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382 towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and
383 shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms
400 paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and
407 He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher,
408 gathering about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed
410 ages. A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips.
414 He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,
417 propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and
439 Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.
447 He shaved warily over his chin.
450 his guncase?
459 Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped
460 down from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.
476 He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his
491 He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's
504 He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant
505 smile curled his lips.
512 Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm
513 against his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black
514 coat-sleeve. Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart.
524 Buck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade.
531 Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip.
540 --He can't wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror.
541 Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey
544 He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the
547 Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its
556 the edges of his white glittering teeth. Laughter seized all his strong
572 --The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If
579 Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with
580 him round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he
586 Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The
591 not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or
606 ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the table,
612 deaf gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, pushes his
625 the water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm
632 He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his
633 brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of
634 anxiety in his eyes.
636 Stephen, depressed by his own voice, said:
660 He shook his constraint from him nervously.
676 wounds which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly:
684 Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel.
688 He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post,
690 grew dim. Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight, and he
691 felt the fever of his cheeks.
702 and come on down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.
710 His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out
754 his brooding brain. Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had
776 the staircase, calling again. Stephen, still trembling at his soul's cry,
802 He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out
818 He went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness,
847 doorway, looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and
872 --The blessings of God on you! Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from his
899 He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread,
900 impaled on his knife.
906 He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his
922 --Charming! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and
923 blinking his eyes pleasantly. Do you think she was? Quite charming!
925 Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a
934 He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.
1029 Buck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust
1030 thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to
1031 search his trouser pockets.
1036 rich milk. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his
1064 that every man this day will do his duty.
1083 the loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke:
1103 Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of
1121 Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen's arm.
1131 He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown,
1134 --Mulligan is stripped of his garments.
1136 He emptied his pockets on to the table.
1140 And putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them,
1141 chiding them, and to his dangling watchchain. His hands plunged and
1142 rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief. God, we'll
1145 myself. Mercurial Malachi. A limp black missile flew out of his talking
1161 Stephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out
1163 it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket.
1171 He walked on. Behind him he heard Buck Mulligan club with his heavy
1182 --To the secretary of state for war, Stephen added over his shoulder.
1198 his primrose waistcoat:
1208 Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own
1213 Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending
1221 Buck Mulligan, walking forward again, raised his hands.
1230 did not speak. In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in
1245 looked at them, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes, from which he
1247 moved a doll's head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and
1267 forward to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like fins
1278 his winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury's hat quivering in the fresh
1279 wind that bore back to them his brief birdsweet cries.
1285 believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of it
1301 green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.
1305 Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his
1306 sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it
1307 open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk towards
1308 Stephen in the shell of his hands.
1317 He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his
1318 side. Its ferrule followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels. My
1321 key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt bread. Give him the
1322 key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes.
1342 --The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and
1345 Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he
1354 ECCLESIAM: the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare
1360 warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the Son with the
1390 stood on a stone, in shirtsleeves, his unclipped tie rippling over his
1392 frogwise his green legs in the deep jelly of the water.
1403 Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots. An elderly man shot up
1405 water glistening on his pate and on its garland of grey hair, water
1406 rilling over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black
1410 Haines and Stephen, crossed himself piously with his thumbnail at brow
1413 --Seymour's back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur of
1432 He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying
1437 He broke off in alarm, feeling his side under his flapping shirt.
1442 He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his
1463 Stephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped
1498 Turning the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head,
1532 From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his officers,
1533 leaned upon his spear. Any general to any officers. They lend ear.
1544 between his palms at whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to
1545 the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy's breath. Welloff people, proud
1551 round at his classmates, silly glee in profile. In a moment they will
1574 wild drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then? A
1575 jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a
1602 breastwork of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at
1614 read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night. By his elbow a
1636 these craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer's heart and lips
1647 Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel.
1689 Stephen, his throat itching, answered:
1691 --The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.
1706 unreadiness and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up pleading.
1707 On his cheek, dull and bloodless, a soft stain of ink lay, dateshaped,
1710 He held out his copybook. The word Sums was written on the
1712 with blind loops and a blot. Cyril Sargent: his name and seal.
1731 squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood drained from
1737 and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur,
1741 Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by
1743 askance through his slanted glasses. Hockeysticks rattled in the
1759 word of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a faint hue
1760 of shame flickering behind his dull skin. Amor matris: subjective and
1762 and hid from sight of others his swaddling bands.
1766 lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent, stony
1776 He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
1777 copybook back to his bench.
1784 In the corridor his name was heard, called from the playfield.
1794 him. He turned his angry white moustache.
1803 And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man's voice
1809 closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed
1819 A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his
1824 He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It
1828 --Two, he said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away.
1830 And now his strongroom for the gold. Stephen's embarrassed hand
1838 --Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox about in his hand.
1847 haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers.
1867 --Because you don't save, Mr Deasy said, pointing his finger. You don't
1874 He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man's stare.
1884 --That on his empire, Stephen said, the sun never sets.
1887 tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail.
1889 --I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest boast. I PAID
1905 Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his savingsbox.
1916 --You think me an old fogey and an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I
1935 --PER VIAS RECTAS, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. He voted for it
1936 and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do so.
1951 He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and
1952 read off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter.
1954 --Sit down. Excuse me, he said over his shoulder, THE DICTATES OF COMMON
1957 He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his
1968 --Full stop, Mr Deasy bade his keys. But prompt ventilation of this
1971 Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among
1988 He came to the table, pinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up.
2019 He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke.
2028 He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a
2073 Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
2081 --A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
2083 Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose
2084 tweaked between his fingers. Looking up again he set them free.
2100 Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.
2111 Mr Deasy shook his head.
2138 --Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket.
2141 --Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I like
2144 --Good morning, sir, Stephen said again, bowing to his bent back.
2149 toothless terrors. Still I will help him in his fight. Mulligan will dub
2160 Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.
2172 A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a
2173 rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his
2176 --She never let them in, he cried again through his laughter as he
2179 On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung
2190 was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his
2196 Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and
2201 o'er his base, fell through the NEBENEINANDER ineluctably! I am getting on
2203 My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, NEBENEINANDER.
2247 his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality. Illstarred
2248 heresiarch' In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. With
2249 beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower of a
2256 I mustn't forget his letter for the press. And after? The Ship, half
2263 Stephen lately? No? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his aunt
2267 De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer and his brother,
2269 sirring his father, no less! Sir. Yes, sir. No, sir. Jesus wept: and no
2283 In his broad bed nuncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over
2284 the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the
2289 He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the
2291 common searches and a writ of DUCES TECUM. A bogoak frame over his bald
2292 head: Wilde's REQUIESCAT. The drone of his misleading whistle brings
2326 his fists bigdrumming on his padded knees.
2330 Houses of decay, mine, his and all. You told the Clongowes gentry
2334 whom? The hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close. A hater of his
2335 kind ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the
2336 moon, his eyeballs stars. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. The oval equine
2339 CALVE, UT NE AMPLIUS DECALVERIS. A garland of grey hair on his comminated
2348 Dringadring! And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own
2350 invincible doctor. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his
2351 brain. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his second
2352 bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) and, rising, heard
2369 Have you read his F? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful.
2377 The grainy sand had gone from under his feet. His boots trod again a
2380 Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward
2402 Lent it to his friend.
2459 Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife's lover's wife, the kerchiefed
2467 fingers smeared with printer's ink, sipping his green fairy as Patrice his
2470 his beck. IL EST IRLANDAIS. HOLLANDAIS? NON FROMAGE. DEUX IRLANDAIS, NOUS,
2473 fellow I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call it his
2476 plates, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips. Of Ireland, the
2478 pimander, good shepherd of men. To yoke me as his yokefellow, our crimes
2480 shirt, sanguineflowered, trembles its Spanish tassels at his secrets. M.
2493 facebones under his peep of day boy's hat. How the head centre got away,
2500 he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the walls
2503 Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me. Making his day's stations, the
2504 dingy printingcase, his three taverns, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short
2523 He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his
2526 am I? He stood suddenly, his feet beginning to sink slowly in the quaking
2529 Turning, he scanned the shore south, his feet sinking again slowly in
2537 panthersahib and his pointer. Call: no answer. He lifted his feet up from
2545 sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant
2558 Lord, is he going to attack me? Respect his liberty. You will not be
2593 my feet. I want his life still to be his, mine to be mine. A drowning man.
2594 His human eyes scream to me out of horror of his death. I ... With him
2602 lowskimming gull. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He
2606 barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. They serpented towards his
2615 his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a
2616 calf's gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed, stalked
2624 The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless
2628 against it. He trotted forward and, lifting again his hindleg, pissed
2630 hindpaws then scattered the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved.
2631 Something he buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the sand,
2633 again with a fury of his claws, soon ceasing, a pard, a panther, got in
2644 muffler strangling his unshaven neck. With woman steps she followed: the
2645 ruffian and his strolling mort. Spoils slung at her back. Loose sand and
2647 Behind her lord, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. When night hides
2663 IS. Language no whit worse than his. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on
2676 storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth to her mouth's
2688 Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and
2695 his augur's rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea,
2701 of the temple out of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems
2725 scribbled note and pencil into a pock his hat. His hat down on his eyes.
2726 That is Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep.
2735 His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck's castoffs,
2770 spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly. God
2774 stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun.
2785 He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still.
2797 His hand groped vainly in his pockets. No, I didn't. Better buy one.
2799 He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock,
2804 He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through
2815 liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of
2818 Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly,
2841 tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his
2888 And when he had heard his voice say it he added:
2905 His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat
2906 and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Stamps: stickyback
2908 The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high
2912 On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there.
2947 of Ireland. He prolonged his pleased smile. Ikey touch that: homerule sun
2958 an ad. Still he knows his own business best. There he is, sure enough, my
2959 bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching the
2961 off to a tee with his eyes screwed up. Do you know what I'm going to tell
2997 his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. The shiny links, packed
2998 with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm
3004 half of Denny's sausages. His eyes rested on her vigorous hips. Woods his
3022 hands. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his will,
3023 his soft subject gaze at rest. The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack
3040 down his nose: they never understand. Sodachapped hands. Crusted
3042 sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast. For another:
3049 Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on
3055 A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his
3109 Grey horror seared his flesh. Folding the page into his pocket he
3110 turned into Eccles street, hurrying homeward. Cold oils slid along his
3111 veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with a salt cloak. Well, I am
3130 Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through
3145 Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her
3180 sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the chipped eggcup.
3182 Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page and over.
3186 The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown
3201 platform. And the little mirror in his silk hat. The night Milly brought
3208 upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.
3211 Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it
3336 He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes
3346 into his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat. Done
3348 in the gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about some young
3349 student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side, reading it
3351 it to his mouth.
3365 here some evenings named Bannon his cousins or something are big swells
3390 to wash down his meal. Then he read the letter again: twice.
3409 Seaside girls. Torn envelope. Hands stuck in his trousers' pockets, jarvey
3423 A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. Will
3439 He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up,
3440 undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him.
3451 under his armpit, went to the door and opened it. The cat went up in soft
3477 brillantined hair over his collar. Just had a wash and brushup. Wonder
3485 these trousers dirty for the funeral. He went in, bowing his head under
3487 and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Before sitting down he peered
3488 through a chink up at the nextdoor windows. The king was in his
3491 Asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages
3492 over on his bared knees. Something new and easy. No great hurry. Keep it
3499 resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he
3500 allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading still
3505 on, seated calm above his own rising smell. Neat certainly. MATCHAM OFTEN
3508 he had read and, while feeling his water flow quietly, he envied kindly
3525 Why? I noticed he had a good rich smell off his breath dancing. No use
3536 Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. He pulled
3540 In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he eyed carefully his
3565 street. By Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lolled, his bucket of
3573 bagged the job for O'Neill's. Singing with his eyes shut. Corny. Met her
3582 Tom Kernan. Couldn't ask him at a funeral, though. While his eyes still
3583 read blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his
3584 right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. Very warm morning.
3585 Under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather
3586 headband inside his high grade ha. Just there. His right hand came down
3587 into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the
3588 headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket.
3590 So warm. His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow
3591 and hair. Then he put on his hat again, relieved: and read again: choice
3601 picture somewhere? Ah yes, in the dead sea floating on his back, reading a
3605 weight? It's a law something like that. Vance in High school cracking his
3613 FREEMAN from his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a baton
3614 and tapped it at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. Careless
3625 his baton against his nostrils, smelling freshprinted rag paper. No answer
3628 The postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a
3637 Answered anyhow. He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket,
3650 that would mend matters. His hand went into his pocket and a forefinger
3653 letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something
3689 his pockets for change. Stylish kind of coat with that roll collar, warm
3696 --I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and what do
3700 came Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head and gazing far from
3701 beneath his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare,
3761 Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.
3782 M'Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble.
3807 corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. Bob Cowley lent him his
3822 Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the
3832 voice and puts his fingers on his face.
3835 his father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of
3836 his father and left the God of his father.
3841 his face. That day! O, dear! O, dear! Ffoo! Well, perhaps it was best for
3857 He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he
3876 them. Mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her. Open it.
3910 and placed it in his heart pocket. Language of flowers. They like it
3916 read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his
3919 Weak joy opened his lips. Changed since the first letter. Wonder
3927 Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it.
3932 Flat Dublin voices bawled in his head. Those two sluts that night in
3970 his shirt four times a day, they say. Skin breeds lice or vermin. A
3978 An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, coach after coach.
3979 Barrels bumped in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside. The
3985 porch he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again
3995 them. Buddha their god lying on his side in the museum. Taking it easy
3996 with hand under his cheek. Josssticks burning. Not like Ecce Homo. Crown
4015 thing in his hands. He stopped at each, took out a communion, shook a
4027 its corner, nursing his hat and newspaper. These pots we have to wear. We
4044 affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn't know what to
4045 do to. Bald spot behind. Letters on his back: I.N.R.I? No: I.H.S.
4053 invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the communion
4097 sat back quietly in his bench. The priest came down from the altar,
4103 Mr Bloom put his face forward to catch the words. English. Throw
4112 Husband learn to his surprise. God's little joke. Then out she comes.
4118 Bequests also: to the P.P. for the time being in his absolute discretion.
4121 the witnessbox. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything.
4157 affair. O well, poor fellow, it's not his fault. When was it I got it made
4166 Living all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. All his
4214 Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.
4223 He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit,
4224 the coolwrappered soap in his left hand.
4226 At his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said:
4230 Shaved off his moustache again, by Jove! Long cold upper lip. To
4235 soap? Dandruff on his shoulders. Scalp wants oiling.
4240 He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar.
4241 Barber's itch. Tight collar he'll lose his hair. Better leave him the
4251 Bantam Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly.
4253 --What's that? his sharp voice said.
4294 He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of
4295 warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and
4297 his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush
4305 Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking
4307 him, curving his height with care.
