Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing.
Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips(4.4)
(4You horrid Horrid4)! And gold flushed more.
A husky fifenote blew.
Blew. Blue (4Bloom bloom4) is on the
(4Goldpinnacled Gold pinnacled4) hair.
A jumping rose on satiny (4breast breasts4) of satin, rose of Castile.
Trilling, trilling: Idolores.
Peep! Who's in the … peepofgold?
Tink cried to bronze in pity.
And a call, pure, long and throbbing. (4Long in dying call Longindying call.4)
Decoy. Soft word. But look(4: the! The4) bright stars fade. (4O rose!4) Notes chirruping answer. (4⇑4) (4O rose!4) Castile. The morn is breaking.
Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.
Coin rang. Clock clacked.
Avowal. Sonnez. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. La (4cloche cloche!4) (4Smack thigh Thigh smack4). Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart, goodbye(4.!4)
Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.
A sail! A veil(4. Awave awave4) upon the waves.
Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.
(4When first he saw. Alas! Horn. Hawhorn.4)
(4Horn. Haw haw. When first he saw. Alas!4)
Full tup. Full throb.
Warbling. Ah(4,4) lure! Alluring.
Clapclop4). Clipclap. Clappyclap.
henev4) erheard inall
(4Bald deaf Deaf bald4) Pat brought pad knife took up.
A moonlit nightcall: far(4,:4) far.
I feel so sad. P.S. So lonely blooming.
The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Each(4,4) and for other(4,4) plash and silent roar.
Pearls(4: when she.4) (4of Liszt rhapsody Liszt's rhapsodies4). (4Hiss Hissss4).
Did not: no, no: believe: Lidlyd(4:.4) With a cock with a carra(4.4)
(4⇒4) Deepsounding. Do, Ben, do.
Wait while you wait. Hee hee. (4Wait while youhee.4)
Low in dark middle earth. Embedded ore.
(4Namine Damini Naminedamine4). (4Preacher is he.4) (4⇑4) All gone. All fallen.
Tiny, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.
Amen(4.!4) He gnashed in fury.
Fro. To, fro. A baton cool protruding.
(4Lydiabronze Bronzelydia4) (4and by4) Minagold.
By bronze, by gold, in oceangreen of shadow. Bloom. Old Bloom.
One rapped, one tapped, with a carra, with a cock.
Pray for him! Pray, good people!
His gouty fingers nakkering.
Big Benaben. Big Benben.
Last rose Castile of summer left (4Bloom bloom4) I feel so (4lone sad4) alone.
Pwee! Little wind piped wee.
True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift (4Your your4) tschink with (4tschuk tschunk4).
Where bronze from anear? Where gold from afar? Where hoofs?
Rrrpr. Kraa. Kraandl.
Then(4,4) not till then. My eppripfftaph. Be pfrwritt.
Bronze by gold, Miss Douce's head by Miss Kennedy's head, over the
crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing steel.
— Is that (4he her4)? asked Miss Kennedy(4.4)
Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil.
— Exquisite contrast,
Miss4) Kennedy said.
(4All When all4) agog Miss Douce said eagerly:
— Look at the fellow in the tall silk.
— Who? Where? gold asked more eagerly.
— In the second carriage, Miss (4Douce Douce's wet lips4) said, (4he wet lips4) laughing in the sun. He's looking. Mind till I see.
(4she She4) darted(4,4) (4Bronze bronze,4) to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the pane in a halo of hurried breath.
Her wet lips tittered:
— He's killed looking back.
— O wept! Aren't men frightful idiots?
Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose (4air hair4) behind an ear. Sauntering sadly, gold no more, she twisted twined a hair. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.
— It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said.
(4Mr Bloom Bloom4) went by Moulang's pipes(4,4) bearing in his breast the sweets of sin, by Wine's antiques(4,4) in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for Raoul.
The boots to them(4, them in the bar, them barmaids4) (4from the hallway4) came(4, to them unheeding, and. For them unheeding him he4) banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And(4.4)
— There's your teas, he said.
Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray (4down4) to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low.
— What is it? (4loud boots4) unmannerly (4loud boots4) asked.
— Find out, Miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.
— Your beau, is it?
(4She, A4) haughty bronze(4,4) replied:
— I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your impertinent insolence.
sniffed rudely, as he retreated as
heard her she
threatened4) as he had come.
On her flower frowning (4miss Miss4) Douce said:
— Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear (4for him4) a yard long.
Ladylike (4in exquisite contrast4).
— Take no notice, Miss Kennedy rejoined.
She poured in a teacup tea, then back in the teapot tea. They cowered
under (4the their4) reef of (4the4) counter, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting for their teas to draw. They pawed their blouses, (4both of black satin,4) two and nine a yard, waiting for their teas to draw, and two and seven.
Yes(4,4) bronze(4,4) from anear, by gold, from afar, heard steel, from anear, hoofs ring, from afar, and heard steel hoofs ringhoof(4,4) ringsteel.
— Am I awfully sunburnt?
Miss (4Douce bronze4) unbloused her neck.
— No, said Miss Kennedy. It gets brown after. Did you try the borax with the cherry laurel water?
Miss Douce (4half stood halfstood4) to see her skin askance in the barmirror where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their midst a shell.
— And leave it to my hands, she said.
— Try it with the glycerine, Miss Kennedy advised.
Bidding her neck and hands adieu Miss Douce
— Those things only bring out a rash(4,4) replied reseated. I asked that old (4blank fogey4) in Boyd's for something for my skin.
Miss Kennedy, pouring now (4a4) fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed:
— O(4,4) don't remind me of him for mercy' sake(4.!4)
— But wait till I tell you, Miss Douce entreated.
Sweet tea Miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers.
— No, don't, she cried.
— I won't listen, she cried.
Miss Douce grunted in snuffy (4fogey's4) tone:
— For your what? says he.
Miss Kennedy unplugged her (4ear ears4) to hear, to speak(4:4) but said, but prayed again:
— Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. The
old wretch. That night in the Antient Concert Rooms.
She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a sip, sipped(4,4) sweet tea.
— Here he was, Miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. (4Huf! Huf! Hufa! Hufa!4)
(4A shrill Shrill4) shriek of laughter (4flew sprang4) from Miss Kennedy's throat. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered (4imperthnthn4) like a snout in quest.
— O! shrieking, (4miss Miss4) Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle (4eyes eye4)?
Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, shouting:
— And your other eye!
Bloom's dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Why do I
always always think4)
Figather? Gathering figs(4,4) I think. And Prosper Loré's huguenot name. By Bassi's blessed virgins (4his Bloom's4) dark eyes went by. (4Comely and whiterobed Bluerobed, white under4), come to me. God they believe she is(4,: or4) goddess (4I mean4). Those (4I saw today. I could not see4). That fellow (4that4) spoke (4to me,. A4) student. (4After with Dedalus' sonº. He might be Mulligan. All comely virgins.4) That brings (4the those rakes of4) fellows in(4,: her white4) (4the rakes, he who he4).
(4⇒4) By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.
In a giggling peal young (4goldbronze4) voices blended, Douce with Kennedy(4. You your4) other eye. They threw (4their young4) heads back, bronze (4and gold by gold4), to let (4free fly freefly4) their laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each other, high piercing notes.
(4Panting Ah, panting4), sighing, sighing, (4ah,4) fordone(4,4) their mirth died down.
Miss Kennedy (4touched lipped4) her cup again, raised, drank a sip. Miss Douce, bending (4again4) over the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Again Miss Kennedy, stooping her fair pinnacles of hair, stooping, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing(4, with4) choking, crying:
— O greasy eyes! Imagine being married to a man like that(4!,4) she cried. (4The With his4) bit of beard!
Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell, a full yell of (4a full4) woman, delight, joy, indignation.
— Married to the greasy nose! she yelled.
