Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. A sugarsticky girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school treat. ⁽³Bad for their tummies.³⁾ Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. God. Save. Our. Sitting on his throne⁽³,³⁾ sucking ^|5jujubes red jujubes white^5|.

A sombre ^|6Y.M.C.A.^6| young man, watchful among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon's⁽³,³⁾ placed a throwaway in ⁽³the a³⁾ hand of Mr Bloom.

Heart to heart talks.

Bloo … Me? No.

Blood of the Lamb.

His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. ^|5Are you saved?^5| All are washed in the blood of the lamb. ^|6God wants blood victim. Birth, hymen, martyr, war, foundation of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids' altars.^6| Elijah is coming. Dr John Alexander Dowie,º restorer of the church in Zion,º is coming. ⁽³Is coming. Is coming. Is coming.

⁽⁵⇒^{5) (5}Is coming! Is coming!! Is coming!!! Is coming! Is coming!! Is coming!!!^5)3)
(5All heartily welcome. All heartily welcome.⁵⁾

Paying game. ^|6|aTorry and Alexander last year.^a| Polygamy. His wife will put the stopper on that.^6| Where was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix⁽³.?³⁾ Our Saviourº. Wake up in the dead of night and see ⁽³it him³⁾ on the wall, hanging. Pepper's ghost idea. Iron ⁽³Nails Ran nails ran^{3) (4}In in⁴⁾.

Phosphorusº it must be done with. If you leave a bit of codfish for instance. I could see the bluey silver over it. Night I went down to
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the pantry in the kitchen. ^|7Don't like all the smells in it waiting to ^|aget rush^a| out.^7| What was it she wanted? The Malaga raisins. ^|6Thinking of Spain^|7.^7|6| Before Rudy was born. The phosphorescence, that bluey greeny. Very good for the brain.

From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk.
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Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms. Must be selling off some old furniture. Knew her eyes at once from the ⁽³brother father³⁾. Lobbing about waiting for ⁽³the father him³⁾. Home always breaks up when the mother goes⁽³:.³⁾ Fifteen children he had. Birth every year almost. That's in their theology or the priest won't give the poor woman the confession, the absolution. Increase and multiply. Did you ever hear such an idea? ^|6Eat you out of house and home.^6| No families themselves to feed. Living on the fat of the land. ^|6Their butteries and larders^|7.^{7| |9}I'd like to see them do the black fast Yom Kippur. Crossbuns. One meal and a collation for fear he'd collapse on the altar.^9|6| A housekeeper of one of those fellows if you could pick it out of her. Never pick it out of her^|4:.^{4| |6}Like getting £.s.d.º out of him.^{6| |5}Does himself well.^{5| |7}No guests. ^|9All for number one. Watching his water.^9| Bring your own bread and butter.^{7| |4}his His^4| reverence^|err: mum's. Mum'sº^err| the word.

Good Lord, that poor child's dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks too. ^|6Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes.^6| It's after they feel it. ^|6Proof of the pudding.^6| Undermines the constitution.

As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the parapet. Brewery barge with export stout. England. Sea air sours it, I heard. Be interesting some day get a pass through ⁽³Hitchcock Hancock³⁾ to see the brewery. Regular ^|6town world^6| in itself. Vats of porter⁽³,³⁾ wonderful. Rats get in too. Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating. Dead drunk on the porter. Drink till they puke ⁽³again³⁾ like christians. Imagine drinking that⁽³.!³⁾ Rats: vats. Well⁽³,³⁾ of course⁽³,³⁾ if we knew all the things.

Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quaywallsº, gulls. Rough weather outside. ⁽³If I threw myself down?^{3) (3}R. Reuben³⁾ J's son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. ⁽³One and eightpence too much. Hhhhm. It's the droll way he comes out with the things. ^|6Knows how to tell a story too.^6|3)
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⁽³⇒³⁾ They wheeled lower. Looking for grub. Wait.

He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Elijah thirtytwo feet per ⁽³second sec³⁾ is ⁽³coming com³⁾. Not a bit. The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of swells, floated under by the bridgepiersº. Not such damn fools. ^|6Also the day I threw that stale cake out of the Erin's King picked it up in the wake fifty yards astern. Live by their wits.^6| They wheeled, flapping.

The hungry famished gullº
Flaps o'er the waters dull.
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That is how poets write, the similar sounds. But then Shakespeare has no rhymes: blank verse. The flow of the language it is. The thoughts. Solemn⁽³.³⁾

Hamlet, I am thy father's spirit
Doomed for a certain time to walk the earth⁽³.³⁾

— Two apples a penny⁽³.!³⁾ Two for a penny⁽³.!³⁾

His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand. Australians they must be this time of year. Shiny peels: polishes them up with a rag or a handkerchief.

⁽³Wait, those Wait. Those³⁾ poor birds.

He halted ⁽³again³⁾ and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its ⁽³pieces fragments³⁾ down into the Liffey. See that? The gulls swooped silently,º two, then all⁽³,³⁾ from their heights, pouncing on prey. Gone. Every morsel.

⁽³⇒³⁾ Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his hands. They never expected that. Manna. Live on fish,º fishy flesh they have,º all seabirdsº, gulls, seagoose. ^|9|11Swans from Anna Liffey ^|acome swim^a| down here sometimes to preen themselves. No accounting for tastes.^11| Wonder what kind is swanmeat.^9| Robinson Crusoe had to live on them.

They wheeled⁽³,³⁾ flapping weakly. I'm not going to throw any more. Penny ⁽³is³⁾ quite enough. Lot of thanks I get. ⁽³Not even a caw.^{3) |6}They spread foot and mouth disease too.^6| If you ^|6fatten cram^6| a turkeyº sayº on ⁽³chestnutmeal chestnut meal³⁾ it tastes like that. ^|5Eat pig like pig.^5| But then why is it that saltwater fish are not salty? How is that?
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His eyes sought answer ⁽³on from³⁾ the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

⁽³⇐^{3) |7}Hyam's ^|10Kino's Kino'sº^10|7|

⁽³⇐^{3) |5}11/-^{5| |6|10}11/- 11/-º^10|6|

⁽³⇐^{3) |10}Trousers. Trousersº^10|

Good idea that. Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation. How can you own water really? It's always flowing in a stream, never the same, which in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream. All kinds of places are good for ads. That quack doctorº for the clap ⁽³that³⁾ used to be stuck up in all the greenhouses. Never see it now. Strictly confidential. Dr Hy Franks. Didn't cost him a ⁽³cent red^|10|a. Like like^a| Maginni ^|athe dancing master^a| self advertisement^10|3). Got fellows to stick them up or stick them up himself for that matter on the q.t. running in to loosen a button. ^|5Flybynightº.^5| Just the place too. ^|5|7Post No Bills. Post 110 Pills. POST NO BILLS. POST 110 PILLS. Some chap with a dose burning him.^7|5|
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If he …?º

O!

Eh?

No … No.º

No⁽³.,³⁾ no. I don't believe it. He wouldn't surely?

No, no.

Mr Bloom moved forward,º raising his troubled eyes. Think no more about that. After one. ⁽³The timeball Timeballº³⁾ on the ballast officeº is down. Dunsink time. Fascinating little book that is of sirº Robert Ball's. Parallax. I never exactly understood. ^|5There's a priest. Could ask him.^5| Par it's Greek: parallel⁽³,³⁾ parallax. Met him pike hosesº she called ⁽³him it³⁾ till I told her about the transmigration ⁽³idea³⁾. O rocks!

Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballast officeº. She's right after all. ⁽³They're only Only³⁾ big words for ordinary things on account of the sound. She's not exactly witty. ^|6Can be rude too. unread Blurt out what I was thinking.º^6| Still⁽³,³⁾ I don't know. She used to say Ben Dollard had a base barreltone voice. He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was singing into a barrel. Now, isn't that wit⁽³.?³⁾ They used to call him big Ben. ⁽³That's not Not³⁾ half as witty as calling him base barreltone. ^|7Appetite like
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an albatross. Get outside of a baron of beef.^7| Powerful man he was ⁽³for at³⁾ stowingº away number one Bass. Barrel of Bass. See? It all works out.