4377 --Down with his aunt Sally, I suppose, Mr Dedalus said, the Goulding
4387 landlady's two hats pinned on his head. Out on the rampage all night.
4388 Beginning to tell on him now: that backache of his, I fear. Wife ironing
4389 his back. Thinks he'll cure it with pills. All breadcrumbs they are.
4395 it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother or his
4397 tickle his catastrophe, believe you me.
4404 He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power's
4406 Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to
4407 hand on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the
4408 house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. My son. Me in his eyes.
4421 --Ten minutes, Martin Cunningham said, looking at his watch.
4435 He closed his left eye. Martin Cunningham began to brush away
4436 crustcrumbs from under his thighs.
4444 buttonless leather of the seats. Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned
4451 Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Glad I took that bath. Feel my feet
4459 of his beard gently.
4477 Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.
4490 A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of
4500 Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun,
4508 gently. Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.
4511 him off to his face.
4529 Mr Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. That book I must
4539 his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month's mind: Quinlan.
4550 the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry fled.
4561 would lose his job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job
4580 --How do you do? Martin Cunningham said, raising his palm to his brow
4587 --Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.
4594 Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right
4604 He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant
4630 Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and
4632 Woman. Must be his deathday. For many happy returns. The carriage
4635 Oot: a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares, his
4640 Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume
4644 O'Callaghan on his last legs.
4667 of Elvery's Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his spine.
4669 --In all his pristine beauty, Mr Power said.
4675 Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as
4680 His eyes met Mr Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:
4684 Mr Bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his companions' faces.
4705 Mr Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.
4709 Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely:
4724 saving his son's life.
4747 --The Lord forgive me! Mr Power said, wiping his wet eyes with his
4749 he was in his usual health that I'd be driving after him like this. He's
4757 He tapped his chest sadly.
4797 his bones. Over the stones. Only a pauper. Nobody owns.
4801 --But the worst of all, Mr Power said, is the man who takes his own life.
4803 Martin Cunningham drew out his watch briskly, coughed and put it back.
4814 Mr Bloom, about to speak, closed his lips again. Martin Cunningham's
4818 used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it
4821 wife of his. Setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the
4834 He looked away from me. He knows. Rattle his bones.
4840 streaks on his face. Had slipped down to the foot of the bed. Verdict:
4878 --Huuuh! the drover's voice cried, his switch sounding on their flanks.
4935 here on the way back to drink his health. Pass round the consolation.
4948 Water rushed roaring through the sluices. A man stood on his
4953 on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of
4961 Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his brown straw
4985 grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown
4995 Murdered his brother. Or so they said.
5021 Cunningham put out his arm and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the
5022 door open with his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus
5025 Change that soap now. Mr Bloom's hand unbuttoned his hip pocket
5026 swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief
5027 pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other
5032 Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit.
5036 He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed,
5047 with his plume skeowways. Dull eye: collar tight on his neck, pressing on
5132 behind. He put down his name for a quid.
5142 behind the boy with the wreath looking down at his sleekcombed hair and
5143 at the slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar. Poor boy! Was he
5147 the chapel. Which end is his head?
5154 and, when all had knelt, dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper from his
5155 pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. He fitted his black hat gently on
5156 his left knee and, holding its brim, bent over piously.
5159 a door. The whitesmocked priest came after him, tidying his stole with one
5160 hand, balancing with the other a little book against his toad's belly.
5163 They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book
5166 Father Coffey. I knew his name was like a coffin. DOMINE-NAMINE.
5178 the gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please. Eyes of a toad
5213 The priest closed his book and went off, followed by the server.
5218 last folding his paper again into his pocket. He gazed gravely at the
5229 --He's at rest, he said, in the middle of his people, old Dan O'. But his
5236 in his walk. Mr Power took his arm.
5243 Corny Kelleher stepped aside from his rank and allowed the mourners to
5248 Mr Bloom closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head.
5276 with his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections.
5283 fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his
5291 He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman's shoulders. With
5301 know his face.
5306 soprano. She's his wife.
5330 the grasses, raised his hat in homage. The gravediggers touched their
5343 Cunningham's side puzzling two long keys at his back.
5349 They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes inclined his ear. The
5350 caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke in
5384 Fancy being his wife. Wonder he had the gumption to propose to any girl.
5402 He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field
5405 ground in a landslip with his hand pointing. All honeycombed the ground
5412 his price. Well preserved fat corpse, gentleman, epicure, invaluable
5429 Cracking his jokes too: warms the cockles of his heart. The one about the
5437 of mourning first. Hard to imagine his funeral. Seems a sort of a joke.
5445 The caretaker put the papers in his pocket. The barrow had ceased to
5454 Always someone turns up you never dreamt of. A fellow could live on his
5455 lonesome all his life. Yes, he could. Still he'd have to get someone to
5456 sod him after he died though he could dig his own grave. We all do. Only
5466 Poor Dignam! His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of
5473 Irishman's house is his coffin. Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same
5476 Mr Bloom stood far back, his hat in his hand, counting the bared
5485 married or his landlady ought to have picked out those threads for him.
5498 The boy by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly
5506 hid all your life. The death struggle. His sleep is not natural. Press his
5507 lower eyelid. Watching is his nose pointed is his jaw sinking are the
5508 soles of his feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on the
5510 him a woman. Dying to embrace her in his shirt. Last act of LUCIA.
5516 We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you're well
5526 in on the coffin. Mr Bloom turned away his face. And if he was alive all
5536 The caretaker moved away a few paces and put on his hat. Had
5538 themselves without show. Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly
5540 his ground, he traversed the dismal fields.
5542 Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ah, the names. But he
5545 --I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your
5568 his name?
5586 spades. All uncovered again for a few instants. The boy propped his wreath
5587 against a corner: the brother-in-law his on a lump. The gravediggers put
5590 haft a long tuft of grass. One, leaving his mates, walked slowly on with
5593 away, placed something in his free hand. Thanks in silence. Sorry, sir:
5609 Hynes shook his head.
5612 of him. Peace to his ashes.
5614 Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels,
5620 be at his grave. Ten shillings for the gardener. He keeps it free of
5621 weeds. Old man himself. Bent down double with his shears clipping. Near
5643 The Sacred Heart that is: showing it. Heart on his sleeve. Ought to be
5673 Emmet was buried here by torchlight, wasn't he? Making his rounds.
5707 Solicitor, I think. I know his face. Menton, John Henry, solicitor,
5708 commissioner for oaths and affidavits. Dignam used to be in his office.
5710 the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really. Yes, Menton. Got his rag out
5716 Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.
5727 off his hat, bulged out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his
5728 coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on his head again.
5732 John Henry Menton jerked his head down in acknowledgment.
5738 Martin could wind a sappyhead like that round his little finger, without
5739 his seeing it.
5794 in a large capecoat, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out
5795 with a roll of papers under his cape, a king's courier.
5803 his ear, we can do him one.
5818 Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a
5823 step: back. All his brains are in the nape of his neck, Simon Dedalus
5827 --Don't you think his face is like Our Saviour? Red Murray whispered.
5840 Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Hand on his
5868 packing paper. Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards
5887 Strange he never saw his real country. Ireland my country. Member
5917 Mr Bloom stood in his way.
5920 pointing backward with his thumb.
5936 Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti's desk.
5944 The foreman moved his pencil towards it.
5953 began to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket.
5955 --Like that, Mr Bloom said, crossing his forefingers at the top.
5965 Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew
5975 Better not teach him his own business.
5980 The foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched
6009 Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever. Martin Cunningham
6010 forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. It is amusing to
6016 I should have said when he clapped on his topper. Thank you. I ought
6018 said. Looks as good as new now. See his phiz then.
6033 TELEGRAPH. Where's what's his name?
6035 He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines.
6043 Mr Bloom took up his cutting. Time to get out.
6062 have put through his hands in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads,
6063 speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. Nearing the end of his tether now.
6072 He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.
6074 that. mangiD kcirtaP. Poor papa with his hagadah book, reading
6075 backwards with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year in Jerusalem. Dear, O
6084 to see with his fingers.
6100 He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose. Citronlemon? Ah, the
6101 soap I put there. Lose it out of that pocket. Putting back his
6103 hip pocket of his trousers.
6132 about that, Simon? he asked over the fringe of his newspaper. How's that
6135 --Changing his drink, Mr Dedalus said.
6137 Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on his knees, repeating:
6148 hungered, made ready to nibble the biscuit in his other hand.
6152 Old Chatterton, the vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his
6153 greatgranduncle. Close on ninety they say. Subleader for his death written
6172 --Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With an
6177 --Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked.
6202 J. J. O'Molloy shook his head.
6220 his sanctum with Lenehan.
6245 --Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God! Yes? Is he
6266 He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy
6267 moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers.
6281 him Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow. Daughter engaged to that
6296 --Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink
6316 his toecaps.
6326 --Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet face.
6335 He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking
6336 off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant
6348 to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder.
6418 --My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt? I'm in a
6423 He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee:
6446 leaning against the mantelshelf, had propped his head on his hand,
6456 --He'll get that advertisement, the professor said, staring through his
6471 you'll kick. O, my rib risible! Taking off his flat spaugs and the walk.
6475 feet past the fireplace to J. J. O'Molloy who placed the tissues in his
6486 He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket,
6487 jingling his keys in his back pocket. They jingled then in the air and
6488 against the wood as he locked his desk drawer.
6502 O'Molloy opened his case again and offered it.
6506 The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry on his brow.
6514 The professor grinned, locking his long lips.
6526 Myles Crawford blew his first puff violently towards the ceiling.
6544 follows in his footsteps, brought to every new shore on which he set his
6545 foot (on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal obsession. He gazed
6546 about him in his toga and he said: IT IS MEET TO BE HERE. LET US CONSTRUCT
6613 --O, I know him, Myles Crawford said, and I knew his wife too. The
6623 --Ay, a grass one, Myles Crawford said, his eye running down the
6624 typescript. Emperor's horses. Habsburg. An Irishman saved his life on the
6626 von Tirconnell in Ireland. Sent his heir over to make the king an Austrian
6658 A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long
6698 Lenehan extended his hands in protest.
6710 fell back with grace on his umbrella, feigning a gasp.
6714 Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling
6717 The professor, returning by way of the files, swept his hand across
6766 Stephen raised his eyes to the bold unheeding stare.
6774 --You can do it, Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in emphasis.
6777 that was a pressman for you. That was a pen. You know how he made his
6789 --NEW YORK WORLD, the editor said, excitedly pushing back his straw hat.
6811 He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.
6831 The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock's wattles. An illstarched
6832 dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his
6936 --My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false
6940 Edmund Burke? Ignatius Gallaher we all know and his Chapelizod boss,
6941 Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his American cousin of the Bowery
6950 --Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his
6957 his blood. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe.
6972 By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the
6989 Pause. J. J. O'Molloy took out his cigarettecase.
6993 Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar.
7003 J. J. O'Molloy resumed, moulding his words:
7019 Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed.
7020 He took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O'Molloy offered his case to
7021 Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his
7050 --You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his
7061 say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man's contumely upon the
7065 He closed his long thin lips an instant but, eager to be on, raised an
7066 outspanned hand to his spectacles and, with trembling thumb and
7076 prepared his speech I do not believe for there was not even one
7083 linen collar appeared behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair.
7087 Briefly, as well as I can bring them to mind, his words were these.
7089 He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more.
7102 ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our
7139 A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it
7171 sheltered within his voice. Dead noise. Akasic records of all that ever
7192 Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally's lunge of his
7200 He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.
7293 Myles Crawford appeared on the steps, his hat aureoling his scarlet face,
7296 --Come along, the professor cried, waving his arm.
7325 puffing, and taking the cutting from his pocket. I spoke with Mr Keyes
7340 his arm for emphasis. Tell him that straight from the stable.
7345 today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in muck
7348 --Well, Mr Bloom said, his eyes returning, if I can get the design I
7356 --He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his
7366 --NULLA BONA, Jack, he said, raising his hand to his chin. I'm up to
7465 --Call it, wait, the professor said, opening his long lips wide to
7483 held his peace.
7488 through the meshes of his wry smile.
7509 the King. God. Save. Our. Sitting on his throne sucking red jujubes white.
7555 him. Does himself well. No guests. All for number one. Watching his water.
7610 Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his
7652 Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Think no more about
7674 Wisdom Hely's. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his
7675 foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. Our staple
7710 port into his soup before the flag fell. Bobbob lapping it for the inner
7735 after practice. Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache. Gave her that
7743 her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell concerts.
7806 there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me
7867 He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent.
7910 skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a
7911 stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride.
7932 hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs. Blown in from the bay. Like old
7933 times. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his
7934 dull grey beard towards her, his loose jaw wagging as he spoke earnestly.
7936 Meshuggah. Off his chump.
7986 Poor Mrs Purefoy! Methodist husband. Method in his madness.
7988 Eating with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the minute. And still his
7992 bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet. The squallers.
8046 attack one in pudding time. A punch in his dinner. A squad of others,
8061 That horsepoliceman the day Joe Chamberlain was given his degree in
8062 Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His horse's hoofs
8065 Must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones. I oughtn't to have got
8085 Duff in his eye. Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the
8107 that a fellow couldn't round on more than his own ring. Sinn Fein. Back
8139 Landlord never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets
8140 his notice to quit. They buy the place up with gold and still they
8162 meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a
8164 uniform since he got the job. Charley Kavanagh used to come out on his
8167 pain. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. He'd look nice on the
8168 city charger. Drop into the D.B.C. probably for his coffee, play chess
8170 pass a remark on him. Freeze them up with that eye of his. That's the
8171 fascination: the name. All a bit touched. Mad Fanny and his other sister
8196 listening woman at his side. Coming from the vegetarian. Only
8220 and have a chat with young Sinclair? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his
8230 His lids came down on the lower rims of his irides. Can't see it. If you
8233 He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right
8235 completely. The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. Must
8244 professor Joly or learn up something about his family. That would do to:
8253 His hand fell to his side again.
8273 With a keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the street here
8274 middle of the day of Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. On his annual bend,
8280 him good. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran
8281 the Queen's. Broth of a boy. Dion Boucicault business with his
8283 time flies, eh? Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Drinkers,
8296 Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses. Muslin
8312 He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today
8326 A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain
8348 gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, slush of greens. See the
8356 young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. New
8358 him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet. A man spitting back on his
8377 all before him, old chap picking his tootles. Slight spasm, full, chewing
8383 his nose.
8389 That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life
8391 from his three hands. Tear it limb from limb. Second nature to him. Born
8392 with a silver knife in his mouth. That's witty, I think. Or no. Silver
8396 bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard. Well
8397 up: it splashed yellow near his boot. A diner, knife and fork upright,
8399 across his stained square of newspaper. Other chap telling him something
8400 with his mouth full. Sympathetic listener. Table talk. I munched hum un
8403 Mr Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his lips. His eyes said:
8416 Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.
