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370 ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He
379 Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced
393 He added in a preacher's tone:
399 He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then
407 He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher,
414 He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,
427 He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried:
441 --God, isn't he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He thinks
444 have the real Oxford manner. He can't make you out. O, my name for you
447 He shaved warily over his chin.
449 --He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. Where is
459 Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped
464 He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's
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
510 He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.
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
551 you have g.p.i. He's up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman. General
554 He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad
586 Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The
590 and touch him for a guinea. He's stinking with money and thinks you're
632 He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his
660 He shook his constraint from him nervously.
675 He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping
688 He walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post,
699 He turned towards Stephen and said:
789 --I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch
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,
839 He howled, without looking up from the fire:
876 He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three
899 He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread,
906 He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his
934 He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.
957 He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich
973 He drank at her bidding.
1006 --He's English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak Irish
1041 He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying:
1060 He turned to Stephen and said:
1071 He turned to Stephen and asked blandly:
1108 He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen
1131 He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown,
1136 He emptied his pockets on to the table.
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
1197 He turned to Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of
1207 It's quite simple. He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is
1211 --What? Haines said, beginning to point at Stephen. He himself?
1244 Buck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He
1246 had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. He
1257 He held up a forefinger of warning.
1266 He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running
1277 He capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering
1284 --We oughtn't to laugh, I suppose. He's rather blasphemous. I'm not a
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
1317 He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his
1320 path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark. He wants that
1322 key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes.
1404 near the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones,
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
1471 --He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake
1485 He walked along the upwardcurving path.
1543 A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong's satchel. He curled them
1602 breastwork of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at
1634 His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again,
1693 He stood up and gave a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries
1710 He held out his copybook. The word Sums was written on the
1741 Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by
1776 He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his
1790 He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the
1794 him. He turned his angry white moustache.
1824 He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It
1842 He shot from it two crowns and two shillings.
1874 He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man's stare.
1876 --He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said. He made money. A poet, yes,
1886 --Ba! Mr Deasy cried. That's not English. A French Celt said that. He
1935 --PER VIAS RECTAS, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. He voted for it
1951 He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and
1957 He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his
1965 1866. Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their speeds,
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
2029 broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again.
2062 He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell
2063 sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom? He waits to hear from me.
2146 He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the
2166 He frowned sternly on the bright air.
2173 rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his
2244 ages He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. A LEX ETERNA
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
2313 --He has nothing to sit down on, sir.
2315 --He has nowhere to put it, you mug. Bring in our chippendale chair.
2322 He drones bars of Ferrando's ARIA DI SORTITA. The grandest number,
2382 of man's ashes. He coasted them, walking warily. A porterbottle stood up,
2389 He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara's. Am I not going
2390 there? Seems not. No-one about. He turned northeast and crossed the
2400 Lap, LAPIN. He hopes to win in the GROS LOTS. About the nature of women he
2411 SCHLUSS. He laps.
2453 along by the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled
2513 like this. O, O. He takes me, Napper Tandy, by the hand.
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
2535 clear it? He has the key. I will not sleep there when this night comes.
2537 panthersahib and his pointer. Call: no answer. He lifted his feet up from
2544 back then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there. He climbed over the
2562 you. No, the dog. He is running back to them. Who?
2582 kings' sons. Paradise of pretenders then and now. He saved men from
2602 lowskimming gull. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He
2616 calf's gallop. The carcass lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed, stalked
2625 kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight. He
2628 against it. He trotted forward and, lifting again his hindleg, pissed
2631 Something he buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the sand,
2675 ghostcandled. OMNIS CARO AD TE VENIET. He comes, pale vampire, through
2724 He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the
2736 NEBENEINANDER. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's
2740 soul: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. His arm: Cranly's arm. He
2785 He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still.
2795 My handkerchief. He threw it. I remember. Did I not take it up?
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
2813 fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart,
2826 her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the
2841 tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his
2861 and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits
2868 He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped
2873 He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with
2878 better, all porous holes. Nothing she can eat? He glanced round him. No.
2884 He said softly in the bare hall:
2896 No. She didn't want anything. He heard then a warm heavy sigh,
2909 grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip of
2914 No use disturbing her. She turned over sleepily that time. He pulled the
2919 He crossed to the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number
2944 the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiled, pleasing himself. What
2947 of Ireland. He prolonged his pleased smile. Ikey touch that: homerule sun
2950 He approached Larry O'Rourke's. From the cellar grating floated up
2989 barrels of stuff. Say he got ten per cent off. O more. Fifteen. He passed
2995 He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the hanks of sausages,
3001 A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish: the last. He
3013 He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets: the model farm at
3016 blurred cattle cropping. He held the page from him: interesting: read it
3022 hands. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his will,
3039 outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right. He sighed
3055 A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his
3064 He walked back along Dorset street, reading gravely. Agendath
3076 He looked at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Silverpowdered
3124 Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered
3135 He looked at them. Mullingar. Milly.
3140 He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of
3154 He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back
3172 On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. He
3178 they won't eat pork. Kosher. Here. He let the bloodsmeared paper fall to
3179 her and dropped the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. Pepper. He
3186 The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown
3190 folded brown paper in the letterbox for her. He smiled, pouring.
3205 He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the
3207 Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes. He carried it
3217 the pillow. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft
3229 --O, Boylan, she said. He's bringing the programme.