Shrill, with deep laughter, after(4, gold after bronze bronze in gold4), they urged each (4other each4) to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold(4,4) goldbronze, (4shrill deep shrilldeep4), to laughter after laughter. And then laughed more. Greasy I knows. Exhausted, breathless(4,4) their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed against the counterledge. All flushed (O!), panting, sweating (O!), all breathless.
Married to Bloom, to
— O saints above! Miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I wished I hadn't laughed so much. I feel all wet.
— O, (4miss Miss4) Douce! (4miss Miss4) Kennedy protested. You horrid thing!
And flushed yet more, (you horrid!)(4,4) more goldenly.
By Cantwell's offices (4walked roving Bloom roved Greaseabloom4), by Ceppi's virgins, bright of (4their4) oils. Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling (4at doors 4). Religion pays. Must see him (4for that about Keyes's4) par. Eat first. I want. Not yet. At four, she said. Time ever passing. Clockhands turning. On. Where eat? The Clarence, Dolphin. On. For Raoul. Eat. If I (4make net4) five guineas with those ads. (4The violet silk petticoats.4) Not yet. The sweets of sin.
Flushed less, still less, goldenly paled.
Into (4the their4) bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.
— O(4,4) welcome back, (4miss Miss4) Douce.
He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?
He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.
— Gorgeous, she said. Look at the holy show I am. Lying out on the strand all day.
(4Comely virgins. That brings the rakes in.4) (4Her Bronze4) whiteness.
— That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus told her and (4shook his head pressed her hand4) indulgently. Tempting poor simple males.
Miss Douce of satin (4pulled douced4) her arm away.
— O go away(4!,4) she said. I'm sure you're very simple.
— Well now(4,4) I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.
— Yes, I don't think, (4miss Miss4) Douce made answer. And what did the doctor order today?
— Well now, he mused, whatever you say yourself. I think I'll trouble you for some fresh water and a half glass of whisky.
— With the greatest alacrity, (4miss Miss4) Douce agreed.
With grace of alacrity towards the mirror she turned
With4) grace she
tapped a measure of gold whisky from her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of
his coat Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes.
— By Jove, he mused(4,.4) I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must be a great tonic in the air down there. But a long threatening comes at last, they say. (4Yes. Yes. Yes, yes.4)
Yes. He fingered shreds into the bowl. Chips. Shreds. Musing. Mute.
None (4nought not4) said nothing. Yes.
Gaily (4miss Miss4) Douce polished a tumbler, trilling:
— O, Idolores, queen of the eastern seas(4.!º4)
— Was Mr Lidwell in today?
In came Lenehan. Round him peered Lenehan. Mr Bloom reached Essex (4Bridge bridge4). Yes, (4Yessex bridge.4) Mr Bloom crossed bridge (4of Yessex.4) To Martha I must write. Buy paper. Daly's. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is on the rye.
— He was in at lunchtime,
Miss4) Douce said.
Lenehan came forward.
— Was Mr Boylan looking for me?
He asked. She answered:
— Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs?
She asked. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, (4her a second4) teacup poised, her gaze upon (4her a4) page:
— No. He was not.
Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard(4,4) not seen, read on. Lenehan round the sandwichbell wound his round body (4round4).
— Peep! Who's in the corner?
No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind her stops. To read only the black ones(4. Round: round4) o and crooked ess.
Jingle jaunty jingle.
Girlgold she read and did not glance. Take no notice. She took no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, plappering flatly:
— (4ah Ah4) fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork(4:4) (4will Will4) you put your bill down inn my (4throat troath4) and pull (4up upp4) ah bone?
He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned (4to her tea4) aside.
He sighed(4,4) aside:
— (4ah Ah4) me! O my!
He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.
— Greetings from the famous son of a famous father.
— Who may he be? Mr Dedalus asked.
Lenehan opened most genial arms. Who?
— Can you ask? he asked. Stephen, the youthful bard.
Mr Dedalus(4, famous father,4) laid by his dry filled pipe.
— I see, he said. I didn't recognise him for the moment. I hear he is keeping very select company. Have you seen him lately?
— I quaffed the (4nectar bowl nectarbowl4) with him this very day, said Lenehan. In Mooney's en ville and in Mooney's sur mer. He had received the rhino for the labour of his muse.
He smiled at (4miss bronze Douce's bronze's teabathed lips, at4) listening (4eyes and lips: lips and eyes.4)
— The elite of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant (4scribe and4) editor and (4the that4) minstrel boy of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of the O'Madden Burke.
After an interval Mr Dedalus (4lifted raised4) his (4glass grog4) and (4drank4)
— That must have been highly diverting,
said said he4). I see.
(4He see. He drank. Set down his glass.4)
He looked towards the (4door of the saloon saloon door4).
— I see you have moved the piano.
— The tuner was in today, (4miss Miss4) Douce replied, tuning it for the smoking concert and I never heard such an exquisite player.
— Is that a fact?
— Didn't he, (4miss Miss4) Kennedy? The real classical, you know. And blind too, poor fellow. Not twenty I'm sure he was.
— Is that a fact? Mr Dedalus said.
He drank and strayed away.
— So sad to look at his face, Miss Douce condoled.
God's curse(4. You on4) bitch's bastard.
Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. To the door of the (4bar and4) diningroom came bald Pat, came bothered Pat, came Pat, waiter of Ormond. Lager for diner. Lager without alacrity she served.
(4With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience for jingljaunty blazes boy.4)
in the saloon Mr Dedalus held up the piano lid and
Upholding the lid he
(who?)4) gazed in the
at the oblique triple
wires. He pressed
same who pressed indulgently her
pedalling a triple of
to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action.
Two sheets cream vellum paper(4,4) one reserve(4,4) two envelopes (4when I was in Wisdom Hely's wise4) Bloom (4bought in Daly's: in Daly's Henry Flower bought.4) (4Are you not happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo. Means something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is. Respectable girl meet after mass. Thanksº awfully muchly.4) (4and Wise Bloom4) eyed (4on the door4) a poster(4,4) a swaying mermaid smoking mid (4the nice4) waves(4, smoke. Smoke4) mermaids, (4the4) coolest whiff of all. (4Her hair astreaming. Lovelorn Hair streaming: lovelorn4). (4Man. For men. For some man. For Raoul.4) He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a (4jaunting car jauntingcar4). It is. (4Again.4) Third time. Coincidence.
Jingling (4on supple rubbers4) it jaunted from the bridge to Ormond quay. Follow. Risk it. Go quick. At four(4, she said4). (4Out after Near now. Out4).
— Twopence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.
— Aha … I was forgetting … Excuse(4. …4)
— And four.
(4At four she.4) Winsomely she smiled on Bloom. Bloo smi qui go. Ternoon. Think you're the only pebble on the beach. Does that to all. For men.
In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.
From the saloon a call came, long in dying.
was a tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he now
call again from the tuningfork Mr Dedalus struck and poised
lightly on the pianocase it purely throbbed, That he now poised that it
now throbbed. You hear? It throbbed, pure, purer,4) softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.
Pat paid for diner's popcorked bottle(4. And: and4) over tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with (4miss Miss4) Douce.
— The bright stars fade …
A voiceless song sang from within, singing:
(4⇐—4) (4The … the4) morn is breaking(4.4)
A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's leavetaking, (4life life's4), love's morn.
— The dewdrops pearl …
Lenehan's lips over the counter (4blew lisped4) a low whistle of decoy.
— But look this way, he said, rose of Castile.
Jingle jaunted by the curb and (4halted stopped4).
She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile(4: fretted,. Fretted4) forlorn, dreamily rose.
— Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.
She answered, slighting:
— Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.
(4Like lady, ladylike.4)
Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor (4as where4) he strode. (4Yes gold from anear by bronze from afar.4) Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him(4.:4)
— See the conquering hero comes.
