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Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of the
shavings and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up generally in
which he very badly needed. His (Stephen's) mind was not exactly what you
would call wandering but a bit unsteady and on his expressed desire for some
beverage to drink Mr
in view of the hour it was and there being no
pumpº of Vartry water available for their
let alone drinking
hit upon an
expedient by suggesting,
off the reel, the
propriety of the cabman's shelter, as it was called, hardly a stonesthrow
away near Butt
where they might hit upon some drinkables in the shape of a milk and soda or a
mineral. But how
to get there was the rub. For the nonce he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as
the duty plainly devolved upon him
to take some
measures on the subject he pondered suitable
ways and means
during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. So far as he could see he was rather
pale in the face
so that it occurred
to him as highly advisable to get a conveyance of some description which
in their then
of them being
particularly Stephen, always assuming that there was such a thing to be
found. Accordinglyº after a few such
as brushing,º in spite of his
to take up
after it had done
in the shaving line,º they both walked
together along Beaver
or, more properly,
as far as the farrier's and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of the livery
stables at the corner of Montgomery street where they made tracks to the left
Amiens streetº round by the corner of Dan
as he confidently
there was not a sign of a
Jehu plying for
hire anywhere to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some fellows
inside on the spree, outside the North Star
hotelu84) and there was no
symptom of its budging a quarter of an inch when Mr Bloom, who was
anything but a
hail it by emitting a kind of a whistle,
holding his arms arched over his head, twice.
This was a quandary but, bringing common senseº to bear on it, evidently there was nothing for it but put a good face on the matter and foot it which they accordingly did. So, bevelling around by Mullett'sº and the Signal House(u17,u84) which they shortly reached, they proceeded perforce in the direction of Amiens streetº railway terminus, Mr Bloom being handicapped by the circumstance that one of the back buttons of his trousers had, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way of all buttonsº though, entering thoroughly into the spirit of the thing, he heroically made light of the mischance. So as neither of them were particularly pressed for time, as it happened, and the temperature refreshing since it cleared up after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they dandered along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a fare or a jarvey. As it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer (u17happening happenedu84) to be returning (u17andºu84) the elder man recounted to his companion à propos of the incident his own truly miraculous escape of some little while back. They passed the main entrance of the Great Northern railway station, the starting point for Belfast, where of course all traffic was suspended at that late hour(u17,u84) and(u17,ºu84) passing the (u17back door backdooru84) of the morgue (a not very enticing locality, not to say gruesome to a degree, more especially at night)(u17,u84) ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in due course turned into Store streetº, famous for its C division police station. Between this point and the high(u17,u84) at present unlit(u17,u84) warehouses of Beresford (u17Place placeu84) Stephen thought to think of Ibsen, associated with Baird's(u17,u84) the stonecutter's(u17,ºu84) in his mind somehow in Talbot (u17Place placeu84), first turning on the right, while the other(u17,u84) who was acting as his fidus Achates(u17,ºu84) inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to where they were, the very palatable odour indeed of our daily bread, of all commodities of the public the primary and most indispensable. Bread, the staff of life, earn your bread, O tell me where is fancy bread(u17? At, atu84) Rourke's the baker's(u17,u84) it is said.
and, not to put too fine a point on it, not yet perfectly sober
who at all
eventsº was in complete possession of
his faculties, never
more so, in fact
sober, spoke a
word of caution re the dangers of
women of ill fame
and swell mobsmen,
which, barely permissible once in a
though not as a
habitual practice, was of the nature of a regular deathtrap for young
fellows of his age particularly if they had
habits under the
influence of liquor unless you knew a little
as even a fellow on
the broad of his back could administer a nasty kick if you didn't look
out. Highly providential was the appearance on the scene of
when Stephen was blissfully unconscious
but for that man in the gap
at the eleventh
finisu84) might have
been that he might have been a
candidate for the accident wardº or, failing that, the bridewell and an appearance in the court next day before Mr Tobias(u17,u84) or, he being the solicitor rather,º old Wall, he meant to say, or Mahonyº which simply spelt ruin for a chap when it got bruited about. The reason he mentioned the fact was that a lot of those policemen, whom he cordially disliked, were admittedly unscrupulous in the service of the Crown and, as Mr Bloom put it, recalling a case or two in the A (u17Division divisionu84) in Clanbrassil streetº, prepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. Never on the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the city, Pembroke roadº for example, the guardians of the law were well in evidence, the obvious reason being they were paid to protect the upper classes. Another thing he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any description(u17,u84) liable to go off at any time(u17,ºu84) which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any chance they fall out over anything. You frittered away your time, he very sensibly maintained, and health and also character besides which,º the squandermania of the thing, fast women of the demimonde ran away with a lot of £. s. d. into the bargain and the greatest danger of all was who you got drunk with though, touching the much vexed question of stimulants,º he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues (notably a good burgundy which he was a staunch believer in) still never beyond a certain point where he invariably drew the line as it simply led to trouble all round to say nothing of your being at the tender mercy of others practicallyº. Most of all he commented adversely on the desertion of Stephen by all his pubhunting confrères but one, a most glaring piece of ratting on the part of his brother medicos under all the circs.
— And that one was Judas, (u17said Stephen Stephen saidu84), who up to then had said nothing whatsoever of any kind.
Discussing these and kindred topics they made a beeline across the back of the Customhouse and passed under the Loop Line bridge whereº a brazier of coke burning in front of a sentrybox(u17,u84) or something like one(u17,u84) attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Stephen of his own accord stopped for no special reason to look at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the light emanating from the brazier he could just make out the darker figure of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the sentrybox. He began to remember that this had happened(u17,u84) or had been mentioned as having happened(u17,u84) before but it cost him no small effort before he remembered that he recognised in the sentry a quondamº friend of his father's, Gumley. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the pillars of the railway bridge.
— Someone saluted you, Mr Bloom said.
⇒(u17—u84) (u17Night! Night!u84)
started rather dizzily and stopped to
return the compliment. Mr Bloom(u17,u84) actuated by motives of inherent delicacy(u17,u84) inasmuchº as he always believed in minding his own business(u17,u84) moved off but nevertheless remained on the qui vive with just a shade of anxiety though not funkyish in the least. (u17Although Thoughu84) unusual in the Dublin area(u17,ºu84) he knew that it was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had next to nothing to live on to be about waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their head in some secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers of the Thames embankment category they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell swoop at a moment's notice, your money or your life, leaving you there to point a moral, gagged and garrotted.
Stephen, that is when the accosting figure came to close quarters, though he was not in anº over sober state himself(u17,u84) recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Lord John Corley(u17,u84) some called him(u17,u84) and his genealogy came about in this wise. He was the eldest son of (u17Inspector inspectoru84) Corley of the G (u17Division divisionu84), lately deceased, who had married a certain Katherine Brophy, the daughter of a Louth farmer. His grandfather(u17,u84) Patrick Michael Corley(u17,u84) of New Ross(u17,u84) had married the widow of a publican there whose maiden name had been Katherine (also) Talbot. Rumour had it(u17,u84) (u17(u84) though not proved(u17,)u84) that she descended from the house of the (u17Lords lordsu84) Talbot de Malahide(u17,u84) in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its kind and well worth seeing, her mother or aunt or some relative(u17, a woman, as the tale went, of extreme beauty,u84) had enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the washkitchen. This(u17,u84) therefore(u17,u84) was the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who now addressed Stephen was spoken of by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley.
Taking Stephen on one side he had the customary doleful ditty to tell. Not as much as a farthing to purchase a night's lodgings. His friends had all deserted him. Furthermore(u17,u84) he had a row with Lenehanº and called him to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a sprinkling of (u17a number ofu84) other uncalledfor expressions. He was out of a job and implored of Stephen to tell him where on God's earth he could get something, anything at all,º to do. No, it was the daughter of the mother in the washkitchen that was fostersister to the heir of the house or else they were connected through the mother in some way, both occurrences happening at the same time if the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish. Anyhow(u17,u84) he was all in.
— I wouldn't ask you(u17,u84) only, pursued he, on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the rocks.
There'll be a
or the next day,
Stephen told him,
in a boys'
school at Dalkey for a gentleman usher. Mr Garrett Deasy. Try it. You may mention my name.
— Ah, God, Corley replied, sure I couldn't teach in a school, man. I was never one of your bright ones, he added with a half laugh.º Got stuck twice in the junior at the (u17Christian Brothers christian brothersu84).
— I have no place to sleep myself, Stephen informed him.
Corley(u17,u84) at the first go-off(u17,u84) was inclined to suspect it was something to do with Stephen being fired out of his digs for bringing in a bloody tart off the street. There was a dosshouse in Marlborough streetº, Mrs Maloney's, but it was only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern streetº (which was distantly suggestive to the person addressed of friar Bacon) for a bob. He was starving too though he hadn't said a word about it.
Though this sort of thing went on every other night or very near it still Stephen's feelings got the better of him in a sense though he knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole(u17,u84) on a par with the others(u17,u84) was hardly deserving of much credence. However(u17,u84) haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco(u17,u84) (u17etcetera, etceterau84) as the Latin poet remarks(u17,u84) especially as luck would have it he got paid his screw after every middle of the month on the sixteenth which was the date of the month as a matter of fact though a good bit of the wherewithal was demolished. But the cream of the joke was nothing would get it out of Corley's head that he was living in affluence and hadn't a thing to do but hand out the needful (u17—.u84) (u17whereas Whereasu84). He put his hand in a pocket anyhow(u17,u84) not with the idea of finding any food there(u17,u84) but thinking he might lend him anything up to a bob or so in lieu so that he might endeavour at all events and get sufficient to eat(u17. But butu84) the result was in the negative for, to his chagrin, he found his cash missing. A few broken biscuits were all the result of his investigationº. He tried his hardest to recollect for the moment whether he had lost(u17,u84) as well he might have(u17,u84) or left(u17,u84) because in that contingency it was not a pleasant lookout, very much the reverse(u17,u84) in fact. He was altogether too fagged out to institute a thorough search though he tried to recollect. Aboutº biscuits he dimly remembered. Who now exactly gave them(u17, he wonderedu84) or where was(u17,u84) or did he buy(u17?.u84) However(u17,u84) in another pocket he came across what he surmised in the dark were pennies, erroneously(u17,u84) however, as it turned out.
— Those are halfcrowns, man, Corley corrected him.
And so in point of fact they turned out to be. Stephen (u17anyhowu84) lent him one of them.
— Thanks, Corley
you'reu84) a gentleman.
I'll pay you back
oneu84) time. Who's that
with you? I saw him a few times
in the Bleeding
Horse in Camden street with
the billsticker. You might put in a good word for us to get me taken on there.
I'd carry a sandwichboard only the girl in the office told me they're
full up for the next three weeks, man. God, you've to
book ahead, man,
you'd think it was for the Carl Rosa. I don't give a shite anyway so
long as I get a job,º even as a
Subsequently(u17,u84) being not quite so down in the mouth after the (u17two-and-six two and sixu84) he got(u17,u84) he informed Stephen about a fellow by the name of Bags Comisky that he said Stephen knew well out of Fullam's, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there(u17,u84) that used to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a little chap with a stutter the name of Tighe. Anyhow(u17,u84) he was lagged the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go with the constable.
Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of the corporation watchman's sentrybox(u17,u84) who(u17,u84) evidently a glutton for work, it struck him, was having a quiet forty winks for all intents and purposes on his own private account while Dublin slept. He threw an odd eye at the same time now and then at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other though where he was not in a position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. Being a levelheaded individual who could give points to not a few in point of shrewd observation(u17,u84) he also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally(u17,u84) testifying to a chronic impecuniosity. Probably he was one of his hangerson but for the matter of that it was merely a question of one preying on his nextdoor neighbour all round, in every deep, so to put it, a deeper depth and for the matter of that if the man in the street chanced to be in the dock himself penal servitude(u17,u84) with or without the option of a fine(u17,ºu84)would be a very rara avis altogether. In any case he had a consummate amount of cool assurance intercepting people at that hour of the night or morning. Pretty thick that was certainly.
The pair parted company and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom(u17,u84) who,º with his practised eye, was not without perceiving that he had succumbed to the blandiloquence of the other parasite. Alluding to the encounter he said, laughingly, Stephen, that is:
— (u17He's He isu84) down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named Boylan, a billsticker, to give him a job as a sandwichman.
At this intelligence, in which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the space of a half a second or so in the direction of a bucketdredgerº, rejoicing in the farfamed name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse (u17Quay quayu84) and quite possibly out of repair, whereupon he observed evasively:
— Everybody gets their own ration of luck, they say. Now you mention it his face was familiar to me. But(u17,u84) leaving that for the moment, how much did you part with, he queried, if I am not too inquisitive?
Half a crownu84), Stephen
responded. I daresay he needs it to sleep somewhere.
— Needs!º Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the least surprise at the intelligence, I can quite credit the assertion and I guarantee he invariably does. Everyone according to his needs (u17and oru84) everyone according to his deeds. But,º talking about things in general, where, added he with a smile, will you sleep yourself? Walking to Sandycove is out of the question (u17and. Andu84)(u17,u84) even supposing you did(u17,u84) you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row station. Simply fag out there for nothing. I don't mean to presume to dictate to you in the slightest degree but why did you leave your father's house?
— I met your respected father on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom diplomatically returned, todayº(u17,u84) in fact, or(u17,u84) to be strictly accurate, on yesterday. Where does he live at present? I gathered in the course of conversation that he had moved.
— I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen answered unconcernedly. Why?
— A gifted man, Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in more respects than one and a born raconteur if ever there was one. He takes great pride, quite (u17legitimately legitimateu84), out of you. You could go back(u17,u84) perhaps, he (u17hazarded hasardedu84), still thinking of the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row terminus when it was perfectly evident that the other two, Mulligan, that is, and that English tourist friend of his, who eventually euchred their third companion, were patently trying(u17,u84) as if the whole bally station belongedº to them(u17,u84) to give Stephen the slip in the confusion(u17, which they didu84).º
There was no response forthcoming to the suggestion(u17,u84) however, such as it was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his family hearth the last time he saw it(u17,u84) with his sister Dilly sitting by the ingle, her hair hanging down, waiting for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was in the sootcoated kettle to be done so that she and he could drink it with the (u17oatmeal water oatmealwateru84) for milk after the Friday herrings they had eaten at two a penny(u17,u84) with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the cat meanwhile under the mangle devouring a mess of eggshells and charred fish heads and bones on a square of brown paper,º in accordance with the third precept of the church to fast and abstain on the days commanded, it being quarter tense or(u17,u84) if not, ember days or something like that.
— No, Mr Bloom repeated again, I wouldn't personally
trust in that
of yours who contributes the
element, Dr Mulligan, as a
if I were in your shoes. He knows which side his bread is buttered on
thoughº in all probability
he never realised
what it is to be without regular meals. Of course you didn't notice as
much as I did but
occasion me the least surprise to learn that a
pinch of tobacco or some narcotic was put in your drink for some ulterior object.
He understood(u17,u84) however(u17,u84) from all he heard(u17,u84) that Dr Mulligan was a versatile allround man, by no means confined to medicine only, who was rapidly coming to the fore in his line and, if the report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the not too distant future as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his services in addition to which professional status his rescue of that man from certain drowning by artificial respiration and what they call first aid at Skerries, or Malahide was it?,º was, he was bound to admit, an exceedingly plucky deed which he could not too highly praise, so that frankly he was utterly at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be at the back of it except he put it down to sheer cussedness or jealousy, pure and simple.
The guarded glance of half solicitude(u17,u84) half curiosity(u17,u84) augmented by friendliness(u17,ºu84) which he gave at Stephen's at present morose expression of features did not throw a flood of light, none at all in fact(u17,u84) on the problem as to whether he had let himself be badly bamboozled(u17,u84) to judge by two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop(u17,u84) or(u17,u84) the other way about(u17,u84) saw through the affair(u17,u84) and(u17,u84) for some reason or other best known to himself(u17,u84) allowed matters to more or less (u17 ….u84) Grinding poverty did have that effect and he more than conjectured that, high educational abilities though he possessed, he experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet.
Adjacent to the men's public urinal theyº perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their vivacious language in a particularly animated way, there being some little differences between the parties.
— Puttanaº madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Ho ragione? Culo rotto!
— Intendiamoci. Mezzo sovrano più …(u17.u84)
— Farabutto! Mortacci sui!
⇒(u17—u84) (u17Ma ascolta! Cinque la testa più …u84)
Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an unpretentious
where, prior to
then, he had
the former having previously whispered to
the latter a few
hints anent the
said to be the once famous
Fitzharris, the invincible, though he
vouch for the actual facts whichº quite
possibly there was
not one vestige of
truth in. A few
moments later saw
our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corner
onlyº to be greeted by stares from the
decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other nondescript specimens
of the genus homo(u17,u84) already there engaged in eating and drinking(u17,u84) diversified by conversation(u17,u84) for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity.
— Now touching a cup of coffee, Mr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it occurs to me you ought to sample something in the shape of solid food, say(u17,u84) a roll of some description.
Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores(u17,u84) or whatever they were(u17,u84) after a cursory examinationº(u17,u84) turned their eyes, apparently dissatisfied, away(u17,u84) though one redbearded bibulous individual, portion of whose hair was greyish, a sailor(u17,u84) probably, still stared for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the floor. (u17⇑u84) Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech, he having just a bowing acquaintance with the language in dispute,º though, to be sure, rather in a quandary over voglio, remarked to his protégé in an audible tone of voice(u17,u84) (u17apropos à proposºu84) of the battle royal in the street which was still raging fast and furious:
— To fill the ear of a cow elephant. They were haggling over money.
— Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined pensively, at the inward reflection of there being more languages to start with than were absolutely necessary, it may be only the southern glamour that surrounds it.
The keeper of the shelter in the middle of this tête-à-tête put a boiling swimming cup of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the table and a rather antediluvian specimen of a bun, or so it seemed(u17, after. Afteru84) which he beat a retreat to his counter,º Mr Bloom determining to have a good square look at him later on so as not to appear to (u17 ….u84) (u17for Foru84) which reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his eyes while he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the cup of what was temporarily supposed to be called coffee gradually nearer him.
— Sounds are impostures, Stephen saidº after a pause of some little time(u17. Like, likeu84) names.º Cicero, Podmore. Napoleon, Mr Goodbody.º Jesus, Mr Doyle.º Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. What's in a name?
— Yes, to be sure, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Of course. Our name was changed too, he added, pushing the socalled roll across.
who had his weather eye on the
boarded Stephen, whom he had
singled out for
attention in particular, squarely by asking:
— And what might your name be?
— You know Simon Dedalus? he asked at length.
Mr Bloom was all at sea for a moment, seeing the others evidently eavesdropping too.
— He's Irish, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the same way and nodding. All Irish.
— All too Irish, Stephen rejoined.
As for Mr Bloom he could neither make head or tail of the whole business and he was just asking himself what possible connection when the sailor(u17,u84) of his own accord(u17,u84) turned to the other occupants of the shelter with the remark:
— I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his shoulder. The lefthandº dead shot.
Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional stammer and his gestures being also clumsy as it was still he did his best to explain.
— Bottlesº out there, say. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on the bottles. Cocks his gun over his shoulder. Aims.
He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye completely(u17, then. Thenu84) he screwed his features up somewayº sideways and glared out into the night with an unprepossessing cast of countenance.
The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there being still a further egg.
Eggº two evidently demolished, he nodded and winked, adding bloodthirstily:
A silence ensued till Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was for a marksmanship competition like the Bisley.
— Beg pardon, the sailor said.
— Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth.
— Why, the sailor replied, relaxing to a certain extent
under the magic influence of
diamond, it might be a matter of ten years. He
toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. I seen him do that in Stockholm.
— Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen unobtrusively.
— Murphy's my name, the sailor continued(u17,.u84) (u17W.B. D.B.u84) Murphy(u17,u84) of Carrigaloe. Know where that is?
— Queenstown Harbour, Stephen replied.
— That's right, the sailor said. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle. That's where I hails from. (u17I belongs there. That's where I hails from.u84) My little woman's down there. She's waiting for me, I know. For England, home and beauty. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, sailing about.
Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene (u17—,u84) the homecoming to the mariner's roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jonesº (u17—,u84) a rainy night with a blind moon. Across the world for a wife. Quite a number of stories there were on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a favourite and most trying declamation piece(u17,u84) by the way(u17,u84) of poor John Casey and a bit of perfect poetry in its own small way. Never about the runaway wife coming back, however much devoted to the absentee. The face at the window! Judge of his astonishment when he finallyº did breast the tape and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his affections. You little expected me but I've come to stay and make a fresh start. There she sits, a grasswidowº, at the selfsame fireside. Believes me dead, rockedº in the cradle of the deep. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as the case might be, the publican of the Crown and Anchor, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. No chair for father. Broo!º The wind! Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, (u17post mortem postmortemu84) child. With a high ro! and a randy ro! and my galloping tearing tandy(u17,u84) O! Bow to the inevitable. Grin and bear it. I remain with much love your brokenhearted husband(u17,u84) (u17W.B. D Bu84) Murphy.
The sailor, who scarcely seemed to be a Dublin resident, turned to one of the jarvies with the request:
— Thank you, the sailor said.
He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing(u17,u84) and with some slow stammers, proceeded:
We come up this
morning eleven o'clock. The
Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks. I shipped to get over.
Paid off this
afternoon. There's my
In confirmation of which statement he extricated from an inside pocket and handed to his neighbourº a not very cleanlooking folded document.
— You must have seen a fair share of the world, the keeper remarked, leaning on the counter.
— Why, the sailor answeredº upon reflection upon it, I've circumnavigated a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red Sea. I was in China and North America and South America. (u17We was chased by pirates one voyage.u84) I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. I was in Stockholm and the Black Sea, the Dardanelles(u17,u84) under Captain Dalton, the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. Gospodi pomilyouº. That's how the Russians prays.
— You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in a jarvey.
He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and, lodging it between his teeth, bit ferociously:º
— Khaan! Like that. And I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the livers of horses. Look here. Here they are. A friend of mine sent me.
He fumbled out a picture postcard from his inside pocket(u17,u84) which seemed to be in its way a species of repository(u17,u84) and pushed it along the table. The printed matter on it stated: Choza de Indios. Beni, Bolivia.
All focussed their attention (u17on atºu84) the scene exhibited, (u17atºu84) a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping(u17,u84) amid a swarm of infants (there must have been quite a score of them) outside some primitive shanties of osier.
— Chews coca all day (u17longu84), the communicative tarpaulin added . Stomachs like breadgraters. Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more children. See them (u17sittingu84) there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw.
— Know how to keep them off? he inquired genially.