3256 He felt here and there. VOGLIO E NON VORREI. Wonder if she pronounces
3257 that right: VOGLIO. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and
3272 He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.
3283 He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. The same young
3284 eyes. The first night after the charades. Dolphin's Barn. He turned over
3323 He turned the pages back.
3336 He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes
3341 little burnt. He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the scanty
3344 Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He
3349 student and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side, reading it
3382 at once. He would be eleven now if he had lived.
3387 Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after
3389 worse. Music hall stage. Young student. He drank a draught of cooler tea
3398 He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window. Day I
3425 happen too. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move
3439 He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up,
3447 A paper. He liked to read at stool. Hope no ape comes knocking just
3450 In the tabledrawer he found an old number of TITBITS. He folded it
3458 He went out through the backdoor into the garden: stood to listen
3462 He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall.
3473 He walked on. Where is my hat, by the way? Must have put it back
3484 He kicked open the crazy door of the jakes. Better be careful not to get
3485 these trousers dirty for the funeral. He went in, bowing his head under
3504 was something quick and neat. Print anything now. Silly season. He read
3507 Begins and ends morally. HAND IN HAND. Smart. He glanced back through what
3524 dancing. Her fansticks clicking. Is that Boylan well off? He has money.
3535 He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it.
3536 Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. He pulled
3564 He turned from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime
3570 Slack hour: won't be many there. He crossed Townsend street, passed the
3611 He turned away and sauntered across the road. How did she walk
3619 He handed the card through the brass grill.
3629 letter. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope.
3637 Answered anyhow. He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket,
3649 He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right. Talk: as if
3720 He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a
3723 --WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM? He said. HE'S DEAD, he said. And, faith, he
3726 Arch. YES, he said. He's gone. HE DIED ON MONDAY, POOR FELLOW. Watch!
3748 He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:
3786 He moved to go.
3848 He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently
3857 He drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he
3860 He passed the cabman's shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies.
3863 flying syllables as they pass. He hummed:
3870 He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted
3878 mignonette. Mrs Ellis's. And Mr? He opened the letter within the
3909 He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell
3928 Common pin, eh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere:
3949 faked for money. He is sitting in their house, talking. Mysterious. Also
3984 He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Stepping into the
4000 Farley who looked a fool but wasn't. They're taught that. He's not going
4007 The cold smell of sacred stone called him. He trod the worn steps,
4015 thing in his hands. He stopped at each, took out a communion, shook a
4025 He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle, one by
4026 one, and seek their places. He approached a bench and seated himself in
4042 He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel
4044 affair he had on. Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn't know what to
4093 He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about
4121 the witnessbox. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything.
4139 He stood up. Hello. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all
4143 before. Still like you better untidy. Good job it wasn't farther south. He
4145 into the light. He stood a moment unseeing by the cold black marble bowl
4148 her weeds. Notice because I'm in mourning myself. He covered himself. How
4155 He walked southward along Westland row. But the recipe is in the
4168 Smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell. Doctor Whack. He ought
4181 He waited by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the
4223 He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit,
4231 look younger. He does look balmy. Younger than I am.
4240 He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar.
4263 He sped off towards Conway's corner. God speed scut.
4272 He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you
4273 of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see. He
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
4319 Mr Bloom entered and sat in the vacant place. He pulled the door to
4320 after him and slammed it twice till it shut tight. He passed an arm
4375 --No, Mr Bloom said. He was alone.
4392 --He's in with a lowdown crowd, Mr Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan is a
4399 He cried above the clatter of the wheels:
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
4432 --He might, Mr Dedalus said, if he hadn't that squint troubling him. Do
4435 He closed his left eye. Martin Cunningham began to brush away
4461 --Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He's behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.
4467 --I met M'Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said. He said he'd try to come.
4487 dying scrawl. He took it to heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men's dogs
4490 A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of
4520 --Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He's dead nuts on that. And the
4550 the bath? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry fled.
4576 He's coming in the afternoon. Her songs.
4583 --He doesn't see us, Mr Power said. Yes, he does. How do you do?
4604 He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant
4680 His eyes met Mr Bloom's eyes. He caressed his beard, adding:
4749 he was in his usual health that I'd be driving after him like this. He's
4752 --As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, Mr Dedalus said. He went
4757 He tapped his chest sadly.
4765 --He had a sudden death, poor fellow, he said.
4820 riverbed clutching rushes. He looked at me. And that awful drunkard of a
4834 He looked away from me. He knows. Rattle his bones.
4858 here seen Kelly? Kay ee double ell wy. Dead March from SAUL. He's as bad
4859 as old Antonio. He left me on my ownio. Pirouette! The MATER
4865 that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. He's gone over to the lying-in
4939 the knocking about? He would and he wouldn't, I suppose. Depends on
4961 Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his brown straw
5022 door open with his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus
5027 pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other
5036 He followed his companions. Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed,
5038 took out the two wreaths. He handed one to the boy.
5078 He glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes
5098 He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished. She had
5132 behind. He put down his name for a quid.
5155 pocket and knelt his right knee upon it. He fitted his black hat gently on
5200 Holy water that was, I expect. Shaking sleep out of it. He must be fed
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
5233 beside her. Let Him take me whenever He likes.
5291 He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman's shoulders. With
5313 He looked behind through the others.
5325 --Has still, Ned Lambert said. He does some canvassing for ads.
5333 --John O'Connell, Mr Power said pleased. He never forgets a friend.
5360 The caretaker blinked up at one of the sepulchres they passed. He
5402 He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field
5427 seaside gurls. He looks cheerful enough over it. Gives him a sense of
5451 He doesn't know who is here nor care.
5478 Death's number. Where the deuce did he pop out of? He wasn't in the
5511 SHALL I NEVERMORE BEHOLD THEE? Bam! He expires. Gone at last. People
5549 He asked me to.
5551 --Charley, Hynes said writing. I know. He was on the FREEMAN once.
