bull the political celebrity of that ilk, as it struck him, the two identicalnames, as a striking coincidence. By the chains the horse slowly swerved toturn, which perceiving, Bloom, who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual, plucked the other’ssleeve gently, jocosely remarking: —Our lives are in peril tonight. Bewareof the steamroller. They thereupon stopped. Bloom looked at thehead of a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence in the darkquite near so that it seemed new, a different grouping of bones and even flesh because palpablyit was a fourwalker, a hipshaker, a blackbuttocker, a taildangler, a headhanger putting his hindfoot foremost the while the lord of his creation sat on the perch, busy with his thoughts.But such a good poor brute he was sorry he hadn’t a lump of sugar but, as he wiselyreflected, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might crop up. Hewas just a big nervous foolish noodly kind of a horse, without a second care in the world.But even a dog, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan’s, of the same size, wouldbe a holy horror to face. But it was no animal’s fault in particular if he was built that waylike the camel, ship of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his hump. Nine tenthsof them all could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man barring the bees. Whalewith a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his back and he sees the joke, chalka circle for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. These timely reflections anent the brutesof the field occupied his mind somewhat distracted from Stephen’s words while the ship of thestreet was manœuvring and Stephen went on about the highly interesting old. —What’s this I was saying? Ah, yes! Mywife, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have the greatest of pleasure in makingyour acquaintance as she is passionately attached to music of any kind. He looked sideways in a friendly fashion atthe sideface of Stephen, image of his mother, which was not quite the same as the usualhandsome blackguard type they unquestionably had an insatiable hankering after as he wasperhaps not that way built. Still, supposing he had his father’s giftas he more than suspected, it opened up new vistas in his mind such as Lady Fingall’sIrish industries, concert on the preceding Monday, and aristocracy in general. Exquisite variations he was now describingon an air Youth here has End by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where thefrows come from. Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the clearsea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men, which boggled Bloom a bit: Von der Sirenen ListigkeitTun die Poeten dichten. These opening bars he sang and translatedextempore. Bloom, nodding, said he perfectly understood and begged him to go on by allmeans which he did. A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice likethat, the rarest of boons, which Bloom appreciated at the very first note he got out, could easily,if properly handled by some recognised authority on voice production such as Barraclough andbeing able to read music into the bargain, command its own price where baritones wereten a penny and procure for its fortunate possessor in the near future an entrée intofashionable houses in the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a largeway of business and titled people where with his university degree of B. A. (a huge adin its way) and gentlemanly bearing to all the more influence the good impression hewould infallibly score a distinct success, being blessed with brains which also couldbe utilised for the purpose and other requisites, if his clothes were properly attended to soas to the better worm his way into their good graces as he, a youthful tyro in society’ssartorial niceties, hardly understood how a little thing like that could militate againstyou. It was in fact only a matter of months and he could easily foresee him participatingin their musical and artistic conversaziones during the festivities of the Christmas season,for choice, causing a slight flutter in the dovecotes of the fair sex and being made alot of by ladies out for sensation, cases of which, as he happened to know, were onrecord—in fact, without giving the show away, he himself once upon a time, if he caredto, could easily have. Added to which of course would be the pecuniary emolument by no meansto be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his tuition fees. Not, he parenthesised, thatfor the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a walk in lifefor any lengthy space of time. But a step in the required direction it was beyond yeaor nay and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his dignity inthe smallest and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be handed a cheque at a muchneededmoment when every little helped. Besides, though taste latterly had deteriorated toa degree, original music like that, different from the conventional rut, would rapidly havea great vogue as it would be a decided novelty for Dublin’s musical world after the usualhackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell andHilton St Just and their genus omne. Yes, beyond a shadow of a doubt he could with allthe cards in his hand and he had a capital opening to make a name for himself and wina high place in the city’s esteem where he could command a stiff figure and, bookingahead, give a grand concert for the patrons of the King street house, given a backerup,if one were forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so to speak, a big if, however, with someimpetus of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable procrastination which often trippedup a too much fêted prince of good fellows. And it need not detract from the other byone iota as, being his own master, he would have heaps of time to practise literaturein his spare moments when desirous of so doing without its clashing with his vocal careeror containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it was a matter for himself alone. In fact,he had the ball at his feet and that was the very reason why the other, possessed of aremarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort, hung on to him at all. The horse was just then. And later on at apropitious opportunity he purposed (Bloom did), without anyway prying into his privateaffairs on the fools step in where angels principle, advising him to sever his connectionwith a certain budding practitioner who, he noticed, was prone to disparage and even toa slight extent with some hilarious pretext when not present, deprecate him, or whateveryou like to call it which in Bloom’s humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that sideof a person’s character, no pun intended. The horse having reached the end of his tether,so to speak, halted and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added his quota by lettingfall on the floor which the brush would soon brush up and polish, three smoking globesof turds. Slowly three times, one after another, from a full crupper he mired. And humanelyhis driver waited till he (or she) had ended, patient in his scythed car. Side by side Bloom, profiting by the contretemps,with Stephen passed through the gap of the chains, divided by the upright, and, steppingover a strand of mire, went across towards Gardiner street lower, Stephen singing moreboldly, but not loudly, the end of the ballad. Und alle Schiffe brücken. The driver never said a word, good, bad orindifferent, but merely watched the two figures, as he sat on his lowbacked car, both black,one full, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge, to be married by Father Maher. Asthey walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête à tête (which,of course, he was utterly out of) about sirens, enemies of man’s reason, mingled with anumber of other topics of the same category, usurpers, historical cases of the kind whilethe man in the sweeper car or you might as well call it in the sleeper car who in anycase couldn’t possibly hear because they were too far simply sat in his seat near theend of lower Gardiner street and looked after their lowbacked car. [ 17 ]What parallel courses did Bloom and Stephen follow returning? Starting united both at normal walking pacefrom Beresford place they followed in the order named Lower and Middle Gardiner streetsand Mountjoy square, west: then, at reduced pace, each bearing left, Gardiner’s placeby an inadvertence as far as the farther corner of Temple street: then, at reduced pace withinterruptions of halt, bearing right, Temple street, north, as far as Hardwicke place.Approaching, disparate, at relaxed walking pace they crossed both the circus before George’schurch diametrically, the chord in any circle being less than the arc which it subtends. Of what did the duumvirate deliberate duringtheir itinerary? Music, literature, Ireland, Dublin, Paris,friendship, woman, prostitution, diet, the influence of gaslight or the light of arcand glowlamps on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees, exposed corporation emergency dustbuckets,the Roman catholic church, ecclesiastical celibacy, the Irish nation, jesuit education,careers, the study of medicine, the past day, the maleficent influence of the presabbath,Stephen’s collapse. Did Bloom discover common factors of similaritybetween their respective like and unlike reactions to experience? Both were sensitive to artistic impressions,musical in preference to plastic or pictorial. Both preferred a continental to an insularmanner of life, a cisatlantic to a transatlantic place of residence. Both indurated by earlydomestic training and an inherited tenacity of heterodox resistance professed their disbeliefin many orthodox religious, national, social and ethical doctrines. Both admitted the alternatelystimulating and obtunding influence of heterosexual magnetism. Were their views on some points divergent? Stephen dissented openly from Bloom’s viewson the importance of dietary and civic selfhelp while Bloom dissented tacitly from Stephen’sviews on the eternal affirmation of the spirit of man in literature. Bloom assented covertlyto Stephen’s rectification of the anachronism involved in assigning the date of the conversionof the Irish nation to christianity from druidism by Patrick son of Calpornus, son of Potitus,son of Odyssus, sent by pope Celestine I in the year 432 in the reign of Leary to theyear 260 or thereabouts in the reign of Cormac MacArt († 266 A.D.), suffocated by imperfectdeglutition of aliment at Sletty and interred at Rossnaree. The collapse which Bloom ascribedto gastric inanition and certain chemical compounds of varying degrees of adulterationand alcoholic strength, accelerated by mental exertion and the velocity of rapid circularmotion in a relaxing atmosphere, Stephen attributed to the reapparition of a matutinal cloud (perceivedby both from two different points of observation Sandycove and Dublin) at first no bigger thana woman’s hand. Was there one point on which their views wereequal and negative? The influence of gaslight or electric lighton the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees. Had Bloom discussed similar subjects duringnocturnal perambulations in the past? In 1884 with Owen Goldberg and Cecil Turnbullat night on public thoroughfares between Longwood avenue and Leonard’s corner and Leonard’scorner and Synge street and Synge street and Bloomfield avenue. In 1885 with Percy Apjohnin the evenings, reclined against the wall between Gibraltar villa and Bloomfield housein Crumlin, barony of Uppercross. In 1886 occasionally with casual acquaintances andprospective purchasers on doorsteps, in front parlours, in third class railway carriagesof suburban lines. In 1888 frequently with major Brian Tweedy and his daughter Miss MarionTweedy, together and separately on the lounge in Matthew Dillon’s house in Roundtown.Once in 1892 and once in 1893 with Julius (Juda) Mastiansky, on both occasions in theparlour of his (Bloom’s) house in Lombard street, west. What reflection concerning the irregular sequenceof dates 1884, 1885, 1886, 1888, 1892, 1893, 1904 did Bloom make before their arrival attheir destination? He reflected that the progressive extensionof the field of individual development and experience was regressively accompanied bya restriction of the converse domain of interindividual relations. As in what ways? From inexistence to existence he came to manyand was as one received: existence with existence he was with any as any with any: from existenceto nonexistence gone he would be by all as none perceived. What act did Bloom make on their arrival attheir destination? At the housesteps of the 4th of the equidifferentuneven numbers, number 7 Eccles street, he inserted his hand mechanically into the backpocket of his trousers to obtain his latchkey. Was it there? It was in the corresponding pocket of thetrousers which he had worn on the day but one preceding. Why was he doubly irritated? Because he had forgotten and because he rememberedthat he had reminded himself twice not to forget. What were then the alternatives before the,premeditatedly (respectively) and inadvertently, keyless couple? To enter or not to enter. To knock or notto knock. Bloom’s decision? A stratagem. Resting his feet on the dwarfwall, he climbed over the area railings, compressed his hat on his head, grasped two points atthe lower union of rails and stiles, lowered his body gradually by its length of five feetnine inches and a half to within two feet ten inches of the area pavement and allowedhis body to move freely in space by separating himself from the railings and crouching inpreparation for the impact of the fall. Did he fall? By his body’s known weight of eleven stoneand four pounds in avoirdupois measure, as certified by the graduated machine for periodicalselfweighing in the premises of Francis Froedman, pharmaceutical chemist of 19 Frederick street,north, on the last feast of the Ascension, to wit, the twelfth day of May of the bissextileyear one thousand nine hundred and four of the christian era (jewish era five thousandsix hundred and sixtyfour, mohammadan era one thousand three hundred and twentytwo),golden number 5, epact 13, solar cycle 9, dominical letters C B, Roman indiction 2,Julian period 6617, MCMIV. Did he rise uninjured by concussion? Regaining new stable equilibrium he rose uninjuredthough concussed by the impact, raised the latch of the area door by the exertion offorce 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 lucifermatch by friction, set free inflammable coal gas by turning on the ventcock, lit a highflame which, by regulating, he reduced to quiescent candescence and lit finally a portablecandle. What discrete succession of images did Stephenmeanwhile perceive? Reclined against the area railings he perceivedthrough the transparent kitchen panes a man regulating a gasflame of 14 CP, a man lightinga candle of 1 CP, a man removing in turn each of his two boots, a man leaving the kitchenholding a candle. Did the man reappear elsewhere? After a lapse of four minutes the glimmerof his candle was discernible through the semitransparent semicircular glass fanlightover the halldoor. The halldoor turned gradually on its hinges. In the open space of the doorwaythe man reappeared without his hat, with his candle. Did Stephen obey his sign? Yes, entering softly, he helped to close andchain the door and followed softly along the hallway the man’s back and listed feet andlighted candle past a lighted crevice of doorway on the left and carefully down a turning staircaseof more than five steps into the kitchen of Bloom’s house. What did Bloom do? He extinguished the candle by a sharp expirationof breath upon its flame, drew two spoonseat deal chairs to the hearthstone, one for Stephenwith its back to the area window, the other for himself when necessary, knelt on one knee,composed in the grate a pyre of crosslaid resintipped sticks and various coloured papersand irregular polygons of best Abram coal at twentyone shillings a ton from the yardof Messrs Flower and M’Donald of 14 D’Olier street, kindled it at three projecting pointsof paper with one ignited lucifer match, thereby releasing the potential energy contained inthe fuel by allowing its carbon and hydrogen elements to enter into free union with theoxygen of the air. Of what similar apparitions did Stephen think? Of others elsewhere in other times who, kneelingon one knee or on two, had kindled fires for him, of Brother Michael in the infirmary ofthe college of the Society of Jesus at Clongowes Wood, Sallins, in the county of Kildare: ofhis father, Simon Dedalus, in an unfurnished room of his first residence in Dublin, numberthirteen Fitzgibbon street: of his godmother Miss Kate Morkan in the house of her dyingsister Miss Julia Morkan at 15 Usher’s Island: of his aunt Sara, wife of Richie (Richard)Goulding, in the kitchen of their lodgings at 62 Clanbrassil street: of his mother Mary,wife of Simon Dedalus, in the kitchen of number twelve North Richmond street on the morningof the feast of Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of the dean of studies, Father Butt, in thephysics’ theatre of university College, 16 Stephen’s Green, north: of his sisterDilly (Delia) in his father’s house in Cabra. What did Stephen see on raising his gaze tothe height of a yard from the fire towards the opposite wall? Under a row of five coiled spring housebellsa curvilinear rope, stretched between two holdfasts athwart across the recess besidethe chimney pier, from which hung four smallsized square handkerchiefs folded unattached consecutivelyin adjacent rectangles and one pair of ladies’ grey hose with Lisle suspender tops and feetin their habitual position clamped by three erect wooden pegs two at their outer extremitiesand the third at their point of junction. What did Bloom see on the range? On the right (smaller) hob a blue enamelledsaucepan: on the left (larger) hob a black iron kettle. What did Bloom do at the range? He removed the saucepan to the left hob, roseand carried the iron kettle to the sink in order to tap the current by turning the faucetto let it flow. Did it flow? Yes. From Roundwood reservoir in county Wicklowof a cubic capacity of 2400 million gallons, percolating through a subterranean aqueductof filter mains of single and double pipeage constructed at an initial plant cost of £ 5per linear yard by way of the Dargle, Rathdown, Glen of the Downs and Callowhill to the 26acre reservoir at Stillorgan, a distance of 22 statute miles, and thence, through a systemof relieving tanks, by a gradient of 250 feet to the city boundary at Eustace bridge, upperLeeson street, though from prolonged summer drouth and daily supply of 12 1/2 milliongallons the water had fallen below the sill of the overflow weir for which reason theborough surveyor and waterworks engineer, Mr Spencer Harty, C. E., on the instructionsof the waterworks committee had prohibited the use of municipal water for purposes otherthan those of consumption (envisaging the possibility of recourse being had to the impotablewater 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 inchmeter, had been convicted of a wastage of 20,000 gallons per night by a reading of theirmeter on the affirmation of the law agent of the corporation, Mr Ignatius Rice, solicitor,thereby acting to the detriment of another section of the public, selfsupporting taxpayers,solvent, sound. What in water did Bloom, waterlover, drawerof water, watercarrier, returning to the range, admire? Its universality: its democratic equalityand constancy to its nature in seeking its own level: its vastness in the ocean of Mercator’sprojection: its unplumbed profundity in the Sundam trench of the Pacific exceeding 8000fathoms: the restlessness of its waves and surface particles visiting in turn all pointsof its seaboard: the independence of its units: the variability of states of sea: its hydrostaticquiescence in calm: its hydrokinetic turgidity in neap and spring tides: its subsidence afterdevastation: its sterility in the circumpolar icecaps, arctic and antarctic: its climaticand 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 subequatorialtropic of Capricorn: the multisecular stability of its primeval basin: its luteofulvous bed:its capacity to dissolve and hold in solution all soluble substances including millionsof tons of the most precious metals: its slow erosions of peninsulas and islands, its persistentformation of homothetic islands, peninsulas and downwardtending promontories: its alluvialdeposits: its weight and volume and density: its imperturbability in lagoons and highlandtarns: its gradation of colours in the torrid and temperate and frigid zones: its vehicularramifications in continental lakecontained streams and confluent oceanflowing riverswith their tributaries and transoceanic currents, gulfstream, north and south equatorial courses:its violence in seaquakes, waterspouts, Artesian wells, eruptions, torrents, eddies, freshets,spates, groundswells, watersheds, waterpartings, geysers, cataracts, whirlpools, maelstroms,inundations, deluges, cloudbursts: its vast circumterrestrial ahorizontal curve: its secrecyin springs and latent humidity, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments andexemplified by the well by the hole in the wall at Ashtown gate, saturation of air, distillationof dew: the simplicity of its composition, two constituent parts of hydrogen with oneconstituent part of oxygen: its healing virtues: its buoyancy in the waters of the Dead Sea:its persevering penetrativeness in runnels, gullies, inadequate dams, leaks on shipboard:its properties for cleansing, quenching thirst and fire, nourishing vegetation: its infallibilityas paradigm and paragon: its metamorphoses as vapour, mist, cloud, rain, sleet, snow,hail: its strength in rigid hydrants: its variety of forms in loughs and bays and gulfsand bights and guts and lagoons and atolls and archipelagos and sounds and fjords andminches and tidal estuaries and arms of sea: its solidity in glaciers, icebergs, icefloes:its docility in working hydraulic millwheels, turbines, dynamos, electric power stations,bleachworks, tanneries, scutchmills: its utility in canals, rivers, if navigable, floatingand graving docks: its potentiality derivable from harnessed tides or watercourses fallingfrom level to level: its submarine fauna and flora (anacoustic, photophobe), numerically,if not literally, the inhabitants of the globe: its ubiquity as constituting 90 % of the humanbody: the noxiousness of its effluvia in lacustrine marshes, pestilential fens, faded flowerwater,stagnant pools in the waning moon. Having set the halffilled kettle on the nowburning coals, why did he return to the stillflowing tap? To wash his soiled hands with a partiallyconsumed tablet of Barrington’s lemonflavoured soap, to which paper still adhered, (boughtthirteen hours previously for fourpence and still unpaid for), in fresh cold neverchangingeverchanging water and dry them, face and hands, in a long redbordered holland clothpassed over a wooden revolving roller. What reason did Stephen give for decliningBloom’s offer? That he was hydrophobe, hating partial contactby immersion or total by submersion in cold water, (his last bath having taken place inthe month of October of the preceding year), disliking the aqueous substances of glassand crystal, distrusting aquacities of thought and language. What impeded Bloom from giving Stephen counselsof hygiene and prophylactic to which should be added suggestions concerning a preliminarywetting of the head and contraction of the muscles with rapid splashing of the face andneck and thoracic and epigastric region in case of sea or river bathing, the parts ofthe human anatomy most sensitive to cold being the nape, stomach and thenar or sole of foot? The incompatibility of aquacity with the erraticoriginality of genius. What additional didactic counsels did he similarlyrepress? Dietary: concerning the respective percentageof protein and caloric energy in bacon, salt ling and butter, the absence of the formerin the lastnamed and the abundance of the latter in the firstnamed. Which seemed to the host to be the predominantqualities of his guest? Confidence in himself, an equal and oppositepower of abandonment and recuperation. What concomitant phenomenon took place inthe vessel of liquid by the agency of fire? The phenomenon of ebullition. Fanned by aconstant updraught of ventilation between the kitchen and the chimneyflue, ignitionwas communicated from the faggots of precombustible fuel to polyhedral masses of bituminous coal,containing in compressed mineral form the foliated fossilised decidua of primeval forestswhich had in turn derived their vegetative existence from the sun, primal source of heat(radiant), transmitted through omnipresent luminiferous diathermanous ether. Heat (convected),a mode of motion developed by such combustion, was constantly and increasingly conveyed fromthe source of calorification to the liquid contained in the vessel, being radiated throughthe uneven unpolished dark surface of the metal iron, in part reflected, in part absorbed,in part transmitted, gradually raising the temperature of the water from normal to boilingpoint, a rise in temperature expressible as the result of an expenditure of 72 thermalunits needed to raise 1 pound of water from 50° to 212° Fahrenheit. What announced the accomplishment of thisrise in temperature? A double falciform ejection of water vapourfrom under the kettlelid at both sides simultaneously. For what personal purpose could Bloom haveapplied the water so boiled? To shave himself. What advantages attended shaving by night? A softer beard: a softer brush if intentionallyallowed to remain from shave to shave in its agglutinated lather: a softer skin if unexpectedlyencountering female acquaintances in remote places at incustomary hours: quiet reflectionsupon the course of the day: a cleaner sensation when awaking after a fresher sleep since matutinalnoises, premonitions and perturbations, a clattered milkcan, a postman’s double knock,a paper read, reread while lathering, relathering the same spot, a shock, a shoot, with thoughtof aught he sought though fraught with nought might cause a faster rate of shaving and anick on which incision plaster with precision cut and humected and applied adhered: whichwas to be done. Why did absence of light disturb him lessthan presence of noise? Because of the surety of the sense of touchin his firm full masculine feminine passive active hand. What quality did it (his hand) possess butwith what counteracting influence? The operative surgical quality but that hewas reluctant to shed human blood even when the end justified the means, preferring, intheir natural order, heliotherapy, psychophysicotherapeutics, osteopathic surgery. What lay under exposure on the lower, middleand upper shelves of the kitchen dresser, opened by Bloom? On the lower shelf five vertical breakfastplates, six horizontal breakfast saucers on which rested inverted breakfast cups, a moustachecup,uninverted, and saucer of Crown Derby, four white goldrimmed eggcups, an open shammy pursedisplaying coins, mostly copper, and a phial of aromatic (violet) comfits. On the middleshelf a chipped eggcup containing pepper, a drum of table salt, four conglomerated blackolives in oleaginous paper, an empty pot of Plumtree’s potted meat, an oval wicker basketbedded with fibre and containing one Jersey pear, a halfempty bottle of William Gilbeyand Co’s white invalid port, half disrobed of its swathe of coralpink tissue paper, apacket of Epps’s soluble cocoa, five ounces of Anne Lynch’s choice tea at 2/- per lbin a crinkled leadpaper bag, a cylindrical canister containing the best crystallisedlump sugar, two onions, one, the larger, Spanish, entire, the other, smaller, Irish, bisectedwith augmented surface and more redolent, a jar of Irish Model Dairy’s cream, a jugof brown crockery containing a naggin and a quarter of soured adulterated milk, convertedby heat into water, acidulous serum and semisolidified curds, which added to the quantity subtractedfor Mr Bloom’s and Mrs Fleming’s breakfasts, made one imperial pint, the total quantityoriginally delivered, two cloves, a halfpenny and a small dish containing a slice of freshribsteak. On the upper shelf a battery of jamjars (empty) of various sizes and proveniences. What attracted his attention lying on theapron of the dresser? Four polygonal fragments of two laceratedscarlet betting tickets, numbered 8 87, 88 6. What reminiscences temporarily corrugatedhis brow? Reminiscences of coincidences, truth strangerthan fiction, preindicative of the result of the Gold Cup flat handicap, the officialand definitive result of which he had read in the Evening Telegraph, late pink edition,in the cabman’s shelter, at Butt bridge. Where had previous intimations of the result,effected or projected, been received by him? In Bernard Kiernan’s licensed premises 8,9 and 10 little Britain street: in David Byrne’s licensed premises, 14 Duke street: in O’Connellstreet lower, outside Graham Lemon’s when a dark man had placed in his hand a throwaway(subsequently thrown away), advertising Elijah, restorer of the church in Zion: in Lincolnplace outside the premises of F. W. Sweny and Co (Limited), dispensing chemists, when,when Frederick M. (Bantam) Lyons had rapidly and successively requested, perused and restitutedthe copy of the current issue of the Freeman’s Journal and National Press which he had beenabout to throw away (subsequently thrown away), he had proceeded towards the oriental edificeof the Turkish and Warm Baths, 11 Leinster street, with the light of inspiration shiningin his countenance and bearing in his arms the secret of the race, graven in the languageof prediction. What qualifying considerations allayed hisperturbations? The difficulties of interpretation since thesignificance of any event followed its occurrence as variably as the acoustic report followedthe electrical discharge and of counterestimating against an actual loss by failure to interpretthe total sum of possible losses proceeding originally from a successful interpretation. His mood? He had not risked, he did not expect, he hadnot been disappointed, he was satisfied. What satisfied him? To have sustained no positive loss. To havebrought 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 spoonfuls,four in all, of Epps’s soluble cocoa and proceeded according to the directions foruse printed on the label, to each adding after sufficient time for infusion the prescribedingredients for diffusion in the manner and in the quantity prescribed. What supererogatory marks of special hospitalitydid the host show his guest? Relinquishing his symposiarchal right to themoustache cup of imitation Crown Derby presented to him by his only daughter, Millicent (Milly),he substituted a cup identical with that of his guest and served extraordinarily to hisguest and, in reduced measure, to himself the viscous cream ordinarily reserved forthe breakfast of his wife Marion (Molly). Was the guest conscious of and did he acknowledgethese marks of hospitality? His attention was directed to them by hishost jocosely, and he accepted them seriously as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps’smassproduct, the creature cocoa. Were there marks of hospitality which he contemplatedbut suppressed, reserving them for another and for himself on future occasions to completethe act begun? The reparation of a fissure of the lengthof 1 1/2 inches in the right side of his guest’s jacket. A gift to his guest of one of thefour lady’s handkerchiefs, if and when ascertained to be in a presentable condition. Who drank more quickly? Bloom, having the advantage of ten secondsat the initiation and taking, from the concave surface of a spoon along the handle of whicha steady flow of heat was conducted, three sips to his opponent’s one, six to two,nine to three. What cerebration accompanied his frequentativeact? Concluding by inspection but erroneously thathis silent companion was engaged in mental composition he reflected on the pleasuresderived from literature of instruction rather than of amusement as he himself had appliedto the works of William Shakespeare more than once for the solution of difficult problemsin imaginary or real life. Had he found their solution? In spite of careful and repeated reading ofcertain classical passages, aided by a glossary, he had derived imperfect conviction from thetext, the answers not bearing in all points. What lines concluded his first piece of originalverse written by him, potential poet, at the age of 11 in 1877 on the occasion of the offeringof three prizes of 10/-, 5/- and 2/6 respectively for competition by the Shamrock, a weeklynewspaper? An ambition to squintAt my verses in print Makes me hope that for these you’ll findroom. If you so condescendThen please place at the end The name of yours truly, L. Bloom. Did he find four separating forces betweenhis temporary guest and him? Name, age, race, creed. What anagrams had he made on his name in youth? Leopold BloomEllpodbomool MolldopeloobBollopedoom Old Ollebo, M. P. What acrostic upon the abbreviation of hisfirst name had he (kinetic poet) sent to Miss Marion (Molly) Tweedy on the 14 February 1888? Poets oft have sung in rhymeOf 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 topicalsong (music by R. G. Johnston) on the events of the past, or fixtures for the actual, years,entitled If Brian Boru could but come back and see old Dublin now, commissioned by MichaelGunn, lessee of the Gaiety Theatre, 46, 47, 48, 49 South King street, and to be introducedinto the sixth scene, the valley of diamonds, of the second edition (30 January 1893) ofthe grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the Sailor (produced by R. Shelton 26 December1892, written by Greenleaf Whittier, scenery by George A. Jackson and Cecil Hicks, costumesby Mrs and Miss Whelan under the personal supervision of Mrs Michael Gunn, ballets byJessie Noir, harlequinade by Thomas Otto) and sung by Nelly Bouverist, principal girl? Firstly, oscillation between events of imperialand of local interest, the anticipated diamond jubilee of Queen Victoria (born 1820, acceded1837) and the posticipated opening of the new municipal fish market: secondly, apprehensionof opposition from extreme circles on the questions of the respective visits of TheirRoyal Highnesses the duke and duchess of York (real) and of His Majesty King Brian Boru(imaginary): thirdly, a conflict between professional etiquette and professional emulation concerningthe recent erections of the Grand Lyric Hall on Burgh Quay and the Theatre Royal in Hawkinsstreet: fourthly, distraction resultant from compassion for Nelly Bouverist’s non-intellectual,non-political, non-topical expression of countenance and concupiscence caused by Nelly Bouverist’srevelations of white articles of non-intellectual, non-political, non-topical underclothing whileshe (Nelly Bouverist) was in the articles: fifthly, the difficulties of the selectionof appropriate music and humorous allusions from Everybody’s Book of Jokes (1000 pagesand a laugh in every one): sixthly, the rhymes, homophonous and cacophonous, associated withthe names of the new lord mayor, Daniel Tallon, the new high sheriff, Thomas Pile and thenew solicitorgeneral, Dunbar Plunket Barton. What relation existed between their ages? 16 years before in 1888 when Bloom was ofStephen’s present age Stephen was 6. 