Nobody volunteering a statement(u17,u84) he winked, saying:
Mr Bloom, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark. It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal,º Señor A(u17.ºu84) Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. There was no message evidently,º as he took particular notice.
Thoughº not an implicit
believer in the
narrated (or the eggsniping transaction for that matter
Tell and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana
on which occasion the
former's ball passed through the latter's hat)(u17,ºu84) having detected a discrepancy between his name (assuming he was the person he represented himself to be and not sailing under false colours after having boxed the compass on the strict q.t. somewhere)(u17,u84) and the fictitious addressee of the missive which made him nourish some suspicions of our friend's bona fides nevertheless it reminded him in a way of a longcherished plan he meant to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to say that he had ever travelled extensively to any great extent but he was at heart a born adventurer though by a trick of fate he had consistently remained a landlubber except you call going to Holyhead which was his longest. Martin Cunningham frequently said he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other eternally cropped up with the net result that the scheme fell through. But even suppose it did come to planking down the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was not so dear, purse permitting, a few guineas at the outsideº(u17,u84) considering the fare to Mullingar where he figured on going was five and six(u17,u84) there and back. The trip would benefit health on account of the bracing ozone and be in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially for a chap whose liver was out of order, seeing the different places along the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on(u17,u84) culminating in an instructive tour of the sights of the great metropolis, the spectacle of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would see the greatest improvement,º tower, abbey, wealth of Park (u17Lane laneu84) to renew acquaintance with. Another thing just struck him as a by no means bad notion was he might have a gaze around on the spot to see about trying to make arrangements about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate with mixed bathing and firstrate hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on, beautiful Bournemouth, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which might prove highly remunerative. Not, of course, with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the job, witness Mrs (u17C.P. C Pu84) M'Coy type (u17—u84) lend me your valise and I'll post you the ticket. No, something top notch, an all star Irish caste, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his own legal consort as leading lady as a sort of counterblast to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners, perfectly simple matter and he was quite sanguine of success, providing puffs in the local papers could be managed by some fellow with a bit of bounce who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure. But who? That was the rub.
being actually positive, it struck him
a great field
was to be opened up in the line of opening up new routes to
keep pace with the
times apropos of the
route which, it was
was once more on
departments with the usual quantity of red
tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. A great opportunity there certainly was for push and enterprise to meet the travelling needs of the public at large, the average man, i.e.(u17,ºu84) Brown, Robinson and Co.
It was a subject of regret and absurd as well on the face of it and no small blameº to our vaunted society that the man in the street, when the system really needed toning up, for (u17a theu84) matter of a couple of paltry pounds(u17,u84) was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead of being always (u17and everu84) cooped up since my old stick-in-the-mud took me for a wife. After all, hang it, they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it and merited a radical change of venue after the grind of city life in the summertime(u17,u84) for choice(u17,u84) when (u17Dame dameu84) Nature is at her spectacular best(u17,u84) constituting nothing short of a new lease of life. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the home island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering a plethora of attractions as well as a bracing tonic for the system in and around Dublin and its picturesque environsº even,º Poulaphouca(u17,u84) to which there was a (u17steam tram steamtramu84), but also farther away from the madding crowd(u17,u84) in Wicklow, rightly termed the garden of Ireland, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen(u17,u84) so long as it didn't come down, and in the wilds of Donegal where(u17,u84) if report spoke true(u17,u84) the coup d'œilº was exceedingly grand(u17,u84) though the lastnamed locality was not easily getatable so that the influx of visitors was not as yet all that it might be considering the signal benefits to be derived from it(u17,u84) while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a favourite haunt with all sorts and conditions of men(u17,u84) especially in the spring when young men's fancy, though it had its own toll of deaths by falling off the cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the way, on their left leg, it being only about three quarters of an hour's run from the pillar. Because of course uptodate tourist travelling was as yet merely in its infancy, so to speak, and the accommodationº left much to be desired. Interesting to fathom(u17,u84) it seemed to him(u17,u84) from a motive of curiosity(u17,u84) pure and simple, was whether it was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the two sides in fact. He turned back the other side of the card,º picture,º and passed it along to Stephen.
— I seen a Chinese one time, related the doughty narrator, that had little pills like putty and he put them in the water and they opened(u17,u84) and every pill was something different. One was a ship, another was a house, another was a flower. Cooks rats in your soup, he appetisingly added, the (u17Chinese chinksu84) does.
— In a knockingshop it was count of a tryon between two smugglers. Fellow hid behind a door, come up behind him. Like that. Prepare to meet your God,º says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.
His heavy glance(u17,u84) drowsily roaming about(u17,u84) kind of defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to.
— They're great for the cold steel, somebody who was evidently quite in the dark said for the benefit of them all. That was why they thought the park murders of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of them using knives.
At this remark(u17,u84) passed obviously in the spirit of where ignorance is bliss(u17,u84) Mr (u17Bloom B.u84) and Stephen, each in his own particular way, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in a religious silence of the strictly entre nous variety however, towards where Skin-the-Goat, alias the keeper, (u17not turning a hair,u84) was drawing spurts of liquid from his boiler affair. His inscrutable face(u17,u84) which was really a work of art, a perfect study in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he didn't understand one jot of what was going on. Funny, very(u17.!u84)
There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. One man was reading (u17by inu84) fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal(u17;,u84) another(u17,u84) the card with the natives choza de(u17;,u84) another(u17,u84) the seaman's discharge. Mr Bloom, so far as he was personally concerned, was just pondering in pensive mood. He vividly recollected when the occurrence alluded to took place as well as yesterday, (u17roughlyu84) some score of years previously(u17,u84) in the days of the land troubles(u17,u84) when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when he was just turned fifteen.º
— Ay, boss, the sailor broke in. Give us back them papers.
The request being complied with(u17,u84) he clawed them up with a scrape.
— Have you seen the (u17Rock rocku84) of Gibraltar? Mr Bloom inquired.
The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a way that might be read as yes, ay(u17,u84) or no.
— Ah, you've touched there too, Mr Bloom said, Europa point, thinking he had, in the hope that the rover might possibly by some reminiscences but he failed to do so, simply letting spurt a jet of spew into the sawdust, and shook his head with a sort of lazy scorn.
— What year would that be about? Mr
interrogatedu84). Can you recall the boats?
— I'm tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and ships. Salt junk all the time.
Tired(u17,u84) seemingly, he ceased. His questioner(u17,u84) perceiving that he was not likely to get a great deal of change out of such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the enormous dimensions of the water about the globe(u17.,u84) (u17Suffice sufficeu84) it to say that, as a casual glance at the map revealed, it covered fully three fourths of it and he fully realised accordingly what it meantº to rule the waves. On more than one occasion (u17—,u84) a dozen at the lowest (u17—,u84) near the North Bull at Dollymount he had remarked a superannuated old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the not particularly redolent sea on the wall, staring quite obliviouslyº at it and it at him, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new as someone somewhere sings. And it left him wondering why. Possibly he had tried to find out the secret for himself, floundering up and down the antipodes and all that sort of thing and over and under (u17—,u84) well, not exactly under (u17—,u84) tempting the fates. And the odds were twenty to nil there was really no secret about it at all. Nevertheless, without going into the minutiae of the business, the eloquent fact remained that the sea was there in all its glory and in the natural course of things somebody or other had to sail on it and fly in the face of providence though it merely went to show how people usually contrived to load that sort ofº onus on to the other fellow like the hell idea and the lottery and insuranceº which were run on identically the same lines so that for that very reason(u17,u84) if no other(u17,u84) lifeboat Sunday was a (u17very highlyu84) laudable institution to which the public at large, no matter where living(u17,u84) inland or seaside, as the case might be, having it brought home to them like that(u17,u84) should extend its gratitude also to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had to man the rigging and push off and out amid the elements(u17,u84) whatever the season(u17,u84) when duty called Ireland expects that every man and so onº and sometimes had a terrible time of it in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, liable to capsize at any moment(u17,u84) rounding which he once with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not to say stormy, weather.
— There was a fellow sailed with me in the Rover, the old seadog, himself a rover, proceeded, wentº ashore and took up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I've on me and he gave me an oilskin and that jackknife. I'm game for that job, shaving and brushup. I hate roaming about. There's my son now, Danny, run off to sea and his mother got him took in a draper's in Cork where he could be drawing easy money.
— What age is he? queried one hearer who,
by the way, seen
from the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the townclerk, away from the
carking cares of office, unwashed(u17,u84) of course(u17,u84) and in a seedy getup and aº strong suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage.
The Skibbereenºfather hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his two hands and scratched away at his chest on which was to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink(u17,u84) intended to represent an anchor.
— There was lice in that bunk in Bridgwater, he remarked,º sureº as nuts. I must get a wash tomorrow or next day. It's them black lads I objects to. I hate those buggers. (u17Sucks Sucku84) your blood dry, they does.
Seeing they were all looking at his chest(u17,u84) he accommodatinglyº dragged his shirt more open so that(u17,u84) on top of the timehonoured symbol of the mariner's hope and rest(u17,u84) they had a full view of the figure 16 and a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather.
— Tattoo, the exhibitor explained. That was done when we were lying becalmed off Odessa in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton. Fellow(u17,u84) the name of Antonio(u17,u84) done that. There he is himself, a Greek.
— Did it hurt much doing it? one asked the sailor.
— See here, he said, showing Antonio. There he is(u17,u84) cursing the mate. And there he is now, he added, theº same fellow, pulling the skin with his fingers, some special knack evidently, and he laughing at a yarn.
And in point of fact the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody(u17,u84) including Skin-the-Goat,º who this time stretched over.
He let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression of before.
— Eaten alive? a third asked the sailor.
— Ay, ay, sighed again the latter personage, more cheerily this time(u17,u84) with some sort of a half smile(u17,u84) for a brief duration only(u17,u84) in the direction of the questioner about the number. (u17Ate.u84) A Greek he was.
And then he added(u17,u84) with rather gallowsbird humour(u17,u84) considering his alleged end:
The face of a streetwalker(u17,u84) glazed and haggard under a black straw hat(u17,u84) peered askew round the door of the shelter(u17,u84) palpablyº reconnoitring on her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill.º Mr Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to look, turned away on the moment(u17,u84) flusterfied but outwardly calm, and,º picking up from the table the pink sheet of the Abbey street organ which the jarvey, if such he was, had laid aside, he picked it up and looked at the pink of the paper though why pink(u17?.u84) His reason for so doing was he recognised on the moment round the door the same face he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that afternoon on Ormond (u17Quay quayu84), the partially idiotic female, namely, of the lane(u17,u84) who knew the lady in the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.)(u17,u84) and begged the chance of his washing. Also why washing(u17,u84) which seemed rather vague than not(u17?,u84) (u17⇑u84) (u17Your youru84) washing. Still(u17,u84) candour compelled him to admit (u17thatu84) he had washed his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles streetº and women would and did too a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink (hers were, that is) if they really loved him, that is to say(u17. Love, loveu84) me, love my dirty shirt. Still(u17,u84) just then, being on tenterhooks, he desired the female's room more than her company so it came as a genuine relief when the keeper made her a rude sign to take herself off. Round the side of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her face round the side of the door with a kind of demented glassy grin showing that she was not exactly all there, viewing with evident amusement the group of gazers round (u17Skipper skipperu84) Murphy's nautical chest and then there was no more of her.
— The gunboat, the keeper said.