5555 know. He died of a Tuesday. Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few
5563 He looked around.
5570 He moved away, looking about him.
5582 He stepped aside nimbly.
5611 --Parnell will never come again, he said. He's there, all that was mortal
5620 be at his grave. Ten shillings for the gardener. He keeps it free of
5664 He looked down intently into a stone crypt. Some animal. Wait.
5728 coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on his head again.
5867 He pushed in the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn
5888 for College green. He boomed that workaday worker tack for all it was
5912 sheet and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over
5928 He hurried on eagerly towards the FREEMAN'S JOURNAL.
5942 --He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.
5946 --But wait, Mr Bloom said. He wants it changed. Keyes, you see. He wants
5949 Hell of a racket they make. He doesn't hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves.
5992 --I can get it, Mr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a house
6001 A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to check it
6035 He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines.
6060 He walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed,
6072 He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.
6095 He went down the house staircase. Who the deuce scrawled all over
6100 He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose. Citronlemon? Ah, the
6111 He entered softly.
6147 He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and,
6151 see. Rather upsets a man's day, a funeral does. He has influence they say.
6219 --Very much so, professor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He's in
6258 --The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet.
6266 He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy
6280 cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn't he? Why they call
6335 He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking
6345 He went in.
6369 He tossed the tissues on to the table.
6392 He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.
6398 He hustled the boy out and banged the door to.
6412 The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and
6423 He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee:
6429 He went to the door and, holding it ajar, paused. J. J. O'Molloy
6445 He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who,
6456 --He'll get that advertisement, the professor said, staring through his
6474 He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding
6486 He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket,
6490 --He's pretty well on, professor MacHugh said in a low voice.
6500 He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself. Lenehan
6507 He declaimed in song, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh:
6518 He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, lighting it for him
6539 He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing:
6545 foot (on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal obsession. He gazed
6671 He strode away from them towards the window.
6679 He whispered then near Stephen's ear:
6709 He poked Mr O'Madden Burke mildly in the spleen. Mr O'Madden Burke
6768 --He wants you for the pressgang, J. J. O'Molloy said.
6782 He pushed past them to the files.
6793 --Skin-the-Goat, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that
6811 He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.
6872 Now he's got in with Blumenfeld. That's press. That's talent. Pyatt! He
6882 He flung the pages down.
6923 He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose, in
6956 --Bushe? the editor said. Well, yes: Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it in
6959 --He would have been on the bench long ago, the professor said, only
6972 By the way how did he find that out? He died in his sleep. Or the
6981 --He spoke on the law of evidence, J. J. O'Molloy said, of Roman justice
7005 --He said of it: THAT STONY EFFIGY IN FROZEN MUSIC, HORNED AND TERRIBLE,
7020 He took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O'Molloy offered his case to
7036 A. E.'s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis.
7048 He turned towards Myles Crawford and said:
7053 --He is sitting with Tim Healy, J. J. O'Molloy said, rumour has it, on
7056 --He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child's
7065 He closed his long thin lips an instant but, eager to be on, raised an
7078 beard round it. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he
7089 He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more.
7092 He began:
7139 A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it
7151 He ceased and looked at them, enjoying a silence.
7187 He led the way, admonishing:
7200 He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.
7205 He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office.
7215 He went into the inner office, closing the door behind him.
7289 He turned.
7298 He set off again to walk by Stephen's side.
7326 just now. He'll give a renewal for two months, he says. After he'll see.
7349 suppose it's worth a short par. He'd give the ad, I think. I'll tell
7356 --He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his
7419 He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O'Madden
7432 bitterer against others or against himself. He was the son of a noble and
7473 He laughed richly.
7487 He halted on sir John Gray's pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson
7578 He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Elijah thirtytwo
7605 He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury
7648 No, no. I don't believe it. He wouldn't surely?
7663 barreltone voice. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was singing
7672 that priest they are this morning: we have sinned: we have suffered. He
7704 He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by.
7726 He walked along the curbstone.
7740 or oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew
7787 --Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly,
7805 --O, don't be talking! she said. He's a caution to rattlesnakes. He's in
7806 there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me
7824 --There must be a new moon out, she said. He's always bad then. Do you
7844 --Read that, she said. He got it this morning.
7855 --And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He's going to take an
7867 He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent.
7913 --Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts. Watch!
7920 --He has enough of them, she said. Denis will be like that one of these
7930 He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts. Denis
7933 times. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his
7948 He passed the IRISH TIMES. There might be other answers Iying there.
7997 He stood at Fleet street crossing. Luncheon interval. A sixpenny at
8001 He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea. I forgot
8051 He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. They did right to
8057 He gazed after the last broad tunic. Nasty customers to tackle. Jack
8064 dive into Manning's or I was souped. He did come a wallop, by George.
8106 James Stephens' idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so
8167 pain. Great man's brother: his brother's brother. He'd look nice on the
8218 He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of
8233 He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right
8261 He went on by la maison Claire.
8265 moon. She was humming. The young May moon she's beaming, love. He
8266 other side of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm's la-amp is gleaming, love.
8303 He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers.
8312 He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today
8332 He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. Jingling, hoofthuds.
8382 He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of
8409 He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne's. Stopgap.
8418 He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street.
8453 He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a
8457 What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff?
8527 He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. THEIR LIVES. I have it.
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
8549 --Yes, he said. He's the organiser in point of fact.