16 years after in 1920 when Stephen would beof Bloom’s present age Bloom would be 54. In 1936 when Bloom would be 70 and Stephen54 their ages initially in the ratio of 16 to 0 would be as 17 1/2 to 13 1/2, the proportionincreasing and the disparity diminishing according as arbitrary future years were added, forif the proportion existing in 1883 had continued immutable, conceiving that to be possible,till then 1904 when Stephen was 22 Bloom would be 374 and in 1920 when Stephen would be 38,as Bloom then was, Bloom would be 646 while in 1952 when Stephen would have attained themaximum postdiluvian age of 70 Bloom, being 1190 years alive having been born in the year714, would have surpassed by 221 years the maximum antediluvian age, that of Methusalah,969 years, while, if Stephen would continue to live until he would attain that age inthe year 3072 A.D., Bloom would have been obliged to have been alive 83,300 years, havingbeen obliged to have been born in the year 81,396 B.C. What events might nullify these calculations? The cessation of existence of both or either,the inauguration of a new era or calendar, the annihilation of the world and consequentextermination of the human species, inevitable but impredictable. How many previous encounters proved theirpreexisting acquaintance? Two. The first in the lilacgarden of MatthewDillon’s house, Medina Villa, Kimmage road, Roundtown, in 1887, in the company of Stephen’smother, 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 of1892, in the company of Stephen’s father and Stephen’s granduncle, Stephen beingthen 5 years older. Did Bloom accept the invitation to dinnergiven then by the son and afterwards seconded by the father? Very gratefully, with grateful appreciation,with sincere appreciative gratitude, in appreciatively grateful sincerity of regret, he declined. Did their conversation on the subject of thesereminiscences reveal a third connecting link between them? Mrs Riordan (Dante), a widow of independentmeans, had resided in the house of Stephen’s parents from 1 September 1888 to 29 December1891 and had also resided during the years 1892, 1893 and 1894 in the City Arms Hotelowned by Elizabeth O’Dowd of 54 Prussia street where, during parts of the years 1893and 1894, she had been a constant informant of Bloom who resided also in the same hotel,being at that time a clerk in the employment of Joseph Cuffe of 5 Smithfield for the superintendenceof sales in the adjacent Dublin Cattle market on the North Circular road. Had he performed any special corporal workof mercy for her? He had sometimes propelled her on warm summerevenings, an infirm widow of independent, if limited, means, in her convalescent bathchairwith slow revolutions of its wheels as far as the corner of the North Circular road oppositeMr Gavin Low’s place of business where she had remained for a certain time scanning throughhis onelensed binocular fieldglasses unrecognisable citizens on tramcars, roadster bicycles equippedwith inflated pneumatic tyres, hackney carriages, tandems, private and hired landaus, dogcarts,ponytraps and brakes passing from the city to the Phoenix Park and vice versa. Why could he then support that his vigil withthe greater equanimity? Because in middle youth he had often sat observingthrough a rondel of bossed glass of a multicoloured pane the spectacle offered with continualchanges of the thoroughfare without, pedestrians, quadrupeds, velocipedes, vehicles, passingslowly, quickly, evenly, round and round and round the rim of a round and round precipitousglobe. What distinct different memories had eachof her now eight years deceased? The older, her bezique cards and counters,her Skye terrier, her suppositious wealth, her lapses of responsiveness and incipientcatarrhal deafness: the younger, her lamp of colza oil before the statue of the ImmaculateConception, her green and maroon brushes for Charles Stewart Parnell and for Michael Davitt,her tissue papers. Were there no means still remaining to himto achieve the rejuvenation which these reminiscences divulged to a younger companion rendered themore desirable? The indoor exercises, formerly intermittentlypractised, subsequently abandoned, prescribed in Eugen Sandow’s Physical Strength andHow to Obtain It which, designed particularly for commercial men engaged in sedentary occupations,were to be made with mental concentration in front of a mirror so as to bring into playthe various families of muscles and produce successively a pleasant rigidity, a more pleasantrelaxation and the most pleasant repristination of juvenile agility. Had any special agility been his in earlieryouth? Though ringweight lifting had been beyondhis strength and the full circle gyration beyond his courage yet as a High school scholarhe had excelled in his stable and protracted execution of the half lever movement on theparallel bars in consequence of his abnormally developed abdominal muscles. Did either openly allude to their racial difference? Neither. What, reduced to their simplest reciprocalform, were Bloom’s thoughts about Stephen’s thoughts about Bloom and about Stephen’sthoughts about Bloom’s thoughts about Stephen? He thought that he thought that he was a jewwhereas he knew that he knew that he knew that he was not. What, the enclosures of reticence removed,were their respective parentages? Bloom, only born male transubstantial heirof Rudolf Virag (subsequently Rudolph Bloom) of Szombathely, Vienna, Budapest, Milan, Londonand Dublin and of Ellen Higgins, second daughter of Julius Higgins (born Karoly) and FannyHiggins (born Hegarty). Stephen, eldest surviving male consubstantial heir of Simon Dedalusof Cork and Dublin and of Mary, daughter of Richard and Christina Goulding (born Grier). Had Bloom and Stephen been baptised, and whereand by whom, cleric or layman? Bloom (three times), by the reverend Mr GilmerJohnston M. A., alone, in the protestant church of Saint Nicholas Without, Coombe, by JamesO’Connor, Philip Gilligan and James Fitzpatrick, together, under a pump in the village of Swords,and by the reverend Charles Malone C. C., in the church of the Three Patrons, Rathgar.Stephen (once) by the reverend Charles Malone C. C., alone, in the church of the Three Patrons,Rathgar. Did they find their educational careers similar? Substituting Stephen for Bloom Stoom wouldhave passed successively through a dame’s school and the high school. Substituting Bloomfor Stephen Blephen would have passed successively through the preparatory, junior, middle andsenior grades of the intermediate and through the matriculation, first arts, second artsand arts degree courses of the royal university. Why did Bloom refrain from stating that hehad frequented the university of life? Because of his fluctuating incertitude asto whether this observation had or had not been already made by him to Stephen or byStephen to him. What two temperaments did they individuallyrepresent? The scientific. The artistic. What proofs did Bloom adduce to prove thathis tendency was towards applied, rather than towards pure, science? Certain possible inventions of which he hadcogitated when reclining in a state of supine repletion to aid digestion, stimulated byhis appreciation of the importance of inventions now common but once revolutionary, for example,the aeronautic parachute, the reflecting telescope, the spiral corkscrew, the safety pin, themineral water siphon, the canal lock with winch and sluice, the suction pump. Were these inventions principally intendedfor an improved scheme of kindergarten? Yes, rendering obsolete popguns, elastic airbladders,games of hazard, catapults. They comprised astronomical kaleidoscopes exhibiting thetwelve constellations of the zodiac from Aries to Pisces, miniature mechanical orreries,arithmetical gelatine lozenges, geometrical to correspond with zoological biscuits, globemapplaying balls, historically costumed dolls. What also stimulated him in his cogitations? The financial success achieved by EphraimMarks and Charles A. James, the former by his 1d bazaar at 42 George’s street, south,the latter at his 6 1/2d shop and world’s fancy fair and waxwork exhibition at 30 Henrystreet, admission 2d, children 1d: and the infinite possibilities hitherto unexploitedof the modern art of advertisement if condensed in triliteral monoideal symbols, verticallyof maximum visibility (divined), horizontally of maximum legibility (deciphered) and ofmagnetising efficacy to arrest involuntary attention, to interest, to convince, to decide. Such as? K. 11. Kino’s 11/— Trousers. House of Keys. Alexander J. Keyes. Such as not? Look at this long candle. Calculate when itburns out and you receive gratis 1 pair of our special non-compo boots, guaranteed 1candle power. Address: Barclay and Cook, 18 Talbot street.Bacilikil (Insect Powder). Veribest (Boot Blacking).Uwantit (Combined pocket twoblade penknife with corkscrew, nailfile and pipecleaner). Such as never? What is home without Plumtree’s Potted Meat?Incomplete. With it an abode of bliss.Manufactured by George Plumtree, 23 Merchants’ quay, Dublin, put up in 4 oz pots, and insertedby Councillor Joseph P. Nannetti, M. P., Rotunda Ward, 19 Hardwicke street, under the obituarynotices and anniversaries of deceases. The name on the label is Plumtree. A plumtreein a meatpot, registered trade mark. Beware of imitations. Peatmot. Trumplee. Moutpat.Plamtroo. Which example did he adduce to induce Stephento deduce that originality, though producing its own reward, does not invariably conduceto success? His own ideated and rejected project of anilluminated showcart, drawn by a beast of burden, in which two smartly dressed girlswere to be seated engaged in writing. What suggested scene was then constructedby Stephen? Solitary hotel in mountain pass. Autumn. Twilight.Fire lit. In dark corner young man seated. Young woman enters. Restless. Solitary. Shesits. She goes to window. She stands. She sits. Twilight. She thinks. On solitary hotelpaper 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 sloping, upright and backhands: Queen’sHotel, Queen’s Hotel, Queen’s Hotel. Queen’s Ho... What suggested scene was then reconstructedby Bloom? The Queen’s Hotel, Ennis, county Clare,where Rudolph Bloom (Rudolf Virag) died on the evening of the 27 June 1886, at some hourunstated, in consequence of an overdose of monkshood (aconite) selfadministered in theform of a neuralgic liniment composed of 2 parts of aconite liniment to 1 of chloroformliniment (purchased by him at 10.20 a.m. on the morning of 27 June 1886 at the medicalhall of Francis Dennehy, 17 Church street, Ennis) after having, though not in consequenceof having, purchased at 3.15 p.m. on the afternoon of 27 June 1886 a new boater straw hat, extrasmart (after having, though not in consequence of having, purchased at the hour and in theplace aforesaid, the toxin aforesaid), at the general drapery store of James Cullen,4 Main street, Ennis. Did he attribute this homonymity to informationor coincidence or intuition? Coincidence. Did he depict the scene verbally for his guestto see? He preferred himself to see another’s faceand listen to another’s words by which potential narration was realised and kinetic temperamentrelieved. Did he see only a second coincidence in thesecond scene narrated to him, described by the narrator as A Pisgah Sight of Palestineor The Parable of the Plums? It, with the preceding scene and with othersunnarrated but existent by implication, to which add essays on various subjects or moralapothegms (e.g. My Favourite Hero or Procrastination is the Thief of Time) composed during schoolyears,seemed to him to contain in itself and in conjunction with the personal equation certainpossibilities of financial, social, personal and sexual success, whether specially collectedand selected as model pedagogic themes (of cent per cent merit) for the use of preparatoryand junior grade students or contributed in printed form, following the precedent of PhilipBeaufoy or Doctor Dick or Heblon’s Studies in Blue, to a publication of certified circulationand solvency or employed verbally as intellectual stimulation for sympathetic auditors, tacitlyappreciative of successful narrative and confidently augurative of successful achievement, duringthe increasingly longer nights gradually following the summer solstice on the day but three following,videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June (S. Aloysius Gonzaga), sunrise 3.33 a.m., sunset 8.29 p.m. Which domestic problem as much as, if notmore than, any other frequently engaged his mind? What to do with our wives. What had been his hypothetical singular solutions? Parlour games (dominos, halma, tiddledywinks,spilikins, cup and ball, nap, spoil five, bezique, twentyfive, beggar my neighbour,draughts, chess or backgammon): embroidery, darning or knitting for the policeaided clothingsociety: musical duets, mandoline and guitar, piano and flute, guitar and piano: legal scriveneryor envelope addressing: biweekly visits to variety entertainments: commercial activityas pleasantly commanding and pleasingly obeyed mistress proprietress in a cool dairy shopor warm cigar divan: the clandestine satisfaction of erotic irritation in masculine brothels,state inspected and medically controlled: social visits, at regular infrequent preventedintervals and with regular frequent preventive superintendence, to and from female acquaintancesof recognised respectability in the vicinity: courses of evening instruction specially designedto render liberal instruction agreeable. What instances of deficient mental developmentin his wife inclined him in favour of the lastmentioned (ninth) solution? In disoccupied moments she had more than oncecovered a sheet of paper with signs and hieroglyphics which she stated were Greek and Irish andHebrew characters. She had interrogated constantly at varying intervals as to the correct methodof writing the capital initial of the name of a city in Canada, Quebec. She understoodlittle of political complications, internal, or balance of power, external. In calculatingthe addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid. After completion of laconicepistolary compositions she abandoned the implement of calligraphy in the encausticpigment, exposed to the corrosive action of copperas, green vitriol and nutgall. Unusualpolysyllables 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 herintelligence for these and such deficiencies of judgment regarding persons, places andthings? The false apparent parallelism of all perpendiculararms of all balances, proved true by construction. The counterbalance of her proficiency of judgmentregarding one person, proved true by experiment. How had he attempted to remedy this stateof comparative ignorance? Variously. By leaving in a conspicuous placea certain book open at a certain page: by assuming in her, when alluding explanatorily,latent knowledge: by open ridicule in her presence of some absent other’s ignorantlapse. With what success had he attempted directinstruction? She followed not all, a part of the whole,gave attention with interest comprehended with surprise, with care repeated, with greaterdifficulty remembered, forgot with ease, with misgiving reremembered, rerepeated with error. What system had proved more effective? Indirect suggestion implicating selfinterest. Example? She disliked umbrella with rain, he likedwoman with umbrella, she disliked new hat with rain, he liked woman with new hat, hebought new hat with rain, she carried umbrella with new hat. Accepting the analogy implied in his guest’sparable which examples of postexilic eminence did he adduce? Three seekers of the pure truth, Moses ofEgypt, Moses Maimonides, author of More Nebukim (Guide of the Perplexed) and Moses Mendelssohnof such eminence that from Moses (of Egypt) to Moses (Mendelssohn) there arose none likeMoses (Maimonides). What statement was made, under correction,by Bloom concerning a fourth seeker of pure truth, by name Aristotle, mentioned, withpermission, by Stephen? That the seeker mentioned had been a pupilof a rabbinical philosopher, name uncertain. Were other anapocryphal illustrious sons ofthe law and children of a selected or rejected race mentioned? Felix Bartholdy Mendelssohn (composer), BaruchSpinoza (philosopher), Mendoza (pugilist), Ferdinand Lassalle (reformer, duellist). What fragments of verse from the ancient Hebrewand ancient Irish languages were cited with modulations of voice and translation of textsby guest to host and by host to guest? By Stephen: suil, suil, suil arun, suil gosiocair agus suil go cuin (walk, walk, walk your way, walk in safety, walk with care). By Bloom: Kifeloch, harimon rakatejch m’baadl’zamatejch (thy temple amid thy hair is as a slice of pomegranate). How was a glyphic comparison of the phonicsymbols of both languages made in substantiation of the oral comparison? By juxtaposition. On the penultimate blankpage of a book of inferior literary style, entituled Sweets of Sin (produced by Bloomand so manipulated that its front cover came in contact with the surface of the table)with a pencil (supplied by Stephen) Stephen wrote the Irish characters for gee, eh, dee,em, simple and modified, and Bloom in turn wrote the Hebrew characters ghimel, aleph,daleth and (in the absence of mem) a substituted qoph, explaining their arithmetical valuesas ordinal and cardinal numbers, videlicet 3, 1, 4, and 100. Was the knowledge possessed by both of eachof these languages, the extinct and the revived, theoretical or practical? Theoretical, being confined to certain grammaticalrules of accidence and syntax and practically excluding vocabulary. What points of contact existed between theselanguages and between the peoples who spoke them? The presence of guttural sounds, diacriticaspirations, epenthetic and servile letters in both languages: their antiquity, both havingbeen taught on the plain of Shinar 242 years after the deluge in the seminary institutedby Fenius Farsaigh, descendant of Noah, progenitor of Israel, and ascendant of Heber and Heremon,progenitors of Ireland: their archaeological, genealogical, hagiographical, exegetical,homiletic, toponomastic, historical and religious literatures comprising the works of rabbisand culdees, Torah, Talmud (Mischna and Ghemara), Massor, Pentateuch, Book of the Dun Cow, Bookof Ballymote, Garland of Howth, Book of Kells: their dispersal, persecution, survival andrevival: the isolation of their synagogical and ecclesiastical rites in ghetto (S. Mary’sAbbey) and masshouse (Adam and Eve’s tavern): the proscription of their national costumesin penal laws and jewish dress acts: the restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the possibilityof Irish political autonomy or devolution. What anthem did Bloom chant partially in anticipationof that multiple, ethnically irreducible consummation? Kolod balejwaw pnimahNefesch, jehudi, homijah. Why was the chant arrested at the conclusionof 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 reflectionsmerge? The increasing simplification traceable fromthe Egyptian epigraphic hieroglyphs to the Greek and Roman alphabets and the anticipationof modern stenography and telegraphic code in the cuneiform inscriptions (Semitic) andthe virgular quinquecostate ogham writing (Celtic). Did the guest comply with his host’s request? Doubly, by appending his signature in Irishand Roman characters. What was Stephen’s auditive sensation? He heard in a profound ancient male unfamiliarmelody the accumulation of the past. What was Bloom’s visual sensation? He saw in a quick young male familiar formthe predestination of a future. What were Stephen’s and Bloom’s quasisimultaneousvolitional quasisensations of concealed identities? Visually, Stephen’s: The traditional figureof hypostasis, depicted by Johannes Damascenus, Lentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus asleucodermic, sesquipedalian with winedark hair. Auditively, Bloom’s: The traditional accentof the ecstasy of catastrophe. What future careers had been possible forBloom in the past and with what exemplars? In the church, Roman, Anglican or Nonconformist:exemplars, the very reverend John Conmee S. J., the reverend T. Salmon, D. D., provostof Trinity college, Dr Alexander J. Dowie. At the bar, English or Irish: exemplars, SeymourBushe, K. C., Rufus Isaacs, K. C. On the stage, modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, CharlesWyndham, high comedian, Osmond Tearle († 1901), exponent of Shakespeare. Did the host encourage his guest to chantin a modulated voice a strange legend on an allied theme? Reassuringly, their place, where none couldhear them talk, being secluded, reassured, the decocted beverages, allowing for subsolidresidual sediment of a mechanical mixture, water plus sugar plus cream plus cocoa, havingbeen consumed. Recite the first (major) part of this chantedlegend. Little Harry Hughes and his schoolfellowsall Went out for to play ball.And the very first ball little Harry Hughes playedHe drove it o’er the jew’s garden wall. And the very second ball little Harry Hughesplayed He broke the jew’s windows all. littleharryhughes How did the son of Rudolph receive this firstpart? With unmixed feeling. Smiling, a jew, he heardwith pleasure and saw the unbroken kitchen window. Recite the second part (minor) of the legend. Then out there came the jew’s daughterAnd she all dressed in green. “Come back, come back, you pretty littleboy, And play your ball again.” I can’t come back and I won’t come backWithout my schoolfellows all. For if my master he did hearHe’d make it a sorry ball.” She took him by the lilywhite handAnd led him along the hall Until she led him to a roomWhere none could hear him call. She took a penknife out of her pocketAnd cut off his little head. And now he’ll play his ball no moreFor he lies among the dead. outcamethejew How did the father of Millicent receive thissecond part? With mixed feelings. Unsmiling, he heard andsaw with wonder a jew’s daughter, all dressed in green. Condense Stephen’s commentary. One of all, the least of all, is the victimpredestined. Once by inadvertence twice by design he challenges his destiny. It comeswhen he is abandoned and challenges him reluctant and, as an apparition of hope and youth, holdshim unresisting. It leads him to a strange habitation, to a secret infidel apartment,and there, implacable, immolates him, consenting. Why was the host (victim predestined) sad? He wished that a tale of a deed should betold of a deed not by him should by him not be told. Why was the host (reluctant, unresisting)still? In accordance with the law of the conservationof energy. Why was the host (secret infidel) silent? He weighed the possible evidences for andagainst ritual murder: the incitations of the hierarchy, the superstition of the populace,the propagation of rumour in continued fraction of veridicity, the envy of opulence, the influenceof retaliation, the sporadic reappearance of atavistic delinquency, the mitigating circumstancesof fanaticism, hypnotic suggestion and somnambulism. From which (if any) of these mental or physicaldisorders was he not totally immune? From hypnotic suggestion: once, waking, hehad not recognised his sleeping apartment: more than once, waking, he had been for anindefinite time incapable of moving or uttering sounds. From somnambulism: once, sleeping,his body had risen, crouched and crawled in the direction of a heatless fire and, havingattained its destination, there, curled, unheated, in night attire had lain, sleeping. Had this latter or any cognate phenomenondeclared itself in any member of his family? Twice, in Holles street and in Ontario terrace,his daughter Millicent (Milly) at the ages of 6 and 8 years had uttered in sleep an exclamationof terror and had replied to the interrogations of two figures in night attire with a vacantmute expression. What other infantile memories had he of her? 15 June 1889. A querulous newborn female infantcrying to cause and lessen congestion. A child renamed Padney Socks she shook with shocksher moneybox: counted his three free moneypenny buttons, one, tloo, tlee: a doll, a boy, asailor she cast away: blond, born of two dark, she had blond ancestry, remote, a violation,Herr Hauptmann Hainau, Austrian army, proximate, a hallucination, lieutenant Mulvey, Britishnavy. What endemic characteristics were present? Conversely the nasal and frontal formationwas derived in a direct line of lineage which, though interrupted, would continue at distantintervals to more distant intervals to its most distant intervals. What memories had he of her adolescence? She relegated her hoop and skippingrope toa recess. On the duke’s lawn, entreated by an English visitor, she declined to permithim to make and take away her photographic image (objection not stated). On the SouthCircular road in the company of Elsa Potter, followed by an individual of sinister aspect,she 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 Mullingar, countyWestmeath, making a brief allusion to a local student (faculty and year not stated). Did that first division, portending a seconddivision, afflict him? Less than he had imagined, more than he hadhoped. What second departure was contemporaneouslyperceived by him similarly, if differently? A temporary departure of his cat. Why similarly, why differently? Similarly, because actuated by a secret purposethe quest of a new male (Mullingar student) or of a healing herb (valerian). Differently,because of different possible returns to the inhabitants or to the habitation. In other respects were their differences similar? In passivity, in economy, in the instinctof tradition, in unexpectedness. As? Inasmuch as leaning she sustained her blondhair for him to ribbon it for her (cf neckarching cat). Moreover, on the free surface of thelake in Stephen’s green amid inverted reflections of trees her uncommented spit, describingconcentric circles of waterrings, indicated by the constancy of its permanence the locusof a somnolent prostrate fish (cf mousewatching cat). Again, in order to remember the date,combatants, issue and consequences of a famous military engagement she pulled a plait ofher hair (cf earwashing cat). Furthermore, silly Milly, she dreamed of having had anunspoken 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 (cfhearthdreaming cat). Hence, in passivity, in economy, in the instinct of tradition,in unexpectedness, their differences were similar. In what way had he utilised gifts (1) an owl,2) a clock, given as matrimonial auguries, to interest and to instruct her? As object lessons to explain: 1) the natureand habits of oviparous animals, the possibility of aerial flight, certain abnormalities ofvision, the secular process of imbalsamation: 2) the principle of the pendulum, exemplifiedin bob, wheelgear and regulator, the translation in terms of human or social regulation ofthe various positions of clockwise moveable indicators on an unmoving dial, the exactitudeof the recurrence per hour of an instant in each hour when the longer and the shorterindicator were at the same angle of inclination, videlicet, 5 5/11 minutes past each hour perhour in arithmetical progression. In what manners did she reciprocate? She remembered: on the 27th anniversary ofhis birth she presented to him a breakfast moustachecup of imitation Crown Derby porcelainware. She provided: at quarter day or thereabouts if or when purchases had been made by himnot 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 theimmediate desire to possess without gradual acquisition a fraction of his science, themoiety, the quarter, a thousandth part. What proposal did Bloom, diambulist, fatherof Milly, somnambulist, make to Stephen, noctambulist? To pass in repose the hours intervening betweenThursday (proper) and Friday (normal) on an extemporised cubicle in the apartment immediatelyabove the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the sleeping apartment of his host andhostess. What various advantages would or might haveresulted from a prolongation of such an extemporisation? For the guest: security of domicile and seclusionof study. For the host: rejuvenation of intelligence, vicarious satisfaction. For the hostess: disintegrationof obsession, acquisition of correct Italian pronunciation. Why might these several provisional contingenciesbetween a guest and a hostess not necessarily preclude or be precluded by a permanent eventualityof reconciliatory union between a schoolfellow and a jew’s daughter? Because the way to daughter led through mother,the way to mother through daughter. To what inconsequent polysyllabic questionof his host did the guest return a monosyllabic negative answer? If he had known the late Mrs Emily Sinico,accidentally killed at Sydney Parade railway station, 14 October 1903. What inchoate corollary statement was consequentlysuppressed by the host? A statement explanatory of his absence onthe occasion of the interment of Mrs Mary Dedalus (born Goulding), 26 June 1903, vigilof the anniversary of the decease of Rudolph Bloom (born Virag). Was the proposal of asylum accepted? Promptly, inexplicably, with amicability,gratefully it was declined. What exchange of money took place betweenhost and guest? The former returned to the latter, withoutinterest, a sum of money (£ 1-7-0), one pound seven shillings sterling, advanced by thelatter to the former. What counterproposals were alternately advanced,accepted, modified, declined, restated in other terms, reaccepted, ratified, reconfirmed? To inaugurate a prearranged course of Italianinstruction, place the residence of the instructed. To inaugurate a course of vocal instruction,place the residence of the instructress. To inaugurate a series of static, semistaticand peripatetic intellectual dialogues, places the residence of both speakers (if both speakerswere resident in the same place), the Ship hotel and tavern, 6 Lower Abbey street (W.and E. Connery, proprietors), the National Library of Ireland, 10 Kildare street, theNational Maternity Hospital, 29, 30 and 31 Holles street, a public garden, the vicinityof a place of worship, a conjunction of two or more public thoroughfares, the point ofbisection of a right line drawn between their residences (if both speakers were residentin different places). What rendered problematic for Bloom the realisationof these mutually selfexcluding propositions? The irreparability of the past: once at aperformance of Albert Hengler’s circus in the Rotunda, Rutland square, Dublin, an intuitiveparticoloured clown in quest of paternity had penetrated from the ring to a place inthe auditorium where Bloom, solitary, was seated and had publicly declared to an exhilaratedaudience that he (Bloom) was his (the clown’s) papa. The imprevidibility of the future: oncein the summer of 1898 he (Bloom) had marked a florin (2/-) with three notches on the millededge and tendered it in payment of an account due to and received by J. and T. Davy, familygrocers, 1 Charlemont Mall, Grand Canal, for circulation on the waters of civic finance,for possible, circuitous or direct, return. Was the clown Bloom’s son? No. Had Bloom’s coin returned? Never. Why would a recurrent frustration the moredepress him? Because at the critical turningpoint of humanexistence he desired to amend many social conditions, the product of inequality andavarice and international animosity. He believed then that human life was infinitelyperfectible, eliminating these conditions? There remained the generic conditions imposedby natural, as distinct from human law, as integral parts of the human whole: the necessityof destruction to procure alimentary sustenance: the painful character of the ultimate functionsof separate existence, the agonies of birth and death: the monotonous menstruation ofsimian and (particularly) human females extending from the age of puberty to the menopause:inevitable accidents at sea, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies andtheir resultant surgical operations, innate lunacy and congenital criminality, decimatingepidemics: catastrophic cataclysms which make terror the basis of human mentality: seismicupheavals the epicentres of which are located in densely populated regions: the fact ofvital growth, through convulsions of metamorphosis, from infancy through maturity to decay. Why did he desist from speculation? Because it was a task for a superior intelligenceto substitute other more acceptable phenomena in the place of the less acceptable phenomenato be removed. Did Stephen participate in his dejection? He affirmed his significance as a consciousrational animal proceeding syllogistically from the known to the unknown and a consciousrational reagent between a micro and a macrocosm ineluctably constructed upon the incertitudeof the void. Was this affirmation apprehended by Bloom? Not verbally. Substantially. What comforted his misapprehension? That as a competent keyless citizen he hadproceeded energetically from the unknown to the known through the incertitude of the void. In what order of precedence, with what attendantceremony was the exodus from the house of bondage to the wilderness of inhabitationeffected? Lighted Candle in Stick borne byBLOOM Diaconal Hat on Ashplant borne bySTEPHEN With what intonation secreto of what commemorativepsalm? The 113th, modus peregrinus: In exitu Israëlde Egypto: domus Jacob de populo barbaro. What did each do at the door of egress? Bloom set the candlestick on the floor. Stephenput the hat on his head. For what creature was the door of egress adoor of ingress? For a cat. What spectacle confronted them when they,first the host, then the guest, emerged silently, doubly dark, from obscurity by a passage fromthe rere of the house into the penumbra of the garden? The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightbluefruit. With what meditations did Bloom accompanyhis demonstration to his companion of various constellations? Meditations of evolution increasingly vaster:of the moon invisible in incipient lunation, approaching perigee: of the infinite lattiginousscintillating uncondensed milky way, discernible by daylight by an observer placed at the lowerend of a cylindrical vertical shaft 5000 ft deep sunk from the surface towards the centreof the earth: of Sirius (alpha in Canis Maior) 10 lightyears (57,000,000,000,000 miles) distantand in volume 900 times the dimension of our planet: of Arcturus: of the precession ofequinoxes: of Orion with belt and sextuple sun theta and nebula in which 100 of our solarsystems 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 parallacticdrift of socalled fixed stars, in reality evermoving wanderers from immeasurably remoteeons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with which the years, threescore and ten,of allotted human life formed a parenthesis of infinitesimal brevity. Were there obverse meditations of involutionincreasingly less vast? Of the eons of geological periods recordedin the stratifications of the earth: of the myriad minute entomological organic existencesconcealed in cavities of the earth, beneath removable stones, in hives and mounds, ofmicrobes, germs, bacteria, bacilli, spermatozoa: of the incalculable trillions of billionsof millions of imperceptible molecules contained by cohesion of molecular affinity in a singlepinhead: of the universe of human serum constellated with red and white bodies, themselves universesof void space constellated with other bodies, each, in continuity, its universe of divisiblecomponent bodies of which each was again divisible in divisions of redivisible component bodies,dividends and divisors ever diminishing without actual division till, if the progress werecarried far enough, nought nowhere was never reached. Why did he not elaborate these calculationsto a more precise result? Because some years previously in 1886 whenoccupied with the problem of the quadrature of the circle he had learned of the existenceof a number computed to a relative degree of accuracy to be of such magnitude and ofso many places, e.g., the 9th power of the 9th power of 9, that, the result having beenobtained, 33 closely printed volumes of 1000 pages each of innumerable quires and reamsof India paper would have to be requisitioned in order to contain the complete tale of itsprinted integers of units, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds ofthousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, the nucleus of thenebula of every digit of every series containing succinctly the potentiality of being raisedto the utmost kinetic elaboration of any power of any of its powers. Did he find the problems of the inhabitabilityof the planets and their satellites by a race, given in species, and of the possible socialand moral redemption of said race by a redeemer, easier of solution? Of a different order of difficulty. Consciousthat the human organism, normally capable of sustaining an atmospheric pressure of 19tons, when elevated to a considerable altitude in the terrestrial atmosphere suffered witharithmetical progression of intensity, according as the line of demarcation between troposphereand stratosphere was approximated from nasal hemorrhage, impeded respiration and vertigo,when proposing this problem for solution, he had conjectured as a working hypothesiswhich could not be proved impossible that a more adaptable and differently anatomicallyconstructed race of beings might subsist otherwise under Martian, Mercurial, Veneral, Jovian,Saturnian, Neptunian or Uranian sufficient and equivalent conditions, though an apogeanhumanity of beings created in varying forms with finite differences resulting similarto the whole and to one another would probably there as here remain inalterably and inalienablyattached to vanities, to 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 constellationswere in turn considered? The various colours significant of variousdegrees of vitality (white, yellow, crimson, vermilion, cinnabar): their degrees of brilliancy:their magnitudes revealed up to and including the 7th: their positions: the waggoner’sstar: Walsingham way: the chariot of David: the annular cinctures of Saturn: the condensationof spiral nebulae into suns: the interdependent gyrations of double suns: the independentsynchronous discoveries of Galileo, Simon Marius, Piazzi, Le Verrier, Herschel, Galle:the systematisations attempted by Bode and Kepler of cubes of distances and squares oftimes of revolution: the almost infinite compressibility of hirsute comets and their vast ellipticalegressive and reentrant orbits from perihelion to aphelion: the sidereal origin of meteoricstones: 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(martyr, 10 August): the monthly recurrence known as the new moon with the old moon inher 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 generatedby the collision and amalgamation in incandescence of two nonluminous exsuns) about the periodof the birth of William Shakespeare over delta in the recumbent neversetting constellationof Cassiopeia and of a star (2nd magnitude) of similar origin but of lesser brilliancywhich had appeared in and disappeared from the constellation of the Corona Septentrionalisabout the period of the birth of Leopold Bloom and of other stars of (presumably) similarorigin which had (effectively or presumably) appeared in and disappeared from the constellationof Andromeda about the period of the birth of Stephen Dedalus, and in and from the constellationof Auriga some years after the birth and death of Rudolph Bloom, junior, and in and fromother constellations some years before or after the birth or death of other persons:the attendant phenomena of eclipses, solar and lunar, from immersion to emersion, abatementof wind, transit of shadow, taciturnity of winged creatures, emergence of nocturnal orcrepuscular animals, persistence of infernal light, obscurity of terrestrial waters, pallorof human beings. His (Bloom’s) logical conclusion, havingweighed the matter and allowing for possible error? That it was not a heaventree, not a heavengrot,not a heavenbeast, not a heavenman. That it was a Utopia, there being no known methodfrom the known to the unknown: an infinity renderable equally finite by the suppositiousapposition of one or more bodies equally of the same and of different magnitudes: a mobilityof illusory forms immobilised in space, remobilised in air: a past which possibly had ceased toexist as a present before its probable spectators had entered actual present existence. Was he more convinced of the esthetic valueof the spectacle? Indubitably in consequence of the reiteratedexamples of poets in the delirium of the frenzy of attachment or in the abasement of rejectioninvoking ardent sympathetic constellations or the frigidity of the satellite of theirplanet. Did he then accept as an article of beliefthe theory of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters? It seemed to him as possible of proof as ofconfutation and the nomenclature employed in its selenographical charts as attributableto verifiable intuition as to fallacious analogy: the lake of dreams, the sea of rains, thegulf of dews, the ocean of fecundity. What special affinities appeared to him toexist between the moon and woman? Her antiquity in preceding and surviving successivetellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection:her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxingand waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmativeinterrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, tomortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency:the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant implacableresplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light,her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence:her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible. What visible luminous sign attracted Bloom’s,who 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 rollerblind supplied by Frank O’Hara, window blind, curtain pole and revolving shutter manufacturer,16 Aungier street. How did he elucidate the mystery of an invisibleattractive person, his wife Marion (Molly) Bloom, denoted by a visible splendid sign,a lamp? With indirect and direct verbal allusionsor affirmations: with subdued affection and admiration: with description: with impediment:with suggestion. Both then were silent? Silent, each contemplating the other in bothmirrors of the reciprocal flesh of theirhisnothis fellowfaces. Were they indefinitely inactive? At Stephen’s suggestion, at Bloom’s instigationboth, first Stephen, then Bloom, in penumbra urinated, their sides contiguous, their organsof micturition reciprocally rendered invisible by manual circumposition, their gazes, firstBloom’s, then Stephen’s, elevated to the projected luminous and semiluminous shadow. Similarly? The trajectories of their, first sequent,then simultaneous, urinations were dissimilar: Bloom’s longer, less irruent, in the incompleteform of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who in his ultimate year at High School(1880) had been capable of attaining the point of greatest altitude against the whole concurrentstrength of the institution, 210 scholars: Stephen’s higher, more sibilant, who inthe ultimate hours of the previous day had augmented by diuretic consumption an insistentvesical pressure. What different problems presented themselvesto each concerning the invisible audible collateral organ of the other? To Bloom: the problems of irritability, tumescence,rigidity, reactivity, dimension, sanitariness, pilosity. To Stephen: the problem of the sacerdotalintegrity of Jesus circumcised (1 January, holiday of obligation to hear mass and abstainfrom unnecessary servile work) and the problem as to whether the divine prepuce, the carnalbridal ring of the holy Roman catholic apostolic church, conserved in Calcata, were deservingof simple hyperduly or of the fourth degree of latria accorded to the abscission of suchdivine excrescences as hair and toenails. What celestial sign was by both simultaneouslyobserved? A star precipitated with great apparent velocityacross the firmament from Vega in the Lyre above the zenith beyond the stargroup of theTress of Berenice towards the zodiacal sign of Leo. How did the centripetal remainer afford egressto the centrifugal departer? By inserting the barrel of an arruginatedmale key in the hole of an unstable female lock, obtaining a purchase on the bow of thekey and turning its wards from right to left, withdrawing a bolt from its staple, pullinginward spasmodically an obsolescent unhinged door and revealing an aperture for free egressand free ingress. How did they take leave, one of the other,in separation? Standing perpendicular at the same door andon different sides of its base, the lines of their valedictory arms, meeting at anypoint and forming any angle less than the sum of two right angles. What sound accompanied the union of theirtangent, the disunion of their (respectively) centrifugal and centripetal hands? The sound of the peal of the hour of the nightby the chime of the bells in the church of Saint George. What echoes of that sound were by both andeach heard? By Stephen: Liliata rutilantium. Turma circumdet.Iubilantium te virginum. Chorus excipiat. By Bloom: Heigho, heigho,Heigho, heigho. Where were the several members of the companywhich with Bloom that day at the bidding of that peal had travelled from Sandymount inthe south to Glasnevin in the north? Martin Cunningham (in bed), Jack Power (inbed), Simon Dedalus (in bed), Ned Lambert (in bed), Tom Kernan (in bed), Joe Hynes (inbed), John Henry Menton (in bed), Bernard Corrigan (in bed), Patsy Dignam (in bed),Paddy Dignam (in the grave). Alone, what did Bloom hear? The double reverberation of retreating feeton the heavenborn earth, the double vibration of a jew’s harp in the resonant lane. Alone, what did Bloom feel? The cold of interstellar space, thousandsof degrees below freezing point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Réaumur:the incipient intimations of proximate dawn. Of what did bellchime and handtouch and footstepand lonechill remind him? Of companions now in various manners in differentplaces defunct: Percy Apjohn (killed in action, Modder River), Philip Gilligan (phthisis,Jervis Street hospital), Matthew F. Kane (accidental drowning, Dublin Bay), Philip Moisel (pyemia,Heytesbury street), Michael Hart (phthisis, Mater Misericordiae hospital), Patrick Dignam(apoplexy, Sandymount). What prospect of what phenomena inclined himto remain? The disparition of three final stars, thediffusion of daybreak, the apparition of a new solar disk. Had he ever been a spectator of those phenomena? Once, in 1887, after a protracted performanceof charades in the house of Luke Doyle, Kimmage, he had awaited with patience the apparitionof the diurnal phenomenon, seated on a wall, his gaze turned in the direction of Mizrach,the east. He remembered the initial paraphenomena? More active air, a matutinal distant cock,ecclesiastical clocks at various points, avine music, the isolated tread of an early wayfarer,the visible diffusion of the light of an invisible luminous body, the first golden limb of theresurgent sun perceptible low on the horizon. Did he remain? With deep inspiration he returned, retraversingthe garden, reentering the passage, reclosing the door. With brief suspiration he reassumedthe candle, reascended the stairs, reapproached the door of the front room, hallfloor, andreentered. What suddenly arrested his ingress? The right temporal lobe of the hollow sphereof his cranium came into contact with a solid timber angle where, an infinitesimal but sensiblefraction of a second later, a painful sensation was located in consequence of antecedent sensationstransmitted and registered. Describe the alterations effected in the dispositionof the articles of furniture. A sofa upholstered in prune plush had beentranslocated from opposite the door to the ingleside near the compactly furled UnionJack (an alteration which he had frequently intended to execute): the blue and white checkerinlaid majolicatopped table had been placed opposite the door in the place vacated bythe prune plush sofa: the walnut sideboard (a projecting angle of which had momentarilyarrested his ingress) had been moved from its position beside the door to a more advantageousbut more perilous position in front of the door: two chairs had been moved from rightand left of the ingleside to the position originally occupied by the blue and whitechecker inlaid majolicatopped table. Describe them. One: a squat stuffed easychair, with stoutarms extended and back slanted to the rere, which, repelled in recoil, had then upturnedan irregular fringe of a rectangular rug and now displayed on its amply upholstered seata centralised diffusing and diminishing discolouration. The other: a slender splayfoot chair of glossycane curves, placed directly opposite the former, its frame from top to seat and fromseat to base being varnished dark brown, its seat being a bright circle of white plaitedrush. What significances attached to these two chairs? Significances of similitude, of posture, ofsymbolism, of circumstantial evidence, of testimonial supermanence. What occupied the position originally occupiedby the sideboard? A vertical piano (Cadby) with exposed keyboard,its closed coffin supporting a pair of long yellow ladies’ gloves and an emerald ashtraycontaining four consumed matches, a partly consumed cigarette and two discoloured endsof cigarettes, its musicrest supporting the music in the key of G natural for voice andpiano of Love’s Old Sweet Song (words by G. Clifton Bingham, composed by J. L. Molloy,sung by Madam Antoinette Sterling) open at the last page with the final indications adlibitum, forte, pedal, animato, sustained pedal, ritirando, close. With what sensations did Bloom contemplatein rotation these objects? With strain, elevating a candlestick: withpain, feeling on his right temple a contused tumescence: with attention, focussing hisgaze on a large dull passive and a slender bright active: with solicitation, bendingand downturning the upturned rugfringe: with amusement, remembering Dr Malachi Mulligan’sscheme of colour containing the gradation of green: with pleasure, repeating the wordsand antecedent act and perceiving through various channels of internal sensibility theconsequent and concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of gradual discolouration. His next proceeding? From an open box on the majolicatopped tablehe extracted a black diminutive cone, one inch in height, placed it on its circularbase on a small tin plate, placed his candlestick on the right corner of the mantelpiece, producedfrom his waistcoat a folded page of prospectus (illustrated) entitled Agendath Netaim, unfoldedthe same, examined it superficially, rolled it into a thin cylinder, ignited it in thecandleflame, applied it when ignited to the apex of the cone till the latter reached thestage of rutilance, placed the cylinder in the basin of the candlestick disposing itsunconsumed part in such a manner as to facilitate total combustion. What followed this operation? The truncated conical crater summit of thediminutive volcano emitted a vertical and serpentine fume redolent of aromatic orientalincense. What homothetic objects, other than the candlestick,stood on the mantelpiece? A timepiece of striated Connemara marble,stopped at the hour of 4.46 a.m. on the 21 March 1896, matrimonial gift of Matthew Dillon:a dwarf tree of glacial arborescence under a transparent bellshade, matrimonial giftof Luke and Caroline Doyle: an embalmed owl, matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper. What interchanges of looks took place betweenthese three objects and Bloom? In the mirror of the giltbordered pierglassthe undecorated back of the dwarf tree regarded the upright back of the embalmed owl. Beforethe mirror the matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper with a clear melancholy wise brightmotionless compassionate gaze regarded Bloom while Bloom with obscure tranquil profoundmotionless compassionated gaze regarded the matrimonial gift of Luke and Caroline Doyle. What composite asymmetrical image in the mirrorthen 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 resembledhis maternal procreatrix. From maturity to senility he would increasingly resemble hispaternal procreator. What final visual impression was communicatedto him by the mirror? The optical reflection of several invertedvolumes improperly arranged and not in the order of their common letters with scintillatingtitles on the two bookshelves opposite. Catalogue these books. Thom’s Dublin Post Office Directory, 1886. Denis Florence M’Carthy’s Poetical Works(copper beechleaf bookmark at p. 5). Shakespeare’s Works (dark crimson morocco,goldtooled). The Useful Ready Reckoner (brown cloth). The Secret History of the Court of CharlesII (red cloth, tooled binding). The Child’s Guide (blue cloth). The Beauties of Killarney (wrappers). When We Were Boys by William O’Brien M.P. (green cloth, slightly 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 (browncloth, title obliterated). The Stark-Munro Letters by A. Conan Doyle,property of the City of Dublin Public Library, 106 Capel street, lent 21 May (Whitsun Eve)1904, due 4 June 1904, 13 days overdue (black cloth binding, bearing white letternumberticket). Voyages in China by “Viator” (recoveredwith brown paper, red ink title). Philosophy of the Talmud (sewn pamphlet). Lockhart’s Life of Napoleon (cover wanting,marginal annotations, minimising victories, aggrandising defeats of the protagonist). Soll und Haben by Gustav Freytag (black boards,Gothic characters, cigarette coupon bookmark at p. 24). Hozier’s History of the Russo-Turkish War(brown cloth, 2 volumes, with gummed label, Garrison Library, Governor’s Parade, Gibraltar,on verso of cover). Laurence Bloomfield in Ireland by WilliamAllingham (second edition, green cloth, gilt trefoil design, previous owner’s name onrecto of flyleaf erased). A Handbook of Astronomy (cover, brown leather,detached, 5 plates, antique letterpress long primer, author’s footnotes nonpareil, marginalclues brevier, captions small pica). The Hidden Life of Christ (black boards). In the Track of the Sun (yellow cloth, titlepagemissing, recurrent title intestation). Physical Strength and How to Obtain It byEugen Sandow (red cloth). Short but yet Plain Elements of Geometry writtenin French by F. Ignat. Pardies and rendered into Engliſh by John Harris D. D. London,printed for R. Knaplock at the Biſhop’s Head, MDCCXI, with dedicatory epiſtle tohis worthy friend Charles Cox, eſquire, Member of Parliament for the burgh of Southwark andhaving ink calligraphed statement on the flyleaf certifying that the book was the propertyof Michael Gallagher, dated this 10th day of May 1822 and requeſting the perſon whoshould find it, if the book should be loſt or go aſtray, to reſtore it to Michael Gallagher,carpenter, Dufery Gate, Enniſcorthy, county Wicklow, the fineſt place in the world. What reflections occupied his mind duringthe process of reversion of the inverted volumes? The necessity of order, a place for everythingand 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 aclosestool: the insecurity of hiding any secret document behind, beneath or between the pagesof a book. Which volume was the largest in bulk? Hozier’s History of the Russo-Turkish War. What among other data did the second volumeof the work in question contain? The name of a decisive battle (forgotten),frequently remembered by a decisive officer, major Brian Cooper Tweedy (remembered). Why, firstly and secondly, did he not consultthe work in question? Firstly, in order to exercise mnemotechnic:secondly, because after an interval of amnesia, when, seated at the central table, about toconsult the work in question, he remembered by mnemotechnic the name of the military engagement,Plevna. What caused him consolation in his sittingposture? The candour, nudity, pose, tranquility, youth,grace, sex, counsel of a statue erect in the centre of the table, an image of Narcissuspurchased by auction from P. A. Wren, 9 Bachelor’s Walk. What caused him irritation in his sittingposture? Inhibitory pressure of collar (size 17) andwaistcoat (5 buttons), two articles of clothing superfluous in the costume of mature malesand inelastic to alterations of mass by expansion. How was the irritation allayed? He removed his collar, with contained blacknecktie and collapsible stud, from his neck to a position on the left of the table. Heunbuttoned successively in reversed direction waistcoat, trousers, shirt and vest alongthe medial line of irregular incrispated black hairs extending in triangular convergencefrom the pelvic basin over the circumference of the abdomen and umbilicular fossicle alongthe medial line of nodes to the intersection of the sixth pectoral vertebrae, thence producedboth ways at right angles and terminating in circles described about two equidistantpoints, right and left, on the summits of the mammary prominences. He unbraced successivelyeach of six minus one braced trouser buttons, arranged in pairs, of which one incomplete. What involuntary actions followed? He compressed between 2 fingers the fleshcircumjacent to a cicatrice in the left infracostal region below the diaphragm resulting froma sting inflicted 2 weeks and 3 days previously (23 May 1904) by a bee. He scratched impreciselywith his right hand, though insensible of prurition, various points and surfaces ofhis partly exposed, wholly abluted skin. He inserted his left hand into the left lowerpocket of his waistcoat and extracted and replaced a silver coin (1 shilling), placedthere (presumably) on the occasion (17 October 1903) of the interment of Mrs Emily Sinico,Sydney Parade. Compile the budget for 16 June 1904. Debit£. s. d. 1 Pork kidney 0—0—31 Copy Freeman’s Journal 0—0—1 1 Bath and Gratification 0—1—6Tramfare 0—0—1 1 In Memoriam Patrick Dignam 0—5—02 Banbury cakes 0—0—1 1 Lunch 0—0—71 Renewal fee for book 0—1—0 1 Packet Notepaper and Envelopes 0—0—21 Dinner and Gratification 0—2—0 1 Postal Order and Stamp 0—2—8Tramfare 0—0—1 1 Pig’s Foot 0—0—41 Sheep’s Trotter 0—0—3 1 Cake Fry’s Plain Chocolate 0—0—11 Square Soda Bread 0—0—4 1 Coffee and Bun 0—0—4Loan (Stephen Dedalus) refunded 1—7—0 BALANCE 0—16—6————— 2—19—3Credit £. s. d.Cash in hand 0—4—9 Commission recd. Freeman’s Journal 1—7—6Loan (Stephen Dedalus) 1—7—0 —————2—19—3 Did the process of divestiture continue? Sensible of a benignant persistent ache inhis footsoles he extended his foot to one side and observed the creases, protuberancesand salient points caused by foot pressure in the course of walking repeatedly in severaldifferent directions, then, inclined, he disnoded the laceknots, unhooked and loosened the laces,took off each of his two boots for the second time, detached the partially moistened rightsock through the fore part of which the nail of his great toe had again effracted, raisedhis right foot and, having unhooked a purple elastic sock suspender, took off his rightsock, placed his unclothed right foot on the margin of the seat of his chair, picked atand gently lacerated the protruding part of the great toenail, raised the part laceratedto his nostrils and inhaled the odour of the quick, then, with satisfaction, threw awaythe lacerated ungual fragment. Why with satisfaction? Because the odour inhaled corresponded toother odours inhaled of other ungual fragments, picked and lacerated by Master Bloom, pupilof Mrs Ellis’s juvenile school, patiently each night in the act of brief genuflectionand nocturnal prayer and ambitious meditation. In what ultimate ambition had all concurrentand consecutive ambitions now coalesced? Not to inherit by right of primogeniture,gavelkind or borough English, or possess in perpetuity an extensive demesne of a sufficientnumber of acres, roods and perches, statute land measure (valuation £ 42), of grazingturbary surrounding a baronial hall with gatelodge and carriage drive nor, on the other hand,a terracehouse or semidetached villa, described as Rus in Urbe or Qui si sana, but to purchaseby private treaty in fee simple a thatched bungalowshaped 2 storey dwellinghouse of southerlyaspect, surmounted by vane and lightning conductor, connected with the earth, with porch coveredby parasitic plants (ivy or Virginia creeper), halldoor, olive green, with smart carriagefinish and neat doorbrasses, stucco front with gilt tracery at eaves and gable, rising,if possible, upon a gentle eminence with agreeable prospect from balcony with stone pillar parapetover unoccupied and unoccupyable interjacent pastures and standing in 5 or 6 acres of itsown ground, at such a distance from the nearest public thoroughfare as to render its houselightsvisible at night above and through a quickset hornbeam hedge of topiary cutting, situateat a given point not less than 1 statute mile from the periphery of the metropolis, withina time limit of not more than 15 minutes from tram or train line (e.g., Dundrum, south,or Sutton, north, both localities equally reported by trial to resemble the terrestrialpoles in being favourable climates for phthisical subjects), the premises to be held under feefarmgrant, lease 999 years, the messuage to consist of 1 drawingroom with baywindow (2 lancets),thermometer affixed, 1 sittingroom, 4 bedrooms, 2 servants’ rooms, tiled kitchen with closerange and scullery, lounge hall fitted with linen wallpresses, fumed oak sectional bookcasecontaining the Encyclopaedia Britannica and New Century Dictionary, transverse obsoletemedieval and oriental weapons, dinner gong, alabaster lamp, bowl pendant, vulcanite automatictelephone receiver with adjacent directory, handtufted Axminster carpet with cream groundand trellis border, loo table with pillar and claw legs, hearth with massive firebrassesand ormolu mantel chronometer clock, guaranteed timekeeper with cathedral chime, barometerwith hygrographic chart, comfortable lounge settees and corner fitments, upholstered inruby plush with good springing and sunk centre, three banner Japanese screen and cuspidors(club style, rich winecoloured leather, gloss renewable with a minimum of labour by useof linseed oil and vinegar) and pyramidically prismatic central chandelier lustre, bentwoodperch with fingertame parrot (expurgated language), embossed mural paper at 10/- per dozen withtransverse swags of carmine floral design and top crown frieze, staircase, three continuousflights at successive right angles, of varnished cleargrained oak, treads and risers, newel,balusters and handrail, with steppedup panel dado, dressed with camphorated wax: bathroom,hot and cold supply, reclining and shower: water closet on mezzanine provided with opaquesinglepane oblong window, tipup seat, bracket lamp, brass tierod and brace, armrests, footstooland artistic oleograph on inner face of door: ditto, plain: servants’ apartments withseparate sanitary and hygienic necessaries for cook, general and betweenmaid (salary,rising by biennial unearned increments of £ 2, with comprehensive fidelity insurance,annual bonus (£ 1) and retiring allowance (based on the 65 system) after 30 years’service), pantry, buttery, larder, refrigerator, outoffices, coal and wood cellarage with winebin(still and sparkling vintages) for distinguished guests, if entertained to dinner (eveningdress), carbon monoxide gas supply throughout. What additional attractions might the groundscontain? As addenda, a tennis and fives court, a shrubbery,a glass summerhouse with tropical palms, equipped in the best botanical manner, a rockery withwaterspray, a beehive arranged on humane principles, oval flowerbeds in rectangular grassplotsset with eccentric ellipses of scarlet and chrome tulips, blue scillas, crocuses, polyanthus,sweet William, sweet pea, lily of the valley (bulbs obtainable from sir James W. Mackey(Limited) wholesale and retail seed and bulb merchants and nurserymen, agents for chemicalmanures, 23 Sackville street, upper), an orchard, kitchen garden and vinery, protected againstillegal trespassers by glasstopped mural enclosures, a lumbershed with padlock for various inventoriedimplements. As? Eeltraps, lobsterpots, fishingrods, hatchet,steelyard, grindstone, clodcrusher, swatheturner, carriagesack, telescope ladder, 10 tooth rake,washing clogs, haytedder, tumbling rake, billhook, paintpot, brush, hoe and so on. What improvements might be subsequently introduced? A rabbitry and fowlrun, a dovecote, a botanicalconservatory, 2 hammocks (lady’s and gentleman’s), a sundial shaded and sheltered by laburnumor lilac trees, an exotically harmonically accorded Japanese tinkle gatebell affixedto left lateral gatepost, a capacious waterbutt, a lawnmower with side delivery and grassbox,a lawnsprinkler with hydraulic hose. What facilities of transit were desirable? When citybound frequent connection by trainor tram from their respective intermediate station or terminal. When countrybound velocipedes,a chainless freewheel roadster cycle with side basketcar attached, or draught conveyance,a donkey with wicker trap or smart phaeton with good working solidungular cob (roan gelding,14 h). What might be the name of this erigible orerected residence? Bloom Cottage. Saint Leopold’s. Flowerville. Could Bloom of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloomof Flowerville? In loose allwool garments with Harris tweedcap, price 8/6, and useful garden boots with elastic gussets and wateringcan, plantingaligned young firtrees, syringing, pruning, staking, sowing hayseed, trundling a weedladenwheelbarrow without excessive fatigue at sunset amid the scent of newmown hay, amelioratingthe soil, multiplying wisdom, achieving longevity. What syllabus of intellectual pursuits wassimultaneously possible? Snapshot photography, comparative study ofreligions, folklore relative to various amatory and superstitious practices, contemplationof the celestial constellations. What lighter recreations? Outdoor: garden and fieldwork, cycling onlevel macadamised causeways, ascents of moderately high hills, natation in secluded fresh waterand unmolested river boating in secure wherry or light curricle with kedge anchor on reachesfree from weirs and rapids (period of estivation), vespertinal perambulation or equestrian circumprocessionwith inspection of sterile landscape and contrastingly agreeable cottagers’ fires of smoking peatturves (period of hibernation). Indoor: discussion in tepid security of unsolved historical andcriminal problems: lecture of unexpurgated exotic erotic masterpieces: house carpentrywith toolbox containing hammer, awl, nails, screws, tintacks, gimlet, tweezers, bullnoseplane and turnscrew. Might he become a gentleman farmer of fieldproduce and live stock? Not impossibly, with 1 or 2 stripper cows,1 pike of upland hay and requisite farming implements, e.g., an end-to-end churn, a turnippulper etc. What would be his civic functions and socialstatus among the county families and landed gentry? Arranged successively in ascending powersof hierarchical order, that of gardener, groundsman, cultivator, breeder, and at the zenith ofhis career, resident magistrate or justice of the peace with a family crest and coatof arms and appropriate classical motto (Semper paratus), duly recorded in the court directory(Bloom, Leopold P., M. P., P. C., K. P., L. L. D. (honoris causa), Bloomville, Dundrum)and mentioned in court and fashionable intelligence (Mr and Mrs Leopold Bloom have left Kingstownfor England). What course of action did he outline for himselfin such capacity? A course that lay between undue clemency andexcessive rigour: the dispensation in a heterogeneous society of arbitrary classes, incessantlyrearranged in terms of greater and lesser social inequality, of unbiassed homogeneousindisputable justice, tempered with mitigants of the widest possible latitude but exactableto the uttermost farthing with confiscation of estate, real and personal, to the crown.Loyal to the highest constituted power in the land, actuated by an innate love of rectitudehis aims would be the strict maintenance of public order, the repression of many abusesthough not of all simultaneously (every measure of reform or retrenchment being a preliminarysolution to be contained by fluxion in the final solution), the upholding of the letterof the law (common, statute and law merchant) against all traversers in covin and trespassersacting in contravention of bylaws and regulations, all resuscitators (by trespass and petty larcenyof kindlings) of venville rights, obsolete by desuetude, all orotund instigators of internationalpersecution, all perpetuators of international animosities, all menial molestors of domesticconviviality, all recalcitrant violators of domestic connubiality. Prove that he had loved rectitude from hisearliest youth. To Master Percy Apjohn at High School in 1880he had divulged his disbelief in the tenets of the Irish (protestant) church (to whichhis father Rudolf Virag (later Rudolph Bloom) had been converted from the Israelitic faithand communion in 1865 by the Society for promoting Christianity among the jews) subsequentlyabjured by him in favour of Roman catholicism at the epoch of and with a view to his matrimonyin 1888. To Daniel Magrane and Francis Wade in 1882 during a juvenile friendship (terminatedby the premature emigration of the former) he had advocated during nocturnal perambulationsthe political theory of colonial (e.g. Canadian) expansion and the evolutionary theories ofCharles Darwin, expounded in The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. In 1885 hehad publicly expressed his adherence to the collective and national economic programmeadvocated by James Fintan Lalor, John Fisher Murray, John Mitchel, J. F. X. O’Brien andothers, the agrarian policy of Michael Davitt, the constitutional agitation of Charles StewartParnell (M. P. for Cork City), the programme of peace, retrenchment and reform of WilliamEwart Gladstone (M. P. for Midlothian, N. B.) and, in support of his political convictions,had climbed up into a secure position amid the ramifications of a tree on Northumberlandroad to see the entrance (2 February 1888) into the capital of a demonstrative torchlightprocession of 20,000 torchbearers, divided into 120 trade corporations, bearing 2000torches in escort of the marquess of Ripon and (honest) John Morley. How much and how did he propose to pay forthis country residence? As per prospectus of the Industrious ForeignAcclimatised Nationalised Friendly Stateaided Building Society (incorporated 1874), a maximumof £ 60 per annum, being 1/6 of an assured income, derived from giltedged securities,representing at 5 % simple interest on capital of £ 1200 (estimate of price at 20 years’purchase), of which 1/3 to be paid on acquisition and the balance in the form of annual rent,viz. £ 800 plus 2 1/2 % interest on the same, repayable quarterly in equal annual instalmentsuntil extinction by amortisation of loan advanced for purchase within a period of 20 years,amounting to an annual rental of £ 64, headrent included, the titledeeds to remain in possessionof the lender or lenders with a saving clause envisaging forced sale, foreclosure and mutualcompensation in the event of protracted failure to pay the terms assigned, otherwise the messuageto become the absolute property of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the period of yearsstipulated. What rapid but insecure means to opulencemight facilitate immediate purchase? A private wireless telegraph which would transmitby dot and dash system the result of a national equine handicap (flat or steeplechase) of1 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 Dublinat 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 schilling, mauve, imperforate,Hamburg, 1866: 4 pence, rose, blue paper, perforate, Great Britain, 1855: 1 franc, stone,official, rouletted, diagonal surcharge, Luxemburg, 1878), antique dynastical ring, unique 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 flotsam,jetsam, lagan and derelict), on earth (in the gizzard of a comestible fowl). A Spanishprisoner’s donation of a distant treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged witha solvent banking corporation 100 years previously at 5% compound interest of the collectiveworth of £ 5,000,000 stg (five million pounds sterling). A contract with an inconsideratecontractee for the delivery of 32 consignments of some given commodity in consideration ofcash payment on delivery per delivery at the initial rate of 1/4d to be increased constantlyin the geometrical progression of 2 (1/4d, 1/2d, 1d, 2d, 4d, 8d, 1s 4d, 2s 8d to 32 terms).A prepared scheme based on a study of the laws of probability to break the bank at MonteCarlo. A solution of the secular problem of the quadrature of the circle, government premium£ 1,000,000 sterling. Was vast wealth acquirable through industrialchannels? The reclamation of dunams of waste arenarysoil, proposed in the prospectus of Agendath Netaim, Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W. 15, bythe cultivation of orange plantations and melonfields and reafforestation. The utilisationof waste paper, fells of sewer rodents, human excrement possessing chemical properties,in view of the vast production of the first, vast number of the second and immense quantityof the third, every normal human being of average vitality and appetite producing annually,cancelling byproducts of water, a sum total of 80 lbs. (mixed animal and vegetable diet),to be multiplied by 4,386,035, the total population of Ireland according to census returns of 1901. Were there schemes of wider scope? A scheme to be formulated and submitted forapproval to the harbour commissioners for the exploitation of white coal (hydraulicpower), obtained by hydroelectric plant at peak of tide at Dublin bar or at head of waterat Poulaphouca or Powerscourt or catchment basins of main streams for the economic productionof 500,000 W. H. P. of electricity. A scheme to enclose the peninsular delta of the NorthBull at Dollymount and erect on the space of the foreland, used for golf links and rifleranges, an asphalted esplanade with casinos, booths, shooting galleries, hotels, boardinghouses,readingrooms, establishments for mixed bathing. A scheme for the use of dogvans and goatvansfor the delivery of early morning milk. A scheme for the development of Irish touristtraffic in and around Dublin by means of petrolpropelled riverboats, plying in the fluvial fairwaybetween Island bridge and Ringsend, charabancs, narrow gauge local railways, and pleasuresteamers for coastwise navigation (10/- per person per day, guide (trilingual) included).A scheme for the repristination of passenger and goods traffics over Irish waterways, whenfreed from weedbeds. A scheme to connect by tramline the Cattle Market (North Circularroad and Prussia street) with the quays (Sheriff street, lower, and East Wall), parallel withthe Link line railway laid (in conjunction with the Great Southern and Western railwayline) between the cattle park, Liffey junction, and terminus of Midland Great Western Railway43 to 45 North Wall, in proximity to the terminal stations or Dublin branches of Great CentralRailway, Midland Railway of England, City of Dublin Steam Packet Company, Lancashireand Yorkshire Railway Company, Dublin and Glasgow Steam Packet Company, Glasgow, Dublinand Londonderry Steam Packet Company (Laird line), British and Irish Steam Packet Company,Dublin and Morecambe Steamers, London and North Western Railway Company, Dublin Portand Docks Board Landing Sheds and transit sheds of Palgrave, Murphy and Company, steamshipowners, agents for steamers from Mediterranean, Spain, Portugal, France, Belgium and Hollandand for Liverpool Underwriters’ Association, the cost of acquired rolling stock for animaltransport and of additional mileage operated by the Dublin United Tramways Company, limited,to be covered by graziers’ fees. Positing what protasis would the contractionfor such several schemes become a natural and necessary apodosis? Given a guarantee equal to the sum sought,the support, by deed of gift and transfer vouchers during donor’s lifetime or by bequestafter donor’s painless extinction, of eminent financiers (Blum Pasha, Rothschild, Guggenheim,Hirsch, Montefiore, Morgan, Rockefeller) possessing fortunes in 6 figures, amassed during a successfullife, and joining capital with opportunity the thing required was done. What eventuality would render him independentof such wealth? The independent discovery of a goldseam ofinexhaustible ore. For what reason did he meditate on schemesso difficult of realisation? It was one of his axioms that similar meditationsor the automatic relation to himself of a narrative concerning himself or tranquil recollectionof the past when practised habitually before retiring for the night alleviated fatigueand produced as a result sound repose and renovated vitality. His justifications? As a physicist he had learned that of the70 years of complete human life at least 2/7, viz. 20 years are passed in sleep. As a philosopherhe knew that at the termination of any allotted life only an infinitesimal part of any person’sdesires has been realised. As a physiologist he believed in the artificial placation ofmalignant agencies chiefly operative during somnolence. What did he fear? The committal of homicide or suicide duringsleep by an aberration of the light of reason, the incommensurable categorical intelligencesituated in the cerebral convolutions. What were habitually his final meditations? Of some one sole unique advertisement to causepassers to stop in wonder, a poster novelty, with all extraneous accretions excluded, reducedto its simplest and most efficient terms not exceeding the span of casual vision and congruouswith the velocity of modern life. What did the first drawer unlocked contain? A Vere Foster’s handwriting copybook, propertyof Milly (Millicent) Bloom, certain pages of which bore diagram drawings, marked Papli,which showed a large globular head with 5 hairs erect, 2 eyes in profile, the trunkfull front with 3 large buttons, 1 triangular foot: 2 fading photographs of queen Alexandraof England and of Maud Branscombe, actress and professional beauty: a Yuletide card,bearing on it a pictorial representation of a parasitic plant, the legend Mizpah, thedate Xmas 1892, the name of the senders: from Mr + Mrs M. Comerford, the versicle: May thisYuletide bring to thee, Joy and peace and welcome glee: a butt of red partly liquefiedsealing wax, obtained from the stores department of Messrs Hely’s, Ltd., 89, 90, and 91 Damestreet: a box containing the remainder of a gross of gilt “J” pennibs, obtainedfrom same department of same firm: an old sandglass which rolled containing sand whichrolled: a sealed prophecy (never unsealed) written by Leopold Bloom in 1886 concerningthe consequences of the passing into law of William Ewart Gladstone’s Home Rule billof 1886 (never passed into law): a bazaar ticket, No 2004, of S. Kevin’s Charity Fair,price 6d, 100 prizes: an infantile epistle, dated, small em monday, reading: capital peePapli comma capital aitch How are you note of interrogation capital eye I am very wellfull stop new paragraph signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a cameo brooch,property of Ellen Bloom (born Higgins), deceased: a cameo scarfpin, property of Rudolph Bloom(born Virag), deceased: 3 typewritten letters, addressee, Henry Flower, c/o. P. O. WestlandRow, addresser, Martha Clifford, c/o. P. O. Dolphin’s Barn: the transliterated nameand address of the addresser of the 3 letters in reversed alphabetic boustrophedonic punctatedquadrilinear cryptogram (vowels suppressed) N. IGS./WI. UU. OX/W. OKS. MH/Y. IM: a presscutting from an English weekly periodical Modern Society, subject corporal chastisementin 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 Box32, P. O., Charing Cross, London, W. C.: 1 pack of 1 dozen creamlaid envelopes and feintrulednotepaper, watermarked, now reduced by 3: some assorted Austrian-Hungarian coins: 2coupons of the Royal and Privileged Hungarian Lottery: a lowpower magnifying glass: 2 eroticphotocards showing a) buccal coition between nude senorita (rere presentation, superiorposition) and nude torero (fore presentation, inferior position) b) anal violation by malereligious (fully clothed, eyes abject) of female religious (partly clothed, eyes direct),purchased by post from Box 32, P. O., Charing Cross, London, W. C.: a press cutting of recipefor renovation of old tan boots: a 1d adhesive stamp, lavender, of the reign of Queen Victoria:a chart of the measurements of Leopold Bloom compiled before, during 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 in, biceps 9 in and 10 in, forearm 8 1/2 in and 9 in, thigh10 in and 12 in, calf 11 in and 12 in: 1 prospectus of The Wonderworker, the world’s greatestremedy for rectal complaints, direct from Wonderworker, Coventry House, South Place,London E C, addressed (erroneously) to Mrs L. Bloom with brief accompanying note commencing(erroneously): Dear Madam. Quote the textual terms in which the prospectusclaimed advantages for this thaumaturgic remedy. It heals and soothes while you sleep, in caseof trouble in breaking wind, assists nature in the most formidable way, insuring instantrelief in discharge of gases, keeping parts clean and free natural action, an initialoutlay of 7/6 making a new man of you and life worth living. Ladies find Wonderworkerespecially useful, a pleasant surprise when they note delightful result like a cool drinkof fresh spring water on a sultry summer’s day. Recommend it to your lady and gentlemenfriends, lasts a lifetime. Insert long round end. Wonderworker. Were there testimonials? Numerous. From clergyman, British naval officer,wellknown author, city man, hospital nurse, lady, mother of five, absentminded beggar. How did absentminded beggar’s concludingtestimonial conclude? What a pity the government did not supplyour men with wonderworkers during the South African campaign! What a relief it would havebeen! What object did Bloom add to this collectionof objects? A 4th typewritten letter received by HenryFlower (let H. F. be L. B.) from Martha Clifford (find M. C.). What pleasant reflection accompanied thisaction? The reflection that, apart from the letterin question, his magnetic face, form and address had been favourably received during the courseof the preceding day by a wife (Mrs Josephine Breen, born Josie Powell), a nurse, Miss Callan(Christian name unknown), a maid, Gertrude (Gerty, family name unknown). What possibility suggested itself? The possibility of exercising virile powerof fascination in the not immediate future after an expensive repast in a private apartmentin the company of an elegant courtesan, of corporal beauty, moderately mercenary, variouslyinstructed, a lady by origin. What did the 2nd drawer contain? Documents: the birth certificate of LeopoldPaula Bloom: an endowment assurance policy of £ 500 in the Scottish Widows’ AssuranceSociety, intestated Millicent (Milly) Bloom, coming into force at 25 years as with profitpolicy of £ 430, £ 462-10-0 and £ 500 at 60 years or death, 65 years or death and death,respectively, or with