Between the car and window (4of the bar, warily walking,4) went Bloom, (4catwalker unconquered hero4). See me he might. The seat he sat on(4. Warm: warm4). (4A Black wary4) hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.
— And I from thee …
— I heard you were round, said Blazes Boylan.
He touched to fair (4miss Miss4) Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She smiled on him. But (4bonze miss Douce sister bronze4) outsmiled her, preening for him her richer hair, (4her a4) bosom and a rose.
(4Smart4) Boylan bespoke potions.
— What's your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a (4sloe gin sloegin4) for me. Wire in yet?
Not yet. At four (4she he4). (4Who All4) said four(4?.4)
Cowley's red lugs and (4bulging Adam's4) apple in the door of the sheriff's office. Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond. Car waiting. Wait.
Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here.
Ormond?4) Best value in Dublin. (4Is that so?4) Diningroom. Sit tight there. See, not be seen. (4I think4) I'll join you. (4Best value in Dub. Is that so? Come on. Richie led on.4) (4⇑4) Bloom followed (4Goulding's legal4) bag. (4Dinner fit for a prince.4)
Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her (4satin4) arm, her bust(4.4)
— O! O! jerked Lenehan, gasping at (4easy each4) stretch. O!
But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.
— Why don't you grow? asked Blazes Boylan.
Shebronze, dealing from her (4oblique4) jar thick syrupy liquor for his lips, looked as it flowed (4for him (flower in his coat: who gave him?),4) and syrupped with her voice:
— Fine goods in small parcels.
That is to say(4. You know4) she. (4She poured neatly slow syrupy Neatly she poured slowsyrupy4) sloe.
— Here's fortune, Blazes said.
He pitched a broad coin down. (4Coin rang.4)
— Hold on, said Lenehan, till I …
— Fortune, he (4said wished4), lifting his bubbled ale.
— Sceptre will win in a canter, he said.
— I plunged a bit, said Boylan. Not on my own, you know. Fancy of a friend of mine.
Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at (4miss Miss4) Douce's lips that all but hummed, not shut, the oceansong her lips had trilled. Idolores. The eastern seas.
(4Clock whirred. Miss Kennedyº passed their way (flower, wonder who gave), bearing away teatray.4) (4Clockface Clock4) clacked.
(4She Miss Douce4) took (4his crown and Boylan's coin,4) struck boldly the cashregister. It clanged. Clock clacked(4.4) Fair one of Egypt(4, she4) teased and sorted in (4her the4) till(4. Look to the west he and4) hummed and handed (4Blazes Boylan ringing4) coins in change. (4Look to the west. A clack.4) For me. (4A clack4)
— What time is that? asked Blazes Boylan. Four(4.?4)
Lenehan, (4his small4) eyes ahunger on her (4bronze humming bust humming, bust ahumming,4) tugged Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve.
— Let's hear the time, he said.
The bag of Goulding, Colles, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat attending, a table near the door. Be near. At four. Has he forgotten? Perhaps a trick. Not come: whet appetite. I couldn't do. Wait, wait. Pat, waiter, waited.
(4Bronze sparkling eyes Sparkling bronze azure4) eyed (4Blazes Blazes'4) skyblue bow and eyes.
— Go on, pressed Lenehan. There's no-one. He never heard.
(4⇐—4) … to Flora's lips did hie
High, a high
pealed in the
Bronzedouce(4,4) communing with her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes.
— Please, please.
He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.
— I could not leave thee …
— Afterwits, (4said miss Miss4) Douce (4promised4) coyly.
— No, now, urged Lenehan. Sonnez la cloche! O do! There's no-one.
She looked. (4Quick.4) (4Other Miss Kenn4) out of earshot. (4And, sudden, Sudden4) bent. Two kindling faces watched her bend.
Quavering the chords strayed from the air, found it again, lost chord, and lost and found it(4,4) faltering.
— Go on! Do! Sonnez!
(4She Bending, she4) nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. Delayed. Taunted them still(4, bending, suspending,4) with wilful eyes.
Smack. She set free sudden in rebound her (4nipped4) elastic garter (4smack warm smackwarm4) against her (4warm, smackable4) a woman's(4,4) warmhosed thigh.
— La cloche! cried gleeful Lenehan. Trained by owner. No sawdust there.
She smilesmirked supercilious, (4(wept! aren't men?),4) but, (4gliding4) lightward (4gliding4), mild (4she smiled4) on (4Blazes: Boylan.4)
— You're the essence of vulgarity, she said (4in gliding4).
Boylan, eyed, (4eying, tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, eyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drankoffº his tiny,º chalice,4) sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. His spellbound eyes went (4after,4) after her gliding head as it went down the bar by mirrors, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a spiky shell, where it concerted(4, mirrored,4) bronze with sunnier bronze.
(4Yes, bronze from anearby.4)
(4⇐—4) … sweetheart, goodbye!
— I'm off, said Boylan (4with impatience4).
He slid his (4glass briskly chalice brisk4) away, (4gathered grasped4) his change.
— Wait a shake, (4cried begged4) Lenehan, drinking quickly. I wanted to tell you(4.4) Tom Rochford …
— Come on to blazes, (4said4) Blazes Boylan(4, going4).
Lenehan gulped to go.
— Got the horn or what? he said. Half a mo(4,.4) I'm coming.
He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the threshold, saluting (4forms,4) a bulky (4and with4) a slender (4form4).
— How do you do, Mr Dollard?
— Eh? How do? How do? Ben Dollard's vague bass
answered, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Alf
Bergan will speak to (4long John the long fellow4). We'll put a barleystraw in that (4Judas' Judas Iscariot's4) ear this time.
Sighing(4,4) Mr Dedalus came through the saloon, a finger soothing an eyelid.
— Hoho, we will, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. Come on, Simon(4. Give, give4) us a ditty. We heard the piano.
Bald Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Power for Richie. And
Bloom? Let me see. Four
warm4) this black
Course nerves a bit.4)
(is it?) heat. Let me see. Cider. Yes, bottle of cider.
— What's that? Mr Dedalus said. I was only vamping, man.
— Come on, come on, Ben Dollard called. Begone(4,4) dull care. Come, Bob.
He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them (hold that fellow with the: hold him now) into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool. His gouty paws plumped chords. Plumped, stopped abrupt.
Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered(4,4) he wanted Power and cider. Bronze by the window(4,4) watched, bronze from afar.
Jingle a tinkle jaunted.
Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He's off. Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the silent flowers. Jingling. He's gone. Jingle. Hear.
— Love and (4War war4), Ben, Mr Dedalus said. God be with old times.
Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind, smitten by sunlight. Gone. Pensive (who knows?), smitten (the smiting light)(4,4) she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord. She drew down pensive (why did he go so quick (4after when4) I?) about her bronze, (4about over4) the bar where bald stood by sister gold, inexquisite contrast, (4contrast inexquisite nonexquisite,4) slow cool (4dim4) seagreen sliding depth of shadow, eau de Nil.
— Poor old Goodwin was the pianist that night, Father Cowley reminded them. There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the (4Collard4) grand (4piano4).
— A symposium all his own, Mr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn't stop him. He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.
— God, do you remember? Ben bulky Dollard said, turning from the punished keyboard. And(4,4) by Japers(4,4) I had no wedding garment.
They laughed all three. He had no wed. They all three laughed. No wedding garment.
— Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said. Where's my pipe(4,4) by the way?
He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried two
Richie and Poldy4). And Father Cowley laughed again.
— I saved the situation, Ben, I think.
— You did, averred Ben Dollard. I remember those tight trousers too. That was a brilliant idea, Bob.
Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the situa. (4Tight trou. Brilliant ide.4)
— I knew he was on the rocks, he said. The wife was playing the piano
in the coffee palace on Saturdays (4for a veryº trifling consideration4) and who was it (4told me gave me the wheeze4) she was doing the other business. Do you remember? We had to search (4half all4) Holles street (4first to find them4) till the chap in Keogh's gave us the number. Remember?