8555 --He had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, over that
8595 straight sport going now. Lenehan gets some good ones. He's giving
8602 He went towards the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned
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.
8615 numbskull. Will I tell him that horse Lenehan? He knows already. Better
8639 bank oysters. Effect on the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red Bank this
8721 --He's out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the
8745 ---He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of
8750 Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He
8753 --He's in the craft, he said.
8757 --Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. Ancient free and accepted order. He's
8786 --There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He's a safe man, I'd say.
8788 --He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. He's been known to
8830 He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead snip.
8879 He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars:
8937 The blind stripling did not answer. His wallface frowned weakly. He
8955 He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to
9026 He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to.
9059 His heart quopped softly. To the right. Museum. Goddesses. He swerved
9087 He thrust back quick Agendath.
9111 He came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a
9148 the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, an ollav, holyeyed. He laughed
9157 He holds my follies hostage.
9190 He laughed again at the now smiling bearded face.
9209 Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light. He bore in his hand with
9237 --I was showing him Jubainville's book. He's quite enthusiastic, don't you
9239 hear the discussion. He's gone to Gill's to buy it.
9266 HAMLET. He says: IL SE PROMENE, LISANT AU LIVRE DE LUI-MEME, don't you
9267 know, READING THE BOOK OF HIMSELF. He describes HAMLET given in a French
9279 He repeated to John Eglinton's newgathered frown:
9308 --He will have it that HAMLET is a ghoststory, John Eglinton said for Mr
9350 play the part of the spectre. He speaks the words to Burbage, the young player
9406 Steady on. He's from beyant Boyne water. The northeast corner. You owe it.
9467 --He had a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, and no truant memory.
9468 He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling THE
9478 He chose badly? He was chosen, it seems to me. If others have their will
9491 He murmured then with blond delight for all:
9587 He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a
9638 He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk, smiling his
9671 Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.
9737 images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in them
9754 He thous and thees her with grave husbandwords. Dost love, Miriam?
9761 lordling to woo for him? He was himself a lord of language and had made
9763 Belief in himself has been untimely killed. He was overborne in a
9784 globes to Imogen's breast, bare, with its mole cinquespotted. He goes
9788 has written or by the laws he has revealed. His beaver is up. He is a
9811 He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent
9821 He lifts his hands. Veils fall. O, flowers! Bells with bells with bells
9828 He smiled on all sides equally.
9841 --Haines missed you, he said. Did you meet him? He'll see you after at the
9842 D. B. C. He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's LOVESONGS OF CONNACHT.
9850 Irishman? Judge Barton, I believe, is searching for some clues. He swears
9895 He sat on a corner of the unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully:
9913 He wailed:
9923 --The tramper Synge is looking for you, he said, to murder you. He heard
9924 you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He's out in pampooties to murder
9947 offering a card. From the Freeman. He wants to see the files of the
9952 He took the eager card, glanced, not saw, laid down unglanced,
9978 He jumped up and snatched the card.
9982 He rattled on:
9991 --He knows you. He knows your old fellow. O, I fear me, he is Greeker
10038 of Juno's eyes, violets. He walks. One life is all. One body. Do. But do.
10080 He faced their silence.
10098 He left her his
10115 --He was a rich country gentleman, Stephen said, with a coat of arms and
10137 --He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan capped. A quart of ale is a dish for a
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
10190 --He was made in Germany, Stephen replied, as the champion French
10213 wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions. He means that the love
10270 Your own? He knows your old fellow. The widower.
10277 evil. He wrote the play in the months that followed his father's death. If
10283 rots and rots. He rests, disarmed of fatherhood, having devised that
10309 beauty: born, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. He is a
10341 He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.
10365 STEPHEN: He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his
10369 filled Gilbert's soul. He is nowhere: but an Edmund and a Richard are
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
10459 He caught himself in the act: looked at all: refrained.
10503 QUE VOULEZ-VOUS? Moore would say. He puts Bohemia on the seacoast and
10527 He laughed to free his mind from his mind's bondage.
10531 --The truth is midway, he affirmed. He is the ghost and the prince. He is
10534 --He is, Stephen said. The boy of act one is the mature man of act five.
10535 All in all. In CYMBELINE, in OTHELLO he is bawd and cuckold. He acts and
10548 --Man delights him not nor woman neither, Stephen said. He returns after
10559 go. Strong curtain. He found in the world without as actual what was in his
10566 badly (He gave us light first and the sun two days later), the lord of
10580 He began to scribble on a slip of paper.
10587 He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton Johannes, of arts a bachelor.
10607 is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is going to visit the present
10631 He broke away.
10693 He spluttered to the air:
10700 He spat blank.
10742 He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms:
10747 He stopped at the stairfoot.
10765 He turned a happy patch's smirk to Stephen, saying:
10769 He read, MARCATO:
10785 He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, walking on, followed by Stephen:
10814 see his eye? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee, ancient
10852 crutches, growled some notes. He jerked short before the convent of the
10857 Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square. He thought, but not for
10861 NOT HAVE ABANDONED ME IN MY OLD DAYS. He walked by the treeshade of
10867 Father Conmee was wonderfully well indeed. He would go to Buxton
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
10937 speak. The incumbent they called him. He felt it incumbent on him to say a
10960 that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter. He passed
11011 Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car. He perceived also