profit policy (paidup) of £ 299-10-0 together with cash paymentof £ 133-10-0, at option: a bank passbook issued by the Ulster Bank, College Green branchshowing statement of a/c for halfyear ending 31 December 1903, balance in depositor’sfavour: £ 18-14-6 (eighteen pounds, fourteen shillings and sixpence, sterling), net personalty:certificate of possession of £ 900, Canadian 4% (inscribed) government stock (free of stampduty): dockets of the Catholic Cemeteries’ (Glasnevin) Committee, relative to a graveplotpurchased: a local press cutting concerning change of name by deedpoll. Quote the textual terms of this notice. I, Rudolph Virag, now resident at no 52 Clanbrassilstreet, Dublin, formerly of Szombathely in the kingdom of Hungary, hereby give noticethat I have assumed and intend henceforth upon all occasions and at all times to beknown 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 Viragand his father Leopold Virag executed in the year 1852 in the portrait atelier of their(respectively) 1st and 2nd cousin, Stefan Virag of Szesfehervar, Hungary. An ancienthaggadah book in which a pair of hornrimmed convex spectacles inserted marked the passageof thanksgiving in the ritual prayers for Pessach (Passover): a photocard of the Queen’sHotel, Ennis, proprietor, Rudolph Bloom: an envelope addressed: To My Dear Son Leopold. What fractions of phrases did the lectureof 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... toher... all for me is out... be kind to Athos, Leopold... my dear son... always... of me...das Herz... Gott... dein... What reminiscences of a human subject sufferingfrom progressive melancholia did these objects evoke in Bloom? An old man, widower, unkempt of hair, in bed,with head covered, sighing: an infirm dog, Athos: aconite, resorted to by increasingdoses of grains and scruples as a palliative of recrudescent neuralgia: the face in deathof a septuagenarian, suicide by poison. Why did Bloom experience a sentiment of remorse? Because in immature impatience he had treatedwith disrespect certain beliefs and practices. As? The prohibition of the use of fleshmeat andmilk at one meal: the hebdomadary symposium of incoordinately abstract, perfervidly concretemercantile coexreligionist excompatriots: the circumcision of male infants: the supernaturalcharacter of Judaic scripture: the ineffability of the tetragrammaton: the sanctity of thesabbath. How did these beliefs and practices now appearto him? Not more rational than they had then appeared,not less rational than other beliefs and practices now appeared. What first reminiscence had he of RudolphBloom (deceased)? Rudolph Bloom (deceased) narrated to his sonLeopold Bloom (aged 6) a retrospective arrangement of migrations and settlements in and betweenDublin, London, Florence, Milan, Vienna, Budapest, Szombathely with statements of satisfaction(his grandfather having seen Maria Theresia, empress of Austria, queen of Hungary), withcommercial advice (having taken care of pence, the pounds having taken care of themselves).Leopold Bloom (aged 6) had accompanied these narrations by constant consultation of a geographicalmap of Europe (political) and by suggestions for the establishment of affiliated businesspremises in the various centres mentioned. Had time equally but differently obliteratedthe memory of these migrations in narrator and listener? In narrator by the access of years and inconsequence of the use of narcotic toxin: in listener by the access of years and inconsequence of the action of distraction upon vicarious experiences. What idiosyncracies of the narrator were concomitantproducts of amnesia? Occasionally he ate without having previouslyremoved his hat. Occasionally he drank voraciously the juice of gooseberry fool from an inclinedplate. Occasionally he removed from his lips the traces of food by means of a laceratedenvelope or other accessible fragment of paper. What two phenomena of senescence were morefrequent? The myopic digital calculation of coins, eructationconsequent upon repletion. What object offered partial consolation forthese reminiscences? The endowment policy, the bank passbook, thecertificate of the possession of scrip. Reduce Bloom by cross multiplication of reversesof fortune, from which these supports protected him, and by elimination of all positive valuesto a negligible negative irrational unreal quantity. Successively, in descending helotic order:Poverty: that of the outdoor hawker of imitation jewellery, the dun for the recovery of badand doubtful debts, the poor rate and deputy cess collector. Mendicancy: that of the fraudulentbankrupt with negligible assets paying 1/4d in the £, sandwichman, distributor of throwaways,nocturnal vagrant, insinuating sycophant, maimed sailor, blind stripling, superannuatedbailiff’s man, marfeast, lickplate, spoilsport, pickthank, eccentric public laughingstockseated on bench of public park under discarded perforated umbrella. Destitution: the inmateof Old Man’s House (Royal Hospital), Kilmainham, the inmate of Simpson’s Hospital for reducedbut respectable men permanently disabled by gout or want of sight. Nadir of misery: theaged impotent disfranchised ratesupported moribund lunatic pauper. With which attendant indignities? The unsympathetic indifference of previouslyamiable females, the contempt of muscular males, the acceptance of fragments of bread,the simulated ignorance of casual acquaintances, the latration of illegitimate unlicensed vagabonddogs, the infantile discharge of decomposed vegetable missiles, worth little or nothing,nothing 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 latter, by the line of least resistance. What considerations rendered departure notentirely undesirable? Constant cohabitation impeding mutual tolerationof personal defects. The habit of independent purchase increasingly cultivated. The necessityto counteract by impermanent sojourn the permanence of arrest. What considerations rendered departure notirrational? The parties concerned, uniting, had increasedand multiplied, which being done, offspring produced and educed to maturity, the parties,if not disunited were obliged to reunite for increase and multiplication, which was absurd,to form by reunion the original couple of uniting parties, which was impossible. What considerations rendered departure desirable? The attractive character of certain localitiesin Ireland and abroad, as represented in general geographical maps of polychrome design orin special ordnance survey charts by employment of scale numerals and hachures. In Ireland? The cliffs of Moher, the windy wilds of Connemara,lough Neagh with submerged petrified city, the Giant’s Causeway, Fort Camden and FortCarlisle, the Golden Vale of Tipperary, the islands of Aran, the pastures of royal Meath,Brigid’s elm in Kildare, the Queen’s Island shipyard in Belfast, the Salmon Leap, thelakes of Killarney. Abroad? Ceylon (with spicegardens supplying tea toThomas Kernan, agent for Pulbrook, Robertson and Co, 2 Mincing Lane, London, E. C., 5 Damestreet, Dublin), Jerusalem, the holy city (with mosque of Omar and gate of Damascus,goal of aspiration), the straits of Gibraltar (the unique birthplace of Marion Tweedy),the Parthenon (containing statues of nude Grecian divinities), the Wall street moneymarket (which controlled international finance), the Plaza de Toros at La Linea, Spain (whereO’Hara of the Camerons had slain the bull), Niagara (over which no human being had passedwith 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 DeadSea. Under what guidance, following what signs? At sea, septentrional, by night the polestar,located at the point of intersection of the right line from beta to alpha in Ursa Maiorproduced and divided externally at omega and the hypotenuse of the rightangled triangleformed by the line alpha omega so produced and the line alpha delta of Ursa Maior. Onland, meridional, a bispherical moon, revealed in imperfect varying phases of lunation throughthe posterior interstice of the imperfectly occluded skirt of a carnose negligent perambulatingfemale, a pillar of the cloud by day. What public advertisement would divulge theoccultation of the departed? £ 5 reward, lost, stolen or strayed fromhis residence 7 Eccles street, missing gent about 40, answering to the name of Bloom,Leopold (Poldy), height 5 ft 9 1/2 inches, full build, olive complexion, may have sincegrown a beard, when last seen was wearing a black suit. Above sum will be paid for informationleading to his discovery. What universal binomial denominations wouldbe his as entity and nonentity? Assumed by any or known to none. Everymanor Noman. What tributes his? Honour and gifts of strangers, the friendsof Everyman. A nymph immortal, beauty, the bride of Noman. Would the departed never nowhere nohow reappear? Ever he would wander, selfcompelled, to theextreme limit of his cometary orbit, beyond the fixed stars and variable suns and telescopicplanets, astronomical waifs and strays, to the extreme boundary of space, passing fromland to land, among peoples, amid events. Somewhere imperceptibly he would hear andsomehow reluctantly, suncompelled, obey the summons of recall. Whence, disappearing fromthe constellation of the Northern Crown he would somehow reappear reborn above deltain the constellation of Cassiopeia and after incalculable eons of peregrination returnan estranged avenger, a wreaker of justice on malefactors, a dark crusader, a sleeperawakened, with financial resources (by supposition) surpassing those of Rothschild or the silverking. What would render such return irrational? An unsatisfactory equation between an exodusand return in time through reversible space and an exodus and return in space throughirreversible time. What play of forces, inducing inertia, rendereddeparture undesirable? The lateness of the hour, rendering procrastinatory:the obscurity of the night, rendering invisible: the uncertainty of thoroughfares, renderingperilous: the necessity for repose, obviating movement: the proximity of an occupied bed,obviating research: the anticipation of warmth (human) tempered with coolness (linen), obviatingdesire and rendering desirable: the statue of Narcissus, sound without echo, desireddesire. What advantages were possessed by an occupied,as distinct from an unoccupied bed? The removal of nocturnal solitude, the superiorquality of human (mature female) to inhuman (hotwaterjar) calefaction, the stimulationof matutinal contact, the economy of mangling done on the premises in the case of trousersaccurately folded and placed lengthwise between the spring mattress (striped) and the woollenmattress (biscuit section). What past consecutive causes, before risingpreapprehended, of accumulated fatigue did Bloom, before rising, silently 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): theunsubstantial lunch (rite of Melchisedek): the visit to museum and national library (holyplace): the bookhunt along Bedford row, Merchants’ Arch, Wellington Quay (Simchath Torah): themusic in the Ormond Hotel (Shira Shirim): the altercation with a truculent troglodytein Bernard Kiernan’s premises (holocaust): a blank period of time including a cardrive,a visit to a house of mourning, a leavetaking (wilderness): the eroticism produced by feminineexhibitionism (rite of Onan): the prolonged delivery of Mrs Mina Purefoy (heave offering):the visit to the disorderly house of Mrs Bella Cohen, 82 Tyrone street, lower, and subsequentbrawl and chance medley in Beaver street (Armageddon): nocturnal perambulation to and from the cabman’sshelter, Butt Bridge (atonement). What selfimposed enigma did Bloom about torise in order to go so as to conclude lest he should not conclude involuntarily apprehend? The cause of a brief sharp unforeseen heardloud lone crack emitted by the insentient material of a strainveined timber table. What selfinvolved enigma did Bloom risen,going, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, voluntarily apprehending, not comprehend? Who was M’Intosh? What selfevident enigma pondered with desultoryconstancy during 30 years did Bloom now, having effected natural obscurity by the extinctionof artificial light, silently suddenly comprehend? Where was Moses when the candle went out? What imperfections in a perfect day did Bloom,walking, charged with collected articles of recently disvested male wearing apparel, silently,successively, enumerate? A provisional failure to obtain renewal ofan advertisement: to obtain a certain quantity of tea from Thomas Kernan (agent for Pulbrook,Robertson and Co, 5 Dame Street, Dublin, and 2 Mincing Lane, London E. C.): to certifythe 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 Palmerat the Gaiety Theatre, 46, 47, 48, 49 South King street. What impression of an absent face did Bloom,arrested, silently recall? The face of her father, the late Major BrianCooper Tweedy, Royal Dublin Fusiliers, of Gibraltar and Rehoboth, Dolphin’s Barn. What recurrent impressions of the same werepossible by hypothesis? Retreating, at the terminus of the Great NorthernRailway, Amiens street, with constant uniform acceleration, along parallel lines meetingat infinity, if produced: along parallel lines, reproduced from infinity, with constant uniformretardation, at the terminus of the Great Northern Railway, Amiens street, returning. What miscellaneous effects of female personalwearing apparel were perceived by him? A pair of new inodorous halfsilk black ladies’hose, a pair of new violet garters, a pair of outsize ladies’ drawers of India mull,cut on generous lines, redolent of opoponax, jessamine and Muratti’s Turkish cigarettesand containing a long bright steel safety pin, folded curvilinear, a camisole of batistewith thin lace border, an accordion underskirt of blue silk moirette, all these objects beingdisposed irregularly on the top of a rectangular trunk, quadruple battened, having capped corners,with multicoloured labels, initialled on its fore side in white lettering B. C. T. (BrianCooper Tweedy). What impersonal objects were perceived? A commode, one leg fractured, totally coveredby square cretonne cutting, apple design, on which rested a lady’s black straw hat.Orangekeyed ware, bought of Henry Price, basket, fancy goods, chinaware and ironmongery manufacturer,21, 22, 23 Moore street, disposed irregularly on the washstand and floor and consistingof basin, soapdish and brushtray (on the washstand, together), pitcher and night article (on thefloor, separate). Bloom’s acts? He deposited the articles of clothing on achair, removed his remaining articles of clothing, took from beneath the bolster at the headof the bed a folded long white nightshirt, inserted his head and arms into the properapertures of the nightshirt, removed a pillow from the head to the foot of the bed, preparedthe bedlinen accordingly and entered the bed. How? With circumspection, as invariably when enteringan abode (his own or not his own): with solicitude, the snakespiral springs of the mattress beingold, the brass quoits and pendent viper radii loose and tremulous under stress and strain:prudently, as entering a lair or ambush of lust or adders: lightly, the less to disturb:reverently, the bed of conception and of birth, of consummation of marriage and of breachof marriage, of sleep and of death. What did his limbs, when gradually extended,encounter? New clean bedlinen, additional odours, thepresence of a human form, female, hers, the imprint of a human form, male, not his, somecrumbs, some flakes of potted meat, recooked, which he removed. If he had smiled why would he have smiled? To reflect that each one who enters imagineshimself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding serieseven if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last,only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originatingin and repeated to infinity. What preceding series? Assuming Mulvey to be the first term of hisseries, Penrose, Bartell d’Arcy, professor Goodwin, Julius Mastiansky, John Henry Menton,Father Bernard Corrigan, a farmer at the Royal Dublin Society’s Horse Show, Maggot O’Reilly,Matthew Dillon, Valentine Blake Dillon (Lord Mayor of Dublin), Christopher Callinan, Lenehan,an Italian organgrinder, an unknown gentleman in the Gaiety Theatre, Benjamin Dollard, SimonDedalus, Andrew (Pisser) Burke, Joseph Cuffe, Wisdom Hely, Alderman John Hooper, Dr FrancisBrady, Father Sebastian of Mount Argus, a bootblack at the General Post Office, HughE. (Blazes) Boylan and so each and so on to no last term. What were his reflections concerning the lastmember of this series and late occupant of the bed? Reflections on his vigour (a bounder), corporalproportion (a billsticker), commercial ability (a bester), impressionability (a boaster). Why for the observer impressionability inaddition to vigour, corporal proportion and commercial ability? Because he had observed with augmenting frequencyin the preceding members of the same series the same concupiscence, inflammably transmitted,first with alarm, then with understanding, then with desire, finally with fatigue, withalternating symptoms of epicene comprehension and apprehension. With what antagonistic sentiments were hissubsequent reflections affected? Envy, jealousy, abnegation, equanimity. Envy? Of a bodily and mental male organism speciallyadapted for the superincumbent posture of energetic human copulation and energetic pistonand cylinder movement necessary for the complete satisfaction of a constant but not acute concupiscenceresident in a bodily and mental female organism, passive but not obtuse. Jealousy? Because a nature full and volatile in itsfree state, was alternately the agent and reagent of attraction. Because attractionbetween agent(s) and reagent(s) at all instants varied, with inverse proportion of increaseand decrease, with incessant circular extension and radial reentrance. Because the controlledcontemplation of the fluctuation of attraction produced, if desired, a fluctuation of pleasure. Abnegation? In virtue of a) acquaintance initiated inSeptember 1903 in the establishment of George Mesias, merchant tailor and outfitter, 5 EdenQuay, b) hospitality extended and received in kind, reciprocated and reappropriated inperson, c) comparative youth subject to impulses of ambition and magnanimity, colleagual altruismand amorous egoism, d) extraracial attraction, intraracial inhibition, supraracial prerogative,e) an imminent provincial musical tour, common current expenses, net proceeds divided. Equanimity? As as natural as any and every natural actof a nature expressed or understood executed in natured nature by natural creatures inaccordance with his, her and their natured natures, of dissimilar similarity. As notso calamitous as a cataclysmic annihilation of the planet in consequence of a collisionwith a dark sun. As less reprehensible than theft, highway robbery, cruelty to childrenand animals, obtaining money under false pretences, forgery, embezzlement, misappropriation ofpublic money, betrayal of public trust, malingering, mayhem, corruption of minors, criminal libel,blackmail, contempt of court, arson, treason, felony, mutiny on the high seas, trespass,burglary, jailbreaking, practice of unnatural vice, desertion from armed forces in the field,perjury, poaching, usury, intelligence with the king’s enemies, impersonation, criminalassault, manslaughter, wilful and premeditated murder. As not more abnormal than all otherparallel processes of adaptation to altered conditions of existence, resulting in a reciprocalequilibrium between the bodily organism and its attendant circumstances, foods, beverages,acquired habits, indulged inclinations, significant disease. As more than inevitable, irreparable. Why more abnegation than jealousy, less envythan equanimity? From outrage (matrimony) to outrage (adultery)there arose nought but outrage (copulation) yet the matrimonial violator of the matrimoniallyviolated had not been outraged by the adulterous violator of the adulterously violated. What retribution, if any? Assassination, never, as two wrongs did notmake one right. Duel by combat, no. Divorce, not now. Exposure by mechanical artifice (automaticbed) or individual testimony (concealed ocular witnesses), not yet. Suit for damages by legalinfluence or simulation of assault with evidence of injuries sustained (selfinflicted), notimpossibly. Hushmoney by moral influence, possibly. If any, positively, connivance,introduction of emulation (material, a prosperous rival agency of publicity: moral, a successfulrival agent of intimacy), depreciation, alienation, humiliation, separation protecting the oneseparated from the other, protecting the separator from both. By what reflections did he, a conscious reactoragainst the void of incertitude, justify to himself his sentiments? The preordained frangibility of the hymen:the presupposed intangibility of the thing in itself: the incongruity and disproportionbetween the selfprolonging tension of the thing proposed to be done and the selfabbreviatingrelaxation of the thing done: the fallaciously inferred debility of the female: the muscularityof the male: the variations of ethical codes: the natural grammatical transition by inversioninvolving no alteration of sense of an aorist preterite proposition (parsed as masculinesubject, monosyllabic onomatopoeic transitive verb with direct feminine object) from theactive voice into its correlative aorist preterite proposition (parsed as feminine subject, auxiliaryverb and quasimonosyllabic onomatopoeic past participle with complementary masculine agent)in the passive voice: the continued product of seminators by generation: the continualproduction of semen by distillation: the futility of triumph or protest or vindication: theinanity of extolled virtue: the lethargy of nescient matter: the apathy of the stars. In what final satisfaction did these antagonisticsentiments and reflections, reduced to their simplest forms, converge? Satisfaction at the ubiquity in eastern andwestern terrestrial hemispheres, in all habitable lands and islands explored or unexplored (theland of the midnight sun, the islands of the blessed, the isles of Greece, the land ofpromise), of adipose anterior and posterior female hemispheres, redolent of milk and honeyand of excretory sanguine and seminal warmth, reminiscent of secular families of curvesof amplitude, insusceptible of moods of impression or of contrarieties of expression, expressiveof 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 smellowmelons of her rump, on each plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow,with 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 invocation, less somnolent recognition,incipient excitation, catechetical interrogation. With what modifications did the narrator replyto this interrogation? Negative: he omitted to mention the clandestinecorrespondence between Martha Clifford and Henry Flower, the public altercation at, inand in the vicinity of the licensed premises of Bernard Kiernan and Co, Limited, 8, 9 and10 Little Britain street, the erotic provocation and response thereto caused by the exhibitionismof Gertrude (Gerty), surname unknown. Positive: he included mention of a performance by MrsBandmann Palmer of Leah at the Gaiety Theatre, 46, 47, 48, 49 South King street, an invitationto supper at Wynn’s (Murphy’s) Hotel, 35, 36 and 37 Lower Abbey street, a volumeof peccaminous pornographical tendency entituled Sweets of Sin, anonymous author a gentlemanof fashion, a temporary concussion caused by a falsely calculated movement in the courseof a postcenal gymnastic display, the victim (since completely recovered) being StephenDedalus, professor and author, eldest surviving son of Simon Dedalus, of no fixed occupation,an aeronautical feat executed by him (narrator) in the presence of a witness, the professorand author aforesaid, with promptitude of decision and gymnastic flexibility. Was the narration otherwise unaltered by modifications? Absolutely. Which event or person emerged as the salientpoint of his narration? Stephen Dedalus, professor and author. What limitations of activity and inhibitionsof conjugal rights were perceived by listener and narrator concerning themselves duringthe course of this intermittent and increasingly more laconic narration? By the listener a limitation of fertilityinasmuch as marriage had been celebrated 1 calendar month after the 18th anniversaryof her birth (8 September 1870), viz. 8 October, and consummated on the same date with femaleissue born 15 June 1889, having been anticipatorily consummated on the 10 September of the sameyear and complete carnal intercourse, with ejaculation of semen within the natural femaleorgan, having last taken place 5 weeks previous, viz. 27 November 1893, to the birth on 29December 1893 of second (and only male) issue, deceased 9 January 1894, aged 11 days, thereremained a period of 10 years, 5 months and 18 days during which carnal intercourse hadbeen incomplete, without ejaculation of semen within the natural female organ. By the narratora limitation of activity, mental and corporal, inasmuch as complete mental intercourse betweenhimself and the listener had not taken place since the consummation of puberty, indicatedby catamenic hemorrhage, of the female issue of narrator and listener, 15 September 1903,there remained a period of 9 months and 1 day during which, in consequence of a preestablishednatural comprehension in incomprehension between the consummated females (listener and issue),complete corporal liberty of action had been circumscribed. How? By various reiterated feminine interrogationconcerning the masculine destination whither, the place where, the time at which, the durationfor which, the object with which in the case of temporary absences, projected or effected. What moved visibly above the listener’sand the narrator’s invisible thoughts? The upcast reflection of a lamp and shade,an inconstant series of concentric circles of varying gradations of light and shadow. In what directions did listener and narratorlie? Listener, S. E. by E.: Narrator, N. W. byW.: on the 53rd parallel of latitude, N., and 6th meridian of longitude, W.: at an angleof 45° to the terrestrial equator. In what state of rest or motion? At rest relatively to themselves and to eachother. In motion being each and both carried westward, forward and rereward respectively,by the proper perpetual motion of the earth through everchanging tracks of neverchangingspace. In what posture? Listener: reclined semilaterally, left, lefthand under head, right leg extended in a straight line and resting on left leg, flexed, in theattitude of Gea-Tellus, fulfilled, recumbent, big with seed. Narrator: reclined laterally,left, with right and left legs flexed, the index finger and thumb of the right hand restingon the bridge of the nose, in the attitude depicted in a snapshot photograph made byPercy Apjohn, the childman weary, the manchild in the womb. Womb? Weary? He rests. He has travelled. With? Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor andJinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer andBinbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer andRinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer andXinbad the Phthailer. When? Going to dark bed there was a square roundSinbad the Sailor roc’s auk’s egg in the night of the bed of all the auks of the rocsof Darkinbad the Brightdayler. Where? • [ 18 ]Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his breakfast in bedwith a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel when he used to be pretending to belaid up with a sick voice doing his highness to make himself interesting for that old faggotMrs Riordan that he thought he had a great leg of and she never left us a farthing allfor masses for herself and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out4d for her methylated spirit telling me all her ailments she had too much old chat inher about politics and earthquakes and the end of the world let us have a bit of funfirst God help the world if all the women were her sort down on bathingsuits and lownecksof course nobody wanted her to wear them I suppose she was pious because no man wouldlook at her twice I hope Ill never be like her a wonder she didnt want us to cover ourfaces but she was a welleducated woman certainly and her gabby talk about Mr Riordan here andMr Riordan there I suppose he was glad to get shut of her and her dog smelling my furand always edging to get up under my petticoats especially then still I like that in him politeto old women like that and waiters and beggars too hes not proud out of nothing but not alwaysif ever he got anything really serious the matter with him its much better for them togo into a hospital where everything is clean but I suppose Id have to dring it into himfor a month yes and then wed have a hospital nurse next thing on the carpet have him stayingthere till they throw him out or a nun maybe like the smutty photo he has shes as mucha nun as Im not yes because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want a womanto get well if his nose bleeds youd think it was O tragic and that dyinglooking oneoff the south circular when he sprained his foot at the choir party at the sugarloaf Mountainthe day I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst old ones she could findat the bottom of the basket anything at all to get into a mans bedroom with her old maidsvoice trying to imagine he was dying on account of her to never see thy face again thoughhe looked more like a man with his beard a bit grown in the bed father was the same besidesI hate bandaging and dosing when he cut his toe with the razor paring his corns afraidhed get bloodpoisoning but if it was a thing I was sick then wed see what attention onlyof course the woman hides it not to give all the trouble they do yes he came somewhereIm sure by his appetite anyway love its not or hed be off his feed thinking of her soeither it was one of those night women if it was down there he was really and the hotelstory he made up a pack of lies to hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I meet ahyes I met do you remember Menton and who else who let me see that big babbyface I saw himand he not long married flirting with a young girl at Pooles Myriorama and turned my backon him when he slinked out looking quite conscious what harm but he had the impudence to makeup to me one time well done to him mouth almighty and his boiled eyes of all the big stupoesI ever met and thats called a solicitor only for I hate having a long wrangle in bed orelse if its not that its some little bitch or other he got in with somewhere or pickedup on the sly if they only knew him as well as I do yes because the day before yesterdayhe was scribbling something a letter when I came into the front room to show him Dignamsdeath in the paper as if something told me and he covered it up with the blottingpaperpretending to be thinking about business so very probably that was it to somebody whothinks she has a softy in him because all men get a bit like that at his age especiallygetting on to forty he is now so as to wheedle any money she can out of him no fool likean old fool and then the usual kissing my bottom was to hide it not that I care twostraws now who he does it with or knew before that way though Id like to find out so longas I dont have the two of them under my nose all the time like that slut that Mary we hadin Ontario terrace padding out her false bottom to excite him bad enough to get the smellof those painted women off him once or twice I had a suspicion by getting him to come nearme when I found the long hair on his coat without that one when I went into the kitchenpretending he was drinking water 1 woman is not enough for them it was all his fault ofcourse ruining servants then proposing that she could eat at our table on Christmas dayif you please O no thank you not in my house stealing my potatoes and the oysters 2/6 perdoz going out to see her aunt if you please common robbery so it was but I was sure hehad something on with that one it takes me to find out a thing like that he said youhave no proof it was her proof O yes her aunt was very fond of oysters but I told her whatI thought of her suggesting me to go out to be alone with her I wouldnt lower myself tospy on them the garters I found in her room the Friday she was out that was enough forme a little bit too much her face swelled up on her with temper when I gave her herweeks notice I saw to that better do without them altogether do out the rooms myself quickeronly for the damn cooking and throwing out the dirt I gave it to him anyhow either sheor me leaves the house I couldnt even touch him if I thought he was with a dirty barefacedliar and sloven like that one denying it up to my face and singing about the place inthe W C too because she knew she was too well off yes because he couldnt possibly do withoutit that long so he must do it somewhere and the last time he came on my bottom when wasit the night Boylan gave my hand a great squeeze going along by the Tolka in my hand theresteals another I just pressed the back of his like that with my thumb to squeeze backsinging the young May moon shes beaming love because he has an idea about him and me hesnot such a fool he said Im dining out and going to the Gaiety though Im not going togive him the satisfaction in any case God knows hes a change in a way not to be alwaysand ever wearing the same old hat unless I paid some nicelooking boy to do it since Icant do it myself a young boy would like me Id confuse him a little alone with him ifwe were Id let him see my garters the new ones and make him turn red looking at himseduce him I know what boys feel with that down on their cheek doing that frigging drawingout the thing by the hour question and answer would you do this that and the other withthe coalman yes with a bishop yes I would because I told him about some dean or bishopwas sitting beside me in the jews temples gardens when I was knitting that woollen thinga stranger to Dublin what place was it and so on about the monuments and he tired meout with statues encouraging him making him worse than he is who is in your mind now tellme who are you thinking of who is it tell me his name who tell me who the german Emperoris it yes imagine Im him think of him can you feel him trying to make a whore of mewhat he never will he ought to give it up now at this age of his life simply ruinationfor any woman and no satisfaction in it pretending to like it till he comes and then finish itoff myself anyway and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all withall the talk of the world about it people make its only the first time after that itsjust the ordinary do it and think no more about it why cant you kiss a man without goingand marrying him first you sometimes love to wildly when you feel that way so nice allover you you cant help yourself I wish some man or other would take me sometime when hesthere and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like a kiss long and hot down to your soulalmost paralyses you then I hate that confession when I used to go to Father Corrigan he touchedme father and what harm if he did where and I said on the canal bank like a fool but whereaboutson your person my child on the leg behind high up was it yes rather high up was it whereyou sit down yes O Lord couldnt he say bottom right out and have done with it what has thatgot to do with it and did you whatever way he put it I forget no father and I alwaysthink of the real father what did he want to know for when I already confessed it toGod he had a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt mind feeling it neither wouldhe Id say by the bullneck in his horsecollar I wonder did he know me in the box I couldsee his face he couldnt see mine of course hed never turn or let on still his eyes werered when his father died theyre lost for a woman of course must be terrible when a mancries let alone them Id like to be embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of incenseoff him like the pope besides theres no danger with a priest if youre married hes too carefulabout himself then give something to H H the pope for a penance I wonder was he satisfiedwith me one thing I didnt like his slapping me behind going away so familiarly in thehall though I laughed Im not a horse or an ass am I I suppose he was thinking of hisfathers I wonder is he awake thinking of me or dreaming am I in it who gave him that flowerhe said he bought he smelt of some kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweetykind of paste they stick their bills up with some liqueur Id like to sip those richlookinggreen and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the opera hats I tastedonce with my finger dipped out of that American that had the squirrel talking stamps withfather he had all he could do to keep himself from falling asleep after the last time afterwe took the port and potted meat it had a fine salty taste yes because I felt lovelyand tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a top the moment I popped straight intobed till that thunder woke me up God be merciful to us I thought the heavens were coming downabout us to punish us when I blessed myself and said a Hail Mary like those awful thunderboltsin Gibraltar as if the world was coming to an end and then they come and tell you theresno God what could you do if it was running and rushing about nothing only make an actof contrition the candle I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the monthof May see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he heard because he never goes tochurch mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey matter becausehe doesnt know what it is to have one yes when I lit the lamp because he must have come3 or 4 times with that tremendous big red brute of a thing he has I thought the veinor whatever the dickens they call it was going to burst though his nose is not so big afterI took off all my things with the blinds down after my hours dressing and perfuming andcombing it like iron or some kind of a thick crowbar standing all the time he must haveeaten oysters I think a few dozen he was in great singing voice no I never in all my lifefelt anyone had one the size of that to make you feel full up he must have eaten a wholesheep after whats the idea making us like that with a big hole in the middle of us orlike a Stallion driving it up into you because thats all they want out of you with that determinedvicious look in his eye I had to halfshut my eyes still he hasnt such a tremendous amountof spunk in him when I made him pull out and do it on me considering how big it is so muchthe better in case any of it wasnt washed out properly the last time I let him finishit in me nice invention they made for women for him to get all the pleasure but if someonegave them a touch of it themselves theyd know what I went through with Milly nobody wouldbelieve cutting her teeth too and Mina Purefoys husband give us a swing out of your whiskersfilling her up with a child or twins once a year as regular as the clock always witha smell of children off her the one they called budgers or something like a nigger with ashock of hair on it Jesusjack the child is a black the last time I was there a squadof them falling over one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears supposed to behealthy not satisfied till they have us swollen out like elephants or I dont know what supposingI risked having another not off him though still if he was married Im sure hed have afine strong child but I dont know