A procession of whitesmocked ⁽⁴men sandwichmenº⁴⁾ marched slowly towards him along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Bargains. Like that priest they are this morning: we have sinned: we have suffered. He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats⁽³.:³⁾ H. E. L. Y. S. Wisdom Hely's. Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from ⁽³behind under³⁾ his foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. ^|6Our staple food.^6| Three bob a day, walking along the gutters, street after street. Just keep skin and bone together, bread and skilly. They are not Boyl: no⁽³,:³⁾ M'Glade's men. Doesn't bring in any business either. I suggested to him about a transparent showcartº with two ⁽³smart^{3) (3}children³⁾ girls sitting inside writing ⁽³letters,³⁾ copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaperº. I bet that would have caught on. ⁽³Two smart young girls. Always Smart girls writing something³⁾ catch the eye ⁽³at once³⁾. ⁽³Everyone dying to know what she's writing.^{3) |7}Get twenty of them round you if you stare at nothing.^{7| |6}Have a finger in the pie.^{6| |8}Women too. Curiosity. Pillar of salt.^8| Wouldn't have it of course because he didn't think of it himself first. ^|7Or the inkbottle I suggested with a false stain of black celluloid.^{7| |5}His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under the obituaries^|7,^7| cold meat department. ^|6You can't lick 'em. ^|7what What?^{7| |a}Hely's Our^a| envelopes.^{6| |6}Hello! Hello,º Jones,^6| where are you going? ^|6Can't stop, Robinson,^6| I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser
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Kansell, sold by Hely's Ltd, 85 Dame streetº.^5| Well out of that ruck I am. Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents. Tranquilla convent. That was a nice nun there, really sweet face. ^|6Wimple suited her small head.^6| Sister? Sister? I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. Very hard to bargain with that sort of ⁽³a³⁾ woman. I disturbed her at her devotions that morning. ^|6But glad to communicate with the outside world.^6| Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Sweet name too: caramel. She knew Iº, I think she knew by the way she. If she had married she would have changed. I suppose they really were short of money. ⁽³Fried everything in the best butter all the same. ^|5No lard for them. My heart's broke eating dripping. They like buttering themselves in and out. Molly
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tasting it, her veil up.^5|3) Sister? ^|5Pat Claffey, the pawnbroker's daughter.^{5| (3}And yet it It³⁾ was a nun ⁽³they say³⁾ invented barbed wire.

He crossed Westmoreland street when ⁽³apostrophe³⁾ S had plodded by ⁽³towards the.³⁾ Rover cycleshop. ⁽³Those races are on today.³⁾ How long ago is that? Year Phil Gilligan died. We were in Lombard street west. ⁽³Wait:º was in Thom's. Got the job in Wisdom Hely's year we married. Six years.³⁾ Ten years ago: ninetyfour ⁽³he died⁽⁴,º⁴⁾ yes that's right⁽⁵,⁵⁾ the big fire at Arnott's³⁾. ⁽³Val Dillon was lord mayor.^{3) |7}The Glencree dinner. Aldermanº Robert O'Reilly emptying the port into his soup before the flag fell.º Bobbob lapping it ^|afor the inner alderman^a|. Couldn't hear what the band played. ^|aWhat for For what^a| we have already received may the Lord make us.^7| Milly was a kiddy then. Molly had that ^|6elephant grey elephantgrey^6| dress with the braided frogs ⁽³on it³⁾. ^|6Mantailored with selfcoveredº buttons.^6| She didn't like it because I sprained my ankle first day she wore ⁽⁴it,º⁴⁾ choir picnic ⁽³on Killiney hill at the Sugarloaf³⁾. As if that. ^|5Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with some sticky stuff. Flies' picnic too.^5| Never put a dress on her back like it. Fitted her like a glove, shouldersº and hips. Just beginning to plump it out well. Rabbit pieº we had that day. People looking after her.

Happy. Happier then. Snug little room that was with the red wallpaper.º ^|5Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen.^5| Milly's tubbing night. American soap I bought: elderflower. Cosy smell of her bathwater. Funny she looked soaped all over. Shapely too. ^|7Now photography. Poor papa's ^|13'daguerrotype daguerreotypeº^13'| atelier he told me of. Hereditary taste.^7|

He walked along the curbstone.

Stream of life. What was the name of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he passed? ^|5Weak eyes, woman.^{5| (3}Stopping Stopped³⁾ in Citron's saint Kevin's parade. Pen something. Pendennis? My memory is getting. Pen …? ^|6Ofº course it's years ago. Noise of the trams probably. Well, if he couldn't remember the dayfather's name that he sees every day.^6|
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Bartell d'Arcy was the tenor, just coming out then. Seeing her home after practice. Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache. Gave her that song Winds that blow from the south.

Windy night that was I went to fetch her ⁽³there was that lodge
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meeting on about those lottery tickets³⁾ after Goodwin's concert in the supperroomº ^|8or oakroom^8| of the Mansionº house. He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew out of my hand against the high school railings. Lucky it didn't. Thing like that spoils ⁽³the³⁾ effect of a night for her. Professor Goodwin linking her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. ^|5His farewell concerts. ^|aPositively last appearance on any stage.^a| May be for months and may be for never.^5| Remember her laughing at the wind⁽³,³⁾ her blizzard collar up. Corner of Harcourt road remember that gust⁽³.?³⁾ Brrfoo! Blew up all her skirts and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. She did get flushed in the wind. Remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her ^|10supper^10| with the Chutney sauce she liked. And the mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth ^|6rug^{6| |5}unclasping unclamping the busk of^5| her stays⁽³: white. White³⁾.

Swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed. Always warm from her. Always liked to let ⁽³her self herself³⁾ out. Sitting there after till near two⁽³,³⁾ taking out her hairpins. Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy. That was the night …

— ⁽³O, ^|5O O,^5|3) Mr Bloom, how do you do?

— ⁽³O, ^|5O O,^5|3) how do you do, Mrs Breen?

— No use complaining. How is Molly those times? Haven't seen her for ages.

— In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily.º ^|6Milly's Milly has a position^6| down in Mullingar, you know.

— ^|5Is that so? Go away!^{5| |6}Isn't that grand for her?^6|

— ⁽³Yes. In Yes, in³⁾ a photographer's there. Getting on like a house on fire. How are all your charges?

— All on the baker's list, Mrs Breen said.

How many has she? No other in sight.

— You're in black⁽³,³⁾ I see. You have no …⁽³?³⁾

— No, Mr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral.

Going to crop up all day, I foresee. ^|6Who's dead, when and what did he die of?^{6| |5}Turn up like a bad penny.^5|

— O⁽³,³⁾ dear me, Mrs Breen said⁽³.,³⁾ I hope it wasn't any near ⁽³relative relation³⁾.
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May as well get her sympathy.

— Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite
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suddenly, poor fellow. Heart trouble, I believe. Funeral was this morning.

⁽⁴Your funeral's tomorrow Your funeral's tomorrow^4)
(4While you're coming through the rye. While you're coming through the rye.^4)
(4Diddlediddle dumdum Diddlediddle dumdum^4)
(4Diddlediddle Diddlediddle⁴⁾ …

— Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen's womaneyes said melancholily.

Now that's quite enough about that. Just:º quietly: husband.

— And your lord and master?

Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn't lost them anyhow.

— O, don't be talking⁽³!,³⁾ she said. He's a caution ⁽³to rattlesnakes³⁾. He's in there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me heartscalded. Wait till I show you.

Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs ^|6rolypoly^6| poured out from Harrison's. The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr Bloom's gullet. ^|7Want to make good pastry, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar, or they'd taste it with the hot tea.^{7| |9}Or is it from her?^9| A barefoot arab stood over the grating,º breathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way. ^|6Pleasure or pain is it?^{6| |5}Penny dinner.^{5| |9}Knife and fork chained to the table.^9|

Opening her handbag, chipped leather. Hatpinº: ought to have a guard on those things. Stick it in a chap's eye in the tram. Rummaging. ^|5Open. Money. Please take one. Devils if they lose sixpence. Raise Cain. Husband barging. Where's the ten shillings I gave you on Monday^|~.?º^{~|5| |6}Areº you feeding your little brother's family?^6| Soiled handkerchief⁽³.:^{3) (3}Medicine bottle ^|10medicine bottle medicinebottle^10|3). ^|7Pastille that was fell.^7| What is she …?º

— There must be a new moon out, she said. He's always bad then. Do you know what he did last night?

Her hand ceased to rummage. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide in alarm, yet smiling.
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— What? Mr Bloom asked.

Let her speak. Look straight in her eyes. I believe you. Trust me.

— Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had⁽³,³⁾ a nightmare.

Indiges.

— Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs.

— The ace of spades! Mr Bloom said.

She took a folded postcard from her handbag.

— Read that, she said. He got it this morning.

— What is it? Mr Bloom asked, taking the card. U. P.?
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— U. P:º up, she said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It's a great shame for them whoever he is.

— Indeed it is, Mr Bloom said.

She took back the card, sighing.

— And now he's going round to Mr Menton's office. He's going to take an action for ten thousand pounds, he says.

She folded the card ⁽³back³⁾ into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.

Same blue serge dress she had two years ago, the nap bleaching. Seen its best days. Wispish hair over her ears. And that ⁽³dusty looking dowdy³⁾ toque⁽³:,³⁾ three old ⁽³cherries grapes³⁾ to take the harm out of it. ^|5Shabby genteel. ^|7Relics of old decency^7|5| She used to be a ^|6smart tasty^6| dresser. Lines round her mouth. Only a year or ⁽³two so³⁾ older than Molly.