11068 Don John Conmee walked and moved in times of yore. He was
11069 humane and honoured there. He bore in mind secrets confessed and he
11083 of Clongowes field. He walked there, reading in the evening, and heard the
11085 He was their rector: his reign was mild.
11090 Nones. He should have read that before lunch. But lady Maxwell had come.
11095 He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till
11113 drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner. He pulled himself
11153 He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus,
11166 He halted and growled angrily:
11173 He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head
11288 He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch
11316 Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet. He
11339 He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.
11422 Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he'll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes,
11454 --He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said, if my
11481 He followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away
11486 He stood to read the card in his hand.
11489 Michael's, Sallins. Nice young chap he is. He's writing a book about the
11490 Fitzgeralds he told me. He's well up in history, faith.
11502 INSIDE. He mightn't like it, though. What? God, I'll tell him anyhow.
11506 The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness. He
11511 He turned to J. J. O'Molloy and asked:
11526 He held his handkerchief ready for the coming ...
11540 He slid it into the left slot for them. It shot down the groove, wobbled
11553 He showed them the rising column of disks on the right.
11560 He slid in a disk for himself: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop:
11576 He followed M'Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.
11578 --He's a hero, he said simply.
11630 --He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said. I was with him one day and he
11658 He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.
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
11693 lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At last she
11705 Lenehan walked on again. He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his
11706 hindhead rapidly. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M'Coy.
11708 --He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, he said seriously. He's not one
11723 He laid both books aside and glanced at the third: TALES OF THE GHETTO
11733 mouth. He bent to make a bundle of the other books, hugged them against
11742 He opened it. Thought so.
11748 He read the other title: SWEETS OF SIN. More in her line. Let us see.
11750 He read where his finger opened.
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
11822 row. He halted near his daughter.
11836 He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his
11860 He handed her a shilling.
11870 stretched out stiff. He's dead. The man upstairs is dead.
11872 He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.
11898 He drew forth a handful of copper coins, nervously.
11912 He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.
11982 Lambert's brother over the way, Sam? What? Yes. He's as like it as damn
12089 He turned and halted by the slanted bookcart.
12135 He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal's French primer.
12181 waiting for Ben Dollard. He's going to say a word to long John to get him
12184 He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging
12187 --I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben! He's always
12190 He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.
12195 crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards them
12213 He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on his roomy
12235 He turned to both.
12248 you the new beauty Rock has for a bailiff. He's a cross between Lobengula
12249 and Lynchehaun. He's well worth seeing, mind you. Come along. I saw John
12261 --He has, Father Cowley said.
12267 --That's right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He's a minister
12273 He led Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk.
12289 He signed to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the reins and set on
12354 Long John Fanning made no way for them. He removed his large Henry Clay
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.
12475 Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her
12478 --He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, amid
12483 He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped
12485 over its smoking pith. He bit off a soft piece hungrily.
12487 --Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write something
12493 He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.
12524 He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word.
12548 milliner, stopped him. He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to
12556 twentysecond. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right
12578 to it. He met schoolboys with satchels. I'm not going tomorrow either,
12579 stay away till Monday. He met other schoolboys. Do they notice I'm in
12593 again. Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead. He told me to be a
12705 drove with his following towards Lower Mount street. He passed a blind
12811 Amen! He gnashed in fury.
12865 He's looking. Mind till I see.
12872 --He's killed looking back.
12999 could not see. That fellow spoke. A student. After with Dedalus' son. He
13057 rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.
13061 He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?
13065 He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.
13079 He was.
13097 brought pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two
13104 Yes. He fingered shreds of hair, her maidenhair, her mermaid's, into
13119 --He was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said.
13125 He asked. She answered:
13132 --No. He was not.
13150 He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned to her tea aside.
13152 He sighed aside:
13156 He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.
13173 He had.
13176 Mooney's EN VILLE and in Mooney's SUR MER. He had received the rhino for
13179 He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, at listening lips and eyes:
13191 He see. He drank. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Set down
13194 He looked towards the saloon door.
13208 He drank and strayed away.
13222 oblique triple (piano!) wires. He pressed (the same who pressed
13233 For Raoul. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a
13306 He touched to fair miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She
13347 He pitched a broad coin down. Coin rang.
13387 --Go on, pressed Lenehan. There's no-one. He never heard.
13399 He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.
13442 He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change.
13454 He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the
13460 instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Alf
13479 He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them (hold that fellow with
13480 the: hold him now) into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool.
13489 Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He's off. Light sob of breath Bloom
13490 sighed on the silent bluehued flowers. Jingling. He's gone. Jingle. Hear.
13509 He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.
13514 They laughed all three. He had no wed. All trio laughed. No wedding
13520 He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried
13528 Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the
13542 --Merrion square style. Balldresses, by God, and court dresses. He
13579 He puffed a pungent plumy blast.
13611 He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.
13616 In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He
13672 harps. I. He. Old. Young.
13718 Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: SONNAMBULA. He
13765 He knows it well too. Or he feels. Still harping on his daughter. Wise
13827 his feet. When will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He
13953 Richie, admiring, descanted on that man's glorious voice. He
13963 He, Mr Bloom, listened while he, Richie Goulding, told him, Mr
13968 lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more. The
13976 the slender catgut thong. He drew and plucked. It buzz, it twanged. While
13992 Yet too much happy bores. He stretched more, more. Are you not
14013 Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh. A pen and ink. He went. A pad. He
14014 went. A pad to blot. He heard, deaf Pat.
14028 out this equal to that. Symmetry under a cemetery wall. He doesn't see my
14047 It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a
14060 Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. He held unfurled his FREEMAN.