— It beats me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, medically I am speaking, how a wretched creature like that from the Lock (u17Hospital, hospitalu84) reeking with disease(u17,u84) can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in his sober senses, if he values his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of course(u17,u84) I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition. Still no matter what the cause is from …(u17.u84)
Stephen had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, merely remarking:
— In this country people sell much more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul. She is a bad merchant. She buys dear and sells cheap.
The elder man, though
not by any manner of
means an old maid or
a prude, said
it was nothing short of a crying scandal that ought to be
put a stop to
instanter to say that women of that
stampº (quite apart from any oldmaidish
the subject), a necessary evil, were not licensed and medically inspected by
he could truthfully
state(u17,u84) he, as a paterfamilias, was a stalwart advocate of from the very first start. Whoever embarked on a policy of the sort, he said, and ventilated the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned.
— You(u17,u84) as a good catholic, he observed, talking of body and soul, believe in the soul. Or do you mean the intelligence, the brainpower as such, as distinct from any outside object, the table, let us say, that cup(u17?.u84) I believe in that myself because it has been explained by competent men as the convolutions of the grey matter. Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for instance. Do you?
— They tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. It would be immortal, I understand, but for the possibility of its annihilation by its First Cause(u17,u84) Who, from all I can hear, is quite capable of adding that to the number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.
Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the mystical finesse involved was a bit out of his sublunary depth still he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, promptly rejoining:
— Simple? I shouldn't think that is the proper word. Of course, I grant you, to concede a point, you do knock across a simple soul once in a blue moon. But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance to invent those rays Röntgenº did(u17,u84) or the telescope like Edison, though I believe it was before his time(u17,u84) Galileo was the man(u17,u84) I mean(u17. The, and theu84) same applies to the laws, for example, of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as electricity but it's a horse of quite another colour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God.
On this knotty point(u17,u84) however(u17,u84) the views of the pair, poles apart as they were(u17,u84) both in schooling and everything else(u17,u84) with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed.
— Has been? the more experienced of the two objected,
sticking to his
original point (u17with a
smile of unbeliefu84).
I'm not so sure about that. That's a matter
every man's for
and, without dragging in the
of the business, I
beg to differ with you
there. My belief
is, to tell you
the candid truth,
that those bits
forgeries all of them
put in by monks
most probably or it's the big question of
poet over again,
who precisely wrote
like Hamlet and Bacon, as,º
you who know your
Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of course I needn't tell you.
Can't you drink that coffee, by the
way? Let me stir it. Andº take a piece of that bun. It's like one of our skipper's bricks disguised. Still(u17,u84) no-oneº can give what he hasn't got. Try a bit.
Faultfinding being a proverbially bad hat(u17,u84) Mr Bloom thought well to stir(u17,u84) or try to(u17,u84) the clotted sugar from the bottom and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the Coffee Palace and its temperance (and lucrative) work. To be sure it was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay did a world of good, sheltersº such as the present one they were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night, concerts, dramatic eveningsº and useful lectures (admittance free) by qualified men for the lower orders. On the other hand(u17,u84) he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy(u17,ºu84) who had been prominently associated with it at one time, a very modest remuneration indeed for her pianoplaying. The idea, he was strongly inclined to believe, was to do good and net a profit, there being no competition to speak of. Sulphate of copper poisonº SO4 or something in some dried peas he remembered reading of in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn't remember when it was or where. Anyhow(u17,u84) inspection, medical inspection, of all eatables(u17,u84) seemed to him more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of the medical analysis involved.
— Have a shot at it now, he ventured to say of the coffee after being stirred.
Thus prevailed on to at any rate taste it(u17,u84) Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the brown puddle (u17—u84) it clopped out of (u17itu84) when taken up (u17—u84) by the handle and took a sip of the offending beverage.
— Still(u17,u84) it's solid food, his good genius urged, I'm a stickler for solid food, hisº one and only reason being not gormandising in the least but regular meals as the sine qua non for any kind of proper work, mental or manual. You ought to eat more solid food. You would feel a different man.
Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it to the lay eye, observing that the point was the least conspicuous point about it.
— Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr Bloom(u17,u84) apropos of knives(u17,u84) remarked to his confidante sotto voce. Do you think they are genuine? He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots. Look at him.
though his eyes were
thick with sleep and sea
life was full of a host of things and coincidences of a terrible nature and it was quite within the
bounds of possibility that it was not an entire fabrication though at first blush there was not much inherent probability in all the spoof he got off his chest being strictly accurate gospel.
He had been meantime taking stock of the individual in front of him and Sherlockholmesing him upº ever since he clapped eyes on him. Though a wellpreserved man of no little stamina, if a trifle prone to baldness, there was something spurious in the cut of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. He might even have done for his man(u17,u84) supposing it was his own case he told, as people often did about others, namely, that he killed him himself and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say nothing of the Antonio personage (no relation to the dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the pen of our national poet) who expiated his crimes in the melodramatic manner above described. On the other hand he might be only bluffing, a pardonable weakness(u17,u84) because meeting unmistakable mugs, Dublin residents, like those jarvies waiting news from abroad(u17,u84) would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. And when all was said and done(u17,u84) the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.
— Mind you, I'm not saying that it's all a pure invention, he resumed. Analogous scenes are occasionally, if not often, met with. Giants, though(u17,u84) that is rather a far cry, youº see once in a way(u17.,u84) Marcella(u17,u84) the midget queen. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecs, as they are called, sitting bowlegged(u17. They, theyu84) couldn't straighten their legs if you paid them because the muscles here, you see, he proceeded, indicating on his companion the brief outline(u17, ofu84) the sinews(u17,u84) or whatever you like to call them(u17,u84) behind the right knee, were utterly powerless from sitting that way so long cramped up, being adored as gods. There's an example again of simple souls.
and his horrifying adventures (who reminded him a bit of
Ledwidge, when he
occupied the boards of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was
identified with the
management in the
Flying Dutchman, a
success, and his host of admirers came in large numbers, everyone simply
flocking to hear
him though ships
of any sort, phantom or the reverse, on the stage usually fell a bit flat as
there was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it, he conceded. On the
that stab in the back
touch was quite in keeping with those
candidly he was
none the less
free to admit
icecreamersu84) and friers
in the fish
not to mention the
chip potato variety and so
in little Italy there(u17,u84) near the Coombe(u17,u84) were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit too given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the feline persuasion of others at night so as to have a good old succulent tuckinº with garlic de rigueur off him or her next day on the quiet and, he added, on the cheap.
— Spaniards, for instance, he continued, passionate temperaments like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law into their own hands and give you your quietus doublequickº with those poignards they carry in the abdomen. It comes from the great heat, climate generally. My wife is, so to speak, Spanish, half(u17,u84) that is. Point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having been born in (technically) Spain, i.e. Gibraltar. She has the Spanish type. Quite dark, regular brunette, black. I(u17,u84) for one(u17,u84) certainly believe climate accounts for character. That's why I asked you if you wrote your poetry in Italian.
— Quite so, Mr Bloom dittoed.
— Then, Stephen said(u17,u84) staring and rambling on to himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the isosceles triangle(u17,u84) (u17Miss missu84) Portinariº he fell in love withº and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino.
— It's in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded at once. All are washed in the blood of the sun. Coincidence(u17,u84) I just happened to be in the Kildare (u17Street Museum street museumu84) today, shortly prior to our meeting(u17,u84) if I can so call it, and I was just looking at those antique statues there. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. You simply don't knock against those kind of women here. An exception here and there. Handsome(u17,u84) yes, pretty in a way you find(u17,u84) but what I'm talking about is the female form. Besides(u17,u84) they have so little taste in dress, most of them, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, no matter what you say. Rumpled stockings (u17—,u84) it may be, possibly is, a foible of mine(u17,u84) but still it's a thing I simply hate to see.
Interest, however, was starting to flag somewhat all round and (u17thenu84) the others got on to talking about accidents at sea, ships lost in a fog, collisions with icebergs, all that sort of thing. Shipahoy(u17,u84) of course(u17,u84) had his own say to say. He had doubled the (u17Cape capeu84) a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a kind of wind, in the China seas and through all those perils of the deep there was one thing, he declared, stood to him(u17,u84) or words to that effect, a pious medal he had that saved him.
So then after that they drifted on to the
rock, wreck of that
nobody could think of her name for the
moment till the jarvey who had really quite a look of Henry Campbell remembered it(u17,u84) Palme(u17,u84) on Booterstown (u17Strand, that strand. Thatu84) was the talk of the town that year (Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of original verse of distinctive merit on the topic for the Irishº Times),º breakers running over her and crowds and crowds on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. Then someone said something about the case of the s.s. Lady Cairns of Swansea(u17,u84) run into by the Mona(u17,u84) which was on an opposite tack(u17,u84) in rather muggyish weather and lost with all hands on deck. No aid was given. Her master, the Mona's, said he was afraidºhis collision bulkhead would give way. She had no water, it appears, in her hold.
— Let me cross your bows(u17,u84) mate, he said to his neighbour(u17,u84) who was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze.
He made tracks
with a dumpy sort of
a gait to the door, stepped heavily down the one step there was out of the
shelter and bore due left. Whileº he was
in the act of
who noticed when he stood up that
he had two flasks
of presumably ship's rum
sticking one out of
each pocket for the private consumption of his
saw him produce a bottle and uncork
and, applying its
nozzle to his
lips, take a good old
out of it with a gurgling noise.
Bloom, who also had a shrewd suspicion that the old stager
went out on a
the shape of a
had disappeared to all intents and purposes,
just perceive him, when duly refreshedº
by his rum
up at the piers and girders of the Loop
lineu84) rather out of his
as of course it was all
altered since his last visit and
Some person or persons invisible directed him to the male urinal erected by the
cleansing committee all over the place for the purpose
after a brief space of time during which silence reigned
the sailor, evidently giving it
a wide berth,
eased himself closerº at hand, the noise
of his bilgewater
some little time
subsequently splashing on the ground where it
awokeº a horse of the
A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and harness jingled. Slightly
disturbed in his sentrybox by the brazier of live
the watcher of the
stonesu84) who, though now
broken down and fast
breaking up, was none other in stern reality than the Gumley aforesaid, now
practically on the parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all
human probabilityº from
knowing him before
shifted about and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in
the arms of Morpheus, aº
amazing piece of hard times in its most virulent form on a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with decent home comforts all his life who came in for a cool £100 a year at one time which of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make general ducks and drakes of. And there he was at the end of his tether after having often painted the town tolerably pink(u17,u84) without a beggarly stiver. He drank(u17,u84) needless to be told(u17,u84) and it pointed only once more a moral when he might quite easily be in a large way of business if — a big if, however — he had contrived to cure himself of his particular partiality.
All(u17,u84) meantime(u17,u84) were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well, which was all part and parcel of the same thing. A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the ways at Alexandra (u17Basin basinu84), the only launch that year. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called.º
What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the only rock in Galway (u17Bay bayu84) when the Galway (u17Harbour harbouru84) scheme was mooted by a Mr Worthington or some name like that, eh? Ask (u17her the thenºu84) captain, he advised them, how much palmoil the British (u17Government governmentu84) gave him for that day's work(u17.,u84) Captain John Lever of the Lever Lineº.
That worthy(u17,u84) picking up the scent of the fagend of the song or words(u17,u84) growled in wouldbe music(u17,u84) but with great vim(u17,u84) some kind of chanty or other in seconds or thirds. Mr Bloom's sharp ears heard him then expectorate the plug probablyº (which it was), so that he must have lodged it for the time being in his fist while he did the drinking and making water jobs and found it a bit sour after the liquid fire in question. Anyhow in he rolled after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of drink into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like a veritable son of a seacook:
specimen duly arrived
on the scene
he sank rather than
sat heavily on the form provided.