Ben remembered, his broad visage wondering.
— By God(4,4) she had some (4splendid opera cloaks luxurious operacloaks4) and things there.
Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.
— Merrion square (4affairs style4). Balldresses, by God, and court dresses. He wouldn't take any money either. (4And costumes, by God.4) What? (4All kinds of … Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose.4) What? (4Doublets and trunk hose4) (4⇑4) (4Mr Dedalus nodded.4)
— Ay, ay, (4he said Mr Dedalus nodded4). Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions.
Jingle jaunted down the quays. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres.
Liver and bacon. Steak and kidney pie. Right, sir. Right(4,4) Pat.
Mrs Marion(4. Met met4) him pike hoses. Smell of burn(4. Of of4) Paul de Kock. Nice name he.
— What's this her name was? A buxom (4piece lassy4). Marion …(4?4)
— Yes. Is she alive?
— And kicking.
— She was a daughter of …
— Daughter of the regiment.
— Yes, begad. I remember the old (4drum major drummajor4).
Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after(4.4)
— Irish? I don't know, faith. Is she(4,4) Simon?
Puff after stiff, a puff, strong, savoury(4,4) crackling.
— Buccinator muscle is(4. …4) What?(4 …4) Bit rusty(4. …4) O, she is(4. …4) My Irish Molly, O.
He puffed a pungent plumy blast.
— From the rock of Gibraltar(4 …4) all the way.
They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two(4.,4) Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a queen, silent.
Pat served, uncovered dishes. Leopold cut
slices, streaky bacon
liverslices4). As said before he ate
with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding, Colles, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.
Bloom with Goulding, married in silence, ate. Dinners fit for princes.
By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip(4,4) on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, (4impatientsouled, boldsouled Boylan impatience, ardentbold4). Horn. Have you the? Horn. Have you the? Haw haw horn.
Over their voices Dollard (4basooned bassooned4) attack, booming over bombarding chords:
— When love absorbs my ardent soul. …
— War! War! cried Father Cowley. You're the warrior.
— So I am, Ben Dollard laughed.
He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.
— Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.
In (4bearded4) abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would.
— Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley added. Half time, Ben(4,.4) Amoroso ma non troppo. Let me there.
Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She passed a remark. It was indeed, first gentleman said, beautiful weather. They drank cool stout. Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going? And heard steel hoofs (4ring hoof ringhoof4) ring. No, she couldn't say. But it would be in the paper. O, she (4need not needn't4) trouble. No trouble. She waved about her outspread Independent, searching, the lord lieutenant, her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Too much trouble, first gentleman said (4it was4). O, not (4at all in the least4). Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by bronze heard iron steel.
…………… my ardent soul
I care not (4for or foror4) the morrow.
In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes.
and War Love and
war4) someone is. Ben
Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit for
concert. Trousers tight as a drum on him. Molly did laugh when he went out.
Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, kicking. With all his belongings
saints above, I'm drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never
that's what gives him the base barreltone. For instance eunuchs. Wonder
who's playing. Nice touch. Must be Cowley. Musical. Knows whatever note you
play. Bad breath he has, poor chap. Stopped.
Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave (4solicitor,4) George Lidwell, (4solicitor,4) gentleman, entering. Good afternoon. She gave her moist (4(a lady's), a lady's,4) hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon.
— Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.
George Lidwell, (4suave,4) solicited, held a Lydia's hand. (4⇑4) (4Jingle.4)
Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That chap in the Burton, gummy with gristle. (4Not many No-one4) here(4,:4) Goulding and I. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. Pat to and fro(4. Bald, bald4) Pat. Nothing to do. Best value in Dub.
Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together, mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Night we were in the box. (4Brasses Trombone4) under blowing like a grampus, (4other brass chap4) unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers(4,4) jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide them.
Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.
Only the harp. Lovely. Gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp that once (4or twice4). Cool hands. Ben Howth, the rhododendrons. We are their harps. I. He. Old(4, young. Young4).
— Ah, I couldn't, man, Mr Dedalus said, shy (4and,4) listless.
— Go on, blast you(4!,4) Ben Dollard growled. Get it out in bits.
— M'appari, Simon, Father Cowley said.
Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he sang to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. A headland, a ship, a sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the wind upon the headland, wind around her.
— M'appari tutt'amor
Il mio sguardo …
She waved, unhearing (4him Cowley4), her veil(4,4) to one departing, dear one, (4to wind,4) love, (4speeding sail,4) return.
— Go on, Simon.
— Ah, sure(4,4) my dancing days are done, Ben … Well(4. …4)
Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys.
— No, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Play it in the original. One flat.
The keys, obedient, rose higher, told, faltered, confessed, confused.
Up stage strode Father Cowley.
— Here, Simon(4,.4) I'll accompany you, he said. Get up.
By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Elvery's elephant (4jingly jingle4) jogged.
Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at meat fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Princes at meat they raised and drank(4,4) Power and cider.
Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: Sonambula. He heard Joe Maas sing that one night. (4Ah, what M'Guckin! Yes. In his way. Choirboy style. Maas was the boy. Massboy.4) (4That was a A4) lyrical tenor if you like. Never forget it. (4Never.4)
(4Bloom tenderly Tenderly Bloom4) over liverless bacon saw the (4tigthened face before him tightened features strain4). Backache (4he4). Bright's bright eye. Next item on the programme. Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Stave it off awhile. Sings too: Down among the dead men. Appropriate. Kidney pie. Sweets to the. Not making much hand of it. Best value in. Characteristic of him. Power. Particular about his drink. Fecking matches from counters to save. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. And when he's wanted not a farthing. Curious types.
Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived(4:,4) never. In the gods of the old (4Royal royal4) with little Peake. And when the first note.
Speech paused on Richie's lips.
Coming out with a whopper now. Rhapsodies about damn all. Believes his own lies. Does really. Wonderful liar.
— Which air is that? asked Leopold Bloom.
— All is lost now.
Richie cocked his lips (4upout apout4). A low incipient note sweet murmured: all. A thrush. A throstle. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. Is lost. Rich sound. Two notes in one there (4like that blackbird. Blackbird4) I heard in the hawthorn valley. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he whistled. Fall, surrender, lost.
ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase. Order. Yes, I remember.
Lovely air. In sleep she went to him. Innocence in the moon.
hold her back.4)
hold her back.4) Call name.
Touch water. Jingle jaunty. Too late. She longed to go. That's why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes: all is lost.
— A beautiful air, (4Bloom4) said (4Bloom lost Leopold4). I know it well.
Never in all his life had Richie Goulding.
He knows it well too. Or he feels. Wise child that knows her father, Dedalus said. Me?
Bloom askance over liverless saw. Face of the all is lost. Rollicking Richie once.
(4Old stale jokes Jokes old stale4) now. Wagging his ear. Napkinring in his eye.
Piano again. Sounds better than last time I heard. Tuned probably. Stopped again.
Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.
— With it, Simon.
— It, Simon.
— Ladies and gentlemen, I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations.
— It, Simon.
— I have no money but if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing to you of a heart bowed down.
By the sandwichbell in screening shadow(4,4) Lydia(4,4) her bronze and rose, a lady's grace, gave and withheld: (4and as4) in cool glaucous eau de Nil Mina to tankards (4two4) her pinnacles of gold.
The harping chords of prelude closed. A chord(4,4) longdrawn, expectant(4,4) drew a voice away.
— When first I saw that form endearing,
— Si Dedalus' voice, he said.
Bloom signed to Pat, bald Pat is a waiter hard of hearing, to set ajar the door of the bar. The door of the bar. So. That will do. Pat, waiter, waited to hear (4for he was4) hard of hear by the door.
— Sorrow from me seemed to depart.
Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, low, not rain, not leaves in
murmur, like no voice of strings or reeds or what do you call them
touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their each his remembered
lives. Good, good to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to from both depart when first they heard. When first they saw, lost Richie(4,4) Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the least her first merciful lovesoft word.
Love that is singing: love's old sweet song. Bloom unwound slowly the elastic band of his packet. Love's old sweet sonnez la gold. Bloom wound (4it in4) a skein round four forkfingers, stretched it, relaxed, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in octave: gyved them fast.
— Full of hope and all delighted(4. …4)
Tenors get women by the score. Jingle all delighted. He can't sing for tall hats. Your head it simply swurls. Perfumed for him. What perfume does your wife? I want to know. (4Jingle Jing4). Stop. Knock. Last look at mirror always before she answers the door. The hall. There? How do you? I do well. There? What? Or? Phial of cachous(4,4) kissing comfits(4,4) in her satchel. Yes? (4Hand Hands4) felt for the opulent.
Alas(4!4) (4the The4) voice rose, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud.
— But alas, 'twas idle dreaming …
Glorious tone he has still. Silly man! Could have made oceans of money. Wore out his wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he doesn't break down. Drink. Nerves overstrung. (4Singers must Must4) be abstemious (4to sing4).
Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling(4,.º4) (4full Full4) it throbbed. That's the chat. Ha, give! Take! Throb, a throb, a pulsing proud erect.
Words? Music? No: it's what's behind.
Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.
Bloom. Flood of warm (4jamjam jimjam4) lickitup secretness flowed to flow (4out4) in music (4out4), in desire, dark to lick flow(4,4) invading. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. Now! Language of love.
— … ray of hope (4is4) …
Beaming. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse unsqueaked a cork.
Martha it is. Coincidence. Just going to write. Lionel's song. Lovely
name you have. Can't write. Accept my little pres. She's a. I called you naughty boy. Still the name: Martha. How strange(4.! Today.4)
The voice (4of Lionel4) returned, weaker but unwearied. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to wait. How first he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to part, how look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart.
Wish I could see his face, though. Explain better. Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass.
— Each graceful look …
her at Mat Dillon's in
Yellow, black lace she wore. Musical chairs. We two the last. Fate.
and round (4slow4). (4Slow. Quick. Round Quick round4). We (4two4). All looked. Halt. (4She Down she4) sat. (4Lips laughing.4) Yellow knees.
— Charmed my eye …
(4Then singing Singing4). Waiting she sang. I turned her music. Full voice of (4perfumes perfume4) of (4the what perfume does your4) lilactrees. Bosom I saw, both full, throat warbling. (4When first First4) I saw. She thanked me. Why did she me? (4Fate.4) Spanishy eyes. At me. Luring. Ah, alluring.
— Martha! Ah, Martha!
Quitting all langour (4he Lionel4) cried in grief, in cry of passion to love to return with deepening (4and yet with4) rising chords of harmony. In cry of (4lionel4) loneliness that she should know, must (4marthaº4) feel. For (4only4) her he waited. Where? Somewhere.
— Co-ome, thou lost one!
Co-ome, thou dear one!
Alone. One love. One hope. One comfort me. Martha, chestnote, return(4!.4)
— (4Come …! Come!4)
It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it
leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long
long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent,
high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the etherial
the (4high4) vast irradiation(4, high,4) everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness(4. …4)
— To me!
Come. Well sung. All clapped. She ought to. Come. To me, to him, to her, you too, me, us.
— Bravo(4.!4) Clapclap. Good man, Simon. Clappyclapclap. Encore! Clapclipclap (4clap4). Sound as a bell. Bravo, Simon(4.!4) Clapclopclap. Encore, enclap, said, cried, clapped all, Ben Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, Pat, Mina (4Kennedy4), two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, first gent with tank and bronze (4miss Miss4) Douce and gold (4miss Miss4) Mina.
Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor, said before. Jingle by (4monument monuments4) of sir John Gray, Horatio (4Nelson,4) onehandled (4adulterer Nelson4), reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted(4,4) as said (4before just now4). Atrot, in heat, heatseated. Cloche. Sonnez la. Cloche. Sonnez la. Slower the mare went up the hill by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Too slow for Boylan, (4Blazes blazes4) Boylan, impatience Boylan, (4jogged joggled4) the mare.
An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the air made richer.
And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two more tankards if she did not mind. (4She Miss Kennedy4) smirked, disserving, coral lips, at first, at second. She did not mind.
— Seven days in gaol, Ben Dollard said, on bread and water. Then you'd sing, Simon, like a garden thrush.
(4The singer Lionel4) Simon(4, singer,4) laughed. Father (4Bob4) Cowley played. Mina Kennedy served. Second gentleman paid. Tom Kernan strutted in. Lydia, admired, admired.
Richie, admiring, descanted on that man's glorious voice. He (4remembed remembered4) one night (4long ago4). Never forget that night. Si sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Good God he never heard in all his life a note like that he never did (4then false one we had better part then false one we had better part4) so clear so God he never heard (4since love lives not since love lives not4) a clinking voice (4lives not4) ask Lambert he can tell you too.
Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the night, Si in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame.
told him, Mr Bloom,
of the night(4,4) he, Richie, heard him, Si Dedalus(4,4) sing 'Twas rank and fame in his, Ned Lambert's, house.
Brothers-in-law(4. Relations: relations4). Rift in the lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more. The night Si sang. The human voice, two tiny silky (4chords, wonderful cords. Wonderful4), more than all (4the4) others.
That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It's in the silence (4after4) you feel you hear. Vibrations. Now silent air.
Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and, with slack fingers(4,4) plucked the slender catgut thong. He drew and plucked. It (4buzz, it4) twanged. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan, harking back in a retrospective (4sort of4) arrangement(4,4) talked to listening Father Cowley(4,4) who played a voluntary, who nodded as he played. While big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus(4,4) lighting, who nodded as he smoked, who smoked.
Thou lost one. All songs
that theme. Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Cruel it seems. Let people get
fond of each other: lure them on. Then tear asunder. Death. Explos. Knock on the
head. Outtohelloutofthat. Human life. Dignam. Ugh, that rat's tail
wriggling! Five bob I gave. Corpus paradisum. Corncrake
like a poisoned pup. Gone. They sing. Forgotten.
one day she with. Leave her: get tired. Suffer then. Snivel. Big
eyes goggling at nothing. Hair uncombed.
Yet too much happy bores. He stretched (4yet more,4) more. Are you not happy in your? Twang. It snapped.
Jingle into Dorset street.
Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.
— Don't make half so free, said she, till (4we are we're4) better acquainted.
George Lidwell told her really and truly: but she did not believe.
First gentleman told Mina that was so. She asked him was that so. And second tankard told her so. That that was so.
Miss Douce, (4miss Miss4) Lydia, did not believe: Miss Kennedy, Mina, did not believe: George Lidwell, no: (4miss Miss4) Dou did not: the first, the first: gent with the tank: believe, no, no: did not(4,4) (4miss Miss4) Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the tank.
Better write it here. Quills in the postoffice chewed and twisted.
Bald Pat(4,4) at a sign(4,4) drew nigh. A pen and ink. He went. A pad. He went. A pad to blot. He heard, deaf Pat.
— Yes, Mr Bloom said, teasing the curling catgut line. It certainly is.
Few lines will do. My present. All that Italian florid music is. Who is this wrote? Know the name you know better. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope(4. Unconcerned: unconcerned4). It's so characteristic.
— Grandest number in the whole opera, Goulding said.
— It is, Bloom said.
Numbers it is. All (4sounds music4) when you come to think. Two multiplied by two divided by half(4. Two4) is twice one. Vibrations(4. Chords: chords4) those are. One plus two plus six is seven. Do anything you like with figures(4, juggle about juggling4). Always find out this equal to that(4.,4) Symmetry under a cemetery wall. He doesn't see my mourning. Callous(4. All: all4) for his own gut. Musemathematics. And you think you're listening to the etherial. But suppose you said it like: Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Fall quite flat. It's on account of the sounds it is.