14104 He blotted quick on pad of Pat. Envel. Address. Just copy out of
14136 his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He
14137 waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits
14154 He did, faith, sir Tom. Bob Cowley wove. Tenors get wom. Cowley lay back.
14156 Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard.
14163 Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard
14247 I'll go. Here, Pat, return. Come. He came, he came, he did not stay.
14257 Got money somewhere. He's on for a razzle backache spree. Much? He
14298 He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: MEA CULPA.
14345 He bore no hate.
14417 I hold this house. Amen. He gnashed in fury. Traitors swing.
14444 a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.
14496 He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him,
14500 Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard. He sang that song lovely,
14648 Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He
14650 Richie nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. He did not see.
14895 He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching to the
15002 --Look at him, says he. Breen. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a
15020 --Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round
15117 --Dead! says Alf. He's no more dead than you are.
15124 --Ay, says Joe. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him.
15163 still good. He stated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in
15170 He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. Fleet
15178 --Bloom, says he. He's on point duty up and down there for the last ten
15197 --Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He's over all his troubles.
15201 --He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam.
15304 Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. He told me when
15455 He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so
15665 mortgagor under the act. He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under
15760 Then comes good uncle Leo. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes
15893 --Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up
15942 --He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he's running
15945 --He is, says Joe. Isn't he?
15955 He's an excellent man to organise. Excellent.
15993 --Yes, says J. J. He'll square that, Ned, says he.
16256 He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands
16636 moya! He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.
16708 --Casement, says the citizen. He's an Irishman.
16718 --Bloom, says he. The courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on
16726 Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on. He's the only
16729 --He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.
16840 --He's a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he
16847 father's name that poisoned himself. He changed it by deedpoll, the father
16904 --And I'm sure He will, says Joe.
17077 --He had no father, says Martin. That'll do now. Drive ahead.
17206 beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld
17210 ELIJAH! ELIJAH! And He answered with a main cry: ABBA! ADONAI! And they
17241 gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. He was but eleven months and nine
17446 confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not to be. He was
17447 too young to understand. He would not believe in love, a woman's
17450 she went white to the very lips. He called her little one in a strangely
17483 have in rich houses. He would be tall with broad shoulders (she had always
17696 where he was sitting. He was in deep mourning, she could see that, and the
17698 worlds to know what it was. He was looking up so intently, so still, and
17725 the altar, carrying things in and out with his eyes cast down. He looked
17729 of Saint Dominic. He told her that time when she told him about that in
17735 unto me according to Thy Word. He was so kind and holy and often and often
17800 expression in his eyes. He was eying her as a snake eyes its prey. Her
17912 --O my! Puddeny pie! protested Ciss. He has his bib destroyed.
18062 He was leaning back against the rock behind. Leopold Bloom (for it is he)
18066 He of all men! But there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes,
18128 He wore a pair of gaiters the night that first we met. His lovely
18281 tongue. Your head it simply swirls. He's right. Might have made a worse
18455 rhododendrons. I am a fool perhaps. He gets the plums, and I the
18543 breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. He lay but opened a red eye
18607 trick. U. p: up. Fate that is. He, not me. Also a shop often noticed.
18615 Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the strand. He
18647 He flung his wooden pen away. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck.
18816 Allruthful to have his dear soul in his undeathliness. He heard her sad
18971 Averroes and Moses Maimonides. He said also how at the end of the second
19078 there unmaided. He gave them then a much admirable hymen minim by those
19157 he crouched in Horne's hall. He drank indeed at one draught to pluck up a
19169 other? He was neither as much as he would have liked to be either. But
19276 which he did mighty brisk. He was a kind of sport gentleman that went for
19283 up between his sackpossets much loose gossip. He took his ordinary at a
19307 or choking chicken behind a hedge. He had been off as many times as a cat
19323 the horns. Come, come, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. He'll find himself
19331 bull, says he, never shit on shamrock. He had horns galore, a coat of
19438 ascendancy party. He proposed to set up there a national fertilising farm
19683 He says this, a censor of morals, a very pelican in his piety, who did not
19774 But Malachias' tale began to freeze them with horror. He conjured up the
19777 He had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand, in the other a
19793 ten past eleven. He was gone. Tears gushed from the eyes of the
19800 father. He drank drugs to obliterate. For this relief much thanks. The
19810 substance in the funds. A score of years are blown away. He is young
19830 Who can say? The wise father knows his own child. He thinks of a
19835 Bridie Kelly! He will never forget the name, ever remember the night: first
19882 school together in Conmee's time. He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades,
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
19897 promise and of his recent loss. He would have withdrawn from the feast
19900 more. He told them of the race. The flag fell and, huuh! off, scamper, the
19928 Conmee himself! He was walking by the hedge, reading, I think a brevier
19936 of his may serve me more propensely. He was laying his hand upon
19960 attract anyone's remark on account of its scarlet appearance. He was
20102 lawful embraces. He is older now (you and I may whisper it) and a trifle
20121 heart to bed, to rest. He knows and will call in His own good time. You too
20127 but they abide there and wait. He may suffer their memory to grow dim, let
20156 circle of girlish fond hands. He frowns a little just as this young man does
20206 He is a mule, a dead gasteropod, without vim or stamina, not worth a
20289 seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Underconstumble? He've got the
20302 flowers. Gemini. He's going to holler. The colleen bawn. My colleen bawn.