See the eye that woman gave her, passing. Cruel. ^|6The unfair sex.^6|

He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent. Pungent mockturtle⁽³,³⁾ oxtail⁽³,³⁾ mulligatawny. I'm hungry too. ⁽³A few flakes Flakes³⁾ of pastry on the gusset of her dress: daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek. ^|6|7Tart Rhubarb tart^7| with liberal fillings, rich fruit interior.^{6| (3}Floey Josie³⁾ Powell that was. ^|7In Luke Doyle's longº ago.º Dolphin's Barn, the charades.^7| U. P:º up.

Change the subject.

— Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy⁽³?,³⁾ Mr Bloom asked.

— Mina Purefoy? she said.

Philip Beaufoy I was thinking. Playgoers' ⁽³Club club³⁾. Matcham often thinks of the masterstroke. ⁽³Did I pull the chain? ^|7Yes. The last act.^7|3)

— Yes.
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— I just called ⁽³over³⁾ to ask ⁽³on the way in³⁾ is she over it. She's in the ⁽³maternity ^|6lyingin lying-in^6|3) hospital in Holles street. Dr Horne got her in. She's three days bad now.

— O, Mr Bloom said. I'm sorry to hear that.

— Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It's a very stiff birth, the nurse told me.

— O, Mr Bloom said.

His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. His tongue clacked in compassion. Dth! Dth!

— I'm sorry to hear that, he said. Poor thing! Three days⁽³.!³⁾ That's terrible for her.

Mrs Breen nodded.

— She was taken bad on the Tuesday …

Mr Bloom touched her funnybone gently, warning her:º

— Mind! Let this man pass.
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A bony form strode along the curbstone from the river⁽³,³⁾ staring with a rapt gaze into the sunlight through a heavystringedº glass. Tight as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride.

— Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts. Watch⁽³.!³⁾

— Who is he ^|6when he's at home if it's a fair question^6|?º Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty?

— His name is Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Bloom said⁽³,³⁾ smiling. Watch⁽³.!³⁾

— He has enough of them, she said. Denis will be like that one of these days.

She broke off suddenly.

— There he is, she said. I must go after him. Goodbyeº. Remember me to Molly, won't you?

— I will, Mr Bloom said.

He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts. Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison'sº hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs. ^|6Blown in from the bay.^6| Like old times. He suffered her to overtake him without surprise
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and thrust his dull grey beard towards her, his loose jaw wagging as he spoke earnestly.

^|9Meshuggah.^9| Off his chump.

Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of him in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoatº. Going the two days. Watch him⁽³.!³⁾ Out he goes again. ^|6One way of getting on in the world.^6| And that other old mosey lunatic ^|7in those duds^7|. Hard time she must have with him.

U. P:º up. I'll take my oath that's Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Wrote it for a lark in the Scotch houseº I bet anything. Round to Menton's office. His oyster eyes staring at the postcard. Be a ⁽³sight feast³⁾ for the gods.

He passed the Irish Times. There might be other answers lying there. ^|8Like to answer them all. Good system for criminals. Code.^8| At their lunch now. Clerk with the glasses there doesn't know me. O, ^|9let them stay there le leave them there to simmer^9|. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them. Wanted⁽³,³⁾ smart ⁽³lady³⁾ typist to aid gentleman in literary work. I called you naughty darling because I do not like that other world. Please tell me what is the meaning. Please tell me what perfume ^|6does^6| your wife. Tell me who made the world. The way they spring those questions on you. And the other one Lizzie Twigg. My literary efforts have had the good fortune to meet with the approval of the eminent
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poet A. E⁽³.³⁾ (Mr Geo.º Russell). No time to do her hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry.

Best paper ⁽³by long chalks³⁾ for a small ad. ^|6Got the provinces now. Cook and general, exc.º cuisine, housemaid kept. Wanted live man for spirit counter. Resp. girl (R.C.) wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop.^6| James Carlisle made that. Six and a half per cent dividend. ^|6Made a big deal on Coates's shares. Ca' canny.^6| Cunning old Scotch ^|6fox w ^|7fogey hunks^7|6|. All the toady news. Our gracious and popular vicereine. Bought the Irish Field now. Lady Mountcashel has ⁽³now completely quite³⁾ recovered after her confinement and rode out with the ^|6Meath hounds Ward Union staghounds at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath^6|. ^|5Uneatable fox. ^|6Pothunters too. Fear injects juices make it tender enough for them.^{6| |a}Riding astride.^{a| |6}Sit
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her horse like a man.º Weightcarrying huntress.^6| No sidesaddle ^|6or pillion^6| for her, not for Joe. First to the meet and in at the death.^5| Strong as a brood mare some of those horsey women. ^|9Swagger around livery stables.^9| Toss off a glass of ⁽³raw³⁾ brandy ⁽³neat³⁾ while you'd say knife. That one at the ⁽³Grosvenor Grosvenor³⁾ this morning. Up with her on the car: wishswish. ^|8Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it.^8| Think that pugnosed ⁽³tramdriver driver³⁾ did it out of spite. ^|7Who is this she was like? O yes! Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old wraps and black underclothes in the Shelbourne hotel. Divorced Spanish American. Didn't take a feather out of her my handling them. As if I was her clotheshorse. ^|9Saw her in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in with Whelan of the Express. Scavengingº what the quality left. High tea. Mayonnaise I poured on the plums thinking it was custard.^9| Her ears ought to have tingled for a few weeks after. Want to be a bull for her. Born courtesan. No nursery work for her, thanks.^7|

Poor Mrs Purefoy! ^|5Methodist husband. Method in his madness. Saffron bun and milk ^|6and soda^6| lunch in the educational dairy. ^|a|~Y.M.C.A.^~|º^{a| |6}Eating with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the minute.^6| And stillº his ^|6muttonchop^6| whiskers grew. ^|6Supposed to be well connected. Theodore's cousin in Dublin Castle. One tony relative in every family.^6| Hardy annuals he presents her with. ^|9Saw him out at the Three Jolly Topers ^|amarching along bareheaded^a| and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet.^{9| |a|7}Squallers. The squallers.º^7|a| Poor thing! ^|9Then having to give the breast year after year all hours of the night.^{9| |6}Selfish those t.t's are. Dog in the manger.^{6| |9}Only one lump of sugar in my tea, if you please.^9|5|

He stood at Fleet street crossing. ^|6Luncheon interval.º^6| Aº ⁽³lunch sixpenny³⁾ at Rowe's? Must look up that ad in the national library. An eightpenny in the Burton. ⁽³Better.³⁾ On my way.
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He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. ⁽³Tea, tea, tea Tea. Tea. Tea³⁾. I forgot to tap Tom Kernan.

⁽³Ss Sss³⁾. Dth, dth, dth! Three days imagine groaning on a bed with a vinegared handkerchief round her forehead, her belly swollen out.º Phew! Dreadful simply! Child's head too big: forceps. Doubled up inside her trying to butt its way out blindly, groping for the way out.
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Kill me that would. Lucky Molly got over hers lightly. They ought to invent something to stop that. ^|6Life with hard labour.^6| Twilight sleepº idea: queen Victoria was given that. ^|6|7Twelve Nine^7| she had. ^|aA good layer.^a| Old woman that lived in a shoe she had so many children. Suppose he was consumptive.^6| Time someone thought about it instead of gassing about the what was it ⁽³the³⁾ pensive bosom of the silver effulgence. ^|5Flapdoodle to feed fools on.^5| They could easily have big establishments⁽³,³⁾ wholeº thing quite painless⁽³,³⁾ out of all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyoneº five per cent is a hundred shillings and five tiresome poundsº multiply by twenty decimal systemº encourage people to put by money save hundred and ten and a bit ⁽³twenty one twentyone³⁾ years want to work it out on paper come to a tidy ⁽³sum. More sumº more³⁾ than you think.

Not stillborn of course. They are not even registered. Trouble for nothing.