8426 Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his
8430 batch with his. Father O'Flynn would make hares of them all. Have rows
8457 What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff?
8459 --Hello, Bloom, Nosey Flynn said from his nook.
8469 Ham and his descendants musterred and bred there. Potted meats. What is
8500 Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.
8504 Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear. Flap ears to match.
8519 Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. MR MACTRIGGER. Easier
8533 --Ay, now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand in his pocket to
8534 scratch his groin. Who is this was telling me? Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed
8538 He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock
8546 He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to
8547 speed it, set his wineglass delicately down.
8560 Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass. No, snuffled it
8568 shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring's
8580 Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of
8581 disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his
8582 wine soothed his palate. Not logwood that. Tastes fuller this weather with
8608 Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O'Gaunt. He put me off it. Ay.
8610 He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the flutes.
8614 Mr Bloom, champing, standing, looked upon his sigh. Nosey
8616 let him forget. Go and lose more. Fool and his money. Dewdrop coming down
8627 Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that badly. Felt so off
8646 the scruff off his own head? Cheapest lunch in town. Of course aristocrats,
8654 venisons of the forest from his ex. Send him back the half of a cow. Spread
8666 fishes' gills can't write his name on a cheque think he was painting the
8667 landscape with his mouth twisted. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a kish
8672 Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the
8674 telling me memory. Touched his sense moistened remembered. Hidden
8712 Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to do
8713 there to do. A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked, to
8717 When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book:
8738 wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home to
8739 his better half. She's well nourished, I tell you. Plovers on toast.
8743 Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.
8748 --How so? Davy Byrne asked, coming from his book.
8776 Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes:
8782 off when the fun gets too hot. Didn't you see him look at his watch? Ah,
8789 put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due. O, Bloom has
8790 his good points. But there's one thing he'll never do.
8792 His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog.
8799 a plaining hand on his claret waistcoat.
8820 For answer Tom Rochford pressed his hand to his breastbone and hiccupped.
8826 Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.
8830 He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead snip.
8851 Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.
8866 Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, his tongue brushing his
8874 Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything with that invention of his?
8891 plumber, turned back his thoughts. They could: and watch it all the way
8895 with his insides entrails on show. Science.
8932 A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane.
8938 moved his head uncertainly.
8945 saw his brillantined hair just when I was. Horse drooping. Driver in John
8946 Long's. Slaking his drouth.
8965 Stains on his coat. Slobbers his food, I suppose. Tastes all different for
8966 him. Have to be spoonfed first. Like a child's hand, his hand. Like Milly's
8968 name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his
8977 The blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on his way, drawing
8978 his cane back, feeling again.
8985 Dublin he must have, tapping his way round by the stones. Could he walk
9005 on. Must be strange not to see her. Kind of a form in his mind's eye. The
9006 voice, temperatures: when he touches her with his fingers must almost see
9016 his ears. Again. Fibres of fine fine straw. Then gently his finger felt the
9017 skin of his right cheek. Downy hair there too. Not smooth enough. The belly is
9021 Walking by Doran's publichouse he slid his hand between his
9022 waistcoat and trousers and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack
9023 fold of his belly. But I know it's whitey yellow. Want to try in the dark
9026 He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to.
9037 Troy. After his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Old legal cronies
9040 his nose at that stuff I drank. Vintage wine for them, the year
9041 marked on a dusty bottle. Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder's
9065 Making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes.
9068 Didn't see me perhaps. Light in his eyes.
9070 The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold
9096 His hand looking for the where did I put found in his hip pocket soap
9122 door he gave his large ear all to the attendant's words: heard them: and was
9128 his death.
9147 Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his greencapped desklamp sought
9173 --All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of his
9188 can see him, a model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm.
9209 Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light. He bore in his hand with
9213 the afterlife of his princely soul, the improbable, insignificant and
9221 --Which of the two, Stephen asked, would have banished me from his
9231 Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague.
9248 --The peatsmoke is going to his head, John Eglinton opined.
9250 We feel in England. Penitent thief. Gone. I smoked his baccy. Green
9295 in his palms. Nine lives are taken off for his father's one. Our Father
9300 Cranly, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.
9328 John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to judge.
9349 studied HAMLET all the years of his life which were not vanity in order to
9355 bidding him list. To a son he speaks, the son of his soul, the prince, young
9356 Hamlet and to the son of his body, Hamnet Shakespeare, who has died in
9357 Stratford that his namesake may live for ever.
9360 vesture of buried Denmark, a ghost by death, speaking his own words to
9361 his own son's name (had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have been
9429 him into and out of the world. She took his first embraces. She bore his
9430 children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep his eyelids closed when he
9431 lay on his deathbed.
9439 John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.
9454 --Dialectic, Stephen answered: and from his mother how to bring thoughts
9455 into the world. What he learnt from his other wife Myrto (ABSIT NOMEN!),
9468 He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling THE
9470 where to place poor Wat, sitting in his form, the cry of hounds, the studded
9474 writer of ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in the
9475 back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all Warwickshire to lie
9476 withal? Good: he left her and gained the world of men. But his boywomen
9488 --Ryefield, Mr Best said brightly, gladly, raising his new book, gladly,
9522 pineal glands aglow. Filled with his god, he thrones, Buddh under plantain.
9540 Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his
9541 ashplanthandle over his knee. My casque and sword. Touch lightly with
9551 he has genius really? Yeats admired his line: AS IN WILD EARTH A GRECIAN
9559 And his Dulcinea? James Stephens is doing some clever sketches. We are
9582 The quaker librarian came from the leavetakers. Blushing, his mask
9635 private paper, don't you know, of his private life. I mean, I don't care a
9638 He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk, smiling his
9656 weave and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where
9671 Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.
9696 --A child, a girl, placed in his arms, Marina.
9718 his name is, say of it?
9721 which was lost. What was lost is given back to him: his daughter's child.
9728 --Will he not see reborn in her, with the memory of his own youth added,
9737 images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in them
9742 --I hope Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the enlightenment of the
9765 in his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie
9771 even his own understanding of himself. A like fate awaits him and the two
9781 with knowledge by his creator. That is why the speech (his lean unlovely
9786 old dog licking an old sore. But, because loss is his gain, he passes on
9791 of his shadow, the son consubstantial with the father.
9805 Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a bauble.
9821 He lifts his hands. Veils fall. O, flowers! Bells with bells with bells
9825 Mr Mulligan, I'll be bound, has his theory too of the play and of
9834 A flying sunny smile rayed in his loose features.
9854 lifting his brilliant notebook. THAT PORTRAIT OF MR W. H. where he proves
9861 --I mean, for Willie Hughes, Mr Best said, amending his gloss easily. Of
9889 Buck Mulligan's again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile. Then, his
9890 head wagging, he came near, drew a folded telegram from his pocket. His
9924 you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He's out in pampooties to murder
9942 -- ... in which everyone can find his own. So Mr Justice Madden in his
9972 dark figure following his hasty heels.
9980 --What's his name? Ikey Moses? Bloom.
10008 they arrested him, had half a million francs on his back including a pair
10017 lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, and his dainty birdsnies, lady
10027 Buck Mulligan, his pious eyes upturned, prayed:
10046 spurned. But the court wanton spurned him for a lord, his dearmylove.
10063 Stephen turned boldly in his chair.
10094     The presents for his granddaughter, for his daughters,
10095     For his sister, for his old cronies in Stratford
10098     He left her his
10117 shareholder, a bill promoter, a tithefarmer. Why did he not leave her his
10130 Stephen said, who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays
10131 tribute to his elders, wills to be laid in earth near the bones of his
10132 dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an old mistress (don't forget
10133 Nell Gwynn Herpyllis) and let her live in his villa.
10146 of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard. He lifted his hands
10161 --And the sense of property, Stephen said. He drew Shylock out of his own
10165 Chettle Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing. He sued a
10166 fellowplayer for the price of a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of
10168 callboy get rich quick? All events brought grist to his mill. Shylock
10170 queen's leech Lopez, his jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheeny
10173 his jeer in LOVE'S LABOUR LOST. His pageants, the histories, sail
10179 MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life long
10212 from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in his
10221 holds so tightly to what he calls his rights over what he calls his debts
10222 will hold tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls
10223 his wife. No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or his
10224 manservant or his maidservant or his jackass.
10226 --Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan antiphoned.
10248 to her his chapbooks preferring them to the MERRY WIVES and, loosing her
10257 enemies shall be those of his own house and family. I feel that Russell is
10258 right. What do we care for his wife or father? I should say that only
10260 the fat knight is his supreme creation.
10267 buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests,
10268 a wand of wilding in his hand.
10273 touched his hand. The voice, new warmth, speaking. Dr Bob Kenny is
10277 evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father's death. If
10281 must hold that his seventyyear old mother is the lustful queen. No. The
10284 mystical estate upon his son. Boccaccio's Calandrino was the first and
10310 new male: his growth is his father's decline, his youth his father's envy,
10311 his friend his father's enemy.
10326 name in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he was not the father of his own
10328 all his race, the father of his own grandfather, the father of his unborn
10337 --Himself his own father, Sonmulligan told himself. Wait. I am big with
10341 He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.
10343 --As for his family, Stephen said, his mother's name lives in the forest
10349 another member of his family who is recorded.
10353 The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, quake, his mask, quake,
10365 STEPHEN: He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his
10367 one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up
10381          To his comrade medical Davy ...
10383 STEPHEN: In his trinity of black Wills, the villain shakebags, Iago,
10385 Nay, that last play was written or being written while his brother Edmund
10395 STEPHEN: (STRINGENDO) He has hidden his own name, a fair name, William,
10397 his face in a dark corner of his canvas. He has revealed it in the sonnets
10398 where there is Will in overplus. Like John o'Gaunt his name is dear to him,
10400 steeled argent, honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer than his glory of
10403 star, a daystar, a firedrake, rose at his birth. It shone by day in the
10406 signature of his initial among the stars. His eyes watched it, lowlying on
10430 Stephen looked on his hat, his stick, his boots.
10444 Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book to say:
10491 took the stuff of his plays. Why did he take them rather than others?
10495 The other four acts of that play hang limply from that first. Of all his
10510 from THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA onward till Prospero breaks his staff,
10511 buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his book. It doubles
10512 itself in the middle of his life, reflects itself in another, repeats
10514 itself again when he is near the grave, when his married daughter
10516 the original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his
10520 the lines of his last written words, it is petrified on his tombstone
10527 He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.
10550 always been, man and boy, a silent witness and there, his journey of life
10551 ended, he plants his mulberrytree in the earth. Then dies. The motion is
10559 go. Strong curtain. He found in the world without as actual what was in his
10589 Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they fingerponder nightly each his
10608 duke, Piper says, and prove to him that his ancestor wrote the plays.
10609 It will come as a surprise to his grace. But he believes his theory.
10623 Buck Mulligan stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and
10626 --I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper
10645 Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.
10660 His lub back: I followed. I gall his kibe.
10671 O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables. Item: was
10703 And left the FEMME DE TRENTE ANS. And why no other children born? And his
10708 The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling,
10735 A laugh tripped over his lips.
10754 In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet:
10797 Part. The moment is now. Where then? If Socrates leave his house
10801 My will: his will that fronts me. Seas between.
10814 see his eye? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee, ancient
10844 The superior, the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth
10845 watch in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps. Five to
10851 A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his
10854 reverend John Conmee S. J. Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his
10881 Father Conmee doffed his silk hat and smiled, as he took leave, at the
10883 going. He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, with arecanut paste.
10891 his way. Beyond a doubt. He loved Ireland, he said, and he loved the
10899 was his name? Jack Sohan. And his name? Ger. Gallaher. And the other
10903 Father Conmee gave a letter from his breast to Master Brunny Lynam
10936 shutup free church on his left. The reverend T. R. Greene B.A. will(D.V.)
10949 Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked. Saint
10951 Conmee raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament. Virtuous: but occasionally
10958 saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop.
10972 hay. A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee and Father Conmee
10997 sixpence and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his
10999 usually made his visit when one had carelessly thrown away the ticket.
11032 men and of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African mission
11043 conductor and saluted in his turn.
11052 Father Conmee, walking, thought of his little book OLD TIMES IN THE
11081 Father Conmee, reading his office, watched a flock of muttoning
11085 He was their rector: his reign was mild.
11087 Father Conmee drew off his gloves and took his rededged breviary out.
11092 Father Conmee read in secret PATER and AVE and crossed his breast.
11101 raised his cap abruptly: the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care
11104 Father Conmee blessed both gravely and turned a thin page of his
11112 Corny Kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced with his
11115 furnishings. Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to
11116 the doorway. There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and
11122 Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed, his hat
11123 downtilted, chewing his blade of hay.
11125 Constable 57C, on his beat, stood to pass the time of day.
11133 Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth
11148 Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he growled
11163 sourly at the unheeding windows, sank his head and swung himself forward
11171 gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.
11173 He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head
11203 Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked
11236 The lacquey rang his bell.
11289 from his fob and held it at its chain's length.
11310 Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers' pocket.
11321 The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with his tie
11329 red flower between his smiling teeth.
11351 --SACRIFIZIO INCRUENTO, Stephen said smiling, swaying his ashplant in slow
11370 --ARRIVEDERLA, MAESTRO, Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand was
11409 swells never took his eyes off her. Hope to goodness he won't keep me here
11435 --Hello, Jack, is that yourself? Ned Lambert said, raising in salute his
11466 In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled
11481 He followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away
11486 He stood to read the card in his hand.
11497 Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the air.
11526 He held his handkerchief ready for the coming ...
11535 Tom Rochford took the top disk from the pile he clasped against his
11611 gentle pushes of his toe from the path to the gutter. Fellow might damn
11658 He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.
11668 Lenehan linked his arm warmly.
11681 He held his caved hands a cubit from him, frowning:
11686 His hands moulded ample curves of air. He shut his eyes tight in
11687 delight, his body shrinking, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips.
11705 Lenehan walked on again. He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his
11732 Onions of his breath came across the counter out of his ruined
11734 his unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain.
11750 He read where his finger opened.
11769 Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yielded
11786 curtains. The shopman's uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven
11787 reddened face, coughing. He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the
11788 floor. He put his boot on what he had spat, wiping his sole along it, and
11793 Mastering his troubled breath, he said:
11805 The lacquey by the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell
11813 The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it:
11822 row. He halted near his daughter.
11830 Dilly shrugged her shoulders. Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them
11836 He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his
11837 shoulders and dropping his underjaw.
11841 Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache.
11848 --You got some, Dilly said, looking in his eyes.
11850 --How do you know that? Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.
11872 He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.
11876 The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs.
11882 The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his bell
11912 He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.
11979 Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. High colour, of course.