Skin-the-Goat,º assuming he was he,
evidently with an axe
to grind, was
grievances in a
or something of that
which he described
in his lengthy
country bar none
on the face of
God's earth, far and away superior to England, with
coal in large
worth of pork exported every year, ten millions between butter and eggs(u17,u84) and all the riches drained out of it by England levying taxes on the poor people that paid through the nose always(u17,u84) and gobbling up the best meat in the market(u17,u84) and a lot more surplus steam in the same vein. Their conversation accordingly became general and all agreed that that was a fact. You could grow any mortal thing in Irish soil, he stated, and there was (u17thatu84) (u17Colonel colonelu84) Everard down there in Navanº growing tobacco. Where would you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon?º But a day of reckoning, he stated crescendo with no uncertain voice (u17—,u84) thoroughly monopolising all the conversation (u17—,u84) was in store for mighty England, despite her power of pelf on account of her crimes. There would be a fall and the greatest fall in history. The Germans and the Japs were going to have their little lookin, he affirmed. The Boers were the beginning of the end. Brummagem England was toppling already and her downfall would be Ireland, her Achilles heel, which he explained to them about the vulnerable point of Achilles, the Greek hero (u17—,u84) a point his auditors at once seized as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his boot. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the land of your birth and work for Ireland and live for Ireland. Ireland, Parnell said, could not spare a single one of her sons.
— That's right, the old tarpaulin corroborated. The Irish catholic peasant. He's the backbone of our empire. You know Jem Mullins?
While allowing him his individual opinions(u17,u84) as (u17every man, everymanu84) the keeper added he cared nothing for any empire, ours or his, and considered no Irishman worthy of his salt that served it. Then they began to have a few irascible words(u17,u84) when it waxed hotter, both, needless to say, appealing to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as they didn't indulge in recriminations and come to blows.
From inside information
extending over a
series of years Mr Bloom was rather inclined to
suggestion as egregious balderdash for,
pending that consummation devoutly to be or not to be wished for, he was fully cognisant of the fact that their neighbours across the channel, unless they were much bigger fools than he took them for, rather concealed their strength than the opposite. It was quite on a par with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in a hundred million years the coal seam of the sister island would be played out and if, as time went on, that turned out to be how the cat jumped all he could personally say on the matter was that as a host of contingencies, equally relevant to the issue, might occur ere then it was highly advisable in the interim to try to make the most of both countries(u17,u84) even though poles apart. Another little interestingº point, the amours of whores and chummies, to put it in common parlance, reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, more so, in fact. And now, why? So the scene between the pair of them, the licensee of the place(u17,u84) rumoured to be or have been Fitzharris, the famous invincible, and the other, obviously bogus,º reminded him forcibly as being on all fours with the confidence trick, supposing, that is, it was prearranged(u17,u84) as the lookeron, a student of the human soul(u17,u84) if anything, the others seeing least of the game. And as for the lessee or keeper, who probably wasn't the other person at all, he ((u17Bloom B.u84)) couldn't help feeling(u17,u84) and most properly(u17,u84) it was better to give people like that the goby unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have anything to do with them as a golden rule in private life and their felonsetting, there always being the offchance of a Dannyman comingº forward and turning queen's evidence (u17—u84) or king's(u17,u84) now (u17—u84) like Denis or Peter Carey, an idea he utterly repudiated. Quite apart from that(u17,u84) he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle. Yet, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his bosom in any shape or form, he certainly did feel(u17,u84) and no denying it (while inwardly remaining what he was)(u17,u84) a certain kind of admiration for a man who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, with the courage of his political convictions (thoughº, personally, he would never be a party to any such thing)º, off the same bat as those love vendettas of the south (u17—,u84) have her or swing for her (u17—,u84) when the husband frequently, after some words passed between the two concerning her relations with the other lucky (u17man mortalu84) (heº having had the pair watched),º inflicted fatal injuries on his adored one as a result of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her(u17,u84) until it just struck him that Fitz, nicknamed (u17Skin-the-Goat Skin-theu84), merely drove the car for the actual perpetrators of the outrage and so was not, if he was reliably informed, actually party to the ambush which, in point of fact, was the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on. In any case that was very ancient history by now and as for our friend, the pseudo Skin-the-etcetera, he had transparently outlived his welcome. He ought to have either died naturally or on the scaffold high. Like actresses,
always farewell (u17—u84) positively last performance (u17—u84) then come up smiling again. Generous to a fault(u17,u84) of course, temperamental, no economising or any idea of the sort, always snapping at the bone for the shadow. So similarly he had a very shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some £. s. d. in the course of his perambulations round the docks in the congenial atmosphere of the Old Ireland tavern, come back to Erin and so on. Then as for the otherº(u17,u84) he had heard not so long before the same identical lingo(u17,u84) as he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender.º
— He took umbrage at something or other, that muchinjured but on the whole eventemperedº person declared, I let slip. He called me a jew(u17,u84) and in a heated fashion(u17,u84) offensively. So I(u17,u84) without deviating from plain facts in the least(u17,u84) told him his God, I mean Christ, was a jew too(u17,u84) and all his family(u17,u84) like me(u17,u84) though in reality I'm not. That was one for him. A soft answer turns away wrath. He hadn't a word to say for himself as everyone saw. Am I not right?
He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark pride at the soft impeachment(u17,u84) with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to glean in a kind of a way that it wasn't all exactly (u17 ….u84)
— Of course, Mr (u17Bloom B.u84) proceeded to stipulate, you must look at both sides of the question. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to right and wrong but room for improvement all round there certainly is though every country, they say, our own distressful included, has the government it deserves. But with a little goodwill all round. It's all very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what about mutual equality(u17?.u84) I resent violence andº intolerance in any shape or form. It never reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due instalments plan. It's a patent absurdity on the face of it to hate people because they live round the corner and speak another vernacular, (u17in the next houseu84) soº to speak.
All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood,
from someº bump of combativeness or gland
of some kind,
supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a
flag,º were very
question of the money question which was at the back of everything(u17,u84) greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.
Heº turned away from the others(u17,u84) who probably (u17 …u84) and spoke nearer to, so as the others (u17 …u84) in case they (u17 ….u84)
— Jews, he softly imparted in an aside in Stephen's ear, are accused of ruining. Not a vestige of truth in it, I can safely say. History(u17,ºu84) (u17—u84) would you be surprised to learn(u17? —,u84) proves up to the hilt Spain decayed when the (u17Inquisition inquisitionu84) hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an uncommonly able ruffian(u17,u84) who(u17,u84) in other respects(u17,ºu84) has much to answer for, imported them. Why? Because they are (u17imbued with the proper spirit. They areu84) practical and are proved to be so. I don't want to indulge in any (u17 …u84) because you know the standard works on the subject(u17,u84) and then(u17,u84) orthodox as you are (u17 …u84) But in the economic, not touching religion, domain(u17,u84) the priest spells poverty. Spain again, you saw in the war, compared with goahead America. Turks.º It'sº in the dogma. Because if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they die they'd try to live better (u17—,u84) at least(u17,u84) so I think. That's the juggle on which the (u17p.p.'s p.p'su84) raise the wind on false pretences. I'm, he resumedº with dramatic force, as good an Irishman as that rude person I told you about at the outset and I want to see everyone, concluded he, all creeds and classes pro rata having a comfortable tidysized income, in no niggard fashion either, something in the neighbourhood of £300 per annum. That's the vital issue at stake and it's feasible and would be provocative of friendlier intercourse between man and man. At least that's my idea for what it's worth. I call that patriotism. Ubi patria, as we learned a (u17smallu84) smattering of in our classical daysº in Alma Mater, vita beneº. Where you can live well, the sense is, if you work.
Over his untastableº apology for a cup of coffee, listening to this synopsis of things in general, Stephen stared at nothing in particular. He could hear, of course, all kinds of words changing colour like those crabs about Ringsend in the morningº burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the same sand where they had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to. Then he looked up and saw the eyes that said or didn't say the words the voice he heard said (u17—,u84) if you work.
— Count me out, he managed to remark, meaningº work.
— I mean, of course, the other hastened to affirm, work in
the widest possible sense. Also literary
not merely for the
kudos of the thing. Writing for the newspapers which is the readiest channel nowadays. That's work
too. Important work. After all, from the little I know of you, after all the money expended on your education(u17,u84) you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price. You have every bit as much right to live by your pen in pursuit of your philosophy as the peasant has. What? You both belong to Ireland, the brain and the brawn. Each is equally important.
— You suspect, Stephen retorted with a sort of a half laugh, that I may be important because I belong to the faubourg (u17Saint-Patrice Saint Patriceu84) called Ireland for short.
— I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom insinuated.
— But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that Ireland must be important because it belongs to me.
— What belongs(u17?,u84) queried Mr Bloom(u17,u84) bending, fancying he was perhaps under some misapprehension.º Excuse me. Unfortunately(u17,u84) I didn't catch the latter portion. What was it you …(u17.u84)?º
Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee(u17,u84) or whatever you like to call it(u17,u84) none too politely, adding:
— We can't change the country. Let us change the subject.
At this pertinent
Mr Bloom, to change the
looked down, but in a quandary,
as he couldn't
tell exactly what
construction to put on belongs to which sounded
rather a far
cry. The rebuke of some kind was clearer than the other part. Needless to
the fumes of his recent orgy spoke then
asperity in a
curious bitter wayº foreign
to his sober
state. Probably the
homelifeu84) to which Mr
attached the utmost
had not been all that was needful or
right sort of
people. With a touch of fear for the young man beside
whom he furtively scrutinised with
an air of some
remembering he had just come back from Paris,
the eyes more
especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing to throw
much light on the
subject, however, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that
promised so brilliantlyº nipped in the
bud of premature
and nobody to blame
but themselves. For
there was the case of
for one, the
though of inadequate
means, with his mad
among whose other
gay doings when rotto and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round
he was in the habit of
sporting in public a suit of brown paper
(a fact). And then
the usual dénouement after the fun had gone on
fast and furious
into hot water and
had to be spirited away by a few friends, after a strong hint to a blind horse
from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so as not to be
under section two of the
Law Amendment Act criminal law amendment
actu84), certain names of
being handed in but not
for reasons which will occur to anyone with a pick
of brains. Briefly, putting two and two together, six sixteen(u17,u84) which he pointedly turned a deaf ear to, Antonio and so forth, jockeys and esthetes andº the tattoo which was all the go in the seventies or thereabouts(u17,u84) even in the (u17House of Lords, house of lordsu84) because early in life the occupant of the throne, then heir apparent, the other members of the upper ten and other high personages simply following in the footsteps of the head of the state, he reflected about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to morality such as the Cornwall case a number of years before under their veneer in a way scarcely intended by nature, a thing good Mrs Grundy,º as the law stands, was terribly down on(u17,u84) though not for the reason they thought they were probably(u17,u84) whatever it was(u17,u84) except women chiefly(u17,u84) who were always fiddling more or less at one another(u17,u84) it being largely a matter of dress and all the rest of it. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and every welltailored man must, trying to make the gap wider between them by innuendo and give more of a genuine (u17fillip filipºu84)to acts of impropriety between the two, she unbuttoned his and then he untied her, mind the pin, whereas savages in the cannibal islands, say, at ninety degrees in the shade not caring a continental. However, reverting to the original, there were on the other hand others who had forced their way to the top from the lowest rung by the aid of their bootstraps. Sheer force of natural genius, that. With brains, sir.