^|6Funny sight two of them together, their bellies out. Molly and Mrs Moisel. Mothers' meeting. Phthisis retires for the time being, then returns.^6| How flat they look ⁽³after³⁾ all of a sudden ⁽³after.!³⁾ Peaceful eyes. Weight off their ⁽³mind minds³⁾. Old Mrs Thornton was a jolly old soul. ^|6|aAll my babies, she said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed them. O, that's nyumnyumº.^a| Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall's son. His first bow to the public. Head like a prize pumpkin.^6| Snuffy ⁽³doctor Dr^{3) (3}Brody ^|7Brady Murren^7|3). People knocking them up at all hours. For God' sakeº⁽³,³⁾ doctor. Wife in her throes. ⁽³then Then³⁾ keep them waiting months for their ⁽³fees fee³⁾. ^|6To attendance on your wife.^{6| (3}People are very ungrateful to doctors No gratitude in people³⁾. ^|5Humane doctors, most of them.^5|

^|7Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew. Their little frolic after meals. Who will we do it on? I'll I pick the fellow in black. Here goes.º Here's good luck. Must be thrilling from the air. Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the trees near Goose green playing the monkeys. Mackerel they called me.^7|

A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in Indian file. ^|5Goose stepº.^5| Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their truncheons. After their feed with a good load of fat soup under
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their belts. ^|5Policeman's lot is oft a happy one.^5| They split up ⁽³in into³⁾ groups and scattered, saluting,º towards
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their beats. Let out to graze. ^|7Best moment to attack one ^|9in pudding time^9|. A punch in his dinner.^7| A squad of others, marching irregularly⁽³,³⁾ rounded Trinity railings⁽³,³⁾ making for the station. Bound for their troughs. Prepare to receive cavalry. Prepare to receive soup.

He crossed under Tommy Moore's roguish finger. They did right to put him up over a urinal: meeting of the waters. ^|5Ought to be places for women. Running into cakeshops. Settle my hat straight.^{5| (4}There is not in this wide world a vallee There is not in this wide world a vallee⁴⁾. Great song of Julia Morkan's. Kept her voice up to the very last. Pupil of Michael Balfe's, wasn't she?

He gazed after the last broad tunic. Nasty customers to tackle. Jack Power could ^|6tell a few tales a tale unfold^6|: father ⁽³was³⁾ a G⁽³.³⁾ man. If a fellow gave them trouble being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell. Can't blame them after all with the job they have ^|6especially the young hornies^6|. That horsepolicemanº ⁽³they the³⁾ day Joe Chamberlain was given his degree in Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did! His horse'sº hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street. Luckyº I had the presenceº of mind to dive into Manning's ^|8or I was souped^8|. He did come a wallop, by George. Must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones. I oughtn't to have got myself swept along with those medicals. ^|8And the Trinity jibs in their mortarboards.^{8| |6}Looking for trouble. Still I got to know that young Dixon who dressed that bite sting for me in the Mater and now he's in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy. Wheels within wheels. Police whistle in my ears still.^{6| (3}All skedaddled. Why he fixed on me. ^|5Give me in charge.^5|3) Right here it ⁽³was began³⁾.

— Up the ⁽³boers Boers³⁾!

— Three cheers for De Wet⁽³.!³⁾

— We'll hang Joe Chamberlain on a sourapple tree.º

Silly ⁽³game billies³⁾: mob of young cubs yelling their guts out. ^|5Vinegar hill.^{5| |7}The Butter exchange band.^7| Few years'º time half of them magistrates and civil servants. War comes on: into the army helterskelter: same fellows used to⁽³.:º^{3) (3}Whether whether³⁾ on the scaffold highº.

Never know who you're talking to. Corny Kelleher he has Harvey
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Duff in his eye. Like that Peter ⁽³of or³⁾ Denis or James Carey ⁽³that³⁾ blew the gaff on the invincibles. Member of the corporation too. Egging raw youths on to get in the know allº the time drawing secret service pay from the castle. ^|7Drop him like a hot potato.^{7| (3}Why those plainclothesº men are always courting slaveys. ^|10Easily twig a man used to uniform.^10| Squarepushing up against a backdoor. Maul her a bit. ^|6Then the next thing on the menu.^6| And who is the gentleman
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does be visiting there? Was the young master saying anything? Peeping Tom through the ^|6key hole keyhole^6|. Decoy duck. Hotblooded young student fooling round her fat arms ironing.

— Are those yours, Mary?

— I don't wear such things … Stop or I'll tell the missus on you. Out half the night.

— There are great times coming, Mary. Wait till you see.

— Ah, gelongº with your great times coming.³⁾

⁽³Barmaids too. Tobaccoshopgirlsº.³⁾

⁽³⇒^{3) (3}Stephen's James Stephens'³⁾ idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so that a fellow couldn't ^|6inform round^6| on more than his own ring. ^|5Sinn Fein. Back out you get the knife. Hidden hand. Stay in. The firing squad.^5| Turnkey'sº daughter got him out of Richmond, off from Lusk⁽³, putting. Putting³⁾ up in the Buckingham ⁽³palace Palace³⁾ hotel under their very noses. ⁽³Irish³⁾ Garibaldi.

You must have a certain fascination⁽³.:³⁾ Parnell. Arthur Griffith is a squareheaded fellow but he ⁽³hasn't got has no³⁾ go in him for the mob. ⁽³Or Want to³⁾ gas about our lovely land. ^|6Gammon and spinach. ^|aDublin Bakery Company's tearoom.^a| Debating societies. That republicanism is the best form of government. That the language question should take precedence of the economic question.^6| Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. ⁽³Fill Stuff³⁾ them up with meat and drink. ^|9Michaelmas goose. Here's a good lump of thyme seasoning under the apron for you. Have another quart of goosegrease before it gets ^|10too^10| cold.^{9| |8}Halffed enthusiasts. Penny roll and a walk with the band.^{8| |7}No grace for the carver.^{7| |6|a}Thought The thought^a| that the other chap pays best sauce in the world.^{6| |7}Make themselves thoroughly at home. Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches.^7| The not far distant day. Homeruleº sun rising up in the northwest.
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His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity's surly front. Trams passed one another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging. Useless words. Things go on^|6:^6| same:º day after day: squads of police marching out, back: trams in, out. Those two loonies mooching about. Dignam carted off. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed groaning to have a child tugged out of her. One born every second somewhere. ⁽³Another Other³⁾ dying every second. Since I fed the birds five minutes. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Other three hundred born, washing the blood off, ⁽³all are washed in the blood of the lamb,³⁾ bawling maaaaaa.

Cityful passing away, other cityful coming⁽³,³⁾ passing away too: other coming on, passing on. Houses, lines of houses, ⁽³street streets³⁾, miles of pavements,
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⁽³piled up piledup³⁾ bricks, stones. Changing hands. This owner, that. Landlord never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets his notice to quit. They buy the place ⁽³up³⁾ with gold and ⁽³then still³⁾ they have ⁽³all³⁾ the ⁽³place and³⁾ gold ⁽³as well³⁾. ⁽³Of course there's a swindle Swindle³⁾ in it somewhere. Piled up in cities, worn away age after age. Pyramids in sand. ^|5Built on bread and onions. Slaves ^|6chinese Chineseº^6| wall.^5| Babylon. Big stones left. ^|5Round towers^|6.^6|5| Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt.º Kerwan's ^|5mushroom^5| houses⁽³,³⁾ built of breeze. Shelter⁽³,³⁾ for the night.

No-oneº is anything.

This is the very worst hour of the day. ⁽³Vitality.³⁾ Dull, gloomy⁽³.:^{3) (3}I feel. Hate hate³⁾ this hour. ⁽³Feelº as if I had been eaten and spewed.³⁾

⁽³⇒³⁾ Provost's house. The reverend ⁽³tinned Dr³⁾ Salmon ⁽³D.D.: tinned salmon³⁾. Well tinned in there. ⁽³Like a mortuary chapel.³⁾ Wouldn't live in it if they paid me. Hope they have liver and bacon today. ^|5Nature abhors a vacuum.^5|

The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverwareº ^|6in Walter Sexton's window opposite opposite in Walter Sexton's windowº^6| by which John Howard Parnell passed, unseeing.

There he ⁽³is. The is: the³⁾ brother. Image of ⁽³the brother him³⁾. Haunting face. Now that's a coincidence. Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don't meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a corporation meeting today. They say he never put on the city marshal's uniform since he got the job. Charley ⁽⁴Boulger Kavanaghº⁴⁾ used to
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come out on his ⁽³high³⁾ horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved. Look at the woebegone walk of him. ^|5Eaten a bad egg. ^|aI have a pain. Poached eyes on ghost. Poached eyes on ghost^|6.^6| I have a pain.^a|5| Great man's brother: his brother's brother. ^|9He'd look nice on the city charger.^9| Drop into the ⁽³DBC D.B.C.³⁾ probably for his coffee⁽³,³⁾ play chess there⁽³.^{3) |6}His brother used men as pawns.^{6| (3}let Let³⁾ them all go to pot. Afraid to pass a remark on him. Freeze them up with that eye of his. That's the fascination⁽³. The: the³⁾ name. ^|6All a bit touched. Mad Fanny and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet ^|areins harness^a|.^{6| |7}Bolt upright like surgeon M'Ardle.^7| Still David Sheehy beat him for south Meath. ^|6Apply for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life.^{6| |7}The patriot's ^|9end banquet^9|. Eating orangepeels in the park.^7| Simon Dedalus said when they put him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the grave and lead him out of the ^|s5house of commons House of Commons^s5| by the arm.