Instance he's playing now. Might be what you like(4,4) till you hear the words. Want to listen sharp. Hard. Begin (4all right4): then hear chords a bit off: feel lost a bit. Time makes the tune. Question of mood you're in. Still always nice to hear. Except scales up and down, girls learning. Milly no taste. Queer because we both(4,4) I mean. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that.
Bald deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Pat set with ink pen quite flat pad. Pat took plate dish knife fork. Pat went.
It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a boy in
Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles. Queenstown
harbour full of Italian ships. Walking, you know, Ben, in the moonlight with those earthquake hats. Blending their voices. God, such music, Ben. Heard as a boy.
Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that (4sang cooed4) a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, a call from afar, replying.
Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's(4,4) your other eye, scanning for where did I see that. Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick (4A4). Heigho! Heigho! Fawcett. Aha! Just I was looking(4. …4)
Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat.
his Freeman unfurled He held unfurled
write Greek ees
Bloom dipped, Bloom mur: dear sir.
Henry4) wrote: dear
Mady. Got your
and flower. Hell did I put? Some pock or oth. It is utterly imposs.
imposs4). To write today.
Bore this. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought.
On. Know what I mean. No, change that ee. (4Accep Accept4) my poor (4litt. little4) pres enclos. Hold on. Five Dig. Two (4here bout about here4). Penny the (4birds gulls4). Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne's. Is eight about. Say half a crown. My poor little pres(4. (P.O. 2/6): p.o. two and six.4) Write me a long. Do you despise? (4Jinglejingle Jingle4), have you the? So excited. Why do you call me naught. You naughty too? O, Mairy lost the (4string pin4) of her. Bye for today. Yes, yes, will tell you. Want to. (4To keep it up.4) Call me that other. Other world she wrote. My patience (4is are4) exhaust. (4To keep it up.4) You must believe. Believe. The tank. (4It's true It. Is. True4).
Folly am I writing(4.?4) Husbands don't. That's marriage does(4. Their, their4) wives. Because I'm away from. Suppose. But how? She must. Keep young. If she found out. Card in my (4hat. High high4) grade ha. No, (4never not4) tell all. (4Only useless Useless4) pain. (4If they don't see.4) Woman. Sauce for the gander.
A hackney car, number three hundred and (4twenty four twentyfour4), (4driver Barton James of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook,4) on which sat a fare, a young (4gentleman,4) stylishly dressed in (4blue an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay,4) (4gentleman and4) wearing a straw hat (4very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter.4) (4of a bland complexion, age about thirty years. See? Eh?4) This is the jingle that joggled and jingled. (4Past By4) Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath (4Netaim forcemeat,4) trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.
— Answering an ad? keen Richie's (4eye eyes4) asked Bloom.
— Yes, Mr Bloom said. Town traveller. Nothing doing, I expect.
Bloom mur: best
wrote. It Henry wrote:
it4) will excite me.
You know how. In haste. Henry.
Better add postscript. What is he playing now?
P.S. The rum tum tum. How will you pun? You punish me? Crooked skirt swinging,
whack by. Tell me I want to. Know. O. Course if I didn't I wouldn't
ask. La la la ree. Trails off there sad in minor. Why
minor sad(4.?4) Sign H. They like sad tail at end. (4La la la ree dee.4) P.P.S. (4La la la ree.4) I feel so sad today. (4Ree dee La ree4). So lonely. (4Dee.4)
He blotted quick on pad of Pat. (4Envelope Envel4). Address. Just copy out of paper. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. (4And Henry4) wrote:
Miss Martha Clifford
c/o (4Post Office P.O.4)
Dolphin's (4Barn Lane barn lane4)
Blot over the other so he can't read. (4There.4) Right. Idea (4for4) prize titbit. Something detective read off blottingpad. Payment at the rate of guinea per col. Matcham often thinks (4the laughing witch4). Poor Mrs Purefoy. (4U. P U. pº4): up.
Too poetical that about the sad. Music did that. Music hath charms. (4Shakespeare said. Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be. Wisdom while you wait.
In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is all. One body. Do. But do.4)
(4⇒4) Done anyhow. Postal order, stamp. Post office lower down. Walk now. Enough. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them. Dislike that job. (4Visiting house House4) of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn't hear.
(4About Car near4) there now. Talk. Talk. Pat! Doesn't. Settling those napkins. Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Wish they'd sing more. Keep my mind off.
Bald Pat(4,4) who is bothered(4,4) settled the napkins. Pat is a waiter hard of his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits while you wait. While you wait(4. If if4) you wait(4. He he4) will wait(4. While while4) you wait. Hee hee hee hee. Wait while you wait.
(4Douce now. Douce Lydia. Bronze and rose.4)
(4Miss Douce, requested, served the same again.4) She had a gorgeous(4, simply gorgeous,4) time. (4Simply gorgeous.4) (4That And look at the4) lovely shell she brought.
(4⇒4) To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he, George Lidwell, solicitor(4,4) might hear(4:.4)
— Listen! she bade him.
Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. The husband took him by the throat. (4Scoundrel Scoundrel4), said he(4,.4) (4you'll sing no more lovesongs You'll sing no more lovesongs4). He did, (4faith,4) sir Tom. Bob Cowley wove. Tenors get wom. Cowley lay back.
Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard. Wonderful.
She held it to her own(4. And and4) through the sifted light pale gold in contrast glided. To hear.
Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard more faintly that that they heard, each for herself alone, then each for other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a silent roar.
Bronze by a weary gold, anear, afar, they listened.
Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there. Been to the seaside. Lovely seaside girls. Skin (4all tanned4) raw. Should have put on coldcream first make it brown. Buttered toast. (4O and that lotion mustn't forget.4) Fever near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over(4,:4) shell with seaweed. Why do they hide their ears with (4seaweed4) hair. And Turks (4the their4) mouth, why(4.?4) Her eyes over the sheet(4. Yashmak, a yashmak4). Find the way in. A cave. No admittance except on business.
The sea they think they hear. Singing(4, a. A4) roar. The blood it is. Souse in the (4ears ear4) sometimes. Well, it's a sea. Corpuscle islands.
Wonderful really. So distinct. Again. George Lidwell held its murmur, hearing: then laid it by, gently.
— What are the wild waves saying? he asked her, smiled.
Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.
By Larry O'Rourke's, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and Boylan turned.
From the forsaken shell Miss Mina glided to her (4tankards tankard4) waiting. (4no No4), she was not so lonely archly Miss Douce's head let (4Mr4) Lidwell know. (4Walking Walks4) in the moonlight by the sea. (4Not No4), not alone. With whom? She nobly answered: with a gentleman friend.
Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The landlord has the prior. A little time. Long John. Big Ben. Lightly he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends. One: (4one, one,4) one, one, one: two, one, three, four.
Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows(4,4) lowing, the cattle market, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. There's music everywhere. Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. No, that's noise. Minuet of (4Don Giovanni Don Giovanni4) he's playing now. Court dresses (4of all descriptions4) in castle (4chamber chambers4) dancing. Misery. Peasants outside. Green starving faces eating dockleaves. Nice that is. Look: look, look, look, look, look: you look at us.
That's joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other joy. But both are joys. Yes, joy it must be. Mere fact of music shows you are. Often thought she was in (4the4) dumps till she began to lilt. Then know.
M'Coy valise. My wife
got and your
wife4). Squealing cat.
est homo quis est
Mercadante. My ear against the wall to hear. Want a woman who can deliver the goods.
(4Jig jog Jog jig jogged4) stopped. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan came to earth.