Poldy has more spunk in him yes thatd be awfully jollyI suppose it was meeting Josie Powell and the funeral and thinking about me and Boylanset him off well he can think what he likes now if thatll do him any good I know theywere spooning a bit when I came on the scene he was dancing and sitting out with her thenight of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then he wanted to ram it down my neck it wason account of not liking to see her a wallflower that was why we had the standup row over politicshe began it not me when he said about Our Lord being a carpenter at last he made mecry of course a woman is so sensitive about everything I was fuming with myself afterfor giving in only for I knew he was gone on me and the first socialist he said He washe annoyed me so much I couldnt put him into a temper still he knows a lot of mixedup thingsespecially about the body and the inside I often wanted to study up that myself whatwe have inside us in that family physician I could always hear his voice talking whenthe room was crowded and watch him after that I pretended I had a coolness on with her overhim because he used to be a bit on the jealous side whenever he asked who are you going toand I said over to Floey and he made me the present of Byrons poems and the three pairsof gloves so that finished that I could quite easily get him to make it up any time I knowhow Id even supposing he got in with her again and was going out to see her somewhere Idknow if he refused to eat the onions I know plenty of ways ask him to tuck down the collarof my blouse or touch him with my veil and gloves on going out 1 kiss then would sendthem all spinning however alright well see then let him go to her she of course wouldonly be too delighted to pretend shes mad in love with him that I wouldnt so much mindId just go to her and ask her do you love him and look her square in the eyes she couldntfool me but he might imagine he was and make a declaration to her with his plabbery kindof a manner like he did to me though I had the devils own job to get it out of him thoughI liked him for that it showed he could hold in and wasnt to be got for the asking he wason the pop of asking me too the night in the kitchen I was rolling the potato cake theressomething I want to say to you only for I put him off letting on I was in a temper withmy hands and arms full of pasty flour in any case I let out too much the night before talkingof dreams so I didnt want to let him know more than was good for him she used to bealways embracing me Josie whenever he was there meaning him of course glauming me overand when I said I washed up and down as far as possible asking me and did you wash possiblethe women are always egging on to that putting it on thick when hes there they know by hissly eye blinking a bit putting on the indifferent when they come out with something the kindhe is what spoils him I dont wonder in the least because he was very handsome at thattime trying to look like Lord Byron I said I liked though he was too beautiful for aman and he was a little before we got engaged afterwards though she didnt like it so muchthe day I was in fits of laughing with the giggles I couldnt stop about all my hairpinsfalling out one after another with the mass of hair I had youre always in great humourshe said yes because it grigged her because she knew what it meant because I used to tellher a good bit of what went on between us not all but just enough to make her mouthwater but that wasnt my fault she didnt darken the door much after we were married I wonderwhat shes got like now after living with that dotty husband of hers she had her face beginningto look drawn and run down the last time I saw her she must have been just after a rowwith him because I saw on the moment she was edging to draw down a conversation about husbandsand talk about him to run him down what was it she told me O yes that sometimes he usedto go to bed with his muddy boots on when the maggot takes him just imagine having toget into bed with a thing like that that might murder you any moment what a man well itsnot the one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he does always wipes his feet onthe mat when he comes in wet or shine and always blacks his own boots too and he alwaystakes off his hat when he comes up in the street like then and now hes going about inhis slippers to look for £ 10000 for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing likethat simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take his boots off nowwhat could you make of a man like that Id rather die 20 times over than marry anotherof their sex of course hed never find another woman like me to put up with him the way Ido know me come sleep with me yes and he knows that too at the bottom of his heart take thatMrs Maybrick that poisoned her husband for what I wonder in love with some other manyes it was found out on her wasnt she the downright villain to go and do a thing likethat of course some men can be dreadfully aggravating drive you mad and always the worstword in the world what do they ask us to marry them for if were so bad as all that comesto yes because they cant get on without us white Arsenic she put in his tea off flypaperwasnt it I wonder why they call it that if I asked him hed say its from the Greek leaveus as wise as we were before she must have been madly in love with the other fellow torun the chance of being hanged O she didnt care if that was her nature what could shedo besides theyre not brutes enough to go and hang a woman surely are they theyre all so different Boylan talking aboutthe shape of my foot he noticed at once even before he was introduced when I was in theD B C with Poldy laughing and trying to listen I was waggling my foot we both ordered 2 teasand plain bread and butter I saw him looking with his two old maids of sisters when I stoodup and asked the girl where it was what do I care with it dropping out of me and thatblack closed breeches he made me buy takes you half an hour to let them down wettingall myself always with some brandnew fad every other week such a long one I did I forgotmy suede gloves on the seat behind that I never got after some robber of a woman andhe wanted me to put it in the Irish times lost in the ladies lavatory D B C Dame streetfinder return to Mrs Marion Bloom and I saw his eyes on my feet going out through theturning door he was looking when I looked back and I went there for tea 2 days afterin the hope but he wasnt now how did that excite him because I was crossing them whenwe were in the other room first he meant the shoes that are too tight to walk in my handis nice like that if I only had a ring with the stone for my month a nice aquamarine Illstick him for one and a gold bracelet I dont like my foot so much still I made him spendonce with my foot the night after Goodwins botchup of a concert so cold and windy itwas well we had that rum in the house to mull and the fire wasnt black out when he askedto take off my stockings lying on the hearthrug in Lombard street west and another time itwas my muddy boots hed like me to walk in all the horses dung I could find but of coursehes not natural like the rest of the world that I what did he say I could give 9 pointsin 10 to Katty Lanner and beat her what does that mean I asked him I forget what he saidbecause the stoppress edition just passed and the man with the curly hair in the Lucandairy thats so polite I think I saw his face before somewhere I noticed him when I wastasting the butter so I took my time Bartell DArcy too that he used to make fun of whenhe commenced kissing me on the choir stairs after I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are wewaiting for O my heart kiss me straight on the brow and part which is my brown part hewas pretty hot for all his tinny voice too my low notes he was always raving about ifyou can believe him I liked the way he used his mouth singing then he said wasnt it terribleto do that there in a place like that I dont see anything so terrible about it Ill tellhim about that some day not now and surprise him ay and Ill take him there and show himthe very place too we did it so now there you are like it or lump it he thinks nothingcan happen without him knowing he hadnt an idea about my mother till we were engagedotherwise hed never have got me so cheap as he did he was 10 times worse himself anyhowbegging me to give him a tiny bit cut off my drawers that was the evening coming alongKenilworth square he kissed me in the eye of my glove and I had to take it off askingme questions is it permitted to enquire the shape of my bedroom so I let him keep it asif I forgot it to think of me when I saw him slip it into his pocket of course hes madon the subject of drawers thats plain to be seen always skeezing at those brazenfacedthings on the bicycles with their skirts blowing up to their navels even when Milly and I wereout with him at the open air fete that one in the cream muslin standing right againstthe sun so he could see every atom she had on when he saw me from behind following inthe rain I saw him before he saw me however standing at the corner of the Harolds crossroad with a new raincoat on him with the muffler in the Zingari colours to show off his complexionand the brown hat looking slyboots as usual what was he doing there where hed no businessthey can go and get whatever they like from anything at all with a skirt on it and werenot to ask any questions but they want to know where were you where are you going Icould feel him coming along skulking after me his eyes on my neck he had been keepingaway from the house he felt it was getting too warm for him so I halfturned and stoppedthen he pestered me to say yes till I took off my glove slowly watching him he said myopenwork sleeves were too cold for the rain anything for an excuse to put his hand anearme drawers drawers the whole blessed time till I promised to give him the pair off mydoll to carry about in his waistcoat pocket O Maria Santisima he did look a big fool dreepingin the rain splendid set of teeth he had made me hungry to look at them and beseeched ofme to lift the orange petticoat I had on with the sunray pleats that there was nobody hesaid hed kneel down in the wet if I didnt so persevering he would too and ruin his newraincoat you never know what freak theyd take alone with you theyre so savage for it ifanyone was passing so I lifted them a bit and touched his trousers outside the way Iused to Gardner after with my ring hand to keep him from doing worse where it was toopublic I was dying to find out was he circumcised he was shaking like a jelly all over theywant to do everything too quick take all the pleasure out of it and father waiting allthe time for his dinner he told me to say I left my purse in the butchers and had togo back for it what a Deceiver then he wrote me that letter with all those words in ithow could he have the face to any woman after his company manners making it so awkward afterwhen we met asking me have I offended you with my eyelids down of course he saw I wasnthe had a few brains not like that other fool Henny Doyle he was always breaking or tearingsomething in the charades I hate an unlucky man and if I knew what it meant of courseI had to say no for form sake dont understand you I said and wasnt it natural so it is ofcourse it used to be written up with a picture of a womans on that wall in Gibraltar withthat word I couldnt find anywhere only for children seeing it too young then writingevery morning a letter sometimes twice a day I liked the way he made love then he knewthe way to take a woman when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine was the 8th thenI wrote the night he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt describe it simply it makesyou feel like nothing on earth but he never knew how to embrace well like Gardner I hopehell come on Monday as he said at the same time four I hate people who come at all hoursanswer the door you think its the vegetables then its somebody and you all undressed orthe door of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the day old frostyface Goodwin calledabout the concert in Lombard street and I just after dinner all flushed and tossed withboiling old stew dont look at me professor I had to say Im a fright yes but he was areal old gent in his way it was impossible to be more respectful nobody to say youreout you have to peep out through the blind like the messengerboy today I thought it wasa putoff first him sending the port and the peaches first and I was just beginning toyawn with nerves thinking he was trying to make a fool of me when I knew his tattarrattatat the door he must have been a bit late because it was 1/4 after 3 when I saw the 2 Dedalusgirls coming from school I never know the time even that watch he gave me never seemsto go properly Id want to get it looked after when I threw the penny to that lame sailorfor England home and beauty when I was whistling there is a charming girl I love and I hadnteven put on my clean shift or powdered myself or a thing then this day week were to go toBelfast just as well he has to go to Ennis his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldntbe pleasant if he did suppose our rooms at the hotel were beside each other and any foolingwent on in the new bed I couldnt tell him to stop and not bother me with him in thenext room or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a cough knocking on the wall then hednever believe the next day we didnt do something its all very well a husband but you cant foola lover after me telling him we never did anything of course he didnt believe me noits better hes going where he is besides something always happens with him the time going tothe Mallow concert at Maryborough ordering boiling soup for the two of us then the bellrang out he walks down the platform with the soup splashing about taking spoonfuls of ithadnt he the nerve and the waiter after him making a holy show of us screeching and confusionfor the engine to start but he wouldnt pay till he finished it the two gentlemen in the3rd class carriage said he was quite right so he was too hes so pigheaded sometimes whenhe gets a thing into his head a good job he was able to open the carriage door with hisknife or theyd have taken us on to Cork I suppose that was done out of revenge on himO I love jaunting in a train or a car with lovely soft cushions I wonder will he takea 1st class for me he might want to do it in the train by tipping the guard well O Isuppose therell be the usual idiots of men gaping at us with their eyes as stupid asever they can possibly be that was an exceptional man that common workman that left us alonein the carriage that day going to Howth Id like to find out something about him 1 or2 tunnels perhaps then you have to look out of the window all the nicer then coming backsuppose I never came back what would they say eloped with him that gets you on on thestage the last concert I sang at where its over a year ago when was it St Teresas hallClarendon St little chits of missies they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and herlike on account of father being in the army and my singing the absentminded beggar andwearing a brooch for Lord Roberts when I had the map of it all and Poldy not Irish enoughwas it him managed it this time I wouldnt put it past him like he got me on to singin the Stabat Mater by going around saying he was putting Lead Kindly Light to musicI put him up to that till the jesuits found out he was a freemason thumping the pianolead Thou me on copied from some old opera yes and he was going about with some of themSinner Fein lately or whatever they call themselves talking his usual trash and nonsense he saysthat little man he showed me without the neck is very intelligent the coming man Griffithsis he well he doesnt look it thats all I can say still it must have been him he knew therewas a boycott I hate the mention of their politics after the war that Pretoria and Ladysmithand Bloemfontein where Gardner lieut Stanley G 8th Bn 2nd East Lancs Rgt of enteric feverhe was a lovely fellow in khaki and just the right height over me Im sure he was bravetoo he said I was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the canal lock my Irish beautyhe was pale with excitement about going away or wed be seen from the road he couldnt standproperly and I so hot as I never felt they could have made their peace in the beginningor old oom Paul and the rest of the other old Krugers go and fight it out between theminstead of dragging on for years killing any finelooking men there were with their feverif he was even decently shot it wouldnt have been so bad I love to see a regiment passin review the first time I saw the Spanish cavalry at La Roque it was lovely after lookingacross the bay from Algeciras all the lights of the rock like fireflies or those sham battleson the 15 acres the Black Watch with their kilts in time at the march past the 10th hussarsthe prince of Wales own or the lancers O the lancers theyre grand or the Dublins that wonTugela his father made his money over selling the horses for the cavalry well he could buyme a nice present up in Belfast after what I gave him theyve lovely linen up there orone of those nice kimono things I must buy a mothball like I had before to keep in thedrawer with them it would be exciting going round with him shopping buying those thingsin a new city better leave this ring behind want to keep turning and turning to get itover the knuckle there or they might bell it round the town in their papers or tellthe police on me but theyd think were married O let them all go and smother themselves forthe fat lot I care he has plenty of money and hes not a marrying man so somebody betterget it out of him if I could find out whether he likes me I looked a bit washy of coursewhen I looked close in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression besidesscrooching down on me like that all the time with his big hipbones hes heavy too with hishairy chest for this heat always having to lie down for them better for him put it intome from behind the way Mrs Mastiansky told me her husband made her like the dogs do itand stick out her tongue as far as ever she could and he so quiet and mild with his tingatingcither can you ever be up to men the way it takes them lovely stuff in that blue suithe had on and stylish tie and socks with the skyblue silk things on them hes certainlywelloff I know by the cut his clothes have and his heavy watch but he was like a perfectdevil for a few minutes after he came back with the stoppress tearing up the ticketsand swearing blazes because he lost 20 quid he said he lost over that outsider that wonand half he put on for me on account of Lenehans tip cursing him to the lowest pits that spongerhe was making free with me after the Glencree dinner coming back that long joult over thefeatherbed mountain after the lord Mayor looking at me with his dirty eyes Val Dillon thatbig heathen I first noticed him at dessert when I was cracking the nuts with my teethI wished I could have picked every morsel of that chicken out of my fingers it was sotasty and browned and as tender as anything only for I didnt want to eat everything onmy plate those forks and fishslicers were hallmarked silver too I wish I had some Icould easily have slipped a couple into my muff when I was playing with them then alwayshanging out of them for money in a restaurant for the bit you put down your throat we haveto be thankful for our mangy cup of tea itself as a great compliment to be noticed the waythe world is divided in any case if its going to go on I want at least two other good chemisesfor one thing and but I dont know what kind of drawers he likes none at all I think didnthe say yes and half the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made themthat Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt make much secret of what she hadnt yes andthe second pair of silkette stockings is laddered after one days wear I could have brought themback to Lewers this morning and kicked up a row and made that one change them only notto upset myself and run the risk of walking into him and ruining the whole thing and oneof those kidfitting corsets Id want advertised cheap in the Gentlewoman with elastic goreson the hips he saved the one I have but thats no good what did they say they give a delightfulfigure line 11/6 obviating that unsightly broad appearance across the lower back toreduce flesh my belly is a bit too big Ill have to knock off the stout at dinner or amI getting too fond of it the last they sent from ORourkes was as flat as a pancake hemakes his money easy Larry they call him the old mangy parcel he sent at Xmas a cottagecake and a bottle of hogwash he tried to palm off as claret that he couldnt get anyone todrink God spare his spit for fear hed die of the drouth or I must do a few breathingexercises I wonder is that antifat any good might overdo it the thin ones are not so muchthe fashion now garters that much I have the violet pair I wore today thats all he boughtme out of the cheque he got on the first O no there was the face lotion I finished thelast of yesterday that made my skin like new I told him over and over again get that madeup in the same place and dont forget it God only knows whether he did after all I saidto him Ill know by the bottle anyway if not I suppose Ill only have to wash in my pisslike beeftea or chickensoup with some of that opoponax and violet I thought it was beginningto look coarse or old a bit the skin underneath is much finer where it peeled off there onmy finger after the burn its a pity it isnt all like that and the four paltry handkerchiefsabout 6/- in all sure you cant get on in this world without style all going in food andrent when I get it Ill lash it around I tell you in fine style I always want to throw ahandful of tea into the pot measuring and mincing if I buy a pair of old brogues itselfdo you like those new shoes yes were they Ive no clothes at all the brown costume andthe skirt and jacket and the one at the cleaners 3 whats that for any woman cutting up thisold hat and patching up the other the men wont look at you and women try to walk onyou because they know youve no man then with all the things getting dearer every day forthe 4 years more I have of life up to 35 no Im what am I at all Ill be 33 in Septemberwill I what O well look at that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than me I saw her when I wasout last week her beautys on the wane she was a lovely woman magnificent head of hairon her down to her waist tossing it back like that like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1stthing I did every morning to look across see her combing it as if she loved it and wasfull of it pity I only got to know her the day before we left and that Mrs Langtry thejersey lily the prince of Wales was in love with I suppose hes like the first man goingthe roads only for the name of a king theyre all made the one way only a black mans Idlike to try a beauty up to what was she 45 there was some funny story about the jealousold husband what was it at all and an oyster knife he went no he made her wear a kind ofa tin thing round her and the prince of Wales yes he had the oyster knife cant be true athing like that like some of those books he brings me the works of Master Francois Somebodysupposed to be a priest about a child born out of her ear because her bumgut fell outa nice word for any priest to write and her a—e as if any fool wouldnt know what thatmeant I hate that pretending of all things with that old blackguards face on him anybodycan see its not true and that Ruby and Fair Tyrants he brought me that twice I rememberwhen I came to page 50 the part about where she hangs him up out of a hook with a cordflagellate sure theres nothing for a woman in that all invention made up about he drinkingthe champagne out of her slipper after the ball was over like the infant Jesus in thecrib at Inchicore in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have a child that bigtaken out of her and I thought first it came out of her side because how could she go tothe chamber when she wanted to and she a rich lady of course she felt honoured H R H hewas in Gibraltar the year I was born I bet he found lilies there too where he plantedthe tree he planted more than that in his time he might have planted me too if hed comea bit sooner then I wouldnt be here as I am he ought to chuck that Freeman with the paltryfew shillings he knocks out of it and go into an office or something where hed get regularpay or a bank where they could put him up on a throne to count the money all the dayof course he prefers plottering about the house so you cant stir with him any side whatsyour programme today I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to get the smell of a manor pretending to be mooching about for advertisements when he could have been in Mr Cuffes stillonly for what he did then sending me to try and patch it up I could have got him promotedthere to be the manager he gave me a great mirada once or twice first he was as stiffas the mischief really and truly Mrs Bloom only I felt rotten simply with the old rubbishydress that I lost the leads out of the tails with no cut in it but theyre coming into fashionagain I bought it simply to please him I knew it was no good by the finish pity I changedmy mind of going to Todd and Burns as I said and not Lees it was just like the shop itselfrummage sale a lot of trash I hate those rich shops get on your nerves nothing kills mealtogether only he thinks he knows a great lot about a womans dress and cooking matheringeverything he can scour off the shelves into it if I went by his advices every blessedhat I put on does that suit me yes take that thats alright the one like a weddingcake standingup miles off my head he said suited me or the dishcover one coming down on my backsideon pins and needles about the shopgirl in that place in Grafton street I had the misfortuneto bring him into and she as insolent as ever she could be with her smirk saying Im afraidwere giving you too much trouble what shes there for but I stared it out of her yes hewas awfully stiff and no wonder but he changed the second time he looked Poldy pigheadedas usual like the soup but I could see him looking very hard at my chest when he stoodup to open the door for me it was nice of him to show me out in any case Im extremelysorry Mrs Bloom believe me without making it too marked the first time after him beinginsulted and me being supposed to be his wife I just half smiled I know my chest was outthat way at the door when he said Im extremely sorry and Im sure you were yes I think he made them a bit firmer suckingthem like that so long he made me thirsty titties he calls them I had to laugh yes thisone anyhow stiff the nipple gets for the least thing Ill get him to keep that up and Illtake those eggs beaten up with marsala fatten them out for him what are all those veinsand things curious the way its made 2 the same in case of twins theyre supposed to representbeauty placed up there like those statues in the museum one of them pretending to hideit with her hand are they so beautiful of course compared with what a man looks likewith his two bags full and his other thing hanging down out of him or sticking up atyou like a hatrack no wonder they hide it with a cabbageleaf that disgusting Cameronhighlander behind the meat market or that other wretch with the red head behind thetree where the statue of the fish used to be when I was passing pretending he was pissingstanding out for me to see it with his babyclothes up to one side the Queens own they were anice lot its well the Surreys relieved them theyre always trying to show it to you everytime nearly I passed outside the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street station just to trysome fellow or other trying to catch my eye as if it was 1 of the 7 wonders of the worldO and the stink of those rotten places the night coming home with Poldy after the Comerfordsparty oranges and lemonade to make you feel nice and watery I went into 1 of them it wasso biting cold I couldnt keep it when was that 93 the canal was frozen yes it was afew months after a pity a couple of the Camerons werent there to see me squatting in the mensplace meadero I tried to draw a picture of it before I tore it up like a sausage or somethingI wonder theyre not afraid going about of getting a kick or a bang of something therethe woman is beauty of course thats admitted when he said I could pose for a picture nakedto some rich fellow in Holles street when he lost the job in Helys and I was sellingthe clothes and strumming in the coffee palace would I be like that bath of the nymph withmy hair down yes only shes younger or Im a little like that dirty bitch in that Spanishphoto he has nymphs used they go about like that I asked him about her and that word metsomething with hoses in it and he came out with some jawbreakers about the incarnationhe never can explain a thing simply the way a body can understand then he goes and burnsthe bottom out of the pan all for his Kidney this one not so much theres the mark of histeeth still where he tried to bite the nipple I had to scream out arent they fearful tryingto hurt you I had a great breast of milk with Milly enough for two what was the reason ofthat he said I could have got a pound a week as a wet nurse all swelled out the morningthat delicate looking student that stopped in no 28 with the Citrons Penrose nearly caughtme washing through the window only for I snapped up the towel to my face that was his studentinghurt me they used to weaning her till he got doctor Brady to give me the belladonna prescriptionI had to get him to suck them they were so hard he said it was sweeter and thicker thancows then he wanted to milk me into the tea well hes beyond everything I declare somebodyought to put him in the budget if I only could remember the one half of the things and writea book out of it the works of Master Poldy yes and its so much smoother the skin muchan hour he was at them Im sure by the clock like some kind of a big infant I had at methey want everything in their mouth all the pleasure those men get out of a woman I canfeel his mouth O Lord I must stretch myself I wished he was here or somebody to let myselfgo with and come again like that I feel all fire inside me or if I could dream it whenhe made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind with his finger I was coming for about5 minutes with my legs round him I had to hug him after O Lord I wanted to shout outall sorts of things fuck or shit or anything at all only not to look ugly or those linesfrom the strain who knows the way hed take it you want to feel your way with a man theyrenot all like him thank God some of them want you to be so nice about it I noticed the contrasthe does it and doesnt talk I gave my eyes that look with my hair a bit loose from thetumbling and my tongue between my lips up to him the savage brute Thursday Friday oneSaturday two Sunday three O Lord I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistlingthe strength those engines have in them like big giants and the water rolling all overand out of them all sides like the end of Loves old sweeeetsonnnng the poor men thathave to be out all the night from their wives and families in those roasting engines stiflingit was today Im glad I burned the half of those old Freemans and Photo Bits leavingthings like that lying about hes getting very careless and threw the rest of them up inthe W C I’ll get him to cut them tomorrow for me instead of having them there for thenext year to get a few pence for them have him asking wheres last Januarys paper andall those old overcoats I bundled out of the hall making the place hotter than it is thatrain was lovely and refreshing just after my beauty sleep I thought it was going toget like Gibraltar my goodness the heat there before the levanter came on black as nightand the glare of the rock standing up in it like a big giant compared with their 3 Rockmountain they think is so great with the red sentries here and there the poplars and theyall whitehot and the smell of the rainwater in those tanks watching the sun all the timeweltering down on you faded all that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent mefrom the B Marche paris what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote on it she was very nicewhats this her other name was just a p c to tell you I sent the little present have justhad a jolly warm bath and feel a very clean dog now enjoyed it wogger she called him woggerwd give anything to be back in Gib and hear you sing Waiting and in old Madrid Conconeis the name of those exercises he bought me one of those new some word I couldnt makeout shawls amusing things but tear for the least thing still there lovely I think dontyou will always think of the lovely teas we had together scrumptious currant scones andraspberry wafers I adore well now dearest Doggerina be sure and write soon kind sheleft out regards to your father also Captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x x xshe didnt look a bit married just like a girl he was years older than her wogger he wasawfully fond of me when he held down the wire with his foot for me to step over at the bullfightat La Linea when that matador Gomez was given the bulls ear these clothes we have to wearwhoever invented them expecting you to walk up Killiney hill then for example at thatpicnic all staysed up you cant do a blessed thing in them in a crowd run or jump out ofthe way thats why I was afraid when that other ferocious old Bull began to charge the banderilleroswith the sashes and the 2 things in their hats and the brutes of men shouting bravotoro sure the women were as bad in their nice white mantillas ripping all the whole insidesout of those poor horses I never heard of such a thing in all my life yes he used tobreak his heart at me taking off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and it sick what becameof them ever I suppose theyre dead long ago the 2 of them its like all through a mistmakes you feel so old I made the scones of course I had everything all to myself thena girl Hester we used to compare our hair mine was thicker than hers she showed me howto settle it at the back when I put it up and whats this else how to make a knot ona thread with the one hand we were like cousins what age was I then the night of the stormI slept in her bed she had her arms round me then we were fighting in the morning withthe pillow what fun he was watching me whenever he got an opportunity at the band on the Alamedaesplanade when I was with father and Captain Grove I looked up at the church first andthen at the windows then down and our eyes met I felt something go through me like allneedles my eyes were dancing I remember after when I looked at myself in the glass hardlyrecognised myself the change he was attractive to a girl in spite of his being a little baldintelligent looking disappointed and gay at the same time he was like Thomas in the shadowof Ashlydyat I had a splendid skin from the sun and the excitement like a rose I didntget a wink of sleep it wouldnt have been nice on account of her but I could have stoppedit in time she gave me the Moonstone to read that was the first I read of Wilkie CollinsEast Lynne I read and the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by that otherwoman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it so as he see I wasnt without and LordLytton Eugene Aram Molly bawn she gave me by Mrs Hungerford on account of the name Idont like books with a Molly in them like that one he brought me about the one fromFlanders a whore always shoplifting anything she could cloth and stuff and yards of itO this blanket is too heavy on me thats better I havent even one decent nightdress this thinggets all rolled under me besides him and his fooling thats better I used to be welteringthen in the heat my shift drenched with the sweat stuck in the cheeks of my bottom onthe chair when I stood up they were so fattish and firm when I got up on the sofa cushionsto see with my clothes up and the bugs tons of them at night and the mosquito nets I couldntread a line Lord how long ago it seems centuries of course they never came back and she didntput her address right on it either she may have noticed her wogger people were alwaysgoing away and we never I remember that day with the waves and the boats with their highheads rocking and the smell of ship those Officers uniforms on shore leave made me seasickhe didnt say anything he was very serious I had the high buttoned boots on and my skirtwas blowing she kissed me six or seven times didnt I cry yes I believe I did or near itmy lips were taittering when I said goodbye she had a Gorgeous wrap of some special kindof blue colour on her for the voyage made very peculiarly to one side like and it wasextremely pretty it got as dull as the devil after they went I was almost planning to runaway mad out of it somewhere were never easy where we are father or aunt or marriage waitingalways waiting to guiiiide him toooo me waiting nor speeeed his flying feet their damn gunsbursting and booming all over the shop especially the Queens birthday and throwing everythingdown in all directions if you didnt open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoeverhe was or did supposed to be some great fellow landed off the ship and old Sprague the consulthat was there from before the flood dressed up poor man and he in mourning for the sonthen the same old bugles for reveille in the morning and drums rolling and the unfortunatepoor devils of soldiers walking about with messtins smelling the place more than theold longbearded jews in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfirefor the men to cross the lines and the warden marching with his keys to lock the gates andthe bagpipes and only captain Groves and father talking about Rorkes drift and Plevna andsir Garnet Wolseley and Gordon at Khartoum lighting their pipes for them everytime theywent out drunken old devil with his grog on the windowsill catch him leaving any of itpicking his nose trying to think of some other dirty story to tell up in a corner but henever forgot himself when I was there sending me out of the room on some blind excuse payinghis compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course but hed do the same to the nextwoman that came along I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the days like yearsnot a letter from a living soul except the odd few I posted to myself with bits of paperin them so bored sometimes I could fight with my nails listening to that old Arab with theone eye and his heass of an instrument singing his heah heah aheah all my compriment on yourhotchapotch of your heass as bad as now with the hands hanging off me looking out of thewindow if there was a nice fellow even in the opposite house that medical in Hollesstreet the nurse was after when I put on my gloves and hat at the window to show I wasgoing out not a notion what I meant arent they thick never understand what you say evenyoud want to print it up on a big poster for them not even if you shake hands twice withthe left he didnt recognise me either when I half frowned at him outside Westland rowchapel where does their great intelligence come in Id like to know grey matter they haveit all in their tail if you ask me those country gougers up in the City Arms intelligence theyhad a damn