— Of the twoheaded octopus, one of whose heads is the head upon which the ends of the world ⁽³are about have forgotten³⁾ to come while the other speaks with a Scotch accent. The tentacles …

They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Beard and bicycle. Young woman.
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And there he is ⁽³too.^{3) (3}now Now³⁾ that's really a coincidence⁽³. Second time: second timeº³⁾. ^|5Coming events cast their shadows before.^5| With the approval of the eminent poet⁽³,³⁾ Mr Geo⁽³.³⁾ Russell. That might be Lizzie Twigg with him. ⁽³A.E: A. E.:³⁾ whatº does that mean⁽³.?³⁾ Initials perhaps. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire. What was he saying? The ends of the world with a Scotch accent. Tentacles: octopus⁽³:.^{3) (3}that's some Something occult:³⁾ symbolism. Holding forth. She's taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid gentleman in literary work.

His eyes ⁽³following followed³⁾ the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle, a listening woman at his side. Coming from the vegetarian. Only ⁽³vegetables ^|s5vegebobbles ^|6vegetables weggebobblesº^6|s5|3) and ⁽³fruits fruit³⁾. ^|6Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that cow will pursue you through all eternity.^6| They say it's healthier. ⁽⁴Windandwatery Wind and wateryº⁴⁾ though. Tried it ⁽³too³⁾. ^|5Keep you on the run all day. ^|7Bad as a bloater.^7| Dreams all night.^5| Why do they call that thing they gave me nutsteak? ^|6|aNutarians.^a| Fruitarians.^6| To give you the idea you are
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eating rumpsteak. Absurd. ^|6Salty too. They cook in soda. Keep you sitting by the tap all night.^6|

Her stockings are loose over her ankles. I detest that⁽³. So: so³⁾ tasteless. Those literary ^(erretherial etherealº^err) people they are all. Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. Esthetes they are. I wouldn't be surprisedº if it was that kind of food you see produces the like waves of the brain the poetical. For example one of those ⁽³policeman policemen³⁾ sweating ⁽³soup Irish stew³⁾ into their shirtsº you couldn't squeeze ⁽³a line of³⁾ poetry out of him. Don't know what poetry is even. Must be in a certain mood.

The dreamy cloudy gull
Waves o'er the waters dull.º

He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglassesº. Or will I drop into old Harris's and have a chat with young Sinclair⁽³.?^{3) (3}Nice wellmannered Wellmannered³⁾ fellow. Probably at his lunch. Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Goerzº lenses^|5,^{5| |7}seven six^7| guineas. ⁽³Germans making their way everywhere. Sell on easy terms to capture trade.^{3) |6}Undercutting.^6| Might chance on a pair in the railway lost property office. Astonishing the things people leave behind them in trains and cloakroomsº. What do they be thinking about? Women too. Incredible. ^|6Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up that farmer's daughter's back bag and hand it to her at Limerick junction. Unclaimed money too.^6| There's a little watch up there on the roof of the bank to test those glasses by.
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His lids came down on the lower rims of his ^|6irises irides^6|. Can't see it. If you imagine it's there you can almost see it. Can't see it.

He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right hand at arm's length towards the sun. Wanted to try that often. Yes: completely. The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun's disk. Must be the focus where the rays cross. If I had black glasses. Interesting. There was a lot of talk about those sunspots when we were in Lombard street west. ⁽³Looking up from the back garden.³⁾ Terrific explosions they are. There will be a total eclipse this year⁽³,:³⁾ autumn some time.

Now that I come to think ⁽³of itº³⁾ that ball falls at Greenwich time.
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It's the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Must go out there some first Saturday of the month. If I could get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family. That would do to: man always feels complimented. ^|6Flattery where least expected. ^|9Nobleman proud to be descended from some king's mistress. His foremother.^9| Lay it on with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land.^{6| |5}Not go in and blurt out ^|7what you know you're not to^7|: what's parallax? Show this gentleman the door.^5|

Ah.

His hand fell ⁽³again³⁾ to his side ⁽³again³⁾.

Never know anything about it. Waste of time. Gasballs spinning about, crossing each other, passing. Same old dingdong always. Gas⁽³,^|5:,^5|3) then solid⁽³,^|5:,^5|3) then world⁽³,^|5:,^5|3) then cold⁽³,^|5:,^5|3) then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock⁽³,³⁾ like that pineapple rock. The moon. Must be a new moon out, she said. I believe there is.

He went on by la Maisonº Claire.

Wait. The full moon was the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is a new moon. Walking down by the Tolka. ^|7Not bad for a Fairview moon.^7| She was humming⁽³.:³⁾ The young ⁽³may May³⁾ moon she's beaming, love.º He other side of her. ⁽³Elbow. Fingers Elbow, arm³⁾. He. Glowworm's ^|6laamp la-ampº^6| is gleaming, love.º Touch⁽³,.³⁾ Fingers. Asking. Answer. Yes.

Stop. Stop. If it was it was. Must.

Mr Bloom, quickbreathingº, slowlier walking⁽³,³⁾ passed Adam court.

With ^|4ha a^{4| (3}quiet³⁾ keep quiet reliefº his eyes took note^|5:^5| this is ^|s5the^s5|º street here middle of the day ⁽³of³⁾ Bob Doran's bottle shoulders. On his annual bend, M'Coy said. ^|6They drink in order to say or do something or cherchez la femme.^6| Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the rest of the year ⁽³as³⁾ sober as a judge.

Yes. Thought so. ⁽³Into Sloping into³⁾ the Empire. Gone. ^|6Plain soda would do
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him good.^6| Where Pat Kinsella hadº his Harp theatre ^|7before Whitbredº ran the Queen's^7|. Broth of a boy^|7.^7| Dion Boucicault business with his harvestmoon face in a poky bonnet. Three Purty Maids from School.º How time flies,º eh? Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts. Drinkers, drinking, laughed ^|7spluttering, their drink against their
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breath^7|. ⁽³Good man More power³⁾, Pat. Coarse red: fun for drunkards: guffaw and smoke. ^|6Take off that white hat.^6| His parboiled eyes. Where is he now⁽³.?³⁾ Beggar somewhere. The harp that once did starve us all.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Twentyeight I was. She twentythree. ^|6Whenº we left Lombard street west something changed. Could never like it again after Rudy.^6| Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would ⁽³I you³⁾ go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you? Are you not happy ⁽³then³⁾ in your ⁽³life home,³⁾ you poor little naughty boy? ⁽³Wants to sew on buttons for me.³⁾ I must answer. Write it in the library.

Grafton street gay with housed awnings ⁽³lured his senses³⁾. Muslin prints, ⁽³silk dames passing silkdamesº and dowagers³⁾, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds ⁽³soft ringing lowringing^{3) (3}on in³⁾ the ⁽³cooking baking³⁾ causeway. Thick ⁽³ankles feet³⁾ that woman hasº in the white stockings. ^|5Hope the rain mucks them up on her.^5| Countrybredº ^|5chawbacon^5|. ⁽³Beef All the beef³⁾ to the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of ⁽⁴shape plumb⁴⁾.

He passed, dallying,º the ⁽³window windows³⁾ of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. ^|6Cascades of ribbons. Flimsy China silks.^6| A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin: lustrous blood. The huguenots brought that here. ⁽³⁽⁴Lacaus esant tara tara ^|6Lacaus esant La causa è santa!º^6| Tara taraº⁴⁾. Great chorus that. Taree taraº.³⁾ Must be washed in rainwater. ⁽³Meyerbeer. Tara: bom bom bomº.³⁾

Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. ⁽³Sticking Sticksº³⁾ them all over the place. ^|5Needles in window curtains.^5|

He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape: nearly gone. Not today anyhow. Must go back for that lotion. For her birthday perhaps. ⁽³June, July, Augseptember Junejulyaugseptemberº³⁾ eighth. Nearly three months off. Then she mightn't like it. Women won't pick up pins. Say ⁽³its it³⁾ cuts lo.

Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of ⁽³flat³⁾ silk stockings.

Useless to go back. Had to be. Tell me all.

High voices. ⁽³Sunwarmth. Silk Sunwarm silk³⁾. Jingling harnesses. ⁽³Women, women. All for a woman, home and houses, silkwebsº, silver, rich fruitsº spicy from Jaffa. Agendath Netaim. Wealth of the world.³⁾

A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain
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yielded. ⁽³Perfumes of embraces assailed him Perfume of embraces all him assailed³⁾. ⁽³His With³⁾ hungered flesh obscurely, ⁽³he³⁾ mutely craved to adore.
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Duke street. Here we are. Must eat. The Burton. Feel better then.