For which and further reasons he feltº it was hisº interest and duty even to wait on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion(u17,u84) though whyº he could not exactly tell(u17,u84) being(u17,u84) as it was(u17,u84) already several shillings to the bad(u17,u84) having(u17,u84) in fact(u17,u84) let himself in for it. Still(u17,u84) to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small (u17 ….u84) Intellectual stimulation(u17,u84) as such(u17,u84) was, he felt, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the mind. Added to which was the coincidence of meeting, discussion, dance, row, old salt ofº the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the whole galaxy of events, all went to make up a miniature cameo of the world we live in(u17,u84) especially as the lives of the submerged tenth, viz(u17,.ºu84) coalminers, divers, scavengers etc(u17.u84),º were very much under the microscope lately. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he might meet with anything approaching the same luck as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in writing(u17. Suppose supposeu84) he were to pen something out of the common groove (as he fully intended doing) at the rate of one guinea per column(u17,.u84) My Experiences, let us say, in a Cabman's Shelter.
tell a graphic
lay, as luck would
have it, beside his elbow and as he was just puzzling again,
satisfied, over a country belonging to him and the preceding rebus the vessel
came from Bridgwater
and the postcard was
captain's age, his eyes went aimlessly over the respective captions which came under his special province(u17,u84) the allembracing give us this day our daily press. First he got a bit of a start but it turned out to be only something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like that. Great battle(u17,u84) Tokio. Lovemaking in Irish(u17,u84) £200 damages. Gordon Bennett. Emigration Swindleº. Letter from His Grace(u17.ºu84) William +. Ascot (u17meeting, the Gold Cup. Victory of outsiderºu84) Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when (u17Captain Capt.u84) Marshall's dark horse(u17,u84) Sir Hugo(u17,u84) captured the blue ribband at long odds. New Yorkº disaster(u17, thousand. Thousandu84) lives lost. Foot and Mouth. Funeral of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.
— This morning (Hynes put itº in(u17,u84) of course)(u17,u84) the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his residence, (u17n° nou84) 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. The deceased gentleman was a most popular and genial personality in city life and his demise (u17,u84) after a brief illness (u17,u84) came as aº great shock to citizens of all classes by whom he is deeply regretted. The obsequies, at which many friends of the deceased were present, were carried out byº (certainly Hynes wrote it with a nudge from Corny)º Messrs(u17.u84) H.J. O'Neill (u17& andu84) Son, 164 North Strand Roadº. The mourners included: Patk. Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan (brother-in-law), Jno.º Henry Menton, solr,º Martin Cunningham, John Power eatondph 1/8 ador dorador douradora (must be where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad)º Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen Dedalus (u17,ºu84) B.A., (u17Edward Edw.u84) J. Lambert, Cornelius (u17T.u84) Kelleher, Joseph M'C. Hynes, L. Boom,º (u17C.P. C Pu84) M'Coy,º — M'Intosh, and several others.
Nettled not a little by L. Boomº (as it incorrectly stated) and the line of bitched type(u17,u84) but tickled to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen Dedalus(u17,u84) B.A.(u17,u84) who were conspicuous, needless to say, by their total absence (to say nothing of M'Intosh)(u17,u84) L. Boom pointed it out to his companion(u17,ºu84) B.A.(u17,u84) engaged in stifling another yawn, half nervousness, not forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints.
— It is(u17, really. Reallyu84), Mr Bloom said (though first he fancied he alluded to the archbishop till he added about foot and mouth with which there could be no possible connection)(u17,ºu84) overjoyed to set his mind at rest and a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing (u17the thing, it.u84) (u17there Thereu84).
While the other was reading it on page two Boom (to give him for the nonce
his new misnomer) whiled away
a few odd
in fits and
starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page three, his side.
sovsu84) in specie added.
entire colts and fillies.
Mr F. Alexander's Throwaway, b.h. by (u17Rightaway-Theale Rightaway-Thraleu84), 5 yrs, 9 st 4 lbsº (W. Lane) 1(u17.,u84) (u17Lord lordu84) Howard de Walden's Zinfandel (M. Cannon) 2(u17.,u84) Mr W. Bass's Sceptreº 3. Bettingº 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway (off). (u17Sceptre a shade heavier, 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway (off).u84) Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order. It was anybody's race then the rank outsider drew to the fore,º got long lead, beating lord Howard de Walden's chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptreº on a 2½ mile course. Winner trained by Braimeº so that Lenehan's version of the business was all pure buncombe. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. (u171,000 1000u84) sovs(u17.u84) with (u173,000 3000ºu84)in specie. Also ran (u17J.: Ju84) de Bremond's (French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in yet but expected any minute) Maximum II. Different ways of bringing off a coup. Lovemaking damages. Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a tangent in his impetuosity to get left. Of course(u17,u84) gambling eminently lent itself to that sort of thing though(u17,u84) as the event turned out(u17,u84) the poor fool hadn't much reason to congratulate himself on his pick, the forlorn hope. Guesswork it reduced itself to eventually.
— There was every indication they would arrive at that, he, Bloom,º said.
Oneº morning you would open the paper, the cabman affirmed, and read(u17,:u84) Return of Parnell. He bet them what they liked. A Dublin fusilier was in that shelter one night and said he saw him in South Africa. Pride it was killed him. He ought to have done away with himself or lain low for a time after (u17Committee Room committee roomu84) (u17n° nou84) 15 until he was his old self again with no-one to point a fingerº at him. Then they would all to a man have gone down on their marrowbones to him to come back when he had recovered his senses. Dead he wasn't. Simply absconded somewhere. The coffin they brought over was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer general. He made a mistake to fight the priests. And so forth and so on.
All the same Bloom (properly so
dubbed) was rather
surprised at their memories for in nine cases out of ten it was a case of
and not singly but
and then complete oblivion because it was
there was even a shadow of truth in the stones and,
he thought a return highly inadvisable, all things considered. Something
evidently riled them in his death. Either he
petered out too
tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements
completion or whether
it transpired he
owed his death
to his having
neglected to change his boots and clothes after a wetting when a cold
resulted and failing to
specialist he being
confined to his
room till he eventually died of it amid
before a fortnightº was at an end or
quite possibly they were
find the job was taken out of their hands. Of course nobody being
acquainted with his movements
even before(u17,u84) there was absolutely no clue as to his whereabouts which were decidedly of the Alice, where art thou order even prior to his starting to go under several aliases such as Fox and Stewart(u17,u84) so the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of possibility. Naturally then(u17,u84) it would prey on his mind as a born leader of men(u17,u84) which undoubtedly he was(u17,u84) and a commanding figure, a sixfooter or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrsº (u17So-and-So So and Sou84) who, though they weren't even a patch on the former man, ruled the roost after their redeeming features were very few and far between. It certainly pointed a moral, the idol with feet of clay(u17. And, andu84) then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen rounding on him with mutual mudslinging. And the identical same with murderers. You had to come back (u17— that. Thatu84) haunting sense kind of drew you (u17— to. Tou84) show the understudy in the title (u17rôle roleu84) how to. He saw him once on the auspicious occasion when they broke up the type in the Insuppressible or was it United Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and, in point of fact, handed him his silk hat when it was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he undoubtedly was under his frigid (u17expression exteriorºu84) notwithstanding the little misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip(u17,ºu84) (u17—u84) what's bred in the bone. Still(u17,u84) as regards return(u17, you. Youu84) were a lucky dog if they didn't set the terrier at you directly you got back. Then a lot of shillyshally usually followed,º Tom for and Dick and Harry against. And then, number one, you came up against the man in possession and had to produce your credentials(u17,u84) like the claimant in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the boat's name to the best of his recollection he, the heir, went down in(u17,u84) as the evidence went to show(u17,u84) and there was a tattoo mark too in Indian ink, (u17Lord lordu84) Bellew(u17,u84) was it(u17? As, asu84) he might very easily have picked up the details from some pal on board ship and then, when got up to tally with the description given, introduce himself with(u17,:u84) Excuse me, my name is (u17So-and-So, So and Sou84) or some such commonplace remark. A more prudent course, asº Bloom said to the not over effusive, in fact like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, would have been to sound the lie of the land first.
— Fine lump of a woman(u17,u84) all the same, the soi-disant townclerkº Henry Campbell remarked, and plenty of her. (u17She loosened many a man's thighs.u84) Iº seen her picture in a barber's. Her husband was a captain or an officer.
— Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added(u17. He was,, he wasu84) and a cottonball one.
contribution of a
humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his
he, without the faintest suspicion of a smile, merely
gazed in the direction of the door and
reflected upon the historic story which had aroused extraordinary interest at the time when the facts, to make matters worse, were made public with the usual affectionate letters that passed between them(u17,u84) full of sweet nothings. First(u17,u84) it was strictly (u17platonic Platonicu84) till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them(u17,u84) tillº bit by bit matters came to a climax and the matter became the talk of the town till the staggering blow came as a welcome intelligence to not a few evildisposed,º however, who were resolved upon (u17encouraging encompassingu84) his downfallº though the thing was public property all along though not to anything like the sensational extent that it subsequently blossomed into. Since their names were coupled, though, since he was her declared favouriteº, where was the particular necessity to proclaim it to the rank and file from the housetops, the fact,º namely, that he had shared her bedroom(u17,u84) which came out in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on such and such a particular date in the act of scrambling out of an upstairs apartment with the assistance of a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the same fashion, a fact (u17thatu84) the weeklies, addicted to the lubric a little, simply coined shoals of money out of. Whereas the simple fact of the case was it was simply a case of the husband not being up to the scratch(u17,u84) with nothing in common between them beyond the name(u17,u84) and then a real man arriving on the scene, strong to the verge of weakness, falling a victim to her siren charms and forgetting home ties(u17. The, theu84) usual sequel, to bask in the loved one's smiles. The eternal question of the life connubial, needless to say, cropped up. Can real love, supposing there happens to be another chap in the case, exist between married folk? (u17Poser.u84) Though it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with affection,º carried away by a wave of folly. A magnificent specimen of manhood he was truly(u17,u84) augmented obviously by gifts of a high order(u17,u84) as compared with the other military supernumerary(u17,u84) that is (who was just the usual everyday farewell, my gallant captain kind of an individual in the light dragoons, the 18th hussars to be accurate)(u17,u84) and inflammable doubtless (the fallen leader, that is,º not the other) in his own peculiar way which she of course, woman, quickly perceived as highly likely to carve his way to fame(u17,u84) which he almost bid fair to do till the priests and ministers of the gospel as a whole, his erstwhile staunch adherents(u17,u84) and his beloved evicted tenants for whom he had done yeoman service in the rural parts of the country by taking up the cudgels on their behalf in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of fire on his head(u17,u84) muchº in the same way as the fabled ass's kick. Looking back now in a retrospective kind of arrangement(u17,u84) all seemed a kind of dream. And thenº
coming back was the worst thing you ever did because it went without saying you would feel out of place as things always moved with the times. Why, as he reflected, Irishtown (u17Strand strandu84), a locality he had not been in for quite a number of years(u17,u84) looked different somehow since, as it happened, he went to reside on the north side. North or south,º however, it was just the wellknown case of hot passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a vengeance and just bore out the very thing he was saying(u17,u84) as she also was Spanish or half so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the south, casting every shred of decency to the winds.