20305 as give me the jady coppaleen. He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big
20381 aint no nickel dime bumshow. I put it to you that He's on the square and a
20382 corking fine business proposition. He's the grandest thing yet and don't
20385 Not half. He's got a coughmixture with a punch in it for you, my friend,
20767 He brightens the earth. I polish the sky.
20803 THE BAWD: (HER WOLFEYES SHINING) He's getting his pleasure. You won't get
21077 PRIVATE CARR: (BEHIND HIS BACK) He aint half balmy.
21090 PRIVATE CARR: Bennett? He's my pal. I love old Bennett.
21107 He'll lose that cash. Relieving office here. Good biz for cheapjacks,
21129 polecat. CHACUN SON GOUT. He might be mad. Dogdays. Uncertain in his
21225 THE DARK MERCURY: The Castle is looking for him. He was drummed out of
21242 Griffin. He wrote to me that he was miserable. I'll tell my brother, the
21355 MARY DRISCOLL: He made a certain suggestion but I thought more of myself
21369 MARY DRISCOLL: He surprised me in the rere of the premises, Your honour,
21371 He held me and I was discoloured in four places as a result. And he
21445 narrated between the covers of a book. He himself, my lord, is a physical
21475 own sweet will on her. He wants to go straight. I regard him as the
21476 whitest man I know. He is down on his luck at present owing to the
21514 AND PANACHE OF OSPREY IN HER HAIR) Arrest him, constable. He wrote me an
21516 Riding of Tipperary on the Munster circuit, signed James Lovebirch. He said
21519 he said. He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past
21520 four p.m. on the following Thursday, Dunsink time. He offered to send me
21544 MRS BELLINGHAM: He addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome
21550 couped or. He lauded almost extravagantly my nether extremities, my
21553 up. He urged me (stating that he felt it his mission in life to urge me) to
21569 intercourse with a muscular torero, evidently a blackguard. He urged me to
21570 do likewise, to misbehave, to sin with officers of the garrison. He implored
21614 He should be soundly trounced!
21619 I'll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown cuckold.
21661 FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man. Another girl's plait cut. Wanted:
21804 ZOE: Are you looking for someone? He's inside with his friend.
21990 A BLACKSMITH: (MURMURS) For the honour of God! And is that Bloom? He
22004 A BELLHANGER: A classic face! He has the forehead of a thinker.
22080 AN APPLEWOMAN: He's a man like Ireland wants.
22267 FATHER FARLEY: He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian
22302 THEODORE PUREFOY: (IN FISHINGCAP AND OILSKIN JACKET) He employs a
22324 THE MOB: Lynch him! Roast him! He's as bad as Parnell was. Mr Fox!
22332 heaven, I am guiltless as the unsunned snow! It was my brother Henry. He
22333 is my double. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn. Slander, the viper, has
22339 bisexually abnormal. He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace's private
22343 exhibitionism. Ambidexterity is also latent. He is prematurely bald from
22364 him a dear man, a dear person. He is a rather quaint fellow on the whole,
22365 coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense. He has written a really
22367 Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. He is
22369 litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. He wears
22371 himself every Saturday. He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass
22374 sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak. He is
22851 He is our friend. I need not mention names. Seek thou the light.
22995 your mnemotechnic. LA CAUSA E SANTA. Tara. Tara. (ASIDE) He will surely
23078 STARES SIDEWAYS DOWN WITH DROPPING UNDERJAW) Well, well. He doth rest
23147 I have somewhere. Mac Somebody. Unmack I have it. He told me about, hold
23183 ZOE: (SPOUTS WALRUS SMOKE THROUGH HER NOSTRILS) He couldn't get a
23194 VERFLUCHTE GOIM! He had a father, forty fathers. He never existed.
23195 Pig God! He had two left feet. He was Judas Iacchia, a Libyan eunuch,
23226 PHOSPHORESCENT SCORPION TONGUE, HIS HAND ON HIS FORK) Messiah! He burst
23281 LYNCH: He is. A cardinal's son.
23299 He lies in the lowest dungeon
23311 He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a snake
23314 He murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake.
23440 regular barometer from it. He believed in animal heat. A skin of tabby lined
23677 VERSA. It was dear Gerald. He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays.
23694 THE SINS OF THE PAST: (IN A MEDLEY OF VOICES) He went through a form of
23808 young fellow! He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Well for you, you
23810 He shot his bolt, I can tell you! Foot to foot, knee to knee, belly to belly,
23811 bubs to breast! He's no eunuch. A shock of red hair he has sticking out of
24155 He didn't know what to do,
24511 MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured. (SHE PLOPS SPLASHING OUT
24623 LYNCH: Let him alone. He's back from Paris.
25008 mother. He offended your memory. Cancer did it, not I. Destiny.
25029 FLORRY: (POINTS TO STEPHEN) Look! He's white.
25098 A WHORE: He tore his coat.
25187 THE HUE AND CRY: (HELTERSKELTERPELTERWELTER) He's Bloom! Stop Bloom!
25203 VOICES: No, he didn't. I seen him. The girl there. He was in Mrs Cohen's.
25217 PRIVATE COMPTON: He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter. Biff him
25269 BIDDY THE CLAP: Did you hear what the professor said? He's a professor out
25274 BIDDY THE CLAP: He expresses himself with such marked refinement of
25326 BLOOM: (TO THE PRIVATES, SOFTLY) He doesn't know what he's saying. Taken a
25328 He's a gentleman, a poet. It's all right.
25355 STEPHEN: (SWAYING) I don't avoid it. He provokes my intelligence.
25426 He wants my money and my life, though want must be his master, for some
25458 BLOOM: (TERRIFIED) He said nothing. Not a word. A pure misunderstanding.
25465 PRIVATE COMPTON: Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He's a proboer.
25609 LYNCH: He likes dialectic, the universal language. Kitty! (TO BLOOM)
25610 Get him away, you. He won't listen to me.
25621 CISSY CAFFREY: (PULLING PRIVATE CARR) Come on, you're boosed. He insulted
25638 soldier hit him. He's a professor. Is he hurted? Don't manhandle him! He's
25645 his girl? He gave him the coward's blow.