11980 Grizzled moustache. Returned Indian officer. Bravely he bore his stumpy
11981 body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Is that Ned
11986 Aham! Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath. Good
11987 drop of gin, that was. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his
12008 Denis Breen with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John
12009 Henry Menton's office, led his wife over O'Connell bridge, bound for the
12017 One of those fellows got his hand nailed to the table by a dagger.
12024 sham squire, with his violet gloves gave him away. Course they were on
12059 Old Russell with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem,
12060 turned it and held it at the point of his Moses' beard. Grandfather ape
12083 against his shoulderblade. In Clohissey's window a faded 186O print of
12084 Heenan boxing Sayers held his eye. Staring backers with square hats stood
12086 gently each to other his bulbous fists. And they are throbbing: heroes'
12099 Father Conmee, having read his little hours, walked through the
12167 Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a scooping hand.
12185 in his neck.
12190 He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.
12196 at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails.
12213 He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on his roomy
12216 --They were made for a man in his health, Ben, anyhow.
12245 his joyful fingers in the air.
12255 Ben Dollard halted and stared, his loud orifice open, a dangling
12256 button of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away
12257 the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.
12273 He led Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk.
12275 --Filberts I believe they were, Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his glasses
12276 on his coatfront, following them.
12285 The policeman touched his forehead.
12295 --Yes, Martin Cunningham said, fingering his beard. I wrote to Father
12311 office. I see Bloom put his name down for five shillings.
12354 Long John Fanning made no way for them. He removed his large Henry Clay
12355 decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all
12369 Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.
12371 Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to
12373 his peace.
12377 Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot.
12405 went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly. In saddles of the
12419 his Panama to Haines:
12426 --Is that he? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.
12428 --Yes, Mulligan said. That's John Howard, his brother, our city marshal.
12430 John Howard Parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his grey
12431 claw went up again to his forehead whereat it rested. An instant after,
12432 under its screen, his eyes looked quickly, ghostbright, at his foe and
12445 Haines opened his newbought book.
12454 Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.
12456 --You should see him, he said, when his body loses its balance. Wandering
12459 --I am sure he has an IDEE FIXE, Haines said, pinching his chin
12465 --They drove his wits astray, he said, by visions of hell. He will never
12467 death and the ruddy birth. That is his tragedy. He can never be a poet.
12471 this morning on belief. There was something on his mind, I saw. It's
12490 --Seems a long way off, Haines said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon.
12493 He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.
12511 blind stripling tapped his way by the wall of College park.
12515 Merrion square, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling.
12524 He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word.
12526 As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his
12528 onwards, having buffeted a thewless body. The blind stripling turned his
12554 soldiers half price. I could easy do a bunk on ma. Master Dignam on his
12557 and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his collar sticking
12558 up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall,
12560 the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of
12563 Master Dignam got his collar down and dawdled on. The best pucker
12576 his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down. The
12584 fly walking over it up to his eye. The scrunch that was when they were
12591 on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney's for
12592 to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt. Never see him
12594 good son to ma. I couldn't hear the other things he said but I saw his
12595 tongue and his teeth trying to say it better. Poor pa. That was Mr Dignam,
12610 northern quays. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way through
12615 the pawnbroker's, at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose
12616 with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough
12628 On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, steering his way from the greenhouse
12629 for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his
12648 took his thumbs quickly out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and
12649 doffed his cap to her. A charming SOUBRETTE, great Marie Kendall, with
12660 hunter watch not looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it. Where the
12663 in his ear the tidings. Understanding, he shifted his tomes to his left
12676 of indigo serge. His hands in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he
12677 offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and the red
12678 flower between his lips. As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency
12679 drew the attention of his bowing consort to the programme of music which
12699 by Trinity's postern a loyal king's man, Hornblower, touched his tallyho
12702 topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by
12703 porksteak paper. His collar too sprang up. The viceroy, on his way to
12705 drove with his following towards Lower Mount street. He passed a blind
12708 viceroy's path. At the Royal Canal bridge, from his hoarding, Mr Eugene
12709 Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke
12712 the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain. On
12852 Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and EAU DE NIL.
12889 Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his breast the sweets
12894 unheeding him he banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And
12920 wring his ear for him a yard long.
12989 --O! shrieking, miss Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle eye?
13003 By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.
13022 his bit of beard!
13056 Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his
13096 whisky from her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus
13135 sandwichbell wound his round body round.
13168 Mr Dedalus, famous father, laid by his dry filled pipe.
13177 the labour of his muse.
13181 --The ELITE of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit, Hugh
13187 After an interval Mr Dedalus raised his grog and
13192 his glass.
13210 --So sad to look at his face, miss Douce condoled.
13306 He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She
13337 Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his
13338 lips, looked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?), and
13351 --Fortune, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale.
13358 Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's
13430 Boylan, eyed, eyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drank off his chalice
13442 He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.
13508 --A symposium all his own, Mr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn't stop him.
13528 Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the
13535 Keogh's gave us the number. Remember? Ben remembered, his broad visage
13611 He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.
13639 bed, screaming, kicking. With all his belongings on show. O saints above,
13647 (a lady's) hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the
13682 Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long
13683 arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he
13702 Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting,
13719 heard Joe Maas sing that one night. Ah, what M'Guckin! Yes. In his way.
13728 Power. Particular about his drink. Flaw in the glass, fresh Vartry water.
13731 his fare. Curious types.
13740 Believes his own lies. Does really. Wonderful liar. But want a good
13747 Richie cocked his lips apout. A low incipient note sweet banshee murmured:
13763 Never in all his life had Richie Goulding.
13765 He knows it well too. Or he feels. Still harping on his daughter. Wise
13769 Richie once. Jokes old stale now. Wagging his ear. Napkinring in his eye.
13770 Now begging letters he sends his son with. Crosseyed Walter sir I did sir.
13814 his remembered lives. Good, good to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to
13820 the elastic band of his packet. Love's old sweet SONNEZ LA gold. Bloom
13822 round his troubled double, fourfold, in octave, gyved them fast.
13827 his feet. When will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He
13839 Could have made oceans of money. Singing wrong words. Wore out his
13873 Wish I could see his face, though. Explain better. Why the barber in
13874 Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass. Still
13939 And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider
13940 drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of
13955 RANK AND FAME: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Good God he never heard in all his
13960 Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the
13965 FAME in his, Ned Lambert's, house.
13975 Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked
13983 Thou lost one. All songs on that theme. Yet more Bloom stretched his
14029 mourning. Callous: all for his own gut. Musemathematics. And you think
14053 Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed
14056 Down the edge of his FREEMAN baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye,
14060 Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. He held unfurled his FREEMAN.
14136 his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He
14152 Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. Well, sir, the husband
14156 Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard.
14271 Ben Dollard's voice. Base barreltone. Doing his level best to say it.
14284 entered a lonely hall, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, told
14291 still. No eunuch yet with all his belongings.
14298 He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: MEA CULPA.
14311 play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he
14324 best. Remind him of home sweet home. Wiped his nose in curtain too.
14325 Custom his country perhaps. That's music too. Not as bad as it sounds.
14334 staring down into her with his operaglass for all he was worth. Beauty
14338 All gone. All fallen. At the siege of Ross his father, at Gorey all his
14340 his name and race.
14347 Hate. Love. Those are names. Rudy. Soon I am old. Big Ben his voice
14348 unfolded. Great voice Richie Goulding said, a flush struggling in his
14365 rustling soldier from his cassock. A yeoman captain. They know it all by
14408 polished knob (she knows his eyes, my eyes, her eyes) her thumb and finger
14432 At Geneva barrack that young man died. At Passage was his body
14460 big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes
14475 Fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his
14534 (want to have wadding or something in his no don't she cried), then all of
14582 after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair. Rehearsing his
14595 Shepherd his pipe. Pwee little wee. Policeman a whistle. Locks and keys!
14676 and he near drove his gear into my eye. I turned around to let him have
14681 chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush?
14686 fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and
14701 hanging on to his taw now for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny
14713 getting his shirt out. HE DRINK ME MY TEAS. HE EAT ME MY SUGARS. BECAUSE
14730 vendor to be disposed of at his good will and pleasure until the said
14733 vendor, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one part and
14734 the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the
14743 --Who? says I. Sure, he's out in John of God's off his head, poor man.
14745 --Drinking his own stuff? says Joe.
14826 --There he is, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his
14841 Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he:
14848 --I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his
14851 So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:
14855 And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:
14882 his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of
14883 his body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in
14890 from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the
14891 loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered
14896 knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of
14900 cowhide laced with the windpipe of the same beast. From his girdle hung a
14901 row of seastones which jangled at every movement of his portentous frame
14927 couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet
14930 hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time
14945 Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the guts of the fish.
14990 scrolls of law and with him his lady wife a dame of peerless lineage,
14997 begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his
14998 bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife
15072 So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket.
15109 --You saw his ghost then, says Joe, God between us and harm.
15137 by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that
15140 levels. In reply to a question as to his first sensations in the great
15160 should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been
15163 still good. He stated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in
15164 the other region and earnestly requested that his desire should be made
15171 was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. Wail, Banba, with
15181 And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again.
15187 And says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest
15197 --Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He's over all his troubles.
15209 The tear is bloody near your eye. Talking through his bloody hat.
15227 So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry
15279 And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his
15313 And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and
15335 and scratching his scabs. And round he goes to Bob Doran that was
15347 to bring. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging
15354 Curran and she's far from the land. And Bloom, of course, with his
15355 knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. Phenomenon!
15368 And Bloom with his BUT DON'T YOU SEE? and BUT ON THE OTHER HAND. And sure,
15371 after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody
15374 --The memory of the dead, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and
15404 lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for
15417 to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane),
15445 from underneath the presidential armchair, it was explained by his legal
15446 adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his
15448 pockets of his junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their
15454 morning dress and wearing his favourite flower, the GLADIOLUS CRUENTUS.
15455 He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so
15468 possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by
15469 his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi. The learned prelate who
15472 of rainwater, his cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the
15474 the grim figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a
15476 his eyes glowered furiously. As he awaited the fatal signal he
15477 tested the edge of his horrible weapon by honing it upon his
15479 sheep which had been provided by the admirers of his fell but necessary
15498 roomkeepers' association as a token of his regard and esteem. The NEC and
15504 kissed passionately all the various suitable areas of his person which the
15507 cherish his memory, that she would never forget her hero boy who went to
15508 his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling
15509 match in Clonturk park. She brought back to his recollection the happy
15523 noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex, stepped forward and,
15524 presenting his visiting card, bankbook and genealogical tree,
15531 names in Albion's history) placed on the finger of his blushing FIANCEE
15537 his natural emotion. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive
15539 in his immediate ENTOURAGE, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone:
15548 a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that
15552 down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever
15553 see the froth of his pint. And one night I went in with a fellow
15560 an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers
15583 grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the
15584 hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.
15590 Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and
15595 unturned in his efforts to delucidate and compare the verse recited and has
15598 lovesongs with which the writer who conceals his identity under the
15664 mortgagee's right till he near had the head of me addled with his
15703 Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote the new
15705 shawls killed with the laughing, picking his pockets, the bloody
15709 Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife, and
15724 Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Want a
15739 countries and the idol of his own.
15743 them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his sheepdip for the
15746 Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are
15760 Then comes good uncle Leo. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes
15826 to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent
15856 was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the
15859 greatly enhanced his already international reputation, was vociferously
15897 English gold in his pocket.
15908 little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. God, he gave
15925 his man under, the bout ending with the bulkier man on the ropes, Myler
15927 his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and when the bell
15932 and his footwork a treat to watch. After a brisk exchange of courtesies
15934 from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and
15942 --He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he's running
15972 of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in
15998 and the other give him a leg over the stile. With his name in Stubbs's.
16001 Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where no-one would
16002 know him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his
16030 Look at his head. Do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat on
16038 --Still, says Bloom, on account of the poor woman, I mean his wife.
16056 povertystricken Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him,
16058 him because a cousin of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope.
16059 Picture of him on the wall with his Smashall Sweeney's moustaches, the
16080 And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his
16081 oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking
16093 them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, and his own
16095 something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him, swearing by the
16128 halls of law. There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber,
16129 gave his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury
16188 after him and the old dog at his feet looking up to know who to bite and
16204 her tickles and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in
16256 He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands
16257 the medher of dark strong foamy ale and, uttering his tribal slogan LAMH
16258 DEARG ABU, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty valorous
16285 anything he could lift on the nod, the old cur after him backing his luck
16286 with his mangy snout up. Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.
16355 organ with his wellknown ability and, in addition to the prescribed
16371 citizen, clapping his thigh. our harbours that are empty will be full
16383 a tanyard cat. Cows in Connacht have long horns. As much as his bloody
16384 life is worth to go down and address his tall talk to the assembled
16385 multitude in Shanagolden where he daren't show his nose with the Molly
16399 crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other with his head down
16402 up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him. Gob, they ought
16415 parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad
16416 brought out, howling for his ma, and they tie him down on the buttend of a
16448 from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further
16454 Didn't I tell you? As true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his
16462 redskins in America. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. But the
16488 --CONSPUEZ LES FRANCAIS, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer.
16507 bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's
16508 racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys
16528 with his dunducketymudcoloured mug on him and his old plumeyes rolling
16557 The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and,
16560 --After you with the push, Joe, says he, taking out his handkerchief to
16572 of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North
16601 Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old cigar.
16604 to us by right. At this very moment, says he, putting up his fist, sold by
16635 --That chap? says the citizen. Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Love,
16654 And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle.
16657 What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides that put the women
16659 pasted round the mouth of his cannon? The bible! Did you read that skit in
16664 So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts
16670 thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his
16674 Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and
16676 British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his dearest
16682 skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak,
16684 Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book, subsequently
16706 his name is?
16714 --I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.
16722 in anger in his life?
16738 myself I knew he was uneasy in his (two pints off of Joe and one in
16739 Slattery's off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings is
16749 saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his
16755 mouseabout. Mr Bloom with his argol bargol. And his old fellow before him
16758 his baubles and his penny diamonds. Loans by post on easy terms. Any
16769 and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the country at the
16775 --Ho, varlet! cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party.
16778 So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice.
16780 Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard.
16801 by his aspect. Hast aught to give us?
16828 --And after all, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the
16860 --Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan.
16862 --O, by God, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his
16881 sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a
16899 --Well, says Martin, rapping for his glass. God bless all here is my
16917 and the monks of S. Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the
16971 the blessed answered his prayers.
16981 And he laid his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he
16994 --Right, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. And butter for fish.
17032 The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop
17037 he fashions about the heart of his wheel the equidistant rays whereof each
17064 Joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and the
17066 on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over his eye
17075 And the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.
17081 --Well, his uncle was a jew, says he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a jew
17096 Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the
17124 anyhow and out with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he
17139 Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. Mercy of God the sun
17140 was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead. Gob, he near sent it
17188 lottery ticket on the side of his poll he'd remember the gold cup,
17190 and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. The jarvey saved his life
17201 sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his
17242 days old and, though still a tiny toddler, was just beginning to lisp his
17243 first babyish words. Cissy Caffrey bent over to him to tease his fat
17244 little plucks and the dainty dimple in his chin.