He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. Jingling,º hoofthuds. Perfumed bodies, warm, full. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds⁽³, chairs³⁾.

— Jack, love!

— Darling!

— Kiss me, ^|11Reggie Reggy^11|!

— My boy!

— Love!

His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink gripped his trembling breath: pungent meatjuice, ⁽⁴slop slushº⁴⁾ of greens. ^|5See the animals feed.^5|

Men, men, men.

⁽³Squatted Perched³⁾ on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables⁽³,³⁾ calling for more bread⁽³,³⁾ no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches. ^|6A pallid ^|8suetfaced^8| young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. New set of microbes.^6| A man with ⁽³a an³⁾ infant's ^|5saucestained^5| napkin tucked round him ^|5spooned shovelled^5| gurgling soup down his gullet. ^|5|6Spoonfed.^6|5| A man spitting back on his plate: ^|6halfmasticated^6| gristle: ⁽⁴gums:º⁴⁾ no teeth to ^|6chew chewchewchew^6| it. Chump chop ^|6he has from the grill^6|. ^|5Bolting to get it over.^5| Sad booser's eyes. ^|5Bitten off more than he can chew. Am I like that? See ourselves as others see us. Hungry man is an angry man. Working tooth and jaw.^{5| |6}Don't! O! ^|aA bone!^a| That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the Boyne. Wonder what ^|9he^9| was eating. ^|aSomething galoptious.^a| Saint Patrick converted him to Christianity. Couldn't swallow it all however.^6|

— Roast beef and cabbage.

— One stew.

Smells of men.º Spat-onº sawdust, sweetish warmish ⁽³cigarettesmoke cigarette smoke³⁾, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment.
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His gorge rose.º

Couldn't eat a morsel here. ^|5Fellow sharpening knife and fork ^|6toº eat all before him,^6| old chap picking his tootles. ^|6Slight spasm, full, chewing the cud.^6| Before and after. ^|8Grace after meals.^8| Look on this picture ^|aand then^a| on that. Scoffing up stewgravy with ^|6sopping sippets of^6| bread. Lick it off the plate, man!^5| Get out of ^|6it this^6|.

He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his nose.
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— Two stouts here.

— One corned and cabbage.

That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down ^|6as if his life depended on it^6|. ^|5Good stroke.^5| Give me the fidgets to look ⁽³at him³⁾. ^|6|aRather Safer^a| to eat from his three hands. Tear it limb from limb.^{6| (3}Like second Second³⁾ nature to him. Born with a silver knife in his mouth. That's witty, I think. Or no. Silver means born rich. Born with a knife. But then the allusion is lost.

An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. Rock, the ⁽³head³⁾ bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard. Well up: it splashed yellow near his boot. ^|6A diner, knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a second helping stared towards the foodlift ^|12|+across his stained square of newspaperº^+|12|. Other chap telling him something with his mouth full. Sympathetic listener. Table talk. I munched hum un thu Unchster Bunkº un Munchday. Ha? Did you^|7, faith^7|?^6|

Mr Bloom raised ⁽³his two³⁾ fingers ⁽³doubtfully³⁾ to his lips ⁽³doubtfully³⁾. His eyes said:

— Not here. Don't see him.

⁽³Get out of it Out³⁾.º ^|7I hate dirty eaters.^7|

⁽³⇒³⁾ He backed towards the door. Get ^|6something light a light snack^6| in Davy Byrne's ⁽³next door³⁾. ^|6Stopgap.^6| Keep me going. Had a good breakfast.

— Roast and mashed here.

— Pint of stout.

Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. ⁽³Gulp grub gulp. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. ^|7Gobstuff.^7|3)

He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street⁽³.^{3) (3}Eat or be eaten.^{3) |6}Kill! Kill!^6|

Suppose that communal kitchen⁽³. Years years³⁾ to come perhaps. All ⁽³coming trotting³⁾
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down with ^|6a porringer porringers and tommycans^6| to be filled⁽³,.^{3) |6}Devour contents in the street.^6| John Howard Parnell⁽³,³⁾ example⁽³,³⁾ the provost of Trinity⁽³,^3)|s5|6;^{6|s5| (3}everybody every mother's son^{3) (4}don't talk of your provosts and provost of Trinity don't talk of your provosts and provost of Trinityº⁴⁾⁽³,³⁾ women and children⁽⁵,^{5) (3}and³⁾ cabmen⁽⁵,^{5) (3}and³⁾ priests^|5,^{5| (3}and³⁾ parsons^|5,^{5| (3}and^{3) (3}field marshals fieldmarshals^|5,^{5|3) (3}and³⁾ archbishops⁽³,^3)|5.^{5| |6}From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, artisans' dwellings, north Dublin union^|11, lord mayor in his gingerbread coach, ^|aold^a| queen in a bathchair^11|.^{6| |5|a}my My^a| plate's empty. After you withº ^|~the^{~| |11}our^{11| |a}in corporated drinkingcup incorporated ^|12drinking cup drinkingcup^12|a|.^{5| |6}Like sir Philip Crampton's fountain. Rub off the microbes with your handkerchief. Next chap rubs on a new batch with his.^{6| (4}Father O'Flynn would make hares of them all Father O'Flynn would make hares of them allº⁴⁾. ^|6Have rows all the same. ^|7All for number one.^7| Children fighting for the scrapings of the pot.^6| Want a souppotº as big as the Phoenix parkº. ^|6Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of it.^{6| |9}Hate people all round you. City Arms hotel table d'hôte she called it. Soup, joint and sweet. Never know whose thoughts you're chewing.^9| Then who'd wash up
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all the plates and forks? Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Teeth getting worse and worse.

After all there's a lot in that vegetarian ⁽³the³⁾ fine ⁽³flavours flavour³⁾ of things from the earth garlic of courseº it stinks ⁽³after^{3) (3}Italians Italian organgrinders³⁾ crisp of onions^|6,^6| mushrooms^|6,^{6| (3}truffles³⁾. Pain to the animal too. ^|9Pluck and draw fowl.^{9| (3}Poor wretched Wretched³⁾ brutes there at the ⁽³cattle market cattlemarket³⁾ waiting for the poleaxe to split their skulls open. Moo. Poor trembling calves. Meh. Staggering bob. Bubble and squeak. Butchers' buckets ⁽³wobbly wobble³⁾ lights. ⁽³Give us that brisket off the hook. Plup. ^|6Rawhead and bloody bones.^6| Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust. Top and lashers going out. Don't maul them pieces, young one.³⁾

⁽³⇒³⁾ Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. ^|5Blood always needed.^5| Insidious. Lick it upº smoking hotº^|9, thick sugary^9|. ⁽³Famished³⁾ ghosts⁽³.³⁾

Ah, I'm hungry.

He entered Davy Byrne's. ^|5Moral pub. He doesn't chat. ^|6Stands a drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four.^6| Cashed a cheque for me once. ^|6Canny.^6|5|

⁽³⇒³⁾ What will I take ⁽³now³⁾? ⁽³He drew his watch.³⁾ Let me see now. ^|5Shandygaff?^5|
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— Hello, Bloom,º Nosey Flynn said from his nook.

— Hello, Flynn.

— ⁽³How is things going How's things³⁾?

— Tiptop … Let me see. I'll take a glass of burgundy and⁽³ …³⁾ let me see.

Sardines on the shelves. ^|6|aAlmost taste them by looking.^a| Sandwich? Ham and his descendants ^(errmusterred musteredº^err) and bred there.^6| Potted meats. What is home without Plumtree's potted meat?º Incomplete. What a stupid ad⁽³.!^{3) (3}Right under Under³⁾ the obituary notices ⁽³too they stuck it³⁾. ^|6All up a plumtree.^6| Dignam's potted meat. ⁽³Cannibals would with lemon and rice. White ^|9men missionary^9| too salty. Like pickled pork.^{3) |9}Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour. Ought to be tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect.^{9| |11}There was a right royal old nigger. Who ate or something the somethings of the reverend Mr MacTrigger.^11| With it an abode of bliss.º Lord knows what concoction. ⁽³Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked ^|8and minced^8| up. ^|6Puzzle find the meat.^6| Kosher. ^|6No meat and milk together.^6| Hygiene that was what they call now.^{3) |5}Yom Kippurº fast spring cleaning of inside. Peace and war depend on some fellow's digestion. Religions. Christmas turkeys and geese. Slaughter of innocents. Eat,º drink and be merry. Then casual wards full after.^{5| |6}Heads bandaged.º^{6| |5}Cheese digests all but itself. Mityº cheese.^5|

— Have you a cheese sandwich?
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— Yes, sir.