O, look we are so! Chamber music. Could make a (4kind of4) pun (4of on4) that. 'Tis kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is. Tinkling. Because the acoustics(4,4) the resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the law of falling water. Like those rhapsodies of (4Liszt Liszt's4), Hungarian(4,4) gipsyeyed. Pearls. Drops. Rain. (4Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleoodle Diddle iddle addle addle oodle oodle4). (4Hissss Hiss4). Now. Maybe now. Before.
One rapped on a door, one tapped with a knock, did he knock Paul de Kock(4,4) with a loud proud knocker(4,4) with a cock carracarracarra cock. Cockcock.
— (4Qui sdegno Qui sdegno4), Ben, said Father Cowley(4.4)
— No, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. The Croppy Boy. Our native Doric(4.4)
— Ay do, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. Good men and true.
— Do, do, they begged in one.
I'll go. Here, Pat. How much?
— What key? Six sharps?
— F sharp major, Ben Dollard said.
Bob Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords.
Must go (4prince4) Bloom told Richie (4prince4). No, Richie said. Yes, must. Got money somewhere. He's on for a razzle backache (4night spree4). (4How much. Much?4) One and nine. (4Here.4) Penny for yourself. Here. (4give Give4) him twopence tip. Deaf, bothered. (4Perhaps But perhaps4) he has (4wife and4) family waiting(4, waiting Patty4) come home. Hee hee hee hee. Deaf wait while they wait.
But wait. But hear. Chords dark. Lugugugubrious. Low. In a cave of the dark middle earth. Embedded ore. Lumpmusic.
The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach, called on good men and true. The priest he sought. With him would he speak a word.
barreltone. Doing his
best to say it. Other comedown. Big ships' chandler's business he
once. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships' lanterns. Failed to the tune of ten
thousand pounds. Now in the Iveagh home. Cubicle number so and so. Number one Bass did that for him.
The priest's at home. A false priest's servant bade him welcome. Step in. The holy father. (4With bows a traitor servant.4) Curleques of chords.
Ruin (4them4). (4Wreck their lives.4) Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die.
The voice of warning, solemn warning, told them the youth had entered a lonely hall, told them how solemn fell his (4footfalls footstepsº4) there, told them the gloomy chamber, the vested priest sitting to (4hear shrive4).
Decent soul. Bit addled now. Thinks he'll win in Answers (4Poets' competition poets' picture puzzle4). Bird sitting hatching in a nest. (4Lay of the Last Minstrel, Lay of the last minstrel4) he thought it was. Good voice he has still. No eunuch yet with all his belongings.
Listen. Bloom listened. Richie Goulding listened. And by the door deaf Pat, bald Pat, tipped Pat, listened.
The chords harped slower.
The voice of penance and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous. Ben's contrite beard confessed(4. In: in4) nomine Domini(4,4) in God's name (4he. He4) knelt. He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.
Latin again. That holds them (4fast like birdlime4). Priest with the communion corpus for those women. Chap in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, (4corpus nomine corpusnomine4). Wonder where that rat is (4by4) now. Scrape.
They listened(4. Tankards: tankards4) and Miss Kennedy(4.,4) George Lidwell(4,4) eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin(4.,º4) Kernan(4.,4) Si.
The sighing voice of sorrow sang. His sins. Since Easter he had cursed three times. (4You bitch's bast.4) (4Once And once4) at masstime he had gone to play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he had not prayed. A boy. A croppy boy.
Bronze, listening(4,4) by the beerpull(4,4) gazed far away. Soulfully. Doesn't half know I'm. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking.
Bronze gazed far sideways. Mirror there. Is that best side of her face(4.?4) They always know. Knock at the door. Last (4touch tip4) to titivate.
What do they think
when they hear music. Way to catch rattlesnakes. Night Michael Gunn gave us the
box. Tuning up. Shah of Persia liked that best
his nose in curtain too. Custom his country perhaps. That's music too. Tootling.
Brasses braying. Doublebasses helpless(4,4) gashes in their sides. Woodwinds mooing cows. Woodwind like Goodwin's name.
She looked fine. Her crocus dress she wore(4,4) lowcut, belongings on show. Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question. Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa's. Hypnotised, listening. Eyes like that. She bent. Chap in (4dress circle dresscircle.4) staring down into her with his (4opera glass operaglass for all he was worth4). Met him pike hoses. Philosophy. (4O rocks!4)
All gone. All fallen. At the siege of Ross his father, at Gorey all his brothers fell. To Wexford, we are the boys of Wexford, he would. Last of his name and race.
I too(4. Last, last4) of my race. Milly young student. Well, my fault perhaps. No son. Rudy (4gone4). Too late now. Or if not? If not? If still?
He bore no hate.
Hate. Love. Those are names. Rudy. Soon I am old.
Big Ben his voice unfolded. Great voice Richie Goulding said, a flush struggling in his pale, to Bloom(4,4) soon old(4. But but4) when was young(4?.4)
Ireland comes now. My country above the king. She listens. Time to be (4going shoving4). Looked enough.
— (4Bless me, father Bless me, father4), (4Ben4) Dollard the croppy cried. Bless me (4and let me go and let me go4).
Bloom looked(4, unblessed to go4). Got up to kill(4. On: on4) eighteen bob a week. Fellows shell out the dibs. (4Moonlit walks by the sad sea waves.4) Want to keep your (4weather eye weathereye4) open. Those girls, those lovely. Chorusgirl's romance. Letters read out (4in court4) for breach of promise. From (4chickabiddy's owny Chickabiddy's own4) Mumpsypum. Laughter in court. Henry. The lovely name you (4have4).
Low sank the music, air and words. Then hastened. The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock. A yeoman captain. They know it all (4before by heart4). The thrill they itch for. Yeoman cap.
Thrilled(4,4) she listened, bending in sympathy to hear.
Blank face. Virgin should
or fingered only. Write something on it: page. If not what becomes of
Keeps them young. Even admire themselves. See. Play on her. Lip blow. Body of
white woman, a flute alive. Blow gentle. Loud. Three
all women. Goddess I didn't see.
They want it(4. Not: not4) too much polite. That's why he gets them. Gold in your pocket, brass in your face. (4Say something. Make her hear.4) With look to look(4. Songs: songs4) without words. Molly(4,4) that hurdygurdy boy. She knew he meant the monkey was sick. Understand animals too that way. Gift of nature.
(4⇒4) (4ventriloquise Ventriloquise4). My lips closed. Think in my stom. What?
Will? You? I. Want. You. To.
With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed(4, swelling. Swelling4) in (4apoplect apoplectic bitch's bastard4). A good thought, boy, to come. One hour's your time to live, your last.
(4The thrill Thrill now4). Pity they feel. For all things dying, (4dead:4) for all things born. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Hope she's over. Because their wombs.
A liquid of (4womb of4) woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. See real beauty of the eye when she not speaks. On yonder river. At each slow (4heaving4) satiny (4heaving4) bosom's wave (her heaving embon) red rose rose slowly(4,4) sank red rose. Heartbeats: her breath: breath that is life. And all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair.
But look. The bright stars fade. O rose(4.!4) Castile. The morn.
Ha. Lidwell that is. For him (4then she, not then, not for4) me (4she4). His eyes infatuated. (4I like that?4) See her from here though. Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties.
On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia hand(4,4) lightly, plumply, leave it to my hands. All lost in pity (4for croppy4). Fro, to(4,:4) to, fro(4,:4) over the polished knob (she knows (4my his4) eyes, (4his my4) eyes, her eyes) her thumb and finger passed in pity: passed, (4reposed repassed4) and, gently touching, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring.
With a cock with a carra(4.4)
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I hold this house. Amen. He gnashed in fury. Traitors swing.
The chords consented. (4Sadly Very sad thing4). (4It But4) had to be.
Get out before the end. Pass by her. (4Can leave that Freeman.4) Letter I have. Suppose she were the? No. Walk, walk, walk (4somewhere4).