17255 take his castor oil unless it was Cissy Caffrey that held his nose and
17258 was as good as gold, a perfect little dote in his new fancy bib. None of
17272 is his castle, he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that the
17277 --Come here, Tommy, his sister called imperatively. At once! And you,
17283 too after his misadventure. His little man-o'-war top and unmentionables
17286 to be seen on his smart little suit. Still the blue eyes were glistening
17314 gentleman couldn't see and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes.
17371 cooling in his attentions when it was simply a lovers' quarrel. As per
17374 window. Only now his father kept him in in the evenings studying
17377 the high school like his brother W. E. Wylie who was racing in the
17381 learn to love her in time. They were protestants in his family
17385 shape of his head too at the back without his cap on that she would know
17387 the lamp with his hands off the bars and also the nice perfume of those
17418 never see seventeen again) can find it in his heart to blame her? She had
17428 his father brought him in to study for the intermediate exhibition
17458 strong quiet face who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly
17459 flecked with grey, and who would understand, take her in his sheltering
17460 arms, strain her to him in all the strength of his deep passionate nature
17463 longs to be his only, his affianced bride for riches for poor, in sickness
17467 just thinking would the day ever come when she could call herself his
17484 admired tall men for a husband) with glistening white teeth under his
17489 selves and before he went out to business he would give his dear little
17493 then she buttoned up his little knickerbockers for him and told him to run
17497 his ball and he wanted his ball and he pranced on the ground, if you
17511 the lord mayor, here's his two horses, here's his gingerbread carriage
17513 got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that from
17561 knew it was that the man who lifts his hand to a woman save in the way of
17570 father because he was too old or something or on account of his face (it
17571 was a palpable case of Doctor Fell) or his carbuncly nose with the pimples
17572 on it and his sandy moustache a bit white under his nose. Poor father!
17573 With all his faults she loved him still when he sang TELL ME, MARY, HOW TO
17578 Charley was home on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam and Mrs and
17582 his days and he couldn't even go to the funeral on account of the gout and
17583 she had to go into town to bring him the letters and samples from his
17598 bunch of flowers to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice
17612 voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was sitting there
17645 saint Bernard said in his famous prayer of Mary, the most pious Virgin's
17658 And baby did his level best to say it for he was very intelligent for
17659 eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the picture of health,
17665 Cissy wiped his little mouth with the dribbling bib and wanted him to sit
17668 the other way under him. Of course his infant majesty was most
17673 And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. It was all no
17676 in his mouth the teat of the suckingbottle and the young heathen was
17687 he was looking at, and there was meaning in his look. His eyes burned into
17690 them? People were so queer. She could see at once by his dark eyes and his
17697 story of a haunting sorrow was written on his face. She would have given
17715 real man, crushing her soft body to him, and love her, his ownest girlie,
17725 the altar, carrying things in and out with his eyes cast down. He looked
17726 almost a saint and his confessionbox was so quiet and clean and dark and
17727 his hands were just like white wax and if ever she became a Dominican nun
17777 took his eyes off of her and then Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible
17785 (the cheek of her!) because he had eyes in his head to see the difference
17797 flash of admiration in his eyes that set her tingling in every nerve.
17800 expression in his eyes. He was eying her as a snake eyes its prey. Her
17824 by his conundrum.
17826 So over she went and when he saw her coming she could see him take his
17827 hand out of his pocket, getting nervous, and beginning to play with his
17832 in every line of his distinguishedlooking figure.
17835 right time and Gerty could see him taking out his watch, listening to it
17836 and looking up and clearing his throat and he said he was very sorry his
17841 his waterworks were out of order.
17847 could see the gentleman winding his watch and listening to the works and
17850 whatever he was doing to it and then he put it back and put his hands back
17851 into his pockets. She felt a kind of a sensation rushing all over her and
17864 make herself attractive of course and Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his
17865 cope poking up at his neck and Father Conroy handed him the card to read
17877 Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would never
17889 As for Mr Reggy with his swank and his bit of money she could just
17891 cast as much as a second thought on him and tear his silly postcard
17905 because the sandman was on his way for Master Boardman junior. And
17907 deedaw and baby looked just too ducky, laughing up out of his gleeful
17908 eyes, and Cissy poked him like that out of fun in his wee fat tummy and
17909 baby, without as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all
17910 and sundry on to his brandnew dribbling bib.
17912 --O my! Puddeny pie! protested Ciss. He has his bib destroyed.
17923 Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the Blessed
17924 Sacrament in his hands.
17931 easier than to make a man and soon the lamplighter would be going his
17934 window where Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like she read in that
17956 If she saw that magic lure in his eyes there would be no holding
17958 sacrifice. Her every effort would be to share his thoughts. Dearer than
17959 the whole world would she be to him and gild his days with happiness.
17961 married man or a widower who had lost his wife or some tragedy like the
17983 Father Conroy handed him his hat to put on and crosscat Edy asked wasn't
18002 her pulses tingling. She looked at him a moment, meeting his glance,
18004 silent as the grave, and it had made her his. At last they were left
18007 inflexible honour to his fingertips. His hands and face were working
18013 of his heart, his hoarse breathing, because she knew too about the passion
18021 him draw her face to his and the first quick hot touch of his
18050 chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him to come, to feel his
18114 That gouger M'Coy stopping me to say nothing. And his wife
18127 garters. Us too: the tie he wore, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers.
18129 shirt was shining beneath his what? of jet. Say a woman loses a charm with
18163 than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his
18176 me off. No, I remember. Richie Goulding: he's another. Weighs on his mind.
18184 Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. O Lord, that little
18208 Different with me. Glad to get away from other chap's wife. Eating off his
18214 who. Or ask you what someone was going to say when he changed his
18225 Featherbed mountain. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Lord mayor had his eye
18245 picture of Venus with all his belongings on show. Call that innocence?
18305 That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. And Mrs Breen
18317 fellow's weak point in his wife. Still there's destiny in it, falling in
18328 Other hand a sixfooter with a wifey up to his watchpocket. Long and
18385 John had on his desk the other day. Breath? What you eat and drink gives
18393 Mr Bloom inserted his nose. Hm. Into the. Hm. Opening of his
18415 graveside in the brown macintosh. Corns on his kismet however. Healthy
18438 fluxions. Never have little baby then less he was big strong fight his way
18465 Dillon and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty.
18467 partial to his drop of spirits. Curious she an only child, I an only
18480 Hanging by his heels in the odour of sanctity. Bell scared him out, I
18494 stamp his trademark on everything. Instance, that cat this morning on the
18498 a while ago amethyst. Glass flashing. That's how that wise man what's his
18505 got into the room playing with his shadow on the ceiling. Might be the
18519 papa's father had on his door to touch. That brought us out of the land
18523 gulping salt water, and that's the last of his nibs till the sharks
18533 hour: the hour of folding: hour of tryst. From house to house, giving his
18535 glowworm's lamp at his belt gleaming here and there through the laurel
18543 breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. He lay but opened a red eye
18572 screaming. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his family. Sundown,
18585 his God made him wince. Mistake to hit back. Or? No. Ought to go home and
18592 Imagine that in the early morning at close range. Everyone to his taste as
18616 brought it near his eyes and peered. Letter? No. Can't read. Better go.
18627 Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot. Write
18642 Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand.
18647 He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck.
18667 Bloom with open mouth, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed.
18725 every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his
18781 fared. Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house.
18793 Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his evil sins. Christ's
18802 then had looked. Light swift her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes his word
18805 As her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared.
18812 masspriest to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his limbs. The
18816 Allruthful to have his dear soul in his undeathliness. He heard her sad
18822 forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the last for to
18844 for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a horrible and
18849 he was a man of cautels and a subtile. Also the lady was of his avis and
18851 said thing that was false for his subtility. But the learningknight would
18853 his list and he said how it was a marvellous castle. And the traveller
18863 magic of Mahound out of seasand and the air by a warlock with his breath
18880 Leopold did up his beaver for to pleasure him and took apertly somewhat in
18882 anon full privily he voided the more part in his neighbour glass and his
18901 for he was a passing good man of his lustiness. And sir Leopold
18911 other his fellows Lynch and Madden, scholars of medicine, and the franklin
18919 his avow. And sir Leopold sat with them for he bore fast friendship
18920 to sir Simon and to this his son young Stephen and for that his languor
18936 the mean people believed it otherwise but the law nor his judges did
18955 or wife or maid or leman if it so fortuned him to be delivered of his
18958 he cometh by his horn, the other all this while, pricked forward with
18960 by saint Foutinus his engines that he was able to do any manner
18979 dissembling, as his wont was, that as it was informed him, who had ever
18980 loved the art of physic as might a layman, and agreeing also with his
18989 But sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause he still
18991 and as he was minded of his good lady Marion that had borne him an only
18992 manchild which on his eleventh day on live had died and no man of art
18994 that evil hap and for his burial did him on a fair corselet of lamb's
18997 Leopold that had of his body no manchild for an heir looked upon him his
18998 friend's son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness and
19002 murdered his goods with whores.
19042 Hereupon Punch Costello dinged with his fist upon the board and
19057 thou dykedropt, thou abortion thou, to shut up his drunken drool out
19058 of that like a curse of God ape, the good sir Leopold that had for his
19066 womb, chastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days. Master
19070 it too, waxing merry and toasting to his fathership. But he said very
19073 rehearsed to him his curious rite of wedlock for the disrobing and
19088 indeed to his best remembrance they had but the one doxy between them and
19091 love than this, he said, no man hath that a man lay down his wife for his
19114 Assuefaction minorates atrocities (as Tully saith of his darling Stoics)
19115 and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion.
19128 of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered nor
19131 whoness hath fetched his whenceness.
19146 storm that hist his heart. And Master Lynch bade him have a care to flout
19147 and witwanton as the god self was angered for his hellprate and paganry.
19149 all mark and shrank together and his pitch that was before so haught
19150 uplift was now of a sudden quite plucked down and his heart shook within
19151 the cage of his breast as he tasted the rumour of that storm. Then did
19152 some mock and some jeer and Punch Costello fell hard again to his yale
19155 old Nobodaddy was in his cups it was muchwhat indifferent and he would
19156 not lag behind his lead. But this was only to dye his desperation as cowed
19159 so that Master Madden, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on his ribs
19161 him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was no
19167 for he had in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not by words
19170 could he not have endeavoured to have found again as in his youth the
19211 his arm up and spill their souls for their abuses and their spillings done
19212 by them contrariwise to his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth.
19240 the stage where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay a month yet till
19249 had but was now better, be having dreamed tonight a strange fancy of his
19261 be seen any fair sabbath with a pair of his boys off Bullock harbour
19267 a prophetical charm of the same gist out of the Hindustanish for his
19283 up between his sackpossets much loose gossip. He took his ordinary at a
19285 or a platter of tripes with a bare tester in his purse he could always
19286 bring himself off with his tongue, some randy quip he had from a punk or
19289 or a tale. Faith, no, he says, Frank (that was his name), 'tis all
19295 the chief design of his embassy as he was sharpset. MORT AUX VACHES, says
19298 gentleman too. From a child this Frank had been a donought that his
19299 father, a headborough, who could ill keep him to school to learn his
19301 the mechanics but he took the bit between his teeth like a raw colt and
19302 was more familiar with the justiciary and the parish beadle than with his
19308 has lives and back again with naked pockets as many more to his father the
19310 Mr Leopold with his hands across, that was earnest to know the drift of
19315 Mr Joseph Cuffe, a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for live stock
19329 ring in his nose. True for you, says Mr Vincent cross the table,
19332 cloth of gold and a sweet smoky breath coming out of his nostrils so
19334 followed after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains.
19339 with that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. But the slap and the
19342 day affirm that they would rather any time of the month whisper in his ear
19343 in the dark of a cowhouse or get a lick on the nape from his long holy
19345 fields of all Ireland. Another then put in his word: And they dressed him,
19347 ruffles on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over
19350 so that he could doss and dung to his heart's content. By this time
19353 cozening dames and damsels brought him his fodder in their apronlaps
19354 and as soon as his belly was full he would rear up on his hind uarters
19358 himself (for that was the only colour to his mind) and there was a board
19364 amok over half the countryside rooting up with his horns whatever
19368 kept seven trulls in his house and I'll meddle in his matters,
19371 Dixon, when the lord Harry was cleaning his royal pelt to go to dinner
19378 show. After that, says Mr Vincent, the lord Harry put his head into
19379 a cow's drinkingtrough in the presence of all his courtiers and
19380 pulling it out again told them all his new name. Then, with the water
19382 belonged to his grandmother and bought a grammar of the bulls'
19385 he went out for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it upon
19386 what took his fancy, the side of a rock or a teahouse table or a bale of
19406 whom he had just rencountered, a young gentleman, his name Alec Bannon,
19407 who had late come to town, it being his intention to buy a colour or a
19410 project of his own for the cure of the very evil that had been touched on.
19420 the invitation and, expatiating upon his design, told his hearers that he
19432 at hand to caress, this, he assured them, made his heart weep.
19440 Egypt and to offer his dutiful yeoman services for the fecundation of any
19443 object, he said, nor would he take a penny for his pains. The poorest
19446 would find in him their man. For his nutriment he shewed how he would
19449 recommended for his purpose, both broiled and stewed with a blade of
19452 from his hat a kerchief with which he had shielded it. They both, it
19456 very favourably entertained by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from
19460 it dwelt upon his memory, seemed to him a sound and tasteful support of
19461 his contention: TALIS AC TANTA DEPRAVATIO HUJUS SECULI, O QUIRITES, UT
19464 MAGNOPERE ANTEPONUNT, while for those of ruder wit he drove home his
19468 Valuing himself not a little upon his elegance, being indeed a proper
19469 man of person, this talkative now applied himself to his dress with
19472 advanced. The young gentleman, his friend, overjoyed as he was at a
19474 his nearest neighbour. Mr Mulligan, now perceiving the table, asked for
19477 assistance we could give? Who, upon his offer, thanked him very heartily,
19478 though preserving his proper distance, and replied that he was come
19482 to turn the table, took on to ask of Mr Mulligan himself whether his
19486 For answer Mr Mulligan, in a gale of laughter at his smalls,
19498 having desired his visavis with a polite beck to have the obligingness to pass
19509 Giver of good things. With these words he approached the goblet to his lips,
19510 took a complacent draught of the cordial, slicked his hair and, opening his
19522 these words and, having replaced the locket in his bosom, he wiped his eye
19532 cried, clapping hand to his forehead, tomorrow will be a new day and,
19573 squirmings of his body, how you do tease a body! Drat the man! Bless me,
19578 and begged the company to excuse his retreat as the nurse had just then
19597 would he have received more than his bare deserts had he not abridged his
19605 To revert to Mr Bloom who, after his first entry, had been conscious
19611 such that his intellects resiled from: nor were they scrupulously sensible of
19617 in his skull lent indeed a colour to, so as to put him in thought of that
19621 of a wary ascendancy and self a man of rare forecast, he had enjoined his
19623 the readiest precaution, foster within his breast that plenitude of sufferance
19641 Accordingly he broke his mind to his neighbour, saying that, to
19642 express his notion of the thing, his opinion (who ought not perchance to
19650 with dundrearies, preferring through his nose a request to have word of
19654 out of her. All fell to praising of it, each after his own fashion, though the
19655 same young blade held with his former view that another than her conjugial
19667 But with what fitness, let it be asked of the noble lord, his patron, has
19671 recent war whenever the enemy had a temporary advantage with his
19672 granados did this traitor to his kind not seize that moment to discharge his
19674 the security of his four per cents? Has he forgotten this as he forgets all
19676 at last his own dupe as he is, if report belie him not, his own and his only
19680 his interest not to have done) then be it so. Unhappy woman, she has been
19682 his objurgations with any other feeling than the derision of the desperate.