Like a few olives too if they had them. ^|6Italian I prefer.^6| Good glass of burgundyº take away that ⁽³feeling³⁾. ^|5Lubricate.^{5| (3}A ^|6cool nice^6| salad^|6, cool as a cucumber^6|. Tom Kernan can dress^|6 ….^{6|3) |6}Puts gusto into it. ^|11Pure olive oil.^{11| |8}First catch your hare. Milly served me that cutlet with a sprig of parsley.^{8|6| |5}Take one Spanish onion. God made food, the devil the cooks. Devilled crab.^5|

— Wife well?

— Quite well, thanks … A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you?

— Yes, sir.

Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.

— Doing any singing those times?
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⁽³Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear.³⁾ Flap ears ⁽³to match³⁾. Music. Knows as much about it as my coachman. Still better tell him. Does no harm. ^|6Free ad.^6|

— She's engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard perhaps.

— No. O, that's the style. Who's getting it up?

The ⁽³barman³⁾ curate served.

— How much is that?

— Seven ⁽³d, d.,³⁾ sir … Thank you, sir.

Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. ^|11Mr MacTrigger. Easier than the dreamy creamy stuff. His five hundred wives. Had the time of their lives.^11|

— Mustard, sir⁽³.?³⁾

— Thank you.

He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs ⁽³carefully³⁾. ^|11Their lives. I have it. It grew bigger and bigger and bigger.^11|

— Getting it up? he said. Well, it's like a company idea, you see. Part shares and part profits.

— Ay, now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand in his pocket to scratch his groin. Who is this was telling me? Isn't Blazes Boylan mixed up in it?

A warm shock of air⁽³,³⁾ heat of mustard⁽³,³⁾ hanchedº on Mr Bloom's heart. He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. ⁽³Pub clock five minutes fast.³⁾ Time going on. Hands moving. Two. Not yet.

His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, yearned more longly, longingly.

Wine.
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He ⁽³smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it,³⁾ set ⁽³down³⁾ his wineglass delicately⁽³, having tasted a comforting sip down³⁾.

— Yes, he said. He's the organiser in point of fact.

No fear⁽³: no. No³⁾ brains.

Nosey Flynn snuffled ⁽³and scratched. Flea having a good square meal.³⁾

— He ^|6made a tidy bit had a good slice of luck^6|(4,⁴⁾ Jack Mooney was telling me^|6,^6| over that ⁽³boxingmatch boxing match³⁾ Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the
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Portobello barracks. By God,º he had ^|7Myler the little kipper^7| down in the ⁽³country, county Carlow³⁾ he was telling me …

Hope that dewdrop doesn't come down into his glass. No, snuffled it up.

— For near a month, man, before it came off. Sucking duck eggs⁽³,³⁾ by God⁽³,^{3) (3}all day long till further orders³⁾. Keep him off the ⁽³boose ^|8booze boose^8|3), see? O, by God, Blazes is a hairy chap.

Davy Byrne came forward from the ⁽³hind bar hindbar³⁾ in ^|5tuckstitched^5| shirtsleevesº, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring's blush. ^|6Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete.^{6| |5}Too much fat on the parsnips.^5|

— And here's himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Can you give us a good one for the Gold cup⁽³.?³⁾

— I'm off that, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. I never put anything on a horse.

— You're right there, Nosey Flynn said.

Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, ⁽³relishing³⁾ fresh clean bread, ⁽³with relish of disgust⁽⁴,⁴⁾³⁾ pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his wine soothed his palate. ^|5Not logwood that.^{5| |6}Tastes fuller this weather with the chill off.^6|

Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed. Like the way it curves there.

— I wouldn't do anything ⁽³at all³⁾ in that line ⁽³at all³⁾, Davy Byrne said. It ruined many a man⁽³,³⁾ the same horses.

⁽³Vintners' sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises. Heads I win tails you lose.³⁾

— True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Unless you're in the know. There's no straight sport going now. Lenehan gets some good ones. He's giving ⁽³Sceptre Sceptreº³⁾ today⁽³,.^{3) (3}Zinfandel's Zinfandel'sº³⁾ the favourite, lord Howard de Walden's⁽³,³⁾ won at Epsom. Morny Cannon is riding him. I could have got seven to ⁽³two one³⁾ against Saint Amantº a fortnight before.

— That so? Davy Byrne said⁽³. …³⁾
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He went towards the window and, taking up the pettycashº book, scanned its pages.
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— I could, faith, Nosey Flynn said,º snuffling. That ⁽³must have been a sight worth seeing was a rare bit of horseflesh³⁾. ^|6Saint Frusquin was her sire.^6| She won in a thunderstorm, Rothschild's filly, with wadding in her ears. ^|6Blue jacket and yellow cap.^{6| (3}Bloody curse Bad luck³⁾ to big Ben Dollard and his ⁽³John O'Gaunt John O'Gauntº³⁾. He put me off it. Ay.

He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the flutes.

— Ay, he said, sighing.

Mr Bloom, champing, standing⁽³,³⁾ looked upon his sigh. Nosey numbskullº. ⁽³Tell Will I tell³⁾ him that horse ⁽³will I³⁾ Lenehan ⁽³tipped³⁾? ⁽³He knows already. Better let him forget.³⁾ Go and lose more. Fool and his money. Dewdrop coming down again. Cold nose he'd have ⁽³if he kissed kissing³⁾ a woman. Still they might like. ⁽³They like prickly beards Prickly beards they like³⁾. Dogs' cold noses. ⁽³Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel old Old³⁾ Mrs Riordan with ⁽³her the³⁾ rumbling ⁽³stomach stomach's Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel.^{3) (3}had in Molly's Molly fondling him in her³⁾ lap. O⁽³,³⁾ the big doggybowwowsywowsy⁽³.!³⁾

Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. Nice wine it is. Taste it better because I'm not thirsty. Bath of course does that. Just a ^|6light snack bite or two^6|. Then about six o'clock I can. Six⁽³. Six, six³⁾. Time will be gone then. She⁽³. …³⁾

Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that ⁽³really badly³⁾. Felt so off colour. His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins⁽⁴:,⁴⁾ sardines, gaudy lobsters' claws. All the odd things people ⁽³picked pick³⁾ up for food. Out of shells, periwinkles with a pin, off trees, ⁽³snails³⁾ out of the ground ⁽³the French eat³⁾, out of the sea with ⁽³bait on³⁾ a hook ⁽³and bait³⁾. ⁽³Silly fish learn nothing in a thousand years. If you didn't know risky ^|6thing^6| putting anything into your mouth. Poisonous berries. ^|5Johnny Magories. ^|6Roundness you think good.^{6| |a}Colour Gaudy colour^{a| |6}warn warns^6| you off.^5| One fellow told another and so on. Try it on the dog first.^{3) (3}Must have been led Led³⁾ on by the smell or the look ⁽³to know what was good³⁾. ^|6Tempting fruit. Ice cones. Cream.^{6| (3}Instinct.³⁾ Orangegroves for instance. Need artificial irrigation. Bleibtreustrasse. Yes but what about oysters. Unsightly like a clot of phlegm. Filthy shells. Devil to open them too. Who found them out? Garbage, sewage they feed on. ⁽³Only the fashion it is.^{3) (3}Red bank Oysters and fizz Fizz and Red bank oysters³⁾. Effect on the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red ⁽³Bank bank³⁾ this morning. Was he oystersº old fish at table ⁽³people say who knows perhapsº he³⁾ young flesh in bed ^(3|s5no.º No.^s5| June
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has no ar no oysters³⁾. ⁽³Of course But³⁾ there are people like ⁽³things high. Tainted Game tainted game.^{3) |8}Jugged hare. First catch your hare.^{8| |6}Chinese eating eggs fifty years old, blue and green again. Dinner of thirty courses. All Each ^|9dish^9| harmless might mix inside. Idea for a poison mystery.^6| That ⁽³Austrian³⁾ archduke ⁽³unread said. Leopold was it, no, yesº, or was it Otto one of those³⁾ Habsburgs^|s5,?^s5|
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^|7Or who was it used to eat the scruff off his own head^|9.?^9| Cheapest lunch in town.^{7| (3}aristocrats^{3) |s5}of Of^s5| course⁽³, aristocrats^(4|s5,.^s5|4)3)