sight less than the bulls and cows they were selling the meat and the coalmansbell that noisy bugger trying to swindle me with the wrong bill he took out of his hatwhat a pair of paws and pots and pans and kettles to mend any broken bottles for a poorman today and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some advertisement like thatwonderworker they sent him addressed dear Madam only his letter and the card from Millythis morning see she wrote a letter to him who did I get the last letter from O Mrs Dwennnow what possessed her to write from Canada after so many years to know the recipe I hadfor pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since she wrote to say she was married to a very richarchitect if Im to believe all I hear with a villa and eight rooms her father was anawfully nice man he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now Miss Tweedy or MissGillespie theres the piannyer that was a solid silver coffee service he had too on the mahoganysideboard then dying so far away I hate people that have always their poor story to telleverybody has their own troubles that poor Nancy Blake died a month ago of acute neumoniawell I didnt know her so well as all that she was Floeys friend more than mine poorNancy its a bother having to answer he always tells me the wrong things and no stops tosay like making a speech your sad bereavement symph̸athy I always make that mistake andnew̸phew with 2 double yous in I hope hell write me a longer letter the next time ifits a thing he really likes me O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give mewhat I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all in this place likeyou used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter his wasnt much and I toldhim he could write what he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff silly womenbelieve love is sighing I am dying still if he wrote it I suppose thered be some truthin it true or no it fills up your whole day and life always something to think about everymoment and see it all round you like a new world I could write the answer in bed to lethim imagine me short just a few words not those long crossed letters Atty Dillon usedto write to the fellow that was something in the four courts that jilted her after outof the ladies letterwriter when I told her to say a few simple words he could twist howhe liked not acting with precipat precipitancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happinessanswer to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness theres nothing else its all veryfine for them but as for being a woman as soon as youre old they might as well throwyou out in the bottom of the ashpit. Mulveys was the first when I was in bed thatmorning and Mrs Rubio brought it in with the coffee she stood there standing when I askedher to hand me and I pointing at them I couldnt think of the word a hairpin to open it withah horquilla disobliging old thing and it staring her in the face with her switch offalse hair on her and vain about her appearance ugly as she was near 80 or a 100 her facea mass of wrinkles with all her religion domineering because she never could get over the Atlanticfleet coming in half the ships of the world and the Union Jack flying with all her carabinerosbecause 4 drunken English sailors took all the rock from them and because I didnt runinto mass often enough in Santa Maria to please her with her shawl up on her except when therewas a marriage on with all her miracles of the saints and her black blessed virgin withthe silver dress and the sun dancing 3 times on Easter Sunday morning and when the priestwas going by with the bell bringing the vatican to the dying blessing herself for his Majestadan admirer he signed it I near jumped out of my skin I wanted to pick him up when Isaw him following me along the Calle Real in the shop window then he tipped me justin passing but I never thought hed write making an appointment I had it inside my petticoatbodice all day reading it up in every hole and corner while father was up at the drillinstructing to find out by the handwriting or the language of stamps singing I remembershall I wear a white rose and I wanted to put on the old stupid clock to near the timehe was the first man kissed me under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a boy it never enteredmy head what kissing meant till he put his tongue in my mouth his mouth was sweetlikeyoung I put my knee up to him a few times to learn the way what did I tell him I wasengaged for for fun to the son of a Spanish nobleman named Don Miguel de la Flora andhe believed me that I was to be married to him in 3 years time theres many a true wordspoken in jest there is a flower that bloometh a few things I told him true about myselfjust for him to be imagining the Spanish girls he didnt like I suppose one of them wouldnthave him I got him excited he crushed all the flowers on my bosom he brought me he couldntcount the pesetas and the perragordas till I taught him Cappoquin he came from he saidon the black water but it was too short then the day before he left May yes it was Maywhen the infant king of Spain was born Im always like that in the spring Id like a newfellow every year up on the tiptop under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told him it wasstruck by lightning and all about the old Barbary apes they sent to Clapham withouta tail careering all over the show on each others back Mrs Rubio said she was a regularold rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of Inces farm and throw stones at you if youwent anear he was looking at me I had that white blouse on open in the front to encouragehim as much as I could without too openly they were just beginning to be plump I saidI was tired we lay over the firtree cove a wild place I suppose it must be the highestrock in existence the galleries and casemates and those frightful rocks and Saint Michaelscave with the icicles or whatever they call them hanging down and ladders all the mudplotching my boots Im sure thats the way down the monkeys go under the sea to Africa whenthey die the ships out far like chips that was the Malta boat passing yes the sea andthe sky you could do what you liked lie there for ever he caressed them outside they lovedoing that its the roundness there I was leaning over him with my white ricestraw hat to takethe newness out of it the left side of my face the best my blouse open for his lastday transparent kind of shirt he had I could see his chest pink he wanted to touch minewith his for a moment but I wouldnt let him he was awfully put out first for fear younever know consumption or leave me with a child embarazada that old servant Ines toldme that one drop even if it got into you at all after I tried with the Banana but I wasafraid it might break and get lost up in me somewhere because they once took somethingdown out of a woman that was up there for years covered with limesalts theyre all madto get in there where they come out of youd think they could never go far enough up andthen theyre done with you in a way till the next time yes because theres a wonderful feelingthere so tender all the time how did we finish it off yes O yes I pulled him off into myhandkerchief pretending not to be excited but I opened my legs I wouldnt let him touchme inside my petticoat because I had a skirt opening up the side I tormented the life outof him first tickling him I loved rousing that dog in the hotel rrrsssstt awokwokawokhis eyes shut and a bird flying below us he was shy all the same I liked him like thatmoaning I made him blush a little when I got over him that way when I unbuttoned him andtook his out and drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it theyre all Buttons mendown the middle on the wrong side of them Molly darling he called me what was his nameJack Joe Harry Mulvey was it yes I think a lieutenant he was rather fair he had a laughingkind of a voice so I went round to the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache hadhe he said hed come back Lord its just like yesterday to me and if I was married hed doit to me and I promised him yes faithfully Id let him block me now flying perhaps hesdead or killed or a captain or admiral its nearly 20 years if I said firtree cove hewould if he came up behind me and put his hands over my eyes to guess who I might recognisehim hes young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the black water and is quitechanged they all do they havent half the character a woman has she little knows what I did withher beloved husband before he ever dreamt of her in broad daylight too in the sightof the whole world you might say they could have put an article about it in the ChronicleI was a bit wild after when I blew out the old bag the biscuits were in from Benady Brosand exploded it Lord what a bang all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back the sameway that we went over middle hill round by the old guardhouse and the jews burialplacepretending to read out the Hebrew on them I wanted to fire his pistol he said he hadntone he didnt know what to make of me with his peak cap on that he always wore crookedas often as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat that old Bishop that spokeoff the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding thebicycle and wearing peak caps and the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me moremoney I suppose theyre called after him I never thought that would be my name Bloomwhen I used to write it in print to see how it looked on a visiting card or practisingfor the butcher and oblige M Bloom youre looking blooming Josie used to say after I marriedhim well its better than Breen or Briggs does brig or those awful names with bottom in themMrs Ramsbottom or some other kind of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt go mad about either or supposeI divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother whoever she was might have given me a nicer name theLord knows after the lovely one she had Lunita Laredo the fun we had running along Willissroad to Europa point twisting in and out all round the other side of Jersey they were shakingand dancing about in my blouse like Millys little ones now when she runs up the stairsI loved looking down at them I was jumping up at the pepper trees and the white poplarspulling the leaves off and throwing them at him he went to India he was to write the voyagesthose men have to make to the ends of the world and back its the least they might geta squeeze or two at a woman while they can going out to be drowned or blown up somewhereI went up Windmill hill to the flats that Sunday morning with captain Rubios that wasdead spyglass like the sentry had he said hed have one or two from on board I wore thatfrock from the B Marche paris and the coral necklace the straits shining I could see overto Morocco almost the bay of Tangier white and the Atlas mountain with snow on it andthe straits like a river so clear Harry Molly darling I was thinking of him on the sea allthe time after at mass when my petticoat began to slip down at the elevation weeks and weeksI kept the handkerchief under my pillow for the smell of him there was no decent perfumeto be got in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau dEspagne that faded and left a stinkon you more than anything else I wanted to give him a memento he gave me that clumsyCladdagh ring for luck that I gave Gardner going to south Africa where those Boers killedhim with their war and fever but they were well beaten all the same as if it broughtits bad luck with it like an opal or pearl still it must have been pure 18 carrot goldbecause it was very heavy but what could you get in a place like that the sandfrog showerfrom Africa and that derelict ship that came up to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallitno he hadnt a moustache that was Gardner yes I can see his face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrongthat train again weeping tone once in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyesbreath my lips forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world the mists beganI hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let that out full when I get in frontof the footlights again Kathleen Kearney and her lot of squealers Miss This Miss That MissTheother lot of sparrowfarts skitting around talking about politics they know as much aboutas my backside anything in the world to make themselves someway interesting Irish homemadebeauties soldiers daughter am I ay and whose are you bootmakers and publicans I beg yourpardon coach I thought you were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if everthey got a chance of walking down the Alameda on an officers arm like me on the bandnightmy eyes flash my bust that they havent passion God help their poor head I knew more aboutmen and life when I was 15 than theyll all know at 50 they dont know how to sing a songlike that Gardner said no man could look at my mouth and teeth smiling like that and notthink of it I was afraid he mightnt like my accent first he so English all father leftme in spite of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and figure anyhow he always said theyre sosnotty about themselves some of those cads he wasnt a bit like that he was dead goneon my lips let them get a husband first thats fit to be looked at and a daughter like mineor see if they can excite a swell with money that can pick and choose whoever he wantslike Boylan to do it 4 or 5 times locked in each others arms or the voice either I couldhave been a prima donna only I married him comes looooves old deep down chin back nottoo much make it double My Ladys Bower is too long for an encore about the moated grangeat twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the south that he gaveafter the choirstairs performance Ill change that lace on my black dress to show off mybubs and Ill yes by God Ill get that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole isitching me always when I think of him I feel I want to I feel some wind in me better goeasy not wake him have him at it again slobbering after washing every bit of myself back bellyand sides if we had even a bath itself or my own room anyway I wish hed sleep in somebed by himself with his cold feet on me give us room even to let a fart God or do the leastthing better yes hold them like that a bit on my side piano quietly sweeeee theres thattrain far away pianissimo eeeee one more song that was a relief wherever you be let yourwind go free who knows if that pork chop I took with my cup of tea after was quite goodwith the heat I couldnt smell anything off it Im sure that queerlooking man in the porkbutchersis a great rogue I hope that lamp is not smoking fill my nose up with smuts better than havinghim leaving the gas on all night I couldnt rest easy in my bed in Gibraltar even gettingup to see why am I so damned nervous about that though I like it in the winter its morecompany O Lord it was rotten cold too that winter when I was only about ten was I yesI had the big doll with all the funny clothes dressing her up and undressing that icy windskeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the firewith the little bit of a short shift I had up to heat myself I loved dancing about init then make a race back into bed Im sure that fellow opposite used to be there thewhole time watching with the lights out in the summer and I in my skin hopping aroundI used to love myself then stripped at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when itcame to the chamber performance I put out the light too so then there were 2 of us goodbyeto my sleep for this night anyhow I hope hes not going to get in with those medicals leadinghim astray to imagine hes young again coming in at 4 in the morning it must be if not morestill he had the manners not to wake me what do they find to gabber about all night squanderingmoney and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he starts giving ushis orders for eggs and tea and Findon haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose well havehim sitting up like the king of the country pumping the wrong end of the spoon up anddown in his egg wherever he learned that from and I love to hear him falling up the stairsof a morning with the cups rattling on the tray and then play with the cat she rubs upagainst you for her own sake I wonder has she fleas shes as bad as a woman always lickingand lecking but I hate their claws I wonder do they see anything that we cant staringlike that when she sits at the top of the stairs so long and listening as I wait alwayswhat a robber too that lovely fresh plaice I bought I think Ill get a bit of fish tomorrowor today is it Friday yes I will with some blancmange with black currant jam like longago not those 2 lb pots of mixed plum and apple from the London and Newcastle Williamsand Woods goes twice as far only for the bones I hate those eels cod yes Ill get a nice pieceof cod Im always getting enough for 3 forgetting anyway Im sick of that everlasting butchersmeat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfspluck the very name is enough or a picnic suppose we all gave 5/- each and or let himpay it and invite some other woman for him who Mrs Fleming and drove out to the furryglen or the strawberry beds wed have him examining all the horses toenails first like he doeswith the letters no not with Boylan there yes with some cold veal and ham mixed sandwichesthere are little houses down at the bottom of the banks there on purpose but its as hotas blazes he says not a bank holiday anyhow I hate those ruck of Mary Ann coalboxes outfor the day Whit Monday is a cursed day too no wonder that bee bit him better the seasidebut Id never again in this life get into a boat with him after him at Bray telling theboatman he knew how to row if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the goldcup hed say yes then it came on to get rough the old thing crookeding about and the weightall down my side telling me pull the right reins now pull the left and the tide all swampingin floods in through the bottom and his oar slipping out of the stirrup its a mercy wewerent all drowned he can swim of course me no theres no danger whatsoever keep yourselfcalm in his flannel trousers Id like to have tattered them down off him before all thepeople and give him what that one calls flagellate till he was black and blue do him all thegood in the world only for that longnosed chap I dont know who he is with that otherbeauty Burke out of the City Arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the slip alwayswhere he wasnt wanted if there was a row on youd vomit a better face there was no lovelost between us thats 1 consolation I wonder what kind is that book he brought me Sweetsof Sin by a gentleman of fashion some other Mr de Kock I suppose the people gave him thatnickname going about with his tube from one woman to another I couldnt even change mynew white shoes all ruined with the saltwater and the hat I had with that feather all blowyand tossed on me how annoying and provoking because the smell of the sea excited me ofcourse the sardines and the bream in Catalan bay round the back of the rock they were fineall silver in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred they said came from Genoa andthe tall old chap with the earrings I dont like a man you have to climb up to to getat I suppose theyre all dead and rotten long ago besides I dont like being alone in thisbig barracks of a place at night I suppose Ill have to put up with it I never broughta bit of salt in even when we moved in the confusion musical academy he was going tomake on the first floor drawingroom with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggestedgo and ruin himself altogether the way his father did down in Ennis like all the thingshe told father he was going to do and me but I saw through him telling me all the lovelyplaces we could go for the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the gondolas and the lakeof Como he had a picture cut out of some paper of and mandolines and lanterns O how niceI said whatever I liked he was going to do immediately if not sooner will you be my manwill you carry my can he ought to get a leather medal with a putty rim for all the plans heinvents then leaving us here all day youd never know what old beggar at the door fora crust with his long story might be a tramp and put his foot in the way to prevent meshutting it like that picture of that hardened criminal he was called in Lloyds Weekly news20 years in jail then he comes out and murders an old woman for her money imagine his poorwife or mother or whoever she is such a face youd run miles away from I couldnt rest easytill I bolted all the doors and windows to make sure but its worse again being lockedup like in a prison or a madhouse they ought to be all shot or the cat of nine tails abig brute like that that would attack a poor old woman to murder her in her bed Id cutthem off him so I would not that hed be much use still better than nothing the night Iwas sure I heard burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a candle anda poker as if he was looking for a mouse as white as a sheet frightened out of his witsmaking as much noise as he possibly could for the burglars benefit there isnt much tosteal indeed the Lord knows still its the feeling especially now with Milly away suchan idea for him to send the girl down there to learn to take photographs on account ofhis grandfather instead of sending her to Skerrys academy where shed have to learn notlike me getting all at school only hed do a thing like that all the same on accountof me and Boylan thats why he did it Im certain the way he plots and plans everything outI couldnt turn round with her in the place lately unless I bolted the door first gaveme the fidgets coming in without knocking first when I put the chair against the doorjust as I was washing myself there below with the glove get on your nerves then doing theloglady all day put her in a glasscase with two at a time to look at her if he knew shebroke off the hand off that little gimcrack statue with her roughness and carelessnessbefore she left that I got that little Italian boy to mend so that you cant see the joinfor 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you of course shes right not to ruin herhands I noticed he was always talking to her lately at the table explaining things in thepaper and she pretending to understand sly of course that comes from his side of thehouse he cant say I pretend things can he Im too honest as a matter of fact and helpingher into her coat but if there was anything wrong with her its me shed tell not him Isuppose he thinks Im finished out and laid on the shelf well Im not no nor anything likeit well see well see now shes well on for flirting too with Tom Devans two sons imitatingme whistling with those romps of Murray girls calling for her can Milly come out pleaseshes in great demand to pick what they can out of her round in Nelson street riding HarryDevans bicycle at night its as well he sent her where she is she was just getting outof bounds wanting to go on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through theirnose I smelt it off her dress when I was biting off the thread of the button I sewed on tothe bottom of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me I tell you only I oughtnt tohave stitched it and it on her it brings a parting and the last plumpudding too splitin 2 halves see it comes out no matter what they say her tongue is a bit too long formy taste your blouse is open too low she says to me the pan calling the kettle blackbottomand I had to tell her not to cock her legs up like that on show on the windowsill beforeall the people passing they all look at her like me when I was her age of course any oldrag looks well on you then a great touchmenot too in her own way at the Only Way in theTheatre royal take your foot away out of that I hate people touching me afraid of her lifeId crush her skirt with the pleats a lot of that touching must go on in theatres in thecrush in the dark theyre always trying to wiggle up to you that fellow in the pit atthe Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last time Ill ever go there to be squashedlike that for any Trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and looking awayhes a bit daft I think I saw him after trying to get near two stylishdressed ladies outsideSwitzers window at the same little game I recognised him on the moment the face andeverything but he didnt remember me yes and she didnt even want me to kiss her at theBroadstone going away well I hope shell get someone to dance attendance on her the wayI did when she was down with the mumps and her glands swollen wheres this and wheresthat of course she cant feel anything deep yet I never came properly till I was what22 or so it went into the wrong place always only the usual girls nonsense and gigglingthat Conny Connolly writing to her in white ink on black paper sealed with sealingwaxthough she clapped when the curtain came down because he looked so handsome then we hadMartin Harvey for breakfast dinner and supper I thought to myself afterwards it must bereal love if a man gives up his life for her that way for nothing I suppose there are afew men like that left its hard to believe in it though unless it really happened tome the majority of them with not a particle of love in their natures to find two peoplelike that nowadays full up of each other that would feel the same way as you do theyre usuallya bit foolish in the head his father must have been a bit queer to go and poison himselfafter her still poor old man I suppose he felt lost shes always making love to my thingstoo the few old rags I have wanting to put her hair up at 15 my powder too only ruinher skin on her shes time enough for that all her life after of course shes restlessknowing shes pretty with her lips so red a pity they wont stay that way I was too buttheres no use going to the fair with the thing answering me like a fishwoman when I askedto go for a half a stone of potatoes the day we met Mrs Joe Gallaher at the trottingmatchesand she pretended not to see us in her trap with Friery the solicitor we werent grandenough till I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the ear for herself take that now foranswering me like that and that for your impudence she had me that exasperated of course contradictingI was badtempered too because how was it there was a weed in the tea or I didnt sleep thenight before cheese I ate was it and I told her over and over again not to leave knivescrossed like that because she has nobody to command her as she said herself well if hedoesnt correct her faith I will that was the last time she turned on the teartap I wasjust like that myself they darent order me about the place its his fault of course havingthe two of us slaving here instead of getting in a woman long ago am I ever going to havea proper servant again of course then shed see him coming Id have to let her know orshed revenge it arent they a nuisance that old Mrs Fleming you have to be walking roundafter her putting the things into her hands sneezing and farting into the pots well ofcourse shes old she cant help it a good job I found that rotten old smelly dishcloth thatgot lost behind the dresser I knew there was something and opened the area window to letout the smell bringing in his friends to entertain them like the night he walked home with adog if you please that might have been mad especially Simon Dedalus son his father sucha criticiser with his glasses up with his tall hat on him at the cricket match and agreat big hole in his sock one thing laughing at the other and his son that got all thoseprizes for whatever he won them in the intermediate imagine climbing over the railings if anybodysaw him that knew us I wonder he didnt tear a big hole in his grand funeral trousers asif the one nature gave wasnt enough for anybody hawking him down into the dirty old kitchennow is he right in his head I ask pity it wasnt washing day my old pair of drawers mighthave been hanging up too on the line on exhibition for all hed ever care with the ironmould markthe stupid old bundle burned on them he might think was something else and she never evenrendered down the fat I told her and now shes going such as she was on account of her paralysedhusband getting worse theres always something wrong with them disease or they have to gounder an operation or if its not that its drink and he beats her Ill have to hunt aroundagain for someone every day I get up theres some new thing on sweet God sweet God wellwhen Im stretched out dead in my grave I suppose Ill have some peace I want to get up a minuteif Im let wait O Jesus wait yes that thing has come on me yes now wouldnt that afflictyou of course all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had up in me now what am I todo Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that pester the soul out of a body unless he likes itsome men do God knows theres always something wrong with us 5 days every 3 or 4 weeks usualmonthly auction isnt it simply sickening that night it came on me like that the one andonly time we were in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to see Mrs Kendal and her husbandat the Gaiety something he did about insurance for him in Drimmies I was fit to be tied thoughI wouldnt give in with that gentleman of fashion staring down at me with his glasses and himthe other side of me talking about Spinoza and his soul thats dead I suppose millionsof years ago I smiled the best I could all in a swamp leaning forward as if I was interestedhaving to sit it out then to the last tag I wont forget that wife of Scarli in a hurrysupposed to be a fast play about adultery that idiot in the gallery hissing the womanadulteress he shouted I suppose he went and had a woman in the next lane running roundall the back ways after to make up for it I wish he had what I had then hed boo I betthe cat itself is better off than us have we too much blood up in us or what O patienceabove its pouring out of me like the sea anyhow he didnt make me pregnant as big as he isI dont want to ruin the clean sheets I just put on I suppose the clean linen I wore broughtit on too damn it damn it and they always want to see a stain on the bed to know yourea virgin for them all thats troubling them theyre such fools too you could be a widowor divorced 40 times over a daub of red ink would do or blackberry juice no thats toopurply O Jamesy let me up out of this pooh sweets of sin whoever suggested that businessfor women what between clothes and cooking and children this damned old bed too jinglinglike the dickens I suppose they could hear us away over the other side of the park tillI suggested to put the quilt on the floor with the pillow under my bottom I wonder isit nicer in the day I think it is easy I think Ill cut all this hair off me there scaldingme I might look like a young girl wouldnt he get the great suckin the next time he turnedup my clothes on me Id give anything to see his face wheres the chamber gone easy Ivea holy horror of its breaking under me after that old commode I wonder was I too heavysitting on his knee I made him sit on the easychair purposely when I took off only myblouse and skirt first in the other room he was so busy where he oughtnt to be he neverfelt me I hope my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I remember one timeI could scout it out straight whistling like a man almost easy O Lord how noisy I hopetheyre bubbles on it for a wad of money from some fellow Ill have to perfume it in themorning dont forget I bet he never saw a better pair of thighs than that look how white theyare the smoothest place is right there between this bit here how soft like a peach easy GodI wouldnt mind being a man and get up on a lovely woman O Lord what a row youre makinglike the jersey lily easy easy O how the waters come down at Lahore who knows is there anything the matter withmy insides or have I something growing in me getting that thing like that every weekwhen was it last I Whit Monday yes its only about 3 weeks I ought to go to the doctoronly it would be like before I married him when I had that white thing coming from meand Floey made me go to that dry old stick Dr Collins for womens diseases on Pembrokeroad your vagina he called it I suppose thats how he got all the gilt mirrors and carpetsgetting round those rich ones off Stephens green running up to him for every little fiddlefaddleher vagina and her cochinchina theyve money of course so theyre all right I wouldnt marryhim not if he was the last man in the world besides theres something queer about theirchildren always smelling around those filthy bitches all sides asking me if what I didhad an offensive odour what did he want me to do but the one thing gold maybe what aquestion if I smathered it all over his wrinkly old face for him with all my compriments Isuppose hed know then and could you pass it easily pass what I thought he was talkingabout the rock of Gibraltar the way he put it thats a very nice invention too by theway only I like letting myself down after in the hole as far as I can squeeze and pullthe chain then to flush it nice cool pins and needles still theres something in it Isuppose I always used to know by Millys when she was a child whether she had worms or notstill all the same paying him for that how much is that doctor one guinea please andasking me had I frequent omissions where do those old fellows get all the words they haveomissions with his shortsighted eyes on me cocked sideways I wouldnt trust him too farto give me chloroform or God knows what else still I liked him when he sat down to writethe thing out frowning so severe his nose intelligent like that you be damned you lyingstrap O anything no matter who except an idiot he was clever enough to spot that of coursethat was all thinking of him and his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connectedwith your glorious Body everything underlined that comes from it is a thing of beauty andof joy for ever something he got out of some nonsensical book that he had me always atmyself 4 and 5 times a day sometimes and I said I hadnt are you sure O yes I said I amquite sure in a way that shut him up I knew what was coming next only natural weaknessit was he excited me I dont know how the first night ever we met when I was living in Rehobothterrace we stood staring at one another for about 10 minutes as if we met somewhere Isuppose on account of my being jewess looking after my mother he used to amuse me the thingshe said with the half sloothering smile on him and all the Doyles said he was going tostand for a member of Parliament O wasnt I the born fool to believe all his blather abouthome rule and the land league sending me that long strool of a song out of the Huguenotsto sing in French to be more classy O beau pays de la Touraine that I never even sangonce explaining and rigmaroling about religion and persecution he wont let you enjoy anythingnaturally then might he as a great favour the very 1st opportunity he got a chance inBrighton square running into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his hands to wash it off withthe Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to use and the gelatine still round it O I laughedmyself sick at him that day I better not make an alnight sitting on this affair they oughtto make chambers a natural size so that a woman could sit on it properly he kneels downto do it I suppose there isnt in all creation another man with the habits he has look atthe way hes sleeping at the foot of the bed how can he without a hard bolster its wellhe doesnt kick or he might knock out all my teeth breathing with his hand on his noselike that Indian god he took me to show one wet Sunday in the museum in Kildare streetall yellow in a pinafore lying on his side on his hand with his ten toes sticking outthat he said was a bigger religion than the jews and Our Lords both put together all overAsia imitating him as hes always imitating everybody I suppose he used to sleep at thefoot of the bed too with his big square feet up in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thinganyway wheres this those napkins are ah yes I know I hope the old press doesnt creak ahI knew it would hes sleeping hard had a good time somewhere still she must have given himgreat value for his money of course he has to pay for it from her O this nuisance ofa thing I hope theyll have something better for us in the other world tying ourselvesup God help us thats all right for tonight now the lumpy old jingly bed always remindsme of old Cohen I suppose he scratched himself in it often enough and he thinks father boughtit from Lord Napier that I used to admire when I was a little girl because I told himeasy piano O I like my bed God here we are as bad as ever after 16 years how many houseswere we in at all Raymond terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard street and Holles streetand he goes about whistling every time were on the run again his huguenots or the frogsmarch pretending to help the men with our 4 sticks of furniture and then the City Armshotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the landing always somebodyinside praying then leaving all their stinks after them always know who was in there lastevery time were just getting on right something happens or he puts his big foot in it Thomsand Helys and Mr Cuffes and Drimmies either hes going to be run into prison over his oldlottery tickets that was to be all our salvations or he goes and gives impudence well have himcoming home with the sack soon out of the Freeman too like the rest on account of thoseSinner Fein or the freemasons then well see if the little man he showed me dribbling alongin the wet all by himself round by Coadys lane will give him much consolation that hesays is so capable and sincerely Irish he is indeed judging by the sincerity of thetrousers I saw on him wait theres Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the hour waittwo oclock well thats a nice hour of the night for him to be coming home at to anybody climbingdown into the area if anybody saw him Ill knock him off that little habit tomorrow firstIll look at his shirt to see or Ill see if he has that French letter still in his pocketbookI suppose he thinks I dont know deceitful men all their 20 pockets arent enough fortheir lies then why should we tell them even if its the truth they dont believe you thentucked up in bed like those babies in the Aristocrats Masterpiece he brought me anothertime as if we hadnt enough of that in real life without some old Aristocrat or whateverhis name is disgusting you more with those rotten pictures children with two heads andno legs thats the kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about with not another thingin their empty heads they ought to get slow poison the half of them then tea and toastfor him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose Im nothing any more when Iwouldnt let him lick me in Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever for the one thinghe slept on the floor half the night naked the way the jews used when somebody dies belongedto them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word wanting to be petted so I thought Istood out enough for one time and let him he does it all wrong too thinking only ofhis own pleasure his tongue