Well, I must be. Are you off? Yes. Bloom stood up. Soap feeling rather
have sweated behind: music.º That lotion,
remember.4) Well, so
long. High grade. Card
By deaf Pat in the doorway(4,4) straining ear(4,4) Bloom passed.
At Geneva barrack that young man died. At Passage was his body laid. The voice of the mournful chanter called to prayer.
By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely Bloom.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe a prayer, drop a
tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.
Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway heard (4the4) growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. (4All General chorus4) off for a swill to wash it down. Glad I avoided.
— Come on, Ben, Simon Dedalus (4cried said4). By God, you're as good as ever you were.
— Better, said Tomgin Kernan. Most masterly rendition of that ballad(4,4) upon my soul and honour it is.
— Lablache, (4Bob Cowley said said Father Cowley4).
Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar, mightily praisefed and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the air.
Big Benaben Dollard. Big Benben. Big Benben.
And deepmoved all, Simon trumping compassion from his nose, all laughing(4,4) they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, in right good cheer.
— You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said.
Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.
— He is, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. He has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his person.
— Fat of death, Simon, Ben Dollard growled.
Richie (4rift in the lute4) alone sat(4.:4) Goulding, Colles, Ward. Uncertainly he waited. (4Deaf Unpaid4) Pat too.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.
— Mr Dollard, they murmured low.
— Dollard, murmured tankard.
(4Tank one believed: Miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll: the tank.4)
He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him, that is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollard, was it? Dollard, yes.
Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard. He sang that song lovely, (4Mina4) murmured (4Mina4). (4Mr Dollard.4) (4And And4) (4The Last Rose of Summer The last rose of summer4) was a lovely song. Mina loved that song. Tankard loved the song that Mina.
'Tis the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside.
Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. Postoffice near Reuben J's
eightpence too4). Get
shut of it. Dodge round by Greek street. Wish I hadn't
promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your nerves. Beerpull. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth. That rules the world.
(4⇒4) Far. Far. Far. Far.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
(4Leopold Bloom walked up the quay Leopold Bloom with letter for Mady, naughty Henry, with sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses went Poldy on.4)
Tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tapping(4,4) tap by tap.
Cowley, he stuns himself with it: kind of drunkenness. Instance enthusiasts. All ears. Not lose a semidemiquaver. Eyes shut. Head nodding in time. Dotty. (4Daren't You daren't4) budge. Thinking strictly (4forbidden prohibited4). Always talking shop. (4Fiddle faddle Fiddlefaddle4) about notes.
All a kind of attempt to talk. Unpleasant when it stops because you (4don't never4) know exac. Organ in Gardiner street. Old Glynn (4fifty quid a year4). Queer up there in the cockloft(4,4) alone(4,4) with stops and (4locks and4) keys. Maunder on for hours(4., talking to himself or the other fellow,4) (4Blow blowing4) the bellows. Growl angry, then shriek cursing (want to have wadding or something in his (4ears no don't she cried4))(4,4) then all of a soft sudden wee little wee little pipey wind.
Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom's little wee.
— Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. I was with him (4this morning4) at poor little Paddy Dignam's (4funeral this morning. …4)
fellow the Lord have mercy on
— By the bye there's a (4tuning fork tuningfork4) in there on the …
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
— The wife has a fine voice. Or had. What? (4Lidwell asked.4)
— O, that must be the tuner, Lydia said (4to Simonlionel first I saw4), (4that4) forgot it when he was here.
Blind he was she told George Lidwell (4second I saw4). And played so exquisitely(4, treat to hear4). (4Exquisity Exquisite4) contrast: bronzelid(4,4) minagold.
— Shout! Ben Dollard shouted, pouring.
— 'lldo(4,!4) cried Father Cowley.
I feel I want …
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
— Very, Mr Dedalus said, staring hard at a headless sardine.
Under the sandwichbell lay on a bier of bread one last, one lonely(4, last sardine of summer4). Bloom alone.
— Very, he stared. The lower register(4,4) for choice.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Bloom went by Barry's. Wish I could. Wait. Twentyfour solicitors in that (4one4) house. (4Counted them.4) (4Goulding, Colles & Ward.4) Litigation. Love one another. Piles of parchment. (4Goulding, Colles, Ward.4)
But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. His vocation(4.:4) Mickey Rooney's band. Wonder how it first struck him. Sitting at home (4in armchair after pig's cheek and cabbage4) nursing it (4after dinner in the armchair4). Pom. Pompedy. Jolly for the wife. Asses' skins. Welt them through life, then wallop after death. Pom. Wallop. Seems to (4me be4) what you call yashmak or I mean kismet. Fate.
Tap. Tap. A stripling, blind, with a tapping cane(4,4) came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a mermaid(4,4) hair all streaming (4(but he couldn't see),4) blew whiffs of a mermaid (4(blind couldn't)4), (4smoke mermaids, mermaid,º4) coolest (4whiffs whiff4) of all.
Instruments. Even comb and
you can knock a tune out of. Molly in her shift in Lombard street west, hair
down. I suppose each kind of trade made its own, don't you
Hunter with a horn.
Have you the?
la. Cloche. Sonnez
la!4) Shepherd his
Policeman a whistle. All is lost now. Drum? Pompedy.
I know. Towncrier
John.4) Waken the
Dignam. Poor little
It is music. I mean(4,4) of course(4,4) it's all pom pom (4pompedy4) pom (4very much what they call da capo4). (4But still Still you can hear4).
I must really. Fff. Now if I did that at a banquet. (4Still it's Just a4) question of custom(4. The4) shah of Persia. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. All the same he must have been a bit (4stupid of an natural4) not to see it was a yeoman cap. (4Muffled up. Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown mackin.4) O, the whore of the lane!
A frowsy whore with black straw (4sailor4) hat askew came glazily in the day (4along the quay4) towards Mr Bloom. When first he saw that form endearing(4?.4) Yes, it is. I feel so lonely. Wet night in the lane. Off her beat here. What is she? Hope she. Psst! Any chance of your wash. Knew Molly. Had me decked. Stout lady does be with you in the brown costume. Put you off your stroke(4,4) that. Sees me, does she? Looks a fright in the day. Face like dip. Damn her(4.!4) O, well, she has to live (4like the rest4). Look in here.
In Lionel Marks's antique window Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged (4battered4) candlesticks (4melodeons melodeon4) oozing maggoty blowbags. Bargain(4,:4) six bob. Might learn to play. Cheap. Let her pass. Course everything is dear if you don't want it. That's what good salesman is. Make you buy what he wants to sell. She's passing now. Six bob.
Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund.
Near bronze from anear near gold from afar they (4stossed chinked4) their clinking glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of summer, rose of Castile. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a fifth(4.:4) Lidwell, Si Dedalus, Bob Cowley, Kernan and (4big Big4) Ben Dollard.
Tap. A youth entered a lonely (4Ormond4) hall.
Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's window. Robert Emmet's last words. Seven last words. Of (4Meyer beer Meyerbeer4) that is.
— True men like you men.
— Ay, ay, Ben(4.4)
— Will lift your glass with us.
Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He saw not
gold. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. He did not see.
Seabloom, (4greeseabloom greaseabloom4) viewed last words. Softly. (4When my country takes her place When my country takes her place among.4)
Must be the (4burgund bur4).
Fff(4!.4) Oo. Rrpr.
(4The nations of the earth. The nations of the earth.4) No-one behind. She's passed. (4Then and not till then. Then and not till then.4) Tram(4.4) (4kran Kran,4) kran(4,4) kran. Good oppor. Coming. Krandlkrankran. I'm sure it's the (4bur burgund4). (4Yes.4) One, two. (4Let my epitaph be. Let my epitaph be.4) (4Kraaaaaa Kraaaaaaaa4). (4Written. I have Written. I have4).