19683 He says this, a censor of morals, a very pelican in his piety, who did not
19687 hard as with Hagar, the Egyptian! In the question of the grazing lands his
19693 opprobrium in middle life. If he must dispense his balm of Gilead in
19695 of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the doctrines
19699 exponent of morals and healer of ills is at his best an exotic tree which,
19707 the junior medical officer in residence, who in his turn announced to the
19739 human nativity which Aristotle has classified in his masterpiece with
19756 theory of copulation between women and the males of brutes, his authority
19757 being his own avouchment in support of fables such as that of the Minotaur
19759 pages of his Metamorphoses. The impression made by his words was
19776 the recess appeared ... Haines! Which of us did not feel his flesh creep!
19788 the Erse language (he recited some), laudanum (he raised the phial to his
19791 vanished and the panel slid back. An instant later his head appeared
19794 dissipated host. The seer raised his hand to heaven, murmuring:
19799 name was Childs. The black panther was himself the ghost of his own
19802 spider pitches her web in the solitude. The nocturnal rat peers from his
19814 Clanbrassil street to the high school, his booksatchel on him bandolierwise,
19816 same figure, a year or so gone over, in his first hard hat (ah, that was a
19819 his case of bright trinketware (alas! a thing now of the past!) and a
19822 the heart? tell me!) his studied baisemoins. The scent, the smile, but, more
19829 mist. Now he is himself paternal and these about him might be his sons.
19830 Who can say? The wise father knows his own child. He thinks of a
19887 bard, am lord and giver of their life. He encircled his gadding hair
19895 He could not leave his mother an orphan. The young man's face
19896 grew dark. All could see how hard it was for him to be reminded of his
19897 promise and of his recent loss. He would have withdrawn from the feast
19911 a hack canter is still his. But let us bear it as was the ancient wont.
19921 buns with Corinth fruit in them that Periplipomenes sells in his booth
19936 of his may serve me more propensely. He was laying his hand upon
19937 a winejar: Malachi saw it and withheld his act, pointing to the
19965 his own which the other two were as mutually innocent of as the babe
19981 in truth it made. Crotthers was there at the foot of the table in his
19982 striking Highland garb, his face glowing from the briny airs of the Mull
19985 Scotchman was the place assigned to Costello, the eccentric, while at his
19991 board was the young poet who found a refuge from his labours of
20074 morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all his overweening
20087 risk of her own, was the telling rejoinder of his interlocutor, none the less
20101 share her joy, to lay in his arms that mite of God's clay, the fruit of their
20109 bedside, hers and his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert (if he had
20131 circumstances, a vision or a dream, or while timbrel and harp soothe his
20158 glance at whiles towards where his mother watches from the PIAZZETTA
20204 thy fleece is drenched. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his Joan? A
20256 Stimulate the caloric. Winding of his ticker. Stopped short never to go
20261 near the Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yup, sartin I do. Full of a
20282 cove to his gentry mort. Venus Pandemos. LES PETITES FEMMES. Bold bad girl
20303 O, cheese it! Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand. Had the winner
20331 kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his hed 2 night. Crickey, I'm about
20339 Peep at his wearables. By mighty! What's he got? Jubilee mutton. Bovril, by
20341 Richmond? Rawthere! Thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis.
20346 Seen him today at a runefal? Chum o' yourn passed in his checks?
20359 least tholice. Ware hawks for the chap puking. Unwell in his abominable
20373 ballad. Then outspake medical Dick to his comrade medical Davy.
20386 in his back pocket. Just you try it on.
20500 with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his cometobed
20588 side anyhow. Big blaze. Might be his house. Beggar's bush. We're safe. (HE
20653 his sins of the world.
20681 of his father and left the god of his fathers Abraham and Jacob?
20803 THE BAWD: (HER WOLFEYES SHINING) He's getting his pleasure. You won't get
21025 tea merchant, drove past us in a gig with his daughter, Dancer Moses was
21114 club toff. God help his gamekeeper.
21129 polecat. CHACUN SON GOUT. He might be mad. Dogdays. Uncertain in his
21132 LOLLING OUT.) Influence of his surroundings. Give and have done with it.
21172 Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab.
21213 flower in question. It was given me by a man I don't know his name.
21256 one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles. Got his
21328     Wiped his arse in the Daily News.
21351 to his carryings on.
21414 Loosen his boots.
21447 extraction and irresponsible for his actions. Not all there, in fact.
21468 by defendant as if she were his very own daughter. (BLOOM TAKES J. J.
21474 turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his
21476 whitest man I know. He is down on his luck at present owing to the
21477 mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia
21547 his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his fortunate proximity to my
21553 up. He urged me (stating that he felt it his mission in life to urge me) to
21563 Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his
21571 me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to chastise him as he richly
21586 BLOOM: (his eyes closing, quails expectantly) Here? (HE SQUIRMS) Again!
21592 MRS BELLINGHAM: Tan his breech well, the upstart! Write the stars and
21607 of his life. The cat-o'-nine-tails. Geld him. Vivisect him.
21620 (SHE SWISHES HER HUNTINGCROP SAVAGELY IN THE AIR) Take down his trousers
21771 PADDY DIGNAM: Pray for the repose of his soul.
21804 ZOE: Are you looking for someone? He's inside with his friend.
21812 his father, are you?
21986     Saint Stephen's his day
22066 Ladysmith. Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with
22140     Cakes in his pocket for Leo alone.
22317 A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes
22321 Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his nostrils. The stake faggots and
22342 discovered among his ascendants. There are marked symptoms of chronic
22346 his memory and I believe him to be more sinned against than sinning. I
22506 AND HANDS HIM OVER TO THE CIVIL POWER, SAYING) Forgive him his trespasses.
22684 stable to his chief bassoonist about the alrightness of his almightiness.
23038 That is his appropriate sun. Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Chase
23045 Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble. (HE GOBBLES
23069 to his avid suction. Ant milks aphis. (profoundly) Instinct rules the world.
23079 anon. (he snaps his jaws suddenly on the air)
23145 it told me his name? (HIS LAWNMOWER BEGINS TO PURR) Aha, yes. ZOE MOU SAS
23146 AGAPO. Have a notion I was here before. When was it not Atkinson his card
23163 ZOE: There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business
23164 with his coat buttoned up. You needn't try to hide, I says to him. I know
23167 VIRAG: Perfectly logical from his standpoint. Fall of man. (HARSHLY, HIS
23178 Piffpaff! Popo! (HE STOPS, SNEEZES) Pchp! (he worries his butt) Prrrrrht!
23225 centurion, polluted her with his genitories. (HE STICKS OUT A FLICKERING
23300     With manacles and chains around his limbs
23313     To graize his white cabbage
23367 Full of the best liqueurs. And the viceroy was there with his lady. The gas
23441 his winter waistcoat. Near the end, remembering king David and the Sunamite,
23442 he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death. A dog's spittle as you
23678 Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids. Cult of
23701 pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all strongmembered
23773 the price. Fourteen hands high. Touch and examine his points. Handle him.
23801 limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart. Buy a bucket or sell
23810 He shot his bolt, I can tell you! Foot to foot, knee to knee, belly to belly,
23846 Hegarty's armchair, our classic reprints of old masters. A man and his
23884 crick in his neck, and my other ten or eleven husbands, whatever the
23996 excursion? Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?
24154     O, Leopold lost the pin of his drawers
24336 says. Thirsty fox. (HE LAUGHS LOUDLY) Burying his grandmother. Probably he
24401 FATHER DOLAN: Any boy want flogging? Broke his glasses? Lazy idle little
24456 years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. (HE WINCES) Hurt my hand
24573 chokit his Thursdaymornun. Iagogogo!
24580 taken next the skin after his death ...
24618 the house of Lambert. And Noah was drunk with wine. And his ark was
25098 A WHORE: He tore his coat.
25256 POINTS HIS FINGER) I'm not afraid of what I can talk to if I see his eye.
25426 He wants my money and my life, though want must be his master, for some
25427 brutish empire of his. Money I haven't. (HE SEARCHES HIS POCKETS VAGUELY)
25645 his girl? He gave him the coward's blow.
25672 Constable, take his regimental number.
25682 FIRST WATCH: (TAKES OUT HIS NOTEBOOK) What's his name?
25750 race. Drowning his grief. And were on for a go with the jolly girls.
25783 BLOOM: No, no, no. I have his money and his hat here and stick.
25848 BLOOM: (COMMUNES WITH THE NIGHT) Face reminds me of his poor mother. In the
25877 bit unsteady and on his expressed desire for some beverage to drink Mr
25891 brushing, in spite of his having forgotten to take up his rather soapsuddy
25902 kind of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his head, twice.
25909 by the circumstance that one of the back buttons of his trousers had, to vary
25917 the elder man recounted to his companion A PROPOS of the incident his own
25926 associated with Baird's the stonecutter's in his mind somehow in Talbot
25927 place, first turning on the right, while the other who was acting as his fidus
25934 En route to his taciturn and, not to put too fine a point on it, not yet
25936 possession of his faculties, never more so, in fact disgustingly sober, spoke
25940 fellows of his age particularly if they had acquired drinking habits under
25943 as even a fellow on the broad of his back could administer a nasty kick if
25978 by all his pubhunting confreres but one, a most glaring piece of ratting on
25979 the part of his brother medicos under all the circs.
25987 attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Stephen of his own accord stopped
25993 he recognised in the sentry a quondam friend of his father's, Gumley. To
26005 as he always believed in minding his own business moved off but
26021 redolent of rotten cornjuice. Lord John Corley some called him and his
26062 do with Stephen being fired out of his digs for bringing in a bloody tart off
26074 paid his screw after every middle of the month on the sixteenth which was
26078 to do but hand out the needful. Whereas. He put his hand in a pocket
26082 his chagrin, he found his cash missing. A few broken biscuits were all the
26083 result of his investigation. He tried his hardest to recollect for the moment
26119 having a quiet forty winks for all intents and purposes on his own private
26125 observation he also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy
26127 was one of his hangerson but for the matter of that it was merely a question
26128 of one preying on his nextdoor neighbour all round, in every deep, so to put
26136 his practised eye, was not without perceiving that he had succumbed to the
26140 --He is down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named
26150 his face was familiar to me. But, leaving that for the moment, how much did
26158 does. Everyone according to his needs or everyone according to his deeds.
26180 tourist friend of his, who eventually euchred their third companion, were
26185 as it was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his
26186 family hearth the last time he saw it with his sister Dilly sitting by the
26199 knows which side his bread is buttered on though in all probability he never
26207 rapidly coming to the fore in his line and, if the report was verified, bade
26209 medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his services in addition to
26210 which professional status his rescue of that man from certain drowning by
26264 Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order
26269 appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the floor. Mr
26272 quandary over voglio, remarked to his protege in an audible tone of voice a
26280 Stephen, who was trying his dead best to yawn if he could, suffering
26292 a retreat to his counter, Mr Bloom determining to have a good square look
26294 Stephen to proceed with his eyes while he did the honours by surreptitiously
26305 The redbearded sailor who had his weather eye on the newcomers
26311 Just in the nick of time Mr Bloom touched his companion's boot but
26335 sailor of his own accord turned to the other occupants of the shelter with
26338 --I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his
26341 Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional stammer and his
26342 gestures being also clumsy as it was still he did his best to explain.
26345 his gun over his shoulder. Aims.
26347 He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye completely. Then
26348 he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the night
26389 Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene, the
26397 face at the window! Judge of his astonishment when he finally did breast
26398 the tape and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half,
26399 wrecked in his affections. You little expected me but I've come to stay
26415 of plug from his good jacket hanging on a nail and the desired object was
26420 He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing and with some slow
26428 pocket and handed to his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded
26444 --Why, the sailor said, shifting his partially chewed plug. I seen queer
26448 He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and, lodging it between his
26454 He fumbled out a picture postcard from his inside pocket which
26487 discrepancy between his name (assuming he was the person he represented
26496 which was his longest. Martin Cunningham frequently said he would work
26517 Irish caste, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his own legal
26575 globetrotter went on, adhering to his adventures.
26577 --And I seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Knife in his back.
26581 keeping with his character and held it in the striking position.
26585 God, says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.
26590 --That's a good bit of steel, repeated he, examining his formidable stiletto.
26594 his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.
26602 bliss Mr B. and Stephen, each in his own particular way, both instinctively
26605 turning a hair, was drawing spurts of liquid from his boiler affair. His
26631 shook his head with a sort of lazy scorn.
26669 rounding which he once with his daughter had experienced some remarkably
26674 valet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I've on me and he gave me
26676 I hate roaming about. There's my son now, Danny, run off to sea and his
26688 The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean
26689 anyhow shirt with his two hands and scratched away at his chest on which
26697 Seeing they were all looking at his chest he accommodatingly dragged
26698 his shirt more open so that on top of the timehonoured symbol of the
26709 Someway in his. Squeezing or.
26712 there he is now, he added, the same fellow, pulling the skin with his
26720 --Ay, ay, sighed the sailor, looking down on his manly chest. He's gone
26736 And then he added with rather gallowsbird humour considering his
26752 the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.) and begged the chance of his
26754 washing. Still candour compelled him to admit he had washed his wife's
26770 can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in his sober senses, if he
26771 values his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of course I suppose
26775 Stephen had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, merely
26809 mystical finesse involved was a bit out of his sublunary depth still he felt
26816 before his time Galileo was the man, I mean, and the same applies to the
26828 --Has been? the more experienced of the two objected, sticking to his
26840 --Couldn't, Stephen contrived to get out, his mental organs for the moment
26850 other hand he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife,
26867 --Still it's solid food, his good genius urged, I'm a stickler for solid food,
26868 his one and only reason being not gormandising in the least but regular
26881 remarked to his confidante sotto voce. Do you think they are genuine? He
26885 Yet still though his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full
26889 off his chest being strictly accurate gospel.