is too flat or I dont know what he forgets that wethen Idont Ill make him do it again if he doesnt mind himself and lock him down to sleep inthe coalcellar with the blackbeetles I wonder was it her Josie off her head with my castoffshes such a born liar too no hed never have the courage with a married woman thats whyhe wants me and Boylan though as for her Denis as she calls him that forlornlooking spectacleyou couldnt call him a husband yes its some little bitch hes got in with even when I waswith him with Milly at the College races that Hornblower with the childs bonnet on the topof his nob let us into by the back way he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those twodoing skirt duty up and down I tried to wink at him first no use of course and thats theway his money goes this is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were all in great styleat the grand funeral in the paper Boylan brought in if they saw a real officers funeral thatdbe something reversed arms muffled drums the poor horse walking behind in black L Boomand Tom Kernan that drunken little barrelly man that bit his tongue off falling down themens W C drunk in some place or other and Martin Cunningham and the two Dedaluses andFanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a turn in her eye tryingto sing my songs shed want to be born all over again and her old green dress with thelowneck as she cant attract them any other way like dabbling on a rainy day I see itall now plainly and they call that friendship killing and then burying one another and theyall with their wives and families at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaidhe does of course his wife is always sick or going to be sick or just getting betterof it and hes a goodlooking man still though hes getting a bit grey over the ears theyrea nice lot all of them well theyre not going to get my husband again into their clutchesif I can help it making fun of him then behind his back I know well when he goes on withhis idiotics because he has sense enough not to squander every penny piece he earns downtheir gullets and looks after his wife and family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam allthe same Im sorry in a way for him what are his wife and 5 children going to do unlesshe was insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in some pub corner and her or herson waiting Bill Bailey wont you please come home her widows weeds wont improve her appearancetheyre awfully becoming though if youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he was at the Glencreedinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night he borrowed the swallowtail to singout of in Holles street squeezed and squashed into them and grinning all over his big Dollyface like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough thatmust have been a spectacle on the stage imagine paying 5/- in the preserved seats for thatto see him trotting off in his trowlers and Simon Dedalus too he was always turning uphalf screwed singing the second verse first the old love is the new was one of his sosweetly sang the maiden on the hawthorn bough he was always on for flirtyfying too whenI sang Maritana with him at Freddy Mayers private opera he had a delicious gloriousvoice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always sang it not like Bartell DArcy sweettart goodbye of course he had the gift of the voice so there was no art in it all overyou like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was abit too high for my register even transposed and he was married at the time to May Gouldingbut then hed say or do something to knock the good out of it hes a widower now I wonderwhat sort is his son he says hes an author and going to be a university professor ofItalian and Im to take lessons what is he driving at now showing him my photo its notgood of me I ought to have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of fashion stillI look young in it I wonder he didnt make him a present of it altogether and me tooafter all why not I saw him driving down to the Kingsbridge station with his father andmother I was in mourning thats 11 years ago now yes hed be 11 though what was the goodin going into mourning for what was neither one thing nor the other the first cry wasenough for me I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the wall of course he insisted hed go intomourning for the cat I suppose hes a man now by this time he was an innocent boy then anda darling little fellow in his lord Fauntleroy suit and curly hair like a prince on the stagewhen I saw him at Mat Dillons he liked me too I remember they all do wait by God yeswait yes hold on he was on the cards this morning when I laid out the deck union witha young stranger neither dark nor fair you met before I thought it meant him but hesno chicken nor a stranger either besides my face was turned the other way what was the7th card after that the 10 of spades for a journey by land then there was a letter onits way and scandals too the 3 queens and the 8 of diamonds for a rise in society yeswait it all came out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at that and didnt I dream somethingtoo yes there was something about poetry in it I hope he hasnt long greasy hair hanginginto his eyes or standing up like a red Indian what do they go about like that for only gettingthemselves and their poetry laughed at I always liked poetry when I was a girl first I thoughthe was a poet like lord Byron and not an ounce of it in his composition I thought he wasquite different I wonder is he too young hes about wait 88 I was married 88 Milly is 15yesterday 89 what age was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 about 88 I suppose hes 20 or more Imnot too old for him if hes 23 or 24 I hope hes not that stuckup university student sortno otherwise he wouldnt go sitting down in the old kitchen with him taking Eppss cocoaand talking of course he pretended to understand it all probably he told him he was out ofTrinity college hes very young to be a professor I hope hes not a professor like Goodwin washe was a potent professor of John Jameson they all write about some woman in their poetrywell I suppose he wont find many like me where softly sighs of love the light guitar wherepoetry is in the air the blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully coming back onthe nightboat from Tarifa the lighthouse at Europa point the guitar that fellow playedwas so expressive will I ever go back there again all new faces two glancing eyes a latticehid Ill sing that for him theyre my eyes if hes anything of a poet two eyes as darklybright as loves own star arent those beautiful words as loves young star itll be a changethe Lord knows to have an intelligent person to talk to about yourself not always listeningto him and Billy Prescotts ad and Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad then if anything goeswrong in their business we have to suffer Im sure hes very distinguished Id like tomeet a man like that God not those other ruck besides hes young those fine young men I couldsee down in Margate strand bathingplace from the side of the rock standing up in the sunnaked like a God or something and then plunging into the sea with them why arent all men likethat thered be some consolation for a woman like that lovely little statue he bought Icould look at him all day long curly head and his shoulders his finger up for you tolisten theres real beauty and poetry for you I often felt I wanted to kiss him all overalso his lovely young cock there so simple I wouldnt mind taking him in my mouth if nobodywas looking as if it was asking you to suck it so clean and white he looks with his boyishface I would too in 1/2 a minute even if some of it went down what its only like gruel orthe dew theres no danger besides hed be so clean compared with those pigs of men I supposenever dream of washing it from 1 years end to the other the most of them only thats whatgives the women the moustaches Im sure itll be grand if I can only get in with a handsomeyoung poet at my age Ill throw them the 1st thing in the morning till I see if the wishcardcomes out or Ill try pairing the lady herself and see if he comes out Ill read and studyall I can find or learn a bit off by heart if I knew who he likes so he wont think mestupid if he thinks all women are the same and I can teach him the other part Ill makehim feel all over him till he half faints under me then hell write about me lover andmistress publicly too with our 2 photographs in all the papers when he becomes famous Obut then what am I going to do about him though no thats no way for him has he no mannersnor no refinement nor no nothing in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottombecause I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a cabbage thatswhat you get for not keeping them in their proper place pulling off his shoes and trousersthere on the chair before me so barefaced without even asking permission and standingout that vulgar way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or abutcher or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course hes right enoughin his way to pass the time as a joke sure you might as well be in bed with what witha lion God Im sure hed have something better to say for himself an old Lion would O wellI suppose its because they were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldntresist they excite myself sometimes its well for men all the amount of pleasure they getoff a womans body were so round and white for them always I wished I was one myselffor a change just to try with that thing they have swelling up on you so hard and at thesame time so soft when you touch it my uncle John has a thing long I heard those cornerboyssaying passing the comer of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a thing hairy because itwas dark and they knew a girl was passing it didnt make me blush why should it eitherits only nature and he puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turnsout to be you put the handle in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and choosewhat they please a married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their different tasteslike those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be always chained up theyrenot going to be chaining me up no damn fear once I start I tell you for their stupid husbandsjealousy why cant we all remain friends over it instead of quarrelling her husband foundit out what they did together well naturally and if he did can he undo it hes coronadoanyway whatever he does and then he going to the other mad extreme about the wife inFair Tyrants of course the man never even casts a 2nd thought on the husband or wifeeither its the woman he wants and he gets her what else were we given all those desiresfor Id like to know I cant help it if Im young still can I its a wonder Im not an old shrivelledhag before my time living with him so cold never embracing me except sometimes when hesasleep the wrong end of me not knowing I suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottomId throw my hat at him after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent 1 atomof any kind of expression in us all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id dothat to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I kiss the feet of you senoritatheres some sense in that didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understandshis cracked ideas but me still of course a woman wants to be embraced 20 times a dayalmost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to be in love or loved by somebodyif the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the Lord God I was thinking would I goaround by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a sailoroff the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only do it off up ina gate somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitchednear the Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they could I only sent minethere a few times for the name model laundry sending me back over and over some old onesodd stockings that blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch attackme in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word or a murderer anybodywhat they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk hats that K C lives up somewherethis way coming out of Hardwicke lane the night he gave us the fish supper on accountof winning over the boxing match of course it was for me he gave it I knew him by hisgaiters and the walk and when I turned round a minute after just to see there was a womanafter coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home to his wife after that onlyI suppose the half of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big carcassout of that for the love of Mike listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee sowell he may sleep and sigh the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if he knew how he cameout on the cards this morning hed have something to sigh for a dark man in some perplexitybetween 2 7s too in prison for Lord knows what he does that I dont know and Im to beslooching around down in the kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolledup like a mummy will I indeed did you ever see me running Id just like to see myselfat it show them attention and they treat you like dirt I dont care what anybody says itdbe much better for the world to be governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women goingand killing one another and slaughtering when do you ever see women rolling around drunklike they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses yes because awoman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be in the world atall only for us they dont know what it is to be a woman and a mother how could theywhere would they all of them be if they hadnt all a mother to look after them what I neverhad thats why I suppose hes running wild now out at night away from his books and studiesand not living at home on account of the usual rowy house I suppose well its a poor casethat those that have a fine son like that theyre not satisfied and I none was he notable to make one it wasnt my fault we came together when I was watching the two dogsup in her behind in the middle of the naked street that disheartened me altogether I supposeI oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I knitted crying as I was butgive it to some poor child but I knew well Id never have another our 1st death too itwas we were never the same since O Im not going to think myself into the glooms aboutthat any more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was somebodystrange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting God knows who nightwalkersand pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive ruining himself forlife perhaps still its a lovely hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances theair of the night they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants what hewont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I hate that in women no wonderthey treat us the way they do we are a dreadful lot of bitches I suppose its all the troubleswe have makes us so snappy Im not like that he could easy have slept in there on the sofain the other room I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young hardly 20 of mein the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder itslike those names in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had the devils queer names there fatherVilaplana of Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Calle lasSiete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go anddrown myself in the first river if I had a name like her O my and all the bits of streetsParadise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gapsteps well small blame to me if I am a harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I dontfeel a day older than then I wonder could I get my tongue round any of the Spanish comoesta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent forgotten it all I thought I had onlyfor the grammar a noun is the name of any person place or thing pity I never tried toread that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in it allupside down the two ways I always knew wed go away in the end I can tell him the Spanishand he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not so ignorant what a pity he didnt stayIm sure the poor fellow was dead tired and wanted a good sleep badly I could have broughthim in his breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on the knifefor bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the watercress and something niceand tasty there are a few olives in the kitchen he might like I never could bear the lookof them in Abrines I could do the criada the room looks all right since I changed it theother way you see something was telling me all the time Id have to introduce myself notknowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife or pretend we were in Spain withhim half awake without a Gods notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord thecracked things come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed withus why not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room he could dohis writing and studies at the table in there for all the scribbling he does at it and ifhe wants to read in bed in the morning like me as hes making the breakfast for 1 he canmake it for 2 Im sure Im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him if he takesa gesabo of a house like this Id love to have a long talk with an intelligent welleducatedperson Id have to get a nice pair of red slippers like those Turks with the fez used to sellor yellow and a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want or a peachblossom dressingjacket like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 Ill just give him one more chanceIll get up early in the morning Im sick of Cohens old bed in any case I might go overto the markets to see all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and allkinds of splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the 1st man Idmeet theyre out looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used to say they are and the nighttoo that was her massgoing Id love a big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when Iused to be in the longing way then Ill throw him up his eggs and tea in the moustachecupshe gave him to make his mouth bigger I suppose hed like my nice cream too I know what Illdo Ill go about rather gay not too much singing a bit now and then mi fa pieta Masetto thenIll start dressing myself to go out presto non son piu forte Ill put on my best shiftand drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make his micky stand for him Illlet him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is fucked yes and damn well fuckedtoo up to my neck nearly not by him 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of his spunkon the clean sheet I wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to satisfy him if youdont believe me feel my belly unless I made him stand there and put him into me Ive amind to tell him every scrap and make him do it out in front of me serve him right itsall his own fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in the gallery said O much aboutit if thats all the harm ever we did in this vale of tears God knows its not much doesnteverybody only they hide it I suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for orHe wouldnt have made us the way He did so attractive to men then if he wants to kissmy bottom Ill drag open my drawers and bulge it right out in his face as large as lifehe can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole as hes there my brown part then Ill tell himI want £ 1 or perhaps 30/- Ill tell him I want to buy underclothes then if he givesme that well he wont be too bad I dont want to soak it all out of him like other womendo I could often have written out a fine cheque for myself and write his name on it for acouple of pounds a few times he forgot to lock it up besides he wont spend it Ill lethim do it off on me behind provided he doesnt smear all my good drawers O I suppose thatcant be helped Ill do the indifferent 1 or 2 questions Ill know by the answers when heslike that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him Ill tighten my bottom welland let out a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the first mad thing comesinto my head then Ill suggest about yes O wait now sonny my turn is coming Ill be quitegay and friendly over it O but I was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh you wouldntknow which to laugh or cry were such a mixture of plum and apple no Ill have to wear theold things so much the better itll be more pointed hell never know whether he did itor not there thats good enough for you any old thing at all then Ill wipe him off mejust like a business his omission then Ill go out Ill have him eying up at the ceilingwhere is she gone now make him want me thats the only way a quarter after what an unearthlyhour I suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing out their pigtails for the daywell soon have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleepexcept an odd priest or two for his night office or the alarmclock next door at cockshoutclattering the brains out of itself let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kindof flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street wasmuch nicer the apron he gave me was like that something only I only wore it twice betterlower this lamp and try again so as I can get up early Ill go to Lambes there besideFindlaters and get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in case he brings himhome tomorrow today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first I want to do the place upsomeway the dust grows in it I think while Im asleep then we can have music and cigarettesI can accompany him first I must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I wearshall I wear a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich bigshop at 7 1/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar 11da couple of lbs of those a nice plant for the middle of the table Id get that cheaperin wait wheres this I saw them not long ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole placeswimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the seaand the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and allkinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to seerivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing upeven out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres noGod I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go andcreate something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and washthe cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying andwhy why because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know themwell who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it allwho ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stopthe sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying amongthe rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I gothim to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and itwas leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breathyes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yesthat was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes thatwas why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I couldalways get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he askedme to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I wasthinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and fatherand old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washingup dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house withthe thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughingin their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and thejews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Dukestreet and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slippinghalf asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the bigwheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and thosehandsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their littlebit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hidfor her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and thenight we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lampand O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire andthe glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer littlestreets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine andgeraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountainyes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a redyes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as anotherand then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to sayyes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to meso he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes Isaid yes I will Yes.
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ZOE: Is he hungry?
STEPHEN: (EXTENDSHIS HAND TO HER SMILING AND CHANTS TO THEAIR OF THE BLOODOATH IN THE Dusk of the Gods)
Hangende Hunger, Fragende Frau, Macht uns alle kaputt.
ZOE:(TRAGICALLY)Hamlet,Iamthyfather'sgimlet!(SHETAKESHISHAND) Blue eyes beauty I'll read your hand. (SHE POINTS TO HIS FOREHEAD) No wit, no wrinkles. (SHE COUNTS) Two, three, Mars, that's courage. (STEPHEN SHAKESHIS HEAD) No kid.
LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. The youth who could not shiver and shake. (TO ZOE) Who taught you palmistry?
ZOE: (TURNS) Ask myballocks that I haven't got. (TO STEPHEN) I see it in your face. The eye, like that. (SHE FROWNS WITH LOWERED HEAD)
LYNCH: (LAUGHING, SLAPS KITTY BEHIND TWICE) Like that. Pandybat.
(TWICE LOUDLY A PANDYBAT CRACKS, THE COFFIN OF THE PIANOLA FLIES OPEN, THE BALD LITTLE ROUND JACK-IN-THE-BOXHEADOFFATHER DOLAN SPRINGS UP.)
FATHER DOLAN: Any boy want flogging?Broke his glasses?Lazy idle little schemer. See it in your eye.
(MILD, BENIGN, RECTORIAL, REPROVING, THE HEAD OF DON JOHN CONMEE RISES FROM THE PIANOLA COFFIN.)
DONJOHNCONMEE:Now,FatherDolan!Now.I'msurethatStephenisaverygood little boy!
ZOE: (EXAMINING STEPHEN'SPALM)Woman'shand.
STEPHEN: (MURMURS) Continue. Lie. Hold me. Caress. I never could read His handwritingexceptHiscriminalthumbprint on the haddock.
ZOE: What day were you born? STEPHEN: Thursday. Today.
ZOE:Thursday'schildhasfartogo.(SHETRACESLINESONHISHAND)Lineof 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:(DETACHESHERFINGERSANDOFFERSHISPALM)Moreharmthan good. Here. Read mine.
BELLA:Show.(SHETURNSUPBLOOM'SHAND)Ithoughtso.Knobbyknucklesfor thewomen.
ZOE:(PEERINGATBLOOM'SPALM)Gridiron.Travelsbeyondtheseaandmarry money.
BLOOM:Wrong.
ZOE: (QUICKLY) O, I see. Short littlefinger. Henpecked husband. That wrong? (BLACKLIZ,AHUGEROOSTERHATCHINGINACHALKEDCIRCLE,RISES,
STRETCHES HER WINGS AND CLUCKS.) BLACK LIZ: Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook.
(SHE SIDLES FROM HER NEWLAID EGG AND WADDLES OFF)
BLOOM:(POINTSTOHISHAND)Thatwealthereisanaccident.Fellandcutit twentytwo years ago. I was sixteen.
ZOE: I see, says the blind man. Tell us news.
STEPHEN:See?Movestoonegreatgoal.Iam twentytwo.Sixteenyearsagohewas twentytwo too. Sixteen yearsago I twentytwo tumbled. Twentytwoyearsagohesixteen felloffhishobbyhorse.(HEWINCES)Hurtmy handsomewhere.Mustseeadentist. Money?
(ZOE WHISPERS TO FLORRY. THEYGIGGLE. BLOOM RELEASES HIS HAND AND WRITES IDLYON THETABLE IN BACKHAND,PENCILLING SLOW CURVES.)
FLORRY: What?
(A HACKNEYCAR, NUMBER THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTYFOUR, WITHA GALLANTBUTTOCKED MARE, DRIVEN BY JAMES BARTON, HARMONY AVENUE,DONNYBROOK,TROTSPAST.BLAZES BOYLANAND LENEHAN SPRAWL SWAYING ON THE SIDESEATS. THE ORMOND BOOTS CROUCHES BEHIND ON THE AXLE. SADLY OVERTHE CROSSBLIND LYDIA DOUCE AND MINA KENNEDY GAZE.)
THE BOOTS: (JOGGING, MOCKS THEMWITH THUMBANDWRIGGLING 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 LEANS, HIS BOATER STRAW SET SIDEWAYS, A RED FLOWER IN HIS MOUTH.LENEHAN IN YACHTSMAN'SCAPANDWHITESHOESOFFICIOUSLY DETACHES A LONG HAIR FROM BLAZESBOYLAN'S COAT SHOULDER.)
LENEHAN:Ho! What do I here behold?Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?
BOYLAN: (SEATED, SMILES) Plucking a turkey. LENEHAN:A good night's work.
BOYLAN: (HOLDING UP FOUR THICK BLUNTUNGULATED FINGERS, WINKS) 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:(JUMPSSURELYFROMTHECARANDCALLSLOUDLYFORALL TO HEAR) Hello, Bloom!Mrs Bloomdressed yet?
BLOOM: (IN FLUNKEY'S PRUNE PLUSH COATAND KNEEBREECHES,BUFF STOCKINGS AND POWDERED WIG) I'm afraid not, sir. The last articles ...
BOYLAN:(TOSSESHIMSIXPENCE)Here, to buy yourself a gin and splash. (HE HANGSHISHATSMARTLYONAPEGOF BLOOM'S ANTLERED HEAD)Show me in. I have a little private business with your wife, you understand?
BLOOM: Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. MadamTweedy is in her bath, sir.
MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured. (SHE PLOPSSPLASHINGOUT OFTHEWATER)Raouldarling,comeanddryme.I'minmypelt.Onlymynewhatand a carriage sponge.
BOYLAN: (A MERRY TWINKLEIN HIS EYE) Topping! BELLA: What?What is it?
(ZOE WHISPERS TO HER.)
MARION:Lethim look,thepishogue!Pimp! Andscourgehimself!I'llwritetoa powerfulprostituteorBartholomona,thebeardedwoman,toraisewealsoutonhim an inch thick and make him bring meback a signed and stamped receipt.
BOYLAN:(claspshimself)Here, Ican'tholdthislittlelotmuchlonger.(hestridesoffon stiff cavalry legs)
BELLA: (LAUGHING)Ho ho ho ho.
BOYLAN: (TO BLOOM, OVERHIS SHOULDER) You can apply your eye to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few times.
BLOOM:Thankyou,sir.Iwill, sir.MayIbring twomenchumstowitnessthedeed and takeasnapshot?(HEHOLDSOUTANOINTMENTJAR)Vaseline,sir?Orangeflower
...?Lukewarm water ...?
KITTY: (FROM THE SOFA) Tell us, Florry. Tell us. What.
(FLORRYWHISPERSTOHER.WHISPERING LOVEWORDSMURMUR, LIPLAPPING LOUDLY, POPPYSMIC PLOPSLOP.)
MINAKENNEDY:(HEREYESUPTURNED)O,itmustbelikethescentof geraniums and lovely peaches! O, he simply idolises every bit of her! Stuck together! Covered with kisses!
LYDIA DOUCE: (HER MOUTH OPENING) Yumyum. O, he's carrying her round the room doingit!Rideacockhorse.YoucouldheartheminParisandNewYork.Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream.
KITTY: (LAUGHING)Hee hee hee.
BOYLAN'S VOICE: (SWEETLY, HOARSELY, IN THEPIT OF HIS STOMACH) Ah! Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht!
MARION'SVOICE: (HOARSELY, SWEETLY,RISINGTOHERTHROAT)O! Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?
BLOOM:(HISEYESWILDLYDILATED, CLASPSHIMSELF)Show!Hide!Show! Plough her! More! Shoot!
BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: 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 THEMIRROR.THE FACE OFWILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, BEARDLESS, APPEARS THERE, RIGID 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 vacantmind.(TOBLOOM)Thouthoughtestashowthouwastestinvisible.Gaze. (HE CROWS WITH A BLACK CAPON'S LAUGH) Iagogo! How myOldfellow 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:Lapsesarecondoned.EventhegreatNapoleonwhenmeasurementsweretaken next the skin after his death ...
(MRSDIGNAM,WIDOW WOMAN,HER SNUBNOSEANDCHEEKSFLUSHED WITH DEATHTALK, TEARSAND TUNNEY'S TAWNY SHERRY,HURRIESBY IN HER WEEDS, HER BONNET AWRY, ROUGING AND POWDERING HER CHEEKS, LIPS AND NOSE,A 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 UMBRELLAUNDERWHICHHERBROODRUNWITHHER,PATSYHOPPING ON ONE SHOD FOOT, HIS COLLAR LOOSE, A HANK OF PORKSTEAKS DANGLING, FREDDY WHIMPERING, SUSYWITH A CRYING COD'S MOUTH, ALICE STRUGGLING WITH THE BABY. SHECUFFS THEM ON,HER STREAMERS FLAUNTING ALOFT.)
FREDDY:Ah,ma,you'redragging me along! SUSY: Mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over!
SHAKESPEARE: (WITH PARALYTIC RAGE) Weda seca whokilla farst.
(THE FACE OF MARTIN CUNNINGHAM,BEARDED, REFEATURES SHAKESPEARE'SBEARDLESSFACE.THE MARQUEE UMBRELLA SWAYS DRUNKENLY, THE CHILDREN RUN ASIDE. UNDER THE UMBRELLA APPEARSMRS CUNNINGHAMIN MERRYWIDOW HAT ANDKIMONO GOWN. SHE GLIDES SIDLING AND BOWING, TWIRLING JAPANESILY.)
MRS CUNNINGHAM: (SINGS)
And they call me the jewel of Asia!
MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (GAZES ON HER,IMPASSIVE) Immense! Most bloody awful demirep!
STEPHEN:ETEXALTABUNTURCORNUAIUSTI.Queenslay withprizebulls. Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first confessionbox. ForgetnotMadam GrisselSteevensnorthesuinescionsofthehouseofLambert.And Noah was drunk with wine. And his ark was open.
BELLA: None of that here. Come to the wrong shop. LYNCH: Let himalone. He's back fromParis.
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 WHEREHESTANDSWITHSHRUGGED SHOULDERS,FINNY HANDS OUTSPREAD, A PAINTED SMILE ON HIS FACE.)
LYNCH: (POMMELLING ON THE SOFA) Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm.
STEPHEN: (GABBLES WITH MARIONETTE JERKS) Thousand places of entertainmenttoexpenseyoureveningswith lovelyladiessalingglovesandotherthings perhapshersheartbeerchopsperfectfashionablehousevery eccentricwherelotscocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisianclowneriesextrafoolishforbachelorsforeignsthe sameiftalkingapoorenglish howmuchsmarttheyareonthingsloveandsensationsvoluptuous.Mistersveryselects forispleasuremusttovisitheaven andhellshowwithmortuarycandles andthey tears silverwhichoccureverynight.Perfectlyshockingterrificof religion'sthingsmockery 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 TONGUELOUDLY)HO, LA LA!CE PIF QU'IL A!
LYNCH: VIVE LE VAMPIRE! THE WHORES: Bravo! Parleyvoo!
STEPHEN: (GRIMACING WITH HEADBACK, LAUGHS LOUDLY, CLAPPING HIMSELF)Greatsuccessoflaughing.Angelsmuch 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 ABOUTHIMWITHGROTESQUEGESTURES WHICH LYNCH AND THE WHORES REPLY TO) Caoutchouc statue woman reversibleorlifesizetompeeptom ofvirginsnuditiesverylesbicthekissfivetentimes. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides alsoifdesireactawfullybestialbutcher'sboypollutesinwarm vealliveroromletonthe belly PIECE DE SHAKESPEARE.
BELLA: (CLAPPING HER BELLY SINKSBACK ON THE SOFA, WITH A SHOUT OF LAUGHTER) An omelette on the ... Ho! ho! ho! ho! ... omelette on the ...
STEPHEN: (MINCINGLY) I love you, sir darling. Speak you englishman tonguefor DOUBLE ENTENTE CORDIALE. O yes, MON 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:(EXTENDSHISARMS)Itwashere.Streetofharlots.InSerpentineavenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. Where's the red carpet spread? BLOOM: (APPROACHING STEPHEN) Look ...
STEPHEN:No,Iflew.Myfoesbeneathme. Andevershallbe.Worldwithoutend.(HE CRIES) PATER! Free!
BLOOM: I say, look ...
STEPHEN:Breakmyspirit,willhe?O MERDEALORS!(HECRIES,HISVULTURE TALONS SHARPENED) Hola! Hillyho!
(SIMON DEDALUS' VOICE HILLOES INANSWER,SOMEWHAT SLEEPY BUT READY.)
SIMON: That's all right. (HE SWOOPS UNCERTAINLY THROUGH THEAIR, WHEELING, UTTERING CRIESOF HEARTENING, ON STRONG PONDEROUS BUZZARDWINGS)Ho,boy!Are yougoingtowin?Hoop!Pschatt! Stable with those halfcastes.Wouldn'tletthemwithinthebawlofanass.Headup!Keepourflagflying! Aneaglegulesvolantinafieldargentdisplayed. Ulster king at arms! Haihoop! (HE MAKES THE BEAGLE'S CALL, GIVING TONGUE) Bulbul! Burblblburblbl! Hai, boy!
(THEFRONDSANDSPACESOF THEWALLPAPER FILERAPIDLY ACROSS COUNTRY. A STOUT FOX, DRAWN FROM COVERT, BRUSH POINTED, HAVINGBURIEDHISGRANDMOTHER,RUNSSWIFT FOR THEOPEN, BRIGHTEYED,SEEKINGBADGEREARTH,UNDERTHELEAVES.THEPACK OF STAGHOUNDS FOLLOWS,NOSE TO THE GROUND, SNIFFING THEIR QUARRY, BEAGLEBAYING, BURBLBRBLING TO BE BLOODED. WARD UNION HUNTSMEN AND HUNTSWOMEN LIVE WITHTHEM, HOT FOR A KILL. FROM SIX MILE POINT, FLATHOUSE, NINE MILE STONE FOLLOW THE FOOTPEOPLE WITH KNOTTY STICKS, HAYFORKS, SALMONGAFFS,LASSOS, FLOCKMASTERSWITHSTOCKWHIPS,BEARBAITERSWITH TOMTOMS, TOREADORS WITH BULLSWORDS, GREYNEGROES WAVING TORCHES. THE CROWD BAWLS OF DICERS, CROWN AND ANCHOR PLAYERS, THIMBLERIGGERS, BROADSMEN. CROWSAND TOUTS, HOARSEBOOKIES IN HIGH WIZARD HATSCLAMOUR DEAFENINGLY.)
THE CROWD:
Cardoftheraces.Racingcard! Ten toonethefield! Tommyontheclayhere! Tommyontheclay! Tentoonebarone!Tentoonebarone! Tryyourluckon Spinning Jenny! Ten to one bar one! Sell themonkey,boys! Sell themonkey! I'll give ten to one! Ten to one bar one!
(A DARK HORSE,RIDERLESS, BOLTS LIKE A PHANTOM PASTTHE WINNINGPOST, HIS MANE MOONFOAMING, HIS EYEBALLS STARS. THE FIELDFOLLOWS,ABUNCHOFBUCKING MOUNTS. SKELETON HORSES, SCEPTRE,MAXIMUM THE SECOND, ZINFANDEL, THE DUKE OF WESTMINSTER'S SHOTOVER, REPULSE, THE DUKE OF BEAUFORT'S CEYLON, PRIX DE PARIS. DWARFS RIDE THEM, RUSTYARMOURED, LEAPING,LEAPING IN THEIR, IN THEIR SADDLES. LAST IN A DRIZZLEOF RAIN ON A BROKENWINDED ISABELLE NAG, COCK OF THE NORTH, THE FAVOURITE, HONEY CAP, GREEN JACKET, ORANGE SLEEVES, GARRETT DEASY UP, GRIPPING THE REINS, AHOCKEYSTICKAT THE READY. HISNAG ON SPAVINED WHITEGAITERED FEET JOGS ALONG THE ROCKY ROAD.)
THEORANGELODGES:(JEERING)Getdown andpush,mister.Lastlap!You'llbe home the night!
GARRETTDEASY:(BOLT UPRIGHT,HISNAILSCRAPED FACE PLASTERED WITH POSTAGESTAMPS, BRANDISHES HISHOCKEYSTICK,HISBLUEEYES FLASHING IN THE PRISM OF THE CHANDELIER AS HIS MOUNT LOPES BY AT SCHOOLING GALLOP)
PER VIAS RECTAS!
(A YOKE OF BUCKETS LEOPARDS ALLOVERHIMAND HIS REARING NAG A TORRENT OF MUTTON BROTH WITH DANCING COINS OF CARROTS, BARLEY, ONIONS, TURNIPS, POTATOES.)
THE GREEN LODGES: Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!
(PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTONAND CISSY CAFFREY PASS BENEATH THE WINDOWS, SINGING IN DISCORD.)
STEPHEN: Hark! Our friend noise in the street. ZOE: (HOLDS UPHERHAND) Stop!
PRIVATECARR,PRIVATECOMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY: Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for ...
ZOE: That'sme. (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'smy augur's rod? (HE RUNS TO THE PIANO AND TAKES HIS ASHPLANT, BEATING HIS FOOT IN TRIPUDIUM)
ZOE: (TURNS THE DRUMHANDLE) There.
(SHE DROPS TWO PENNIES IN THESLOT.GOLD,PINKANDVIOLETLIGHTS START FORTH.THEDRUMTURNSPURRINGINLOW HESITATIONWALTZ. PROFESSOR GOODWIN, IN A BOWKNOTTED PERIWIG, IN COURT DRESS, WEARING A STAINED INVERNESS CAPE,BENTIN TWOFROMINCREDIBLE AGE, TOTTERS ACROSS THE ROOM, HIS HANDSFLUTTERING. HE SITS TINILY ON THE PIANOSTOOLANDLIFTSAND BEATS HANDLESS STICKSOF ARMS ON THE KEYBOARD,NODDING WITH DAMSEL'SGRACE,HIS BOWKNOTBOBBING)
ZOE: (TWIRLS ROUND HERSELF, HEELTAPPING) Dance. Anybody here for there? Who'll dance? Clear the table.
(THEPIANOLAWITHCHANGINGLIGHTSPLAYSINWALTZTIME 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.STEPHEN,ARMINGZOEWITH EXAGGERATED GRACE, BEGINS TO WALTZ HER ROUND THE ROOM. BLOOM STANDS ASIDE. HER SLEEVE FILLING FROM GRACING ARMS REVEALSA WHITE FLESHFLOWEROFVACCINATION.BETWEENTHE CURTAINSPROFESSOR MAGINNI INSERTS A LEG ON THE TOEPOINT OF WHICHSPINSASILKHAT.WITHADEFTKICKHESENDSITSPINNINGTO HIS CROWN AND JAUNTYHATTED SKATESIN.HEWEARSASLATE FROCKCOATWITHCLARETSILKLAPELS, A GORGET OF CREAM TULLE, A GREEN LOWCUTWAISTCOAT, STOCK COLLAR WITH WHITEKERCHIEF, TIGHTLAVENDERTROUSERS,PATENTPUMPSANDCANARYGLOVES.IN HIS BUTTONHOLE IS AN IMMENSE DAHLIA. HE TWIRLSIN REVERSED DIRECTIONS A CLOUDED CANE, THEN WEDGES IT TIGHT IN HIS OXTER. HE PLACESAHANDLIGHTLYONHISBREASTBONE, BOWS,ANDFONDLESHIS FLOWER AND BUTTONS.)