⁽³⇑^{3) (3}No it's simply ^|s5then Then^s5| the others copy to be in³⁾ the fashion. ^|5Milly too ^|a|9paraffin rock^9| oil and^a| flour^|7.^{7| |7}raw Raw^7| pastry I like myself.^{5| (3}Throw half the haul back into Half the catch of oysters they throw back in³⁾ the sea to keep up the price. Cheap no-oneº would buy. Caviare. Do the grand. ⁽³Especially with fish.³⁾ Hock in green glasses. Swell ^|6blow out blowout^6|. Lady this. Powdered bosom pearls. ^|5The élite. Crème de la crème. They want special dishes to pretend they're. ^|9Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the flesh. Know me come eat with me.^9| Royal sturgeon^|a.^{a| |a}high High^a| sheriff, ^|7Fanagan, the undertaker Coffey, the butcher^7|, right to venisons of the forest from his ex. ^|7Send him back ^|8the^8| half ^|8of^8| a cow.^7| Spread I saw down in ^|9the^9| Master of the Rolls' kitchen area. ^|8Barons of beef^8| Whitehatted ^|11chef chef^{11| |6}like a rabbi^6|. Combustible duck. Curly cabbage ^|6à la duchesse de Parme à la duchesse de Parme^6|. ^|7Just as well to write it on the bill of fare so you can know what you've eaten. Tooº many drugs spoil the broth. I know it too myself. Dosing it with Edwards' desiccated soup.^7| Geese ^|6crammed stuffed silly^6| for them. Lobsters boiled alive.^{5| |6}Do ptake some ptarmigan.^{6| |9}Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a swell hotel. Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies.^9| May I tempt you to a little more filleted ^|6lemon^6| sole, ⁽³Miss miss³⁾ Dubedat? Yes, do bedad. And she did bedad. Huguenot name I expect that ⁽³must be³⁾. A miss Dubedat lived in ⁽³K_unread, Killiney³⁾ I remember. ^|s5Du de la Du deº la,^{s5| (3}is³⁾ French. Still it's the same fishº perhaps old ⁽³Michael ^|6Mickey Micky^6|3) Hanlon ⁽³of Moore street³⁾ ripped the guts out of ⁽³in Moore street³⁾ making moneyº hand over fistº^|5,^{5| (3}with that with his finger tearing open fish finger in fishes' gills^|5,^{5|3) (3}and³⁾ can't write his name on a cheque⁽³,^3)|5,^5| think he was painting ⁽³it the landscape³⁾ with ⁽³his³⁾ mouth twisted. ⁽³Moooikel. ^|6MoooikillA Moooikill A^6| Aitcha Ha^|5.^{5|3) (3}Ignorant ^|5ignorant Ignorant^5|3) as a kish of brogues⁽³.^3)|6,^{6| (3}Worth sixty worth fifty³⁾ thousand pounds.

Stuck on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck.

Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress grapes of Burgundy. Sun's heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me memory. Touched his ⁽³palate sense³⁾ moistened remembered. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth belowº us bay ⁽³sleeping⁽⁴:º^{4)3) (3}and³⁾ sky. No sound. ⁽³The bay.³⁾
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The sky. ⁽³The bay purple by the Lion's head. ^|6Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities.º^6| Pillowed on my coat she had her hair^|6,^6| earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her nape^|6,^6| you'll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away.^{3) (3}Over Ravished over³⁾ her I lay^|6,^6| full lips full open^|6,^6| kissed her mouth. Yum. Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled ⁽³sweetsour of her sweet and sour with³⁾ spittle. Joy: I ate it: joy. Young life, her lips ⁽³as she gave that gave me³⁾ pouting. Soft warmº sticky gumjelly lips. Flowers her eyes were^|6,^6| take me^|6,^6| willing eyes.
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Pebbles fell. She ⁽³did not move lay still³⁾. A goat.⁽³Nobody No-one³⁾. High ⁽³above it passed on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking³⁾ surefooted⁽³,³⁾ dropping currants⁽³.³⁾ Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded. Wildly I lay on her, kissed her:º eyes, her lips, her stretched ⁽³throat neckº³⁾ beating, woman's breasts full in her blouse of ⁽³voile nun's veiling,³⁾ fat nipples ⁽³standing upright³⁾. Hot I tongued her. She kissed me. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair⁽³, kissed. Kissed³⁾, she kissed me.

Me. And me now.

⁽³Stuck, the flies buzzed.³⁾

His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab. Beauty: it curves: curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses⁽³.,^{3) (3}Juno. Venus. Venus, Juno:^{3) (3}Their³⁾ curves the world admires. ⁽³I will call into the museum,^{3) (3}see Can seeº³⁾ them ^(3|11museum library library museum^11|3) standing in the round hall, naked⁽³,³⁾ goddesses⁽³.^{3) |5}Aids to digestion.^{5| (3}they They³⁾ don't care ⁽³who looks at them, all parts what man looks. All to see³⁾. Never speaking. I mean to say to fellows like Flynn. ^|6Suppose she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first? Mortal! Put you in your proper place.^6| Quaffing nectar at mess with ⁽³the³⁾ gods^|s5,^s5| golden dishes^|6,^6| all ambrosial. Not like a ⁽³lunch for a tanner, tanner lunch³⁾ we have⁽³,³⁾ boiled mutton,º carrots and turnips,º bottle of Allsoppº. Nectarº imagine it ⁽³like³⁾ drinking electricity: gods' food. Lovely forms of ⁽³women woman ^|7sculped^7|3) Junonian. ⁽³bodies.³⁾ Immortal ⁽³lovely³⁾. And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind^|6: ^|9food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food:^9| have to feed it like stoking anº engine^6|. They have no. ⁽³I never Never³⁾ looked. I'll look today. Keeper ⁽³not looking won't see³⁾. Bend down let something ⁽³drop. fall³⁾ see if she.

⁽³A Dribbling a³⁾ quiet message ⁽³dribbled³⁾ from his bladder ⁽³came^{3) |8}to go to do not
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to do there to do^8|. A man and ready he ⁽³drank his wine off drained his glass³⁾ to the lees and walked^|6,^6| to men too they gave themselves^|6,^6| manly conscious^|6,^6| lay with men lovers^|6,^6| a youth enjoyed her^|6,^{6| (3}towards to³⁾ the yard.

When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book⁽³.:³⁾

— What is this he is? Isn't he in the insurance line?

— He's out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the Freeman.

— I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble?

— Trouble? Nosey Flynn said. Not that I heard of. Why?

— I noticed he was in mourning⁽⁴, Davy Byrne said⁴⁾.

— Was he? Nosey Flynn said. So he was, faith. I asked him how was all at home. You're right, by God. So he was.

— I never ⁽³touch on broach³⁾ the subject, Davy Byrne said ⁽³respectfully humanely³⁾, if I see a ⁽³person gentleman³⁾ is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their minds.

— It's not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. I met him the day before
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yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home to his better half. She's well nourished, I tell you. Plovers on toast.

— And is he doing for the ⁽³Freeman Freeman³⁾? Davy Byrne said.

Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.

— He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up. You ^|7may take that from me can make bacon of that^7|(3?.³⁾

— How so? Davy Byrne asked⁽³, coming from his book³⁾.

Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers⁽³.^{3) (3}and He³⁾ winked.

— He's in the craft, he said.

— Do you tell me so? Davy Byrne said.

— Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. Ancient⁽³,³⁾ free and accepted order. ⁽³He's an excellent brother.³⁾ Light, life and love, by God. They give him a leg up. I was told that by a —º well, I won't say who.

— Is that a fact? ⁽³Davy Byrne said.³⁾
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— O, it's a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. They stick to you when you're down. I know a fellow was trying to get into ⁽³it. But it^|s5,^s5| but³⁾ they're as close as damn it. By God they did right to keep the women out of it.

Davy Byrne ⁽³smiled, yawned, nodded ⁽⁴smiled yawned nodded smiledyawnednodded⁴⁾³⁾ all in one⁽³.:³⁾

— ⁽³Iiiiiichaaach Iiiiiichaaaaaaach³⁾!

— There was one woman, Nosey Flynn said, hid herself in a clock to find out what they do be doing. But be damned but they smelt her ⁽³too out³⁾ and swore her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the ⁽³saint Saint³⁾ Legers of Doneraile.

Davy Byrne⁽³,³⁾ sated after his yawn, said with ⁽³tearwet tearwashed³⁾ eyes:

— And is that a fact? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and I never once saw him —º you know, over the line.

— ⁽³Couldn't God Almighty couldn't³⁾ make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said firmly. Slips off when ⁽³it the fun³⁾ gets too hot. Didn't you see him look at his watch? Ah, you weren't there. If you ask him to have a drink first thing he does he outs with the watch to see what ⁽³it he³⁾ ought to ⁽³be imbibe³⁾. Declare to God he does.

— There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He's a safe man, I'd say.

— He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said⁽³, snuffling it up³⁾. ⁽³He's He has³⁾ been known to put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due. O, Bloom has his good points. But there's one thing he'll never do.

His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog.

— I know, Davy Byrne said.
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— Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.

Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in. Tom Rochford followed ⁽³frowning³⁾, a plaining hand on his claret waistcoat.

— Day, Mr Byrne.

— Day, gentlemen.

They paused at the counter.

— Who's standing? Paddy Leonard asked.

— I'm sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn ⁽³said answered³⁾.

— Well, what'll it be? Paddy Leonard asked.

— I'll take a stone ginger, Bantam