26894 was something spurious in the cut of his jib that suggested a jail delivery
26897 even have done for his man supposing it was his own case he told, as people
26899 his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say nothing of the
26901 who sprang from the pen of our national poet) who expiated his crimes in
26915 them because the muscles here, you see, he proceeded, indicating on his
26921 However reverting to friend Sinbad and his horrifying adventures
26924 management in the Flying Dutchman, a stupendous success, and his host of
26970 collisions with icebergs, all that sort of thing. Shipahoy of course had his
26986 Her master, the Mona's, said he was afraid his collision bulkhead would
26990 him to unfurl a reef the sailor vacated his seat.
26992 --Let me cross your bows mate, he said to his neighbour who was just
26997 bore due left. While he was in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom who
26999 sticking one out of each pocket for the private consumption of his burning
27001 its nozz1e to his lips, take a good old delectable swig out of it with a
27005 purposes, could by straining just perceive him, when duly refreshed by his
27007 rather out of his depth as of course it was all radically altered since his
27012 hand, the noise of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on
27015 disturbed in his sentrybox by the brazier of live coke the watcher of the
27020 and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in to the arms of
27023 comforts all his life who came in for a cool 100 pounds a year at one time
27025 drakes of. And there he was at the end of his tether after having often
27029 himself of his particular partiality.
27046 --Am I right, skipper? he queried of the sailor, now returning after his
27047 private potation and the rest of his exertions.
27053 being in his fist while he did the drinking and making water jobs and found
27054 it a bit sour after the liquid fire in question. Anyhow in he rolled after his
27065 scene and regaining his seat he sank rather than sat heavily on the form
27067 grind, was airing his grievances in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the
27069 his lengthy dissertation as the richest country bar none on the face of God's
27086 Greek hero, a point his auditors at once seized as he completely gripped
27087 their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his boot. His advice to
27092 Silence all round marked the termination of his finale. The
27100 concurred but nevertheless held to his main view.
27112 While allowing him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper
27113 added he cared nothing for any empire, ours or his, and considered no
27114 Irishman worthy of his salt that served it. Then they began to have a few
27146 criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his bosom in any shape
27149 brandished a knife, cold steel, with the courage of his political convictions
27154 pair watched), inflicted fatal injuries on his adored one as a result of an
27155 alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, until it just
27162 some legal luminary saved his skin on. In any case that was very ancient
27166 transparently outlived his welcome. He ought to have either died naturally
27171 Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some l s d. in the course of his perambulations
27185 least told him his God, I mean Christ, was a jew too and all his family like
27201 eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name is or after all any other,
27225 All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad
27259 Over his untastable apology for a cup of coffee, listening to this
27270 who owned them pro tem. observed or rather his voice speaking did, all
27295 Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated and shoved aside his mug
27303 clearer than the other part. Needless to say the fumes of his recent orgy
27304 spoke then with some asperity in a curious bitter way foreign to his sober
27315 means, with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto
27338 filip to acts of impropriety between the two, she unbuttoned his and then he
27345 For which and further reasons he felt it was his interest and duty even
27363 as luck would have it, beside his elbow and as he was just puzzling again,
27366 find the captain's age, his eyes went aimlessly over the respective captions
27367 which came under his special province the allembracing give us this day our
27381 Patrick Dignam were removed from his residence, no 9 Newbridge Avenue,
27385 most popular and genial personality in city life and his demise after a brief
27402 total absence (to say nothing of M'Intosh) L. Boom pointed it out to his
27406 --Is that first epistle to the Hebrews, he asked as soon as his bottom jaw
27411 no possible connection) overjoyed to set his mind at rest and a bit
27415 nonce his new misnomer) whiled away a few odd leisure moments in fits
27416 and starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page three, his
27430 Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a tangent in his impetuosity to get
27433 himself on his pick, the forlorn hope. Guesswork it reduced itself to
27444 after committee room no 15 until he was his old self again with no-one to
27446 their marrowbones to him to come back when he had recovered his senses.
27448 over was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer general.
27456 inadvisable, all things considered. Something evidently riled them in his
27457 death. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his
27459 whether it transpired he owed his death to his having neglected to change
27460 his boots and clothes-after a wetting when a cold resulted and failing to
27461 consult a specialist he being confined to his room till he eventually died of
27464 nobody being acquainted with his movements even before there was
27465 absolutely no clue as to his whereabouts which were decidedly of the Alice,
27466 where art thou order even prior to his starting to go under several aliases
27469 his mind as a born leader of men which undoubtedly he was and a
27470 commanding figure, a sixfooter or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his
27474 feet of clay, and then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen rounding on him
27480 his silk hat when it was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he
27481 undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little
27488 was the boat's name to the best of his recollection he, the heir, went down in
27498 commented. She put the first nail in his coffin.
27507 fair amount of laughter among his entourage. As regards Bloom he,
27516 resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the thing was public
27541 other) in his own peculiar way which she of course, woman, quickly
27542 perceived as highly likely to carve his way to fame which he almost bid fair
27543 to do till the priests and ministers of the gospel as a whole, his erstwhile
27544 staunch adherents, and his beloved evicted tenants for whom he had done
27547 effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of fire on
27548 his head much in the same way as the fabled ass's kick. Looking back now
27573 Carefully avoiding a book in his pocket Sweets of, which reminded
27574 him by the by of that Cap l street library book out of date, he took out his
27596 Beside the young man he looked also at the photo of the lady now his 1440
27604 on certain opulent curves of the. He dwelt, being a bit of an artist in his
27629 she told me came into his mind but merely as a passing fancy of his because
27656 historic fracas when the fallen leader's, who notoriously stuck to his guns to
27676 and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the time all
27679 else, what's bred in the bone instilled into him in infancy at his mother's
27686 in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the
27699 promising to sever the connection and not receive his visits any more if only
27715 brains as his neighbour obviously was, should waste his valuable time with
27716 profligate women who might present him with a nice dose to last him his
27728 was really too bad at his age. The queer suddenly things he popped out with
27729 attracted the elder man who was several years the other's senior or like his
27747 train of thought. At his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of
27753 without saying, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to
27757 his mistake, he was subsequently partially cured of) and even was twitted
27763 repeated, departed from his customary habit to give him (metaphorically)
27776 hurt his hand too) to Ontario Terrace as he very distinctly remembered,
27786 he would allow him to help to put coin in his way or some wardrobe, if
27794 the spot, didn't appear in any particular hurry to wend his way home to his
27804 remarks passim. At the same time he inwardly chuckled over his gentle
27805 repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his god being a jew. People
27823 All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his (B's) busy brain,
27828 course, to tell the world and his wife from the housetops about it, and a
27830 he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which it was quite on the cards
27848 which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears.
27854 bit of a literary cove in his own small way, staring out of seagreen portholes
27871 to rise from his seat so as not to outstay their welcome having first and
27872 foremost, being as good as his word that he would foot the bill for the
27902 time apologetic to get on his companion's right, a habit of his, by the bye,
27903 his right side being, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles. The night air
27905 his pins.
27911 Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's right and led him on
27932 the Gloria in that being, to his mind, the acme of first class music as such,
27936 and I will live thy protestant to be. He also yielded to none in his
27938 immortal numbers, in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a
27982 taildangler, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord
27983 of his creation sat on the perch, busy with his thoughts. But such a good
27990 ship of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his hump. Nine tenths of
27992 the bees. Whale with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his
27994 These timely reflections anent the brutes of the field occupied his mind
28003 image of his mother, which was not quite the same as the usual handsome
28007 Still, supposing he had his father's gift as he more than suspected, it
28008 opened up new vistas in his mind such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries,
28032 titled people where with his university degree of B. A. (a huge ad in its way)
28035 also could be utilised for the purpose and other requisites, if his clothes
28036 were properly attended to so as to the better worm his way into their good
28046 sneezed at, going hand in hand with his tuition fees. Not, he parenthesised,
28050 mentally it contained no reflection on his dignity in the smallest and it
28058 with all the cards in his hand and he had a capital opening to make a name
28065 the other by one iota as, being his own master, he would have heaps of time
28066 to practise literature in his spare moments when desirous of so doing
28067 without its clashing with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory
28069 his feet and that was the very reason why the other, possessed of a
28073 purposed (Bloom did), without anyway prying into his private affairs on the
28074 fools step in where angels principle, advising him to sever his connection
28081 The horse having reached the end of his tether, so to speak, halted
28082 and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added his quota by letting fall on
28085 mired. And humanely his driver waited till he (or she) had ended, patient in
28086 his scythed car.
28096 watched the two figures, as he sat on his lowbacked car, both black, one
28103 possibly hear because they were too far simply sat in his seat near the end of
28174 Tweedy and his daughter Miss Marion Tweedy, together and separately on
28177 parlour of his (Bloom's) house in Lombard street, west.
28195 Eccles street, he inserted his hand mechanically into the back pocket of
28196 his trousers to obtain his latchkey.
28215 A stratagem. Resting his feet on the dwarf wall, he climbed over the area
28216 railings, compressed his hat on his head, grasped two points at the lower
28217 union of rails and stiles, lowered his body gradually by its length of
28219 area pavement and allowed his body to move freely in space by separating
28225 By his body's known weight of eleven stone and four pounds in avoirdupois
28249 candle of 1 CP, a man removing in turn each of his two boots, a man
28254 After a lapse of four minutes the glimmer of his candle was discernible
28257 doorway the man reappeared without his hat, with his candle.
28259 Did Stephen obey his sign?
28284 Kildare: of his father, Simon Dedalus, in an unfurnished room of his first
28285 residence in Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street: of his godmother
28287 Usher's Island: of his aunt Sara, wife of Richie (Richard) Goulding, in the
28288 kitchen of their lodgings at 62 Clanbrassil street: of his mother Mary, wife
28292 Stephen's Green, north: of his sister Dilly (Delia) in his father's house in
28295 What did Stephen see on raising his gaze to the height of a yard from the
28393 To wash his soiled hands with a partially consumed tablet of Barrington's
28402 submersion in cold water, (his last bath having taken place in the month
28421 Which seemed to the host to be the predominant qualities of his guest?
28469 Because of the surety of the sense of touch in his firm full masculine
28472 What quality did it (his hand) possess but with what counteracting
28504 What attracted his attention lying on the apron of the dresser?
28509 What reminiscences temporarily corrugated his brow?
28521 outside Graham Lemon's when a dark man had placed in his hand a
28529 11 Leinster street, with the light of inspiration shining in his countenance
28530 and bearing in his arms the secret of the race, graven in the language of
28532 What qualifying considerations allayed his perturbations?
28559 What supererogatory marks of special hospitality did the host show his
28562 Relinquishing his symposiarchal right to the moustache cup of imitation
28563 Crown Derby presented to him by his only daughter, Millicent (Milly), he
28564 substituted a cup identical with that of his guest and served extraordinarily
28565 to his guest and, in reduced measure, to himself the viscous cream
28566 ordinarily reserved for the breakfast of his wife Marion (Molly).
28571 His attention was directed to them by his host jocosely, and he accepted
28583 side of his guest's jacket. A gift to his guest of one of the four
28589 flow of heat was conducted, three sips to his opponent's one, six to two,
28592 What cerebration accompanied his frequentative act?
28594 Concluding by inspection but erroneously that his silent companion was
28606 What lines concluded his first piece of original verse written by him,
28623 Did he find four separating forces between his temporary guest and him?
28627 What anagrams had he made on his name in youth?
28634 What acrostic upon the abbreviation of his first name had he (kinetic poet)
28710 Stephen being then of the age of 5 and reluctant to give his hand in
28739 for a certain time scanning through his onelensed binocular fieldglasses
28745 Why could he then support that his vigil with the greater equanimity?
28773 Had any special agility been his in earlier youth?
28775 Though ringweight lifting had been beyond his strength and the full circle
28776 gyration beyond his courage yet as a High school scholar he had excelled in
28777 his stable and protracted execution of the half lever movement on the
28778 parallel bars in consequence of his abnormally developed abdominal
28823 Because of his fluctuating incertitude as to whether this observation had
28829 What proofs did Bloom adduce to prove that his tendency was towards
28833 state of supine repletion to aid digestion, stimulated by his appreciation
28848 What also stimulated him in his cogitations?
28851 the former by his 1d bazaar at 42 George's street, south, the latter at
28852 his 6Ƥ shop and world's fancy fair and waxwork exhibition at 30 Henry
28907 hurries out. He comes from his dark corner. He seizes solitary paper. He
28934 Did he depict the scene verbally for his guest to see?
28961 engaged his mind?
28965 What had been his hypothetical singular solutions?
28981 What instances of deficient mental development in his wife inclined him in
29027 Accepting the analogy implied in his guest's parable which examples of
29114 Did the guest comply with his host's request?
29116 Doubly, by appending his signature in Irish and Roman characters.
29145 Did the host encourage his guest to chant in a modulated voice a strange
29155 Little Harry Hughes and his schoolfellows all
29187 And cut off  his little head.
29188 And now he'll play his ball no more
29199 twice by design he challenges his destiny. It comes when he is abandoned
29225 From hypnotic suggestion: once, waking, he had not recognised his
29228 sleeping, his body had risen, crouched and crawled in the direction of a
29234 of his family?