— Just bears out what I was saying, he(u17,ºu84) with glowing bosom said to Stephen(u17, about blood and the sunu84). And, if I don't greatly mistake(u17,u84) she was Spanish too.
— The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen answered, adding something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanish onions and the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and so many (u17 ….u84)
— Was she? Bloom ejaculated,º surprised(u17,u84) though not astonished by any means(u17.,u84) I never heard that rumour before. Possible, especially there,º it was(u17,u84) as she lived there. So, Spain.
Carefully avoiding a book in his pocket Sweets of, which reminded him by the by of that Capel street library book out of date, he took out his pocketbook and, turning over the various contents (u17it containedu84) rapidly(u17,u84) finally he (u17 ….u84)
— Do you consider, by the by, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he laid on the table, that a Spanish type?
Stephen, obviously addressed, looked down on the photo showing a large sized lady(u17,u84) with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion(u17,u84) as she was in the full bloom of womanhood(u17,u84) in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for the occasion to give a liberal display of bosom, with more than vision of breasts, her full lips parted(u17,u84) and some perfect teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a piano(u17,u84) on the rest of which was In Oldº Madrid, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all the vogue. Her (the lady's) eyes, dark, large, looked at Stephen, about to smile about something to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being responsible for the esthetic execution.
Beside the young man he looked also at
the photo of the
lady now his legal wife who, he
daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age
proficiency as a singer having even made her bow to the public when
her years numbered
As for the
it was a speaking likeness in expression but it did not
do justice to her figure(u17,u84) which came in for a lot of notice usually and which did not come out to the best advantage in that getup. She could without difficulty, he said, have posed for the ensemble, not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the (u17 ….u84) He dwelt, being a bit of an artist in his spare time, on the female form in general developmentally because, as it so happened, no later than that afternoon(u17,u84) he had seen those Grecian statues, perfectly developed as works of art, in the National Museum. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back, all the symmetry(u17. All, allu84) the rest(u17, yes. Yesu84), (u17puritanism puritanismeºu84)(u17. It, itu84) does though(u17,u84) (u17St. Saintu84) Joseph's sovereign (u17 … thievery alors (Bandez!) Figne toi trop.u84) (u17whereas Whereasu84) no photo could(u17,u84) because it simply wasn't art(u17,u84) in a word.
The spirit moving him(u17,u84) he would much have liked to follow Jack Tar's good example and leave the likeness there for a very few minutes to speak for itself on the plea he (u17 …u84) so that the other could drink in the beauty for himself, her stage presence being, frankly, a treat in itself which the camera could not at all do justice to. But it was scarcely professional etiquette so(u17, though. Thoughu84) it was a warm pleasant sort of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the season considering, for sunshine after storm (u17 ….u84) And he did feel a kind of need there and then to follow suit like a kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. Nevertheless(u17,u84) he sat tight(u17,u84) just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves, none the worse for wear(u17,u84) however, and looked away thoughtfullyº with the intention of not further increasing the other's possible embarrassmentº while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. In fact(u17,u84) the slight soiling was only an added charm(u17,u84) like the case of linen slightly soiled, good as new, much better(u17,u84) in fact(u17,u84) with the starch out. Suppose she was gone when he (u17 …?ºu84)I looked for the lamp which she told me came into his mind but merely as a passing fancy of his because he then recollected the morning littered bed etcetera and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses (sic) in it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray.
The vicinity of the young man he certainly relished, educated,
and impulsive into the bargain, far and away the
pick of the
wouldn't think he had it in him
yet you would. Besides he said the picture was handsome which, say what you
though at the moment she was
stouter. And why not? An awful lot of makebelieve went on
about that sort of
a lifelong slur
with the usual splash
about the same old
tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage
favourite instead of being
aboveboard about the whole business.
How they were
fated to meet and an
attachment sprang up between the two so that their
coupled in the
public eye was
told in court with letters
habitual mushy and
compromising expressions(u17,u84) leaving no loophole(u17,u84) to show that they openly cohabited two or three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and relations, when the thing ran its normal course, became in due course intimate. Then the decree nisi and the King's (u17Proctor proctoru84) toº show cause why and, he failing to quash it, nisi was made absolute. But as for thatº the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in one another, could safely afford to ignore it as they very largely did till the matter was put in the hands of a solicitorº who filed a petition for the party wronged in due course. He, (u17Bloom Bu84), enjoyed the distinction of being close to Erin's uncrowned king in the flesh when the thing occurred on the historic (u17fracas fracasu84) when the fallen leader's (u17—,u84) who notoriously stuck to his guns to the last drop even when clothed in the mantle of adultery (u17—,u84) (leader's) trusty henchmen to the number of ten or a dozen or possibly even more than that penetrated into the printingº worksº of the Insuppressible or no it was United Ireland (a by no means(u17,u84) by the by(u17,ºu84) appropriate appellative) and broke up the typecases with hammers or something like that all on account of some scurrilous effusions from the facile pens of the O'Brienite scribes at the usual mudslinging occupationº(u17,u84) reflecting on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. Though palpably a radically altered man(u17,u84) he was still a commanding figure(u17,u84) though carelessly garbed as usual(u17,u84) with that look of settled purpose which went a long way with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their vast discomfiture that their idol had feet of clayº after placing him upon a pedestal(u17,u84) which she, however, was the first to perceive. As those were particularly hot times in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from a nasty prod of some chap's elbow in the crowd that of course congregated lodging some place about the pit of the stomach, fortunately not of a grave character. His hat (Parnell's)º (u17a silk oneu84) was inadvertently knocked off and, as a matter of strict history, Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him (and return it to him he did with the utmost celerity) who(u17,u84) panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the time(u17, all the sameu84) being a gentleman born with a stake in the country(u17,u84) he, as a matter of fact, having gone into it more for the kudos of the thing than anything else, what's bred in the bone(u17,u84) instilled into him in infancy at his mother's knee in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once because he turned round to the donor and thanked him with perfect aplomb, saying: Thank you, sir,º though in a very different tone of voice from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the course of the day, history repeating itself with a difference, after the burial of a mutual friend when they had left him alone in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the grave.
On the other hand what incensed him more inwardly was the blatant jokes of the cabmanº and so on(u17,u84) who passed it all off as a jest, laughing immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the why and the wherefore, and in reality not knowing their own minds, it being a case for the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the legitimate husband happened to be a party to it owing to some anonymous letter from the usual boy Jones, who happened to come across them at the crucial moment in a loving position locked in one another's arms,º drawing attention to their illicit proceedings and leading up to a domestic rumpus and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not receive his visits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter and let bygones be bygones(u17,u84) with tears in her eyes(u17,u84) though possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the same time(u17,u84) as quite possibly there were several others. He personally, being of a sceptical bias, believed(u17,u84) and didn't make the smallest bones about saying so either(u17,u84) that man(u17,u84) or men in the plural(u17,u84) were always hanging around on the waiting list about a lady, even supposing she was the best wife in the world and they got on fairly well together for the sake of argument, when, neglecting her duties, she chose to be tired of wedded lifeº and was on for a little flutter in polite debauchery(u17,ºu84) to press their attentions on her with improper intent, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for fair and forty and younger men, no doubt as several famous cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt.
It was a
thousand pities a young
blessed with an
as his neighbour obviously was, should waste his valuable time with
who might present him with a nice dose to
last him his
lifetime. In the nature of
blessedness he would one day
himself a wife whenº Miss Right came
on the scene but in the interim ladies' society was a conditio
non though he had the
doubts, not that he wanted
in the smallest
to pump Stephen about Miss Ferguson (who was very possibly the particular
brought him down to Irishtown so early in the morning), as to whether he would
find much satisfaction
basking in the
boy and girl
courtship idea and the company of smirking misses
without a penny to
triweeklyu84) with the
walking out leading up to
ways and flowers and chocs. To think of him house and homeless,
rooked by some
landlady worse than any stepmother, was really too bad at his age. The
things he popped out with attracted the elder man
who was several
years the other's senior or like his
something substantial he certainly ought to
evenu84) were it only an
eggflip made on
failing that, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled.
— At what o'clock did you dine? he questioned of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face.
— Some time yesterday, Stephen said.
— Yesterday!º exclaimed Bloom till he remembered it was already tomorrow(u17,u84) Friday. Ah, you mean it's after twelve!
— The day before yesterday, Stephen said, improving on himself.
Literally astounded at this piece of intelligence(u17,ºu84) Bloomº reflected. Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything(u17,u84) a certain analogy there somehow was(u17,u84) as if both their minds were travelling, so to speak, in the one train of thought. At his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years previously when he had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the Buckshot Fosterº days he too recollected in retrospect (which was a source of keen satisfaction in itself) he had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas. For instance(u17,u84) when the evicted tenants question, then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's (u17minds mindºu84) though, it goes without saying, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which wouldn't exactly hold water, he at the outset in principle(u17,u84) at all events(u17,u84) was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession(u17,u84) as voicing the trend of modern opinion, (u17a (au84) partiality, however, which, realising his mistake, he was subsequently partially cured of(u17,)u84) and even was twitted with going a step (u17further fartheru84) than Michael Davitt in the striking views he at one time inculcated as a backtothelander, which was one reason he strongly resented the innuendo put upon him in so barefaced a fashion (u17by our friendu84) at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that he, though often considerably misunderstood and the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his customary habit to give him (metaphorically) one in the gizzard though,º so far as politics themselves were concerned, he was only too conscious of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the misery and suffering it entailed as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the fittest, in a word.
pros and cons,
getting on for
as it was, it was high time to be
retiring for the
crux was it was
a bit risky to bring
him home as
possibly ensue (somebody having a temper of her own sometimes) and
spoil the hash
altogether as on the night he misguidedly
brought home a
dog (breed unknown) with a lame
not that the cases were either
identical or the
though he had hurt his
as he very
distinctly remembered, having
been there, so
to speak. On the other hand
altogether far and away
too late for the
Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that he was in some perplexity as to
which of the two
Everything pointed to the fact that it behoved
him to avail himself to the full of the opportunity, all things considered. His initial impression was (u17thatu84) he was a (u17bit shadeºu84) standoffish or not over effusive but it grew on him someway. For one thing he mightn't what you call jump at the idea, if approached, and what mostly worried him was he didn't know how to lead up to it or word it exactly, supposing he did entertain the proposal, as it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he would allow him to help to putº coin in his way or some wardrobe, if found suitable. At all events he wound up by concluding, eschewing for the nonce hidebound precedent, a cup of Epps's cocoa and a shakedown for the night plus the use of a rug or two and overcoat doubled into a pillow(u17. At atu84) least he would be in safe hands and as warm as a toast on a trivet(u17.u84) (u17He heu84) failed to perceiveº any very vast amount of harm in that always with the proviso no rumpus of any sort was kicked up. A move had to be made because that merry old soul, the grasswidower in question who appeared to be glued to the spot, didn't appear in any particular hurry to wend his way home to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties (u17where age was no baru84) off Sheriff street lower would be the best clue to that equivocal character's whereabouts for a few days to come, alternately racking their feelings (the mermaids') with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms (u17between whiles betweenwhilesºu84) with rough and tumble gusto to the accompaniment of large potations of potheenº and the usual blarney about himself for as to who he in reality was let (u17X xºu84) equal my right name and address, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. At the same time he inwardly chuckled over his (u17gentleu84) repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his (u17God godu84) being a jew. People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep. The most vulnerable point too of tender Achilles(u17, your God. Your godu84) was a jew(u17, because. Becauseu84) mostly they appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhereaboutsº in the county Sligo.