25663 A MAN: (RISING FROM HIS KNEES) No. Gone off. He'll come to all right.
25669 PRIVATE CARR: (LURCHES TOWARDS THE WATCH) He insulted my lady friend.
25680 He's a whitearsed bugger. I don't give a shit for him.
25760 BLOOM: (TRIES TO LAUGH) He, he, he! Yes. Matter of fact I was just visiting
25780 TO STEPHEN) Eh! (HE CALLS AGAIN) Eh! He's covered with shavings anyhow.
25990 the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the sentrybox. He began to
26022 genealogy came about in this wise. He was the eldest son of inspector
26040 uncalledfor expressions. He was out of a job and implored of Stephen to
26067 Bacon) for a bob. He was starving too though he hadn't said a word about it.
26078 to do but hand out the needful. Whereas. He put his hand in a pocket
26083 result of his investigation. He tried his hardest to recollect for the moment
26085 contingency it was not a pleasant lookout, very much the reverse in fact. He
26120 account while Dublin slept. He threw an odd eye at the same time now and
26140 --He is down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named
26176 one and a born raconteur if ever there was one. He takes great pride, quite
26198 Mulligan, as a guide, philosopher and friend if I were in your shoes. He
26205 He understood however from all he heard that Dr Mulligan was a
26328 --He's Irish, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the same way
26347 He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye completely. Then
26372 influence of diamond cut diamond, it might be a matter of ten years. He
26420 He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing and with some slow
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
26564 sides in fact. He turned back the other side of the card, picture, and passed
26613 was personally concerned, was just pondering in pensive mood. He vividly
26686 He'd be about eighteen now, way I figure it.
26720 --Ay, ay, sighed the sailor, looking down on his manly chest. He's gone
26723 He let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression
26881 remarked to his confidante sotto voce. Do you think they are genuine? He
26891 He had been meantime taking stock of the individual in front of him
26896 weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. He might
26971 own say to say. He had doubled the cape a few odd times and weathered a
26995 He made tracks heavily, slowly with a dumpy sort of a gait to the
27026 painted the town tolerably pink without a beggarly stiver. He drank needless
27110 He's the backbone of our empire. You know Jem Mullins?
27166 transparently outlived his welcome. He ought to have either died naturally
27182 --He took umbrage at something or other, that muchinjured but on the
27183 whole eventempered person declared, I let slip. He called me a jew and in a
27187 away wrath. He hadn't a word to say for himself as everyone saw. Am I not
27190 He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark
27233 He turned away from the others who probably and spoke nearer to,
27260 synopsis of things in general, Stephen stared at nothing in particular. He
27441 read: Return of Parnell. He bet them what they liked. A Dublin fusilier was
27443 killed him. He ought to have done away with himself or lain low for a time
27448 over was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer general.
27449 He made a mistake to fight the priests. And so forth and so on.
27477 understudy in the title role how to. He saw him once on the auspicious
27604 on certain opulent curves of the. He dwelt, being a bit of an artist in his
27654 the party wronged in due course. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being close
27702 cheek at the same time as quite possibly there were several others. He
27933 literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat. He infinitely preferred
27936 and I will live thy protestant to be. He also yielded to none in his
27968 sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. He inquired if it was John Bull the political
27986 crop up. He was just a big nervous foolish noodly kind of a horse, without
28002 He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen,
28183 He reflected that the progressive extension of the field of individual
28268 He extinguished the candle by a sharp expiration of breath upon its flame,
28313 He removed the saucepan to the left hob, rose and carried the iron kettle to
28542 He had not risked, he did not expect, he had not been disappointed, he was
28553 He poured into two teacups two level spoonfuls, four in all, of Epps's
28735 He had sometimes propelled her on warm summer evenings, an infirm
28788 He thought that he thought that he was a jew whereas he knew that he
28907 hurries out. He comes from his dark corner. He seizes solitary paper. He
28908 holds it towards fire. Twilight. He reads. Solitary.
28936 He preferred himself to see another's face and listen to another's words by
29120 He heard in a profound ancient male unfamiliar melody the accumulation
29125 He saw in a quick young male familiar form the predestination of a future.
29161 He drove it o'er the jew's garden wall.
29165 He broke the jew's windows all.
29181 He'd make it a sorry ball."
29206 He wished that a tale of a deed should be told of a deed not by him should
29215 He weighed the possible evidences for and against ritual murder: the
29414 He believed then that human life was infinitely perfectible, eliminating these
29438 He affirmed his significance as a conscious rational animal proceeding
29766 He remembered the initial paraphenomena?
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
30002 on the summits of the mammary prominences. He unbraced successively
30008 He compressed between 2 fingers the flesh circumjacent to a cicatrice in the
30010 weeks and 3 days previously (23 May 1904) by a bee. He scratched
30012 points and surfaces of his partly exposed, wholly abluted skin. He inserted
30832 He deposited the articles of clothing on a chair, removed his remaining
30997 He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each
31100 He rests. He has travelled.
31297 knew he was gone on me and the first socialist he said He was he annoyed
32639 suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for or He wouldnt have made
32640 us the way He did so attractive to men then if he wants to kiss my bottom Ill