29236 Twice, in Holles street and in Ontario terrace, his daughter Millicent
29246 her moneybox: counted his three free moneypenny buttons, one, tloo, tlee:
29274 A temporary departure of his cat.
29319 She remembered: on the 27th anniversary of his birth she presented to him a
29322 made by him not for her she showed herself attentive to his necessities,
29323 anticipating his desires. She admired: a natural phenomenon having been
29325 without gradual acquisition a fraction of his science, the moiety, the
29333 above the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the sleeping apartment of his
29350 To what inconsequent polysyllabic question of his host did the guest return
29359 A statement explanatory of his absence on the occasion of the interment of
29394 an exhilarated audience that he (Bloom) was his (the clown's) papa. The
29436 Did Stephen participate in his dejection?
29438 He affirmed his significance as a conscious rational animal proceeding
29447 What comforted his misapprehension?
29473 Bloom set the candlestick on the floor. Stephen put the hat on his head.
29485 With what meditations did Bloom accompany his demonstration to his
29638 In the second storey (rere) of his (Bloom's) house the light of a paraffin oil
29643 How did he elucidate the mystery of an invisible attractive person, his wife
29665 bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who in his ultimate year at High
29763 diurnal phenomenon, seated on a wall, his gaze turned in the direction of
29780 What suddenly arrested his ingress?
29782 The right temporal lobe of the hollow sphere of his cranium came into
29795 of which had momentarily arrested his ingress) had been moved from its
29829 With strain, elevating a candlestick: with pain, feeling on his right temple a
29830 contused tumescence: with attention, focussing his gaze on a large dull
29842 tin plate, placed his candlestick on the right corner of the mantelpiece,
29843 produced from his waistcoat a folded page of prospectus (illustrated)
29874 What composite asymmetrical image in the mirror then attracted his
29884 Yet that man's father was his grandfather's son.
29888 From infancy to maturity he had resembled his maternal procreatrix. From
29889 maturity to senility he would increasingly resemble his paternal
29948 to his worthy friend Charles Cox, efquire, Member of Parliament for the
29956 What reflections occupied his mind during the process of reversion of the
29981 What caused him consolation in his sitting posture?
29987 What caused him irritation in his sitting posture?
29994 He removed his collar, with contained black necktie and collapsible stud,
29995 from his neck to a position on the left of the table. He unbuttoned
30011 imprecisely with his right hand, though insensible of prurition, various
30012 points and surfaces of his partly exposed, wholly abluted skin. He inserted
30013 his left hand into the left lower pocket of his waistcoat and extracted and
30051 Sensible of a benignant persistent ache in his footsoles he extended his foot
30055 and loosened the laces, took off each of his two boots for the second time,
30057 the nail of his great toe had again effracted, raised his right foot and,
30058 having unhooked a purple elastic sock suspender, took off his right sock,
30059 placed his unclothed right foot on the margin of the seat of his chair, picked
30061 part lacerated to his nostrils and inhaled the odour of the quick, then, with
30198 What would be his civic functions and social status among the county
30202 gardener, groundsman, cultivator, breeder, and at the zenith of his career,
30218 power in the land, actuated by an innate love of rectitude his aims would be
30230 Prove that he had loved rectitude from his earliest youth.
30232 To Master Percy Apjohn at High School in 1880 he had divulged his
30233 disbelief in the tenets of the Irish (protestant) church (to which his father
30237 catholicism at the epoch of and with a view to his matrimony in 1888. To
30243 had publicly expressed his adherence to the collective and national
30249 of his political convictions, had climbed up into a secure position amid the
30374 It was one of his axioms that similar meditations or the automatic relation
30392 What were habitually his final meditations?
30483 The reflection that, apart from the letter in question, his magnetic face,
30522 An indistinct daguerreotype of Rudolf Virag and his father Leopold Virag
30564 Rudolph Bloom (deceased) narrated to his son Leopold Bloom (aged 6) a
30567 statements of satisfaction (his grandfather having seen Maria Theresia,
30584 Occasionally he ate without having previously removed his hat.
30586 inclined plate. Occasionally he removed from his lips the traces of food by
30691 5 pounds reward, lost, stolen or strayed from his residence 7 Eccles street,
30698 information leading to his discovery.
30700 What universal binomial denominations would be his as entity and
30705 What tributes his?
30712 Ever he would wander, selfcompelled, to the extreme limit of his cometary
30832 He deposited the articles of clothing on a chair, removed his remaining
30834 folded long white nightshirt, inserted his head and arms into the proper
30840 With circumspection, as invariably when entering an abode (his own or not
30841 his own): with solicitude, the snakespiral springs of the mattress being
30848 What did his limbs, when gradually extended, encounter?
30851 female, hers, the imprint of a human form, male, not his, some crumbs,
30864 Assuming Mulvey to be the first term of his series, Penrose, Bartell
30875 What were his reflections concerning the last member of this series and late
30878 Reflections on his vigour (a bounder), corporal proportion (a billsticker),
30890 With what antagonistic sentiments were his subsequent reflections affected?
30925 with his, her and their natured natures, of dissimilar similarity. As not so
30960 incertitude, justify to himself his sentiments?
31033 Which event or person emerged as the salient point of his narration?
31120 Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his
31122 used to be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his highness to
31143 if his nose bleeds youd think it was O tragic and that dyinglooking one off
31144 the south circular when he sprained his foot at the choir party at the
31149 though he looked more like a man with his beard a bit grown in the bed
31150 father was the same besides I hate bandaging and dosing when he cut his
31151 toe with the razor paring his corns afraid hed get bloodpoisoning but if it
31154 Im sure by his appetite anyway love its not or hed be off his feed thinking of
31162 and his boiled eyes of all the big stupoes I ever met and thats called a
31170 all men get a bit like that at his age especially getting on to forty he is
31178 long hair on his coat without that one when I went into the kitchen
31180 all his fault of course ruining servants then proposing that she could eat at
31198 my hand there steals another I just pressed the back of his like that with my
31214 who is it tell me his name who tell me who the german Emperor is it yes
31216 what he never will he ought to give it up now at this age of his life simply
31224 take me sometime when hes there and kiss me in his arms theres nothing
31234 would he Id say by the bullneck in his horsecollar I wonder did he know me
31235 in the box I could see his face he couldnt see mine of course hed never turn
31236 or let on still his eyes were red when his father died theyre lost for a woman
31238 embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of incense off him like the
31241 was he satisfied with me one thing I didnt like his slapping me behind going
31243 I I suppose he was thinking of his fathers I wonder is he awake thinking of
31264 whatever the dickens they call it was going to burst though his nose is not
31272 out of you with that determined vicious look in his eye I had to halfshut my
31301 hear his voice talking when the room was crowded and watch him after that
31314 was and make a declaration to her with his plabbery kind of a manner like
31325 that putting it on thick when hes there they know by his sly eye blinking a
31341 was it she told me O yes that sometimes he used to go to bed with his
31345 always wipes his feet on the mat when he comes in wet or shine and always
31346 blacks his own boots too and he always takes off his hat when he comes up
31347 in the street like then and now hes going about in his slippers to look for
31349 simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take his boots
31353 and he knows that too at the bottom of his heart take that Mrs Maybrick
31359 without us white Arsenic she put in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I wonder
31368 ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw him looking with his two
31376 his eyes on my feet going out through the turning door he was looking
31391 think I saw his face before somewhere I noticed him when I was tasting the
31395 part which is my brown part he was pretty hot for all his tinny voice too my
31397 he used his mouth singing then he said wasnt it terrible to do that there in a
31407 keep it as if I forgot it to think of me when I saw him slip it into his
31415 Zingari colours to show off his complexion and the brown hat looking
31419 are you going I could feel him coming along skulking after me his eyes on
31423 too cold for the rain anything for an excuse to put his hand anear me
31425 off my doll to carry about in his waistcoat pocket O Maria Santisima he did
31429 down in the wet if I didnt so persevering he would too and ruin his new
31431 savage for it if anyone was passing so I lifted them a bit and touched his
31436 time for his dinner he told me to say I left my purse in the butchers and had
31438 words in it how could he have the face to any woman after his company
31457 professor I had to say Im a fright yes but he was a real old gent in his way
31462 when I knew his tattarrattat at the door he must have been a bit late because
31469 his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt be pleasant if he did suppose our
31483 gets a thing into his head a good job he was able to open the carriage door
31484 with his knife or theyd have taken us on to Cork I suppose that was done
31503 lately or whatever they call themselves talking his usual trash and nonsense
31522 Tugela his father made his money over selling the horses for the cavalry
31534 scrooching down on me like that all the time with his big hipbones hes
31535 heavy too with his hairy chest for this heat always having to lie down for
31538 as far as ever she could and he so quiet and mild with his tingating cither
31541 certainly well off I know by the cut his clothes have and his heavy watch but
31547 over the featherbed mountain after the lord Mayor looking at me with his
31571 pancake he makes his money easy Larry they call him the old mangy parcel
31573 as claret that he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear hed
31621 planted the tree he planted more than that in his time he might have planted
31640 by his advices every blessed hat I put on does that suit me yes take that
31651 first time after him being insulted and me being supposed to be his wife I
31661 beautiful of course compared with what a man looks like with his two bags
31662 full and his other thing hanging down out of him or sticking up at you like
31666 passing pretending he was pissing standing out for me to see it with his
31687 burns the bottom out of the pan all for his Kidney this one not so much
31688 theres the mark of his teeth still where he tried to bite the nipple I had to
31694 my face that was his studenting hurt me they used to weaning her till he got
31702 their mouth all the pleasure those men get out of a woman I can feel his
31706 his finger I was coming for about 5 minutes with my legs round him I had
31744 fond of me when he held down the wire with his foot for me to step over at
31753 heard of such a thing in all my life yes he used to break his heart at me
31767 recognised myself the change he was attractive to a girl in spite of his being
31780 nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me besides him and his fooling
31798 me waiting nor speeeed his flying feet their damn guns bursting and
31808 warden marching with his keys to lock the gates and the bagpipes and only
31811 everytime they went out drunken old devil with his grog on the windowsill
31812 catch him leaving any of it picking his nose trying to think of some other
31814 there sending me out of the room on some blind excuse paying his
31819 with my nails listening to that old Arab with the one eye and his heass of an
31820 instrument singing his heah heah aheah all my compriments on your
31832 bugger trying to swindle me with the wrong bill he took out of his hat what
31834 a poor man today and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some
31836 only his letter and the card from Milly this morning see she wrote a letter to
31854 loveletter his wasnt much and I told him he could write what he liked yours
31882 for his Majestad an admirer he signed it I near jumped out of my skin I
31891 meant till he put his tongue in my mouth his mouth was sweetlike young I
31919 open for his last day transparent kind of shirt he had I could see his chest
31920 pink he wanted to touch mine with his for a moment but I wouldnt lee him
31933 dog in the hotel rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes shut and a bird flying
31936 his out and drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it theyre all Buttons
31938 what was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it yes I think a lieutenant he
31944 said firtree cove he would if he came up behind me and put his hands over
31955 fire his pistol he said he hadnt one he didnt know what to make of me with
31956 his peak cap on that he always wore crooked as often as I settled it straight
31957 H M S Calypso swinging my hat that old Bishop that spoke off the altar his
31993 moustache that was Gardner yes I can see his face cleanshaven
32010 so English all father left me in spite of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and
32026 by himself with his cold feet on me give us room even to let a fart God or do
32050 starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and Findon haddy and hot
32052 pumping the wrong end of the spoon up and down in his egg wherever he
32079 floods in through the bottom and his oar slipping out of the stirrup its a
32081 danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in his flannel trousers Id like to have
32090 nickname going about with his tube from one woman to another I couldnt
32102 suggested go and ruin himself altogether the way his father did down in
32110 know what old beggar at the door for a crust with his long story might be a
32111 tramp and put his foot in the way to prevent me shutting it like that picture
32114 his poor wife or mother or whoever she is such a face youd run miles away
32120 sure I heard burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a
32122 frightened out of his wits making as much noise as he possibly could for the
32125 down there to learn to take photographs on account of his grandfather
32139 to understand sly of course that comes from his side of the house he cant say
32176 myself afterwards it must be real love if a man gives up his life for her that
32181 theyre usually a bit foolish in the head his father must have been a bit queer
32198 that myself they darent order me about the place its his fault of course
32206 window to let out the smell bringing in his friends to entertain them like the
32208 especially Simon Dedalus son his father such a criticiser with his glasses up
32209 with his tall hat on him at the cricket match and a great big hole in his sock
32210 one thing laughing at the other and his son that got all those prizes for
32213 in his grand funeral trousers as if the one nature gave wasnt enough for
32214 anybody hawking him down into the dirty old kitchen now is he right in his
32234 of fashion staring down at me with his glasses and him the other side of me
32235 talking about Spinoza and his soul thats dead I suppose millions of years
32256 on me Id give anything to see his face wheres the chamber gone easy Ive a
32258 I too heavy sitting on his knee I made him sit on the easychair purposely
32282 his wrinkly old face for him with all my compriments I suppose hed know
32291 with his shortsighted eyes on me cocked sideways I wouldnt trust him too
32293 sat down to write the thing out frowning so severe his nose intelligent like
32296 him and his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connected with
32307 Parliament O wasnt I the born fool to believe all his blather about home
32313 running into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his hands to wash it off
32320 he doesnt kick or he might knock out all my teeth breathing with his hand
32321 on his nose like that Indian god he took me to show one wet Sunday in the
32322 museum in Kildare street all yellow in a pinafore lying on his side on his
32323 hand with his ten toes sticking out that he said was a bigger religion than
32326 too with his big square feet up in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing
32329 somewhere still she must have given him great value for his money of course
32338 goes about whistling every time were on the run again his huguenots or the
32343 getting on right something happens or he puts his big foot in it Thoms and
32345 over his old lottery tickets that was to be all our salvations or he goes and
32354 him Ill knock him off that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at his shirt
32355 to see or Ill see if he has that French letter still in his pocketbook I
32360 in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever his name is
32371 his own pleasure his tongue is too flat or I dont know what he forgets that
32379 the childs bonnet on the top of his nob let us into by the back way he was
32380 throwing his sheeps eyes at those two doing skirt duty up and down I tried
32381 to wink at him first no use of course and thats the way his money goes this
32386 barrelly man that bit his tongue off falling down the mens W C drunk in
32394 of course his wife is always sick or going to be sick or just getting better
32397 again into their clutches if I can help it making fun of him then behind his
32398 back I know well when he goes on with his idiotics because he has sense
32400 looks after his wife and family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the
32401 same Im sorry in a way for him what are his wife and 5 children going to
32408 them and grinning all over his big Dolly face like a wellwhipped childs
32411 see him trotting off in his trowlers and Simon Dedalus too he was always
32413 was one of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the hawthorn bough he was
32422 sort is his son he says hes an author and going to be a university professor
32427 to the Kingsbridge station with his father and mother I was in mourning
32432 time he was an innocent boy then and a darling little fellow in his lord
32443 hanging into his eyes or standing up like a red Indian what do they go
32446 Byron and not an ounce of it in his composition I thought he was quite
32471 at him all day long curly head and his shoulders his finger up for you to
32473 all over also his lovely young cock there so simple I wouldnt mind taking
32475 clean and white he looks with his boyish face I would too in 1/2 a minute
32489 nothing in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom because I
32492 pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so barefaced
32495 hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course hes right enough in his
32507 puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be
32527 nobody understands his cracked ideas but me still of course a woman wants
32542 match of course it was for me he gave it I knew him by his gaiters and the
32544 after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home to his
32551 dont know and Im to be slooching around down in the kitchen to get his
32552 lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a mummy will I indeed did
32563 night away from his books and studies and not living at home on account of
32574 and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive ruining
32599 him in his breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on
32605 knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife or pretend we
32609 room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room he could do his
32625 his eggs and tea in the moustachecup she gave him to make his mouth
32629 my best shift and drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make his
32630 micky stand for him Ill let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is
32632 or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of his spunk on the clean sheet I
32636 serve him right its all his own fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in
32641 drag open my drawers and bulge it right out in his face as large as life he
32642 can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole as hes there my brown part then Ill
32646 for myself and write his name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he
32658 then Ill wipe him off me just like a business his omission then Ill go out Ill
32663 their sleep except an odd priest or two for his night office or the alarmclock
32696 Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to
32700 flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and
32709 his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in
32720 the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O
32731 all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will