MAGINNI:Thepoetryofmotion,artofcalisthenics.NoconnectionwithMadam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Fancy dress balls arranged. Deportment. The Katty Lanner step. So.Watchme!Myterpsichorean abilities. (HE MINUETSFORWARDTHREEPACES ON TRIPPING BEE'S FEET) TOUT LE MONDEENAVANT!REVERENCE!TOUT LE MONDE EN PLACE!
(THE PRELUDE CEASES. PROFESSOR GOODWIN, BEATING VAGUEARMS SHRIVELS,SINKS, HIS LIVE CAPE FILLING ABOUT THE STOOL. THE AIR IN FIRMER WALTZ TIME SOUNDS. STEPHEN AND ZOE CIRCLE FREELY.THE LIGHTS CHANGE, GLOW, FIDEGOLD ROSY VIOLET.)
THE PIANOLA:
Twoyoungfellowsweretalkingabouttheirgirls,girls,girls, Sweetheartsthey'dleft behind ...
(FROM A CORNERTHE MORNING HOURS RUN OUT,GOLDHAIRED, SLIMSANDALLED, IN GIRLISH BLUE,WASPWAISTED,WITHINNOCENT HANDS.NIMBLYTHEYDANCE, TWIRLING THEIR SKIPPING ROPES. THE HOURS OF NOON FOLLOW IN AMBERGOLD. LAUGHING,LINKED,HIGH HAIRCOMBS FLASHING, THEY CATCH THE SUN IN MOCKING MIRRORS, LIFTING THEIR ARMS.)
MAGINNI: (CLIPCLAPS GLOVESILENT HANDS) CARRE! AVANT DEUX! Breathe evenly! BALANCE!
(THE MORNING AND NOON HOURS WALTZ IN THEIR PLACES, TURNING, ADVANCING TO EACHOTHER,SHAPINGTHEIRCURVES,BOWINGVISAVIS. CAVALIERSBEHINDTHEMARCHAND SUSPENDTHEIRARMS,WITHHANDS DESCENDING TO, TOUCHING, RISING FROM THEIR SHOULDERS.)
HOURS: You may touch my. CAVALIERS: May I touch your? HOURS: O, but lightly! CAVALIERS: O, so lightly!
THE PIANOLA:
My little shy little lass has a waist.
(ZOEANDSTEPHENTURNBOLDLYWITH LOOSERSWING. THE TWILIGHT HOURS ADVANCE FROM LONG LANDSHADOWS, DISPERSED, LAGGING, LANGUIDEYED, THEIR CHEEKS DELICATE WITH CIPRIA AND FALSE FAINT BLOOM.THEY ARE IN GREY GAUZE WITHDARKBATSLEEVESTHAT FLUTTER IN THE LAND BREEZE.)
MAGINNI: AVANT HUIT! TRAVERSE! SALUT! COURS DE MAINS! CROISE! (THENIGHTHOURS,ONEBYONE,STEALTOTHELASTPLACE.MORNING, NOON AND TWILIGHT HOURS RETREAT BEFORE THEM. THEY ARE MASKED, WITH DAGGERED HAIR AND BRACELETS OF DULL BELLS. WEARY THEY CURCHYCURCHY UNDER VEILS.)
THE BRACELETS: Heigho! Heigho!
ZOE: (TWIRLING, HER HAND TO HER BROW) O!
MAGINNI: LES TIROIRS! CHAINE DE DAMES! LA CORBEILLE!DOS A DOS!
(ARABESQUINGWEARILYTHEYWEAVE A PATTERN ON THE FLOOR, WEAVING,UNWEAVING, CURTSEYING,TWIRLING, SIMPLY SWIRLING.)
ZOE: I'm giddy!
(SHE FREES HERSELF, DROOPSON A CHAIR. STEPHEN SEIZES FLORRY AND TURNS WITH HER.)
MAGINNI: BOULANGERE! LES RONDS!LES PONTS! CHEVAUX DE BOIS! ESCARGOTS!
(TWINING,RECEDING, WITH INTERCHANGING HANDS THENIGHTHOURS 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:
Best, best of all, Baraabum!
KITTY: (JUMPS UP) O, they playedthat on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus bazaar!
(SHE RUNS TO STEPHEN. HELEAVES FLORRY BRUSQUELY AND SEIZES KITTY. A SCREAMING BITTERN'SHARSHHIGHWHISTLESHRIEKS. 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 ARMS, SNATCHES UP HIS ASHPLANT FROMTHETABLEANDTAKESTHEFLOOR. ALLWHEELWHIRLWALTZ TWIRL. BLOOMBELLA KITTYLYNCH FLORRYZOE JUJUBY WOMEN.
STEPHEN WITH HATASHPLANT FROGSPLITS IN MIDDLEHIGHKICKS WITH SKYKICKING MOUTH SHUT HAND CLASP PART UNDER THIGH. WITH CLANG TINKLE BOOMHAMMER TALLYHO HORNBLOWERBLUE GREEN YELLOW FLASHES TOFT'S CUMBERSOME TURNS WITH HOBBYHORSE RIDERSFROM GILDED SNAKES DANGLED, BOWELS 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 BELL, HORSE,NAG, STEER, PIGLINGS,CONMEEON CHRISTASS, LAME CRUTCH AND LEG SAILOR IN COCKBOAT ARMFOLDED ROPEPULLING HITCHING STAMP HORNPIPE THROUGH AND THROUGH. BARAABUM! ON NAGS HOGSBELLHORSES GADARENE SWINE CORNY IN COFFIN STEEL SHARK STONE ONEHANDLED NELSON TWO TRICKIES FRAUENZIMMER PLUMSTAINED FROM PRAM FILLING BAWLING GUM HE'SA CHAMPION. FUSEBLUE PEER FROM BARREL REV. EVENSONG LOVE ON HACKNEY JAUNTBLAZESBLINDCODDOUBLED BICYCLERS DILLY WITH SNOWCAKE NO FANCY CLOTHES.THEN IN LAST SWITCHBACKLUMBERINGUPAND DOWNBUMPMASHTUBSORTOF VICEROY AND REINE RELISH FORTUBLUMBER BUMPSHIREROSE. BARAABUM!)
(THE COUPLES FALL ASIDE. STEPHEN WHIRLS GIDDILY. ROOM WHIRLS BACK. EYES CLOSED HETOTTERS. RED RAILS FLY SPACEWARDS. STARS ALL AROUND SUNS TURN ROUNDABOUT. BRIGHT MIDGES DANCE ON WALLS. HE STOPS DEAD.)
STEPHEN: Ho!
(STEPHEN'SMOTHER,EMACIATED,RISES STARK THROUGH THE FLOOR, IN LEPER GREY WITH A WREATH OF FADED ORANGEBLOSSOMS AND A TORN BRIDALVEIL,HERFACEWORNAND NOSELESS,GREEN WITH GRAVEMOULD.HERHAIRISSCANTAND LANK.SHE FIXESHER BLUECIRCLED HOLLOW EYESOCKETS ON STEPHEN AND OPENS HER TOOTHLESS MOUTH UTTERINGASILENTWORD.ACHOIR OF VIRGINS AND CONFESSORS SING VOICELESSLY.)
THE CHOIR:
Liliata rutilantiumte confessorum... Iubilantiumte virginum...
(FROM THE TOP OF A TOWER BUCK MULLIGAN, IN PARTICOLOURED JESTER'SDRESSOFPUCEANDYELLOW ANDCLOWN'SCAPWITHCURLING BELL,STANDSGAPINGATHER, A 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 amdead.
STEPHEN: (HORRORSTRUCK) Lemur, whoare you? No. What bogeyman's trick is this?
BUCK MULLIGAN: (SHAKES HIS CURLING CAPBELL) The mockery of it! Kinch dogsbodykilledherbitchbody.Shekickedthe bucket.(TEARSOFMOLTENBUTTER FALL FROM HIS EYES ON TO THE SCONE)Our great sweet mother! EPI OINOPA PONTON.
THEMOTHER:(COMESNEARER,BREATHINGUPONHIMSOFTLY HER BREATHOFWETTEDASHES)Allmustgothroughit,Stephen.Morewomenthan men in the world. You too. Time will come.
STEPHEN:(CHOKINGWITH FRIGHT,REMORSEANDHORROR)TheysayIkilled you, mother. He offended your memory.Cancer did it, not I. Destiny.
THE MOTHER: (A GREEN RILL OFBILETRICKLING FROM A SIDE OF HER MOUTH) You sang that song tome. LOVE'S BITTER MYSTERY.
STEPHEN:(EAGERLY)Tellmetheword,mother,ifyouknownow.Thewordknown to all men.
THEMOTHER:WhosavedyouthenightyoujumpedintothetrainatDalkeywith PaddyLee?Whohadpityforyouwhenyouwere sad among the strangers?Prayer is allpowerful. PrayerforthesufferingsoulsintheUrsulinemanualandfortydays' indulgence. Repent, Stephen.
STEPHEN: The ghoul! Hyena!
THEMOTHER:Iprayforyouin myotherworld.GetDillytomakeyouthatboiledrice every night after your brainwork. Years and years I loved you, O,myson,myfirstborn, when you lay in my womb.
ZOE: (FANNING HERSELF WITH THE GRATE FAN) I'mmelting! FLORRY: (POINTS TO STEPHEN) Look! He's white.
BLOOM: (GOES TO THE WINDOW TO OPEN IT MORE) Giddy.
THE MOTHER: (WITH SMOULDERING EYES)Repent! O, the fire of hell!
STEPHEN: (PANTING)His noncorrosive sublimate! The corpsechewer! Raw head and bloody bones.
THE MOTHER: (HER FACE DRAWING NEARANDNEARER,SENDINGOUTAN ASHENBREATH)Beware!(SHERAISESHERBLACKENEDWITHERED RIGHT ARM SLOWLY TOWARDS STEPHEN'S BREAST WITH OUTSTRETCHED FINGER) Beware God'shand! (A GREEN CRAB WITH MALIGNANT RED EYES STICKS DEEP ITS GRINNING CLAWS IN STEPHEN'S HEART.)
STEPHEN:(STRANGLEDWITHRAGE)Shite!(HISFEATURESGROW DRAWN GREY AND OLD)
BLOOM: (AT THE WINDOW) What?
STEPHEN: AH NON, PAR EXEMPLE! The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM!
FLORRY: Give himsome cold water. Wait. (SHE RUSHES OUT)
THE MOTHER: (WRINGS HERHANDS SLOWLY, MOANING DESPERATELY) O Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him! Save himfromhell, O Divine Sacred Heart!
STEPHEN: No! No! No! Break my spirit, allof you, if you can! I'll bring you all to heel! THE MOTHER: (IN THE AGONY OF HER DEATHRATTLE) Have mercy on Stephen,Lord,formy sake!Inexpressiblewas myanguishwhenexpiringwithlove,grief and agony on Mount Calvary.
STEPHEN: NOTHUNG!
(HE LIFTS HIS ASHPLANT HIGH WITH BOTH HANDS AND SMASHESTHE CHANDELIER. TIME'S LIVID FINAL FLAMELEAPSAND, IN THE FOLLOWING DARKNESS, RUIN OF ALL SPACE, SHATTERED GLASSAND TOPPLING MASONRY.)
THE GASJET: Pwfungg! BLOOM: Stop!
LYNCH: (RUSHES FORWARD AND SEIZES STEPHEN'S HAND) Here! Hold on! Don't run amok!
BELLA: Police!
(STEPHEN,ABANDONING HIS ASHPLANT, HIS HEAD AND ARMS THROWN BACK STARK, BEATSTHE GROUND AND FLIES FROM THE ROOM, PAST 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.THEYTALKEXCITEDLY.BLOOMFOLLOWS, RETURNS.)
THE WHORES: (JAMMED IN THE DOORWAY, POINTING) Down there. ZOE: (POINTING) There. There's something up.
BELLA: Who pays for the lamp?(SHE SEIZESBLOOM'SCOATTAIL) Here, you were with him. The lamp's broken.
BLOOM: (RUSHES TO THE HALL, RUSHES BACK) What lamp, woman? A WHORE: He tore his coat.
BELLA: (HER EYES HARD WITH ANGER AND CUPIDITY, POINTS) 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)Here,noneofyourtalltalk.Thisisn'tabrothel.Atenshilling house.
BLOOM: (HIS HEAD UNDER THE LAMP,PULLS THE CHAIN. PULING, THE GASJETLIGHTSUPA CRUSHED MAUVEPURPLE SHADE. HE RAISES THE ASHPLANT.) Only the chimney's broken. Here is all he ...
BELLA: (SHRINKS BACK AND SCREAMS) Jesus! Don't!
BLOOM:(WARDINGOFFABLOW)Toshow youhowhehitthepaper.There'snot sixpenceworth of damagedone. Ten shillings!
FLORRY: (WITH A GLASS OF WATER, ENTERS) Where is he? BELLA: Doyou want me to call the police?
BLOOM: O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But he's a Trinity student. Patrons of your establishment. Gentlemen that pay therent.(HEMAKESAMASONICSIGN)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.Areyoumycommanderhereor?Whereishe?I'll charge him!Disgrace him, I will! (SHE SHOUTS) Zoe! Zoe!
BLOOM:(URGENTLY)AndifitwereyourownsoninOxford?(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,SPILLINGWATERFROMHER TILTED TUMBLER. ON THE DOORSTEP ALL THE WHORES CLUSTERED TALK VOLUBLY, POINTING TO THERIGHTWHERETHEFOGHASCLEAREDOFF.FROMTHELEFTARRIVES A JINGLING HACKNEY CAR. IT SLOWSTO 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 WITHAGHASTLYLEWDSMILE.THESILENT LECHERS TURN TO PAY THE JARVEY. ZOE AND KITTY STILL POINT RIGHT. BLOOM, PARTING THEM SWIFTLY, DRAWSHIS CALIPH'S HOOD AND PONCHO AND HURRIESDOWN THE STEPS WITH SIDEWAYS FACE.INCOG HAROUN AL RASCHID HE FLITS BEHIND THESILENTLECHERS ANDHASTENSONBYTHERAILINGSWITH FLEET STEP OF A PARD STREWINGTHE DRAG BEHIND HIM, TORN ENVELOPES DRENCHED IN ANISEED. THE ASHPLANT MARKS HIS STRIDE. A PACK OF BLOODHOUNDS, LED BY HORNBLOWER OF TRINITY BRANDISHING A DOGWHIP IN TALLYHOCAP AND AN OLD PAIR OF GREY TROUSERS, FOLLOW FROM FIR,PICKING UP THESCENT, NEARER, BAYING, PANTING,AT FAULT, BREAKINGAWAY, THROWING THEIR TONGUES, BITING HIS HEELS, LEAPING AT HIS TAIL. HE WALKS, RUNS, ZIGZAGS, GALLOPS, LUGS LAID BACK. HE IS PELTED WITH GRAVEL, CABBAGESTUMPS, BISCUITBOXES, EGGS, POTATOES, DEAD CODFISH, WOMAN'SSLIPPERSLAPPERS.AFTERHIMFRESHFOUNDTHEHUEANDCRY ZIGZAGGALLOPSINHOTPURSUITOFFOLLOWMYLEADER:65C,66C, NIGHT WATCH, JOHN HENRY MENTON, WISDOM HELY, V. B. DILLON, COUNCILLOR NANNETTI, ALEXANDER KEYES, LARRY O'ROURKE, JOE CUFFEMRSO'DOWD,PISSERBURKE,THENAMELESSONE,MRSRIORDAN, THE CITIZEN, GARRYOWEN, WHODOYOUCALLHIM, STRANGEFACE, FELLOWTHATSOLIKE, SAWHIMBEFORE, CHAPWITHAWEN, CHRIS CALLINAN, SIR CHARLES CAMERON, BENJAMIN DOLLARD, LENEHAN, BARTELL D'ARCY, JOE HYNES, RED MURRAY, EDITOR BRAYDEN, T. M. HEALY, MR JUSTICE FITZGIBBON, JOHN HOWARD PARNELL, THE REVERENDTINNEDSALMON,PROFESSORJOLY, MRSBREEN,DENISBREEN, THEODORE PUREFOY, MINA PUREFOY, THE WESTLAND ROW POSTMISTRESS, C. P. M'COY, FRIEND OF LYONS, HOPPY HOLOHAN, MANINTHESTREET, OTHERMANINTHESTREET, FOOTBALLBOOTS, PUGNOSEDDRIVER,RICHPROTESTANTLADY,DAVYBYRNE,MRSELLEN M'GUINNESS,MRSJOEGALLAHER,GEORGELIDWELL,JIMMYHENRYON CORNS,SUPERINTENDENTLARACY,FATHERCOWLEY,CROFTONOUTOF THE COLLECTOR-GENERAL'S, DAN DAWSON, DENTAL SURGEON BLOOM WITHTWEEZERS,MRSBOBDORAN,MRSKENNEFICK,MRSWYSENOLAN, JOHN WYSE NOLAN, HANDSOMEMARRIEDWOMANRUBBEDAGAINSTWIDEBEHINDINCLONSKEA TRAM, THE BOOKSELLER OF Sweets Of Sin, MISS DUBEDATANDSHEDIDBEDAD, MESDAMES GERALD AND STANISLAUS MORANOFROEBUCK,THEMANAGINGCLERKOFDRIMMIE'S,WETHERUP, COLONEL HAYES, MASTIANSKY, CITRON, PENROSE, AARON FIGATNER, MOSES HERZOG, MICHAEL E GERAGHTY, INSPECTOR TROY, MRS GALBRAITH,THECONSTABLEOFFECCLESSTREETCORNER,OLDDOCTOR BRADY WITH STETHOSCOPE, THE MYSTERY MAN ON THE BEACH, A RETRIEVER, MRS MIRIAM DANDRADE AND ALL HER LOVERS.)
THE HUE AND CRY: (HELTERSKELTERPELTERWELTER) He's Bloom! Stop
Bloom! Stopabloom! Stopperrobber! Hi! Hi! Stophimon the corner!
(AT THE CORNER OF BEAVER STREETBENEATH THE SCAFFOLDING BLOOM PANTINGSTOPSONTHEFRINGEOFTHENOISYQUARRELLINGKNOT,A LOT NOT KNOWING A JOT WHAT HI! HI! ROW AND WRANGLE ROUND THE WHOWHAT BRAWLALTOGETHER.)
STEPHEN: (WITH ELABORATE GESTURES, BREATHING DEEPLY AND SLOWLY)Youaremyguests.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:No,hedidn't.Iseenhim.Thegirl there.HewasinMrsCohen's.What'sup? Soldierandcivilian.
CISSYCAFFREY:Iwasincompanywiththesoldiersandtheyleft metodo--youknow, andtheyoungmanrunupbehindme.ButI'mfaithfultothemanthat'streatingme though I'monly a shilling whore.
STEPHEN: (CATCHESSIGHT OF LYNCH'S AND KITTY'S HEADS)Hail, Sisyphus. (HE POINTS TO HIMSELF AND THE OTHERS) Poetic. Uropoetic.
VOICES: Shes faithfultheman.
CISSY CAFFREY: Yes, to go with him.Andmewitha soldier friend.
PRIVATECOMPTON:Hedoesn'thalfwantathickear,theblighter.Biffhimone, Harry.
PRIVATE CARR: (TO CISSY) Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss?
LORDTENNYSON:(GENTLEMANPOETIN UNION JACK BLAZERAND CRICKET FLANNELS, BAREHEADED, FLOWINGBEARDED) Theirs not to reason why.
PRIVATE COMPTON: Biff him, Harry.
STEPHEN: (TO PRIVATE COMPTON) I don'tknow your name but you are quite right. DoctorSwiftsaysone maninarmourwillbeattenmenintheir shirts.Shirtis synechdoche. Part for the whole.
CISSY CAFFREY: (TO THE CROWD) No, I was with the privates.
STEPHEN:(AMIABLY)Whynot?The bold soldier boy. In myopinion every lady for example ...
PRIVATE CARR: (HIS CAP AWRY, ADVANCES TO STEPHEN) Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw?
STEPHEN: (LOOKS UP TO THE SKY) How?Very unpleasant. Noble art of selfpretence.Personally,Idetestaction. (HE WAVES HIS HAND)Hand hurts me slightly.ENFINCESONTVOSOIGNONS. (TOCISSYCAFFREY)Sometroubleison here. What is it precisely?
DOLLY GRAY:(FROMHER BALCONYWAVESHERHANDKERCHIEF,GIVING THE SIGN OF THE HEROINE OF JERICHO)Rahab. Cook's son, goodbye. Safe home to Dolly. Dreamof the girl you leftbehind and she will dream of you.
(THE SOLDIERS TURN THEIR SWIMMING EYES.)
BLOOM: (ELBOWING THROUGH THE CROWD, PLUCKS STEPHEN'S SLEEVE VIGOROUSLY) Comenow, professor,that carman is waiting.
STEPHEN: (TURNS) Eh?(HE DISENGAGESHIMSELF)WhyshouldInotspeakto himortoanyhumanbeingwhowalksuprightuponthisoblateorange?(HEPOINTS HISFINGER)I'm notafraidofwhatIcantalktoifIseehiseye.Retainingthe perpendicular.
(HE STAGGERS A PACE BACK)
BLOOM: (PROPPING HIM) Retain your own.
STEPHEN:(LAUGHSEMPTILY)Mycentreofgravityisdisplaced.Ihaveforgotten the trick. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Struggle for life is the law of existence butbuthumanphilirenists,notablythetsarandtheking ofEngland,haveinvented 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: Heexpresses himself with such marked refinement of phraseology. CUNTY KATE: Indeed, yes. And at the same time with such apposite trenchancy.
PRIVATECARR:(PULLSHIMSELFFREE AND COMESFORWARD)What'sthat you're saying about my king?
(EDWARDTHESEVENTHAPPEARSINAN ARCHWAY. HEWARS A WHITE JERSEY ON WHICH AN IMAGEOF THE SACRED HEART IS STITCHED WITH THE INSIGNIA OF GARTER AND THISTLE, GOLDEN FLEECE,ELEPHANT OF DENMARK,SKINNER'SAND PROBYN'SHORSE, LINCOLN'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 TROWELAND APRON, MARKED made in Germany. IN HIS LEFT HAND HE HOLDS A PLASTERER'S BUCKET ON WHICH IS PRINTED Defense d'uriner. A ROAROF WELCOME GREETS HIM.)
EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (SLOWLY, SOLEMNLY BUT INDISTINCTLY) Peace, perfect peace. For identification, bucket in my hand. Cheerio, boys. (HE TURNS TO HIS SUBJECTS)Wehavecomeheretowitnessa cleanstraightfightandweheartilywish both men the best of good luck. Mahak makar a bak.
(HE SHAKES HANDSWITH PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON, STEPHEN, BLOOM AND LYNCH. GENERAL APPLAUSE.EDWARDTHESEVENTHLIFTS HIS BUCKET GRACIOUSLY IN ACKNOWLEDGMENT.)
PRIVATE CARR: (TO STEPHEN) Say it again.
STEPHEN:(NERVOUS,FRIENDLY,PULLSHIMSELFUP)Iunderstandyourpoint 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.(HEPLACESHISARMONPRIVATECARR'SSLEEVE)Notthat 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 OFSLAIN, IN THEGARB AND WITH THE HALO OF JOKING JESUS, A WHITE JUJUBE IN HIS PHOSPHORESCENT FACE)
Mymethodsarenewandarecausingsurprise. TomaketheblindseeIthrowdustin their eyes.
STEPHEN:Kingsandunicorns!(HEFILLSBACKAPACE)Comesomewhereand we'll ... Whatwas that girl saying?...
PRIVATE COMPTON: Eh, Harry, give hima kick in the knackers. Stick one into Jerry. BLOOM:(TOTHEPRIVATES,SOFTLY)Hedoesn'tknowwhathe'ssaying.Takena little more than is good for him. Absinthe. Greeneyed monster. I know him. He's a gentleman, a poet. It's all right.
STEPHEN: (NODS, SMILING AND LAUGHING) Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.
PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a bugger who he is. PRIVATE COMPTON: We don'tgive a bugger who he is. STEPHEN: I seemto annoy them. Green rag to a bull.
(KEVINEGANOFPARISINBLACKSPANISHTASSELLEDSHIRTANDPEEP- O'-DAY BOY'S HAT SIGNS TO STEPHEN.)
KEVIN EGAN: H'lo! BONJOUR! The VIEILLE OGRESSE with the DENTS JAUNES.
(PATRICE EGAN PEEPS FROM BEHIND, HIS RABBITFACE NIBBLING A QUINCE LEAF.)
PATRICE:SOCIALISTE!
DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERTPOPE HENNESSY: (IN MEDIEVAL HAUBERK,TWO WILD GEESE VOLANTON HIS HELM,WITH NOBLE INDIGNATION POINTS A MAILED HAND AGAINST THE PRIVATES) Werf those eykes to footboden, big 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 observesthat he is of patrician lineage. THE VIRAGO: Green above the red, says he. Wolfe Tone.
THEBAWD:Thered'sasgoodasthegreen.Andbetter.Upthesoldiers!UpKing Edward!
A ROUGH: (LAUGHS) Ay! Hands up to De Wet.
THE CITIZEN: (WITH A HUGE EMERALD MUFFLER AND SHILLELAGH, CALLS)
MaytheGodabove Senddownadove Withteethassharpasrazors Toslitthe throats Of the English dogs That hanged our Irish leaders.
THE CROPPY BOY: (THE ROPENOOSE ROUND HISNECK, GRIPES IN HIS ISSUING BOWELS WITH BOTH HANDS)
I bear no hate to a living thing, But I love my country beyond the king.
RUMBOLD,DEMONBARBER:(ACCOMPANIED BY TWO BLACKMASKED ASSISTANTS, ADVANCES WITH GLADSTONE BAG WHICH HEOPENS) Ladies andgents,cleaverpurchasedbyMrsPearcy to slayMogg.KnifewithwhichVoisin dismemberedthewifeofacompatriotand hidremainsinasheetinthecellar,the unfortunatefemale'sthroatbeingcutfrom eartoear.Phialcontainingarsenicretrieved frombody of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the gallows.
(HE JERKS THE ROPE. THE ASSISTANTSLEAP AT THE VICTIM'S LEGS AND DRAGHIMDOWNWARD,GRUNTINGTHE CROPPY BOY'S TONGUE PROTRUDES VIOLENTLY.)
THE CROPPY BOY:
Horhot ho hray hor hother's hest.
(HEGIVESUP THEGHOST.AVIOLENT ERECTION OF THE HANGED SENDS GOUTS OFSPERM SPOUTING THROUGHHIS DEATHCLOTHES ON TO THE COBBLESTONES. MRS BELLINGHAM, MRS YELVERTON BARRY AND THE HONOURABLEMRSMERVYNTALBOYS RUSHFORWARDWITHTHEIR HANDKERCHIEFS TOSOP IT UP.)
RUMBOLD:I'm nearitmyself.(HEUNDOESTHENOOSE)Ropewhichhangedthe awfulrebel.Tenshillingsatime.Asapplied 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 SLOWLY, SOLEMNLY, RATTLING HIS BUCKET,ANDSINGSWITH SOFT CONTENTMENT)
On coronation day, on coronation day,
O, won't we have a merry time,
Drinking whisky, beer and wine!
PRIVATECARR:Here.Whatare you saying about my king?
STEPHEN:(THROWSUPHISHANDS)O,this istoomonotonous!Nothing.Hewants my money and my life, though want must be his master, for some brutish empire of his. Money I haven't. (HE SEARCHES HIS POCKETS VAGUELY) GAVE IT TO SOMEONE.
PRIVATECARR:Whowants your bleeding money?
STEPHEN:(TRIESTOMOVEOFF)WillsomeonetellmewhereIamleastlikely to meet these necessary evils?CA SE VOIT AUSSI A PARIS. Not that I ... But, by Saint Patrick ...!
(THEWOMEN'SHEADSCOALESCE.OLD GUMMY GRANNY IN SUGARLOAF HAT APPEARS SEATED ON A TOADSTOOL, THEDEATHFLOWER OFTHE POTATO BLIGHT ON HER BREAST.)
STEPHEN: Aha! I know you, gammer! Hamlet, revenge! The old sow that eats her farrow!
OLDGUMMYGRANNY:(ROCKINGTOANDFRO)Ireland'ssweetheart,thekingof Spain'sdaughter,alanna.Strangersinmyhouse,badmannerstothem!(SHEKEENS
WITHBANSHEEWOE)Ochone!Ochone!Silkofthekine!(SHEWAILS)Youmet with poor old Ireland and how does she stand?
STEPHEN:HowdoIstandyou?Thehattrick!Where'sthethirdpersonoftheBlessed Trinity?Soggarth Aroon?The reverend Carrion Crow. CISSY CAFFREY: (SHRILL) Stop themfrom fighting! A ROUGH: Our men retreated.
PRIVATECARR:(TUGGINGATHISBELT)I'llwringtheneckofanyfuckersaysa word against my fucking king.
BLOOM: (TERRIFIED) He said nothing.Not a word. A pure misunderstanding. THE CITIZEN: ERIN GO BRAGH!
(MAJOR TWEEDY AND THECITIZEN EXHIBIT TO EACHOTHERMEDALS, DECORATIONS, TROPHIES OFWAR, WOUNDS.BOTHSALUTEWITHFIERCE HOSTILITY.)
PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Do himone in the eye. He's a proboer. STEPHEN: Did I?When?
BLOOM:(TOTHEREDCOATS)WefoughtforyouinSouthAfrica,Irishmissile troops. Isn't that history? Royal DublinFusiliers. Honoured by our monarch.
THENAVVY:(STAGGERINGPAST)O,yes!OGod,yes!O,makethekwawra krowawr! O! Bo!
(CASQUED HALBERDIERS IN ARMOURTHRUST FORWARD A PENTICE OF GUTTED SPEARPOINTS. MAJOR TWEEDY,MOUSTACHED LIKE TURKO THE TERRIBLE, IN BEARSKIN CAP WITH HACKLEPLUME AND ACCOUTREMENTS, WITH EPAULETTES, GILT CHEVRONS AND SABRETACHES, HISBREAST BRIGHTWITH MEDALS, TOES THE LINE. HE GIVES THE PILGRIM WARRIOR'S SIGN OF THE KNIGHTS TEMPLARS.)
MAJORTWEEDY:(GROWLSGRUFFLY)Rorke'sDrift!Up,guards,andatthem! Mahar shalal hashbaz.
PRIVATE CARR: I'll do himin.
PRIVATE COMPTON: (WAVES THE CROWD BACK) Fair play, here. Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger.
(MASSED BANDS BLARE GarryowenAND 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.
CUNTYKATE:(BLUSHINGDEEPLY)Nay,madam.Thegulesdoubletandmerry saint George for me!
STEPHEN:
The harlot's cry fromstreet to street Shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet. PRIVATECARR:(LOOSENINGHISBELT,SHOUTS)I'llwringtheneckofany fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.
BLOOM: (SHAKES CISSY CAFFREY'S SHOULDERS)Speak, you! Are you struck dumb? You are the link between nations and generations. Speak, woman, sacred lifegiver!
CISSYCAFFREY:(ALARMED,SEIZESPRIVATECARR'SSLEEVE)Amn'tIwith you?Amn't I your girl?Cissy's your girl. (SHE CRIES) Police!
STEPHEN: (ECSTATICALLY, TO CISSY CAFFREY)
White thy fambles, red thy gan And thy quarrons dainty is. VOICES: Police!
DISTANT VOICES: Dublin's burning! Dublin's burning! On fire, on fire!