— I propose, our hero eventually suggested(u17,u84) after mature reflection(u17,u84) while prudently pocketing her photo, as it's rather stuffy here(u17,u84) you just come home with me and talk things over. My diggings are quite close in the vicinity. You can't drink that stuff. (u17Do you like cocoa?u84) Wait.º I'll just pay this lot.
All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his
educationu84) (the genuine
article), literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to date
billing, (u17hydros andu84) concert tours in English watering resorts packed with (u17hydros and seasideu84) theatres, turning money away, duets in Italian with the accent perfectly true to nature and a quantity of other things, no necessity(u17,u84) of course(u17,u84) to tell the world and his wife from the housetops about it,º and a slice of luck. An opening was all was wanted.º Because he more than suspected he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which it was quite on the cards he hadº so it would be just as well, by the way no harm, to trail the conversation in the direction of that particular red herring just to (u17 ….u84)
The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former viceroy, earlº Cadogan, had presided at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. Silence with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Then the old specimen in the corner who appeared to have some spark of vitality left read out that (u17Sir siru84) Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect. To which absorbingº piece of intelligence echo answered why.
— And welcome, answered the elderly party thus addressed.
The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears.
— Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who seemingly was a bit of a literary cove in his own small way, staring out of seagreen portholes as you might well describe them as, I uses goggles reading. Sand in the Red Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark, manner of speaking.º The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a Rose is She.
Thereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which time (completely regardless of Ire) the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him(u17,u84) as he muttered against whoever it was sold it, all of them who were sufficiently awake enough to be picked out by their facial expressions, that is to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark.
To cut a long
story short Bloom,
the first to rise from his seatº so
as not to outstay
their welcome having first and foremost, being
as good as his
word that he would
foot the bill
for the occasion, taken the
to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a
parting shot a
sign when the others
were not looking to the effect that the amount
due was forthcoming, making a grand total of fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last of the Mohicans),º he having previously spotted on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read oppositeº him in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d,º confectionery (u17d° dou84), and honestly well worth twice the money once in a way, as Wetherup used to remark.
— Come, he counselled(u17,u84) to close the séance.
Seeing that the ruse worked and the coast was clear(u17,u84) they left the shelter or shanty together and the (u17élite éliteºu84) society of oilskin and company whom nothing short of an earthquake would move out of their dolce far niente. Stephen, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, paused at the, for a moment (u17 …,u84) the door (u17to ….u84)
— One thing I never understood, he said(u17,u84) to be original on the spur of the moment(u17,.u84) (u17why Whyu84) they put tables upside down at night, I mean chairs upside down,º on the tables in cafés.
— To sweep the floor in the morning.
So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, franklyº at the same time apologeticº to get on his companion's right, a habit of his, by the (u17by, bye,ºu84) hisº right side being, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles. The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a bit weak on his pins.
— It will (the air) do you good, Bloom said, meaning also the walk, in a moment. The only thing is to walk then you'll feel a different man. (u17Come.u84) It's not far. Lean on me.
Anyhow(u17,u84) they passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier(u17,u84) etc(u17.ºu84) where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumleyº, was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the arms of Murphy, as the adage has it, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new. And apropos of coffin of stones(u17,u84) the analogy was not at all bad(u17,u84) as it was in fact a stoning to death on the part of seventytwo out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the time of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably the selfsame evicted tenants he had put in their holdings.
turnedu84) on to chatting
about music, a form of art for which Bloom, as a pure
possessed the greatest love, as they made tracks
arm in armu84) across
Beresford placeº. Wagnerian music, though
grand in its way, was a bit too heavy for Bloom and hard to follow at the first
go-off but the music of
Seven Last Words on the
and Mozart's Twelfth Massº he simply revelled in, the Gloria in that being(u17,u84) to his mind(u17,u84) the acme of first class music as such, literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat. He infinitely preferred the sacred music of the catholic church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that line such as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to live and I will live thy protestant to be. He also yielded to none in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a veritable sensation, he might safely say,º greatly adding to her other laurels and putting the others totally in the shade,º in the jesuit fathers' church in upperº Gardiner streetº, the sacred edifice being thronged to the doors to hear her with virtuosos, or virtuosi rather. There was the unanimous opinion that there was none to come up to her and(u17,u84) suffice it to say in a place of worship for music of a sacred character(u17,u84) there was a generally voiced desire for an encore. On the whole(u17,u84) though favouring preferably light opera of the Don Giovanni description(u17,u84) and Martha,º a gem in its line, he had a penchant, though with only a surface knowledge, for the severe classical school such as Mendelssohn. And talking of that, taking it for granted he knew all about the old favourites, he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, M'appari,º which, curiously enough, he (u17hadu84) heard(u17,u84) or overheard, to be more accurate, on yesterday, a privilege he keenly appreciated, from the lips of Stephen's respected father, sung to perfection, a study of the number, in fact, which made all the others take a back seat. Stephen, in reply to a politely put query, said he didn't (u17sing itºu84) but launched out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at least of in or about that period, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter (u17Lane laneu84) near Gerard the herbalist, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an instrument he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom (u17Bloom B.u84) did not quite recall(u17,u84) though the name certainly sounded familiar, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd (William)(u17,u84) who played the virginals, he said, in the Queen's (u17Chapel chapelu84) or anywhere else he found them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull.
On the roadway which they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the swingchainsº a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the paven ground, brushing a long swathe of mire up so that with the noise Bloom was not perfectly certain whether he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. He inquired if it was John Bull the political celebrity of that ilk, as it struck him, the two identical names, as a striking coincidence.
They thereupon stopped. Bloom looked at theºhead of a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence in the dark quite near(u17,u84) so that it seemed new, a different grouping of bones and even flesh(u17,u84) because palpably it was a fourwalker, a hipshaker, a blackbuttocker, a taildangler, a headhanger(u17,u84) putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord of his creation sat on the perch, busy with his thoughts. But such a good poor brute(u17,u84) he was sorry he hadn't a lump of sugar but, as he wisely reflected, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might crop up. He was just a big nervous foolishº noodly kind of a horse, without a second care in the world. But even a dog, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of the same size, would be a holy horror to face. But it was no animal's fault in particular if he was built that way like the camel, ship of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his hump. Nine tenths of them all could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man barring the bees(u17; whale. Whaleu84) with a harpoon hairpin, alligator(u17,u84) tickle the small of his back and he sees the joke; chalk a circle for a rooster(u17;,u84) tiger(u17,u84) my eagle eye. These timely reflections anent the brutes of the field occupied his mind(u17,u84) somewhat distracted from Stephen's words(u17,u84) while the ship of the street was manoeuvringº and Stephen went on about the highly interesting old (u17 ….u84)
— What's this I was saying? Ah, yes! My wife, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have the greatest of pleasure in making your acquaintance as she is passionately attached to music of any kind.
He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen, image of his mother, which was not quite the same as the usual (u17handsomeu84) blackguard type they unquestionably had an (u17indubitable insatiableu84) hankering after as he was perhaps not that way built.
Still, supposing he had his father's gift(u17,u84) as he more than suspected, it opened up new vistas in his mind(u17,u84) such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries(u17,u84) concert on the preceding Monday, and aristocracy in general.
Exquisite variations he was now describing on anº air Youth here has End by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the frows come from. Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeepº about the clear sea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men, which boggled Bloom a bit:
Von der Sirenen Listigkeit
Tun die Poeten dichten.
These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Bloom, nodding,
said he perfectly understood and begged him to go on
which he did.
voice like that,
the rarest of
boons, which Bloom appreciated at the very first note he got out, could
easily, if properly
handled by some
on voice production such as Barraclough and being able to
read music into
the bargain, command
its own price where baritones were ten a penny and
procure for its
fortunate possessor in
the near future an
houses in the
magnates in a
large way of business and titled people
with his university degree of B.A. (a
huge ad in its
way) and gentlemanly bearing
to all the more
influence the good
he would infallibly
score a distinct
brains which also could be
utilised for the
purpose and other
his clothes were properly attended
so as to the better worm his way into their
good graces as he,
a youthful tyro in
niceties, hardly understood how a little thing like that could
you. It was in fact only
a matter of
months and he could easily foresee him participating in their musical and
festivities of the
choice, causing a slight
flutter in the
dovecotes of the fair sex and
being made a lot
of by ladies out for sensation, cases of which,
as he happened to
know, were on
record —º in fact, without
giving the show away, he himself once upon a time, if he cared to, could easily
would be the
emolument by no
means to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his
that for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily
platform as a
walk in life
for any lengthy
a step in the
required direction it
beyond yea or
and both monetarily
and mentally it
reflection on his dignity
in the smallest
and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be
handed a cheque
at a muchneeded moment when
helped. Besides, though taste latterly had
to a degree,
original music like that, different from the conventional rut, would rapidly
have a great
as it would be a
after the usual
hackneyed run of
catchy tenor solos
foisted on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their
genus omne. Yes, beyond a shadow of a
he could, with all the cards in his
and he had a capital
opening to make a name for himself and win
a high place in the
city's esteem where he could
command a stiff
give a grand concert for
the patrons of
house, given a
backerupº, if one were
to kick him
upstairs, so to
with some impetus
of the goahead
sort to obviate
the inevitable procrastination which often tripped up a too much fêted
prince of good
Andu84) it need not
detract from the
other by one iota
as, being his own
master, he would have
heaps of time to
practise literature in his spare moments when desirous
of so doing
without its clashing
with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoeverº as it was a matter for himself alone. In fact, he had the ball at his feet and that was the very reason why the other, possessed of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort, hung on to him at all.
The horse was just then (u17 ….u84) (u17and Andu84) later on(u17,u84) at a propitious opportunity he purposed (Bloom did), without anyway prying into his private affairs on the fools step in where angels principle,º advising him to sever his connection with a certain budding practitioner(u17,u84) who, he noticed, was prone to disparage(u17,u84) and even(u17,u84) to a slight extent(u17,u84) with some hilarious pretext(u17,u84) when not present, deprecate him, or whatever you like to call it(u17,u84) which(u17,u84) in Bloom's humble opinion(u17,u84) threw a nasty sidelight on that side of a person's character (u17—,u84) no pun intended.
The horse(u17,u84) having reached the end of his tether, so to speak, halted(u17,u84) and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added his quota by letting fall on the floor(u17,u84) which the brush would soon brush up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Slowly(u17,u84) three times, one after another, from a full crupper(u17,u84) he mired. And humanely his driver waited till he (or she) had ended, patient in his scythed car.
Side by side Bloom, profiting by the contretemps, with Stephen passed through the gap of the chains, divided by the upright, and, stepping over a strand of mire, went across towards Gardiner streetº lower, Stephen singing more boldly, but not loudly, the end of the ballad(u17:.u84)
Und alle Schiffe brücken.
The driver never said a word, good, bad or indifferent(u17. He, butu84) merely watched the two figures, as he sat on his lowbacked carº, both black (u17—,u84) one full, one lean (u17—,u84) walk towards the railway bridge, to be married by Father Maher. As they walked(u17,u84) they at times stopped and walked again(u17,u84) continuing their tête à têteº (which(u17,u84) of course(u17,u84) he was utterly out of)(u17,u84) about sirens, enemies of man's reason, mingled with a number of other topics of the same category, usurpers, historical cases of the kind while the man in the sweeper car or you might as well call it in the sleeper car who in any case couldn't possibly hear because they were too far simply sat in his seatº near the end of lower Gardiner street and looked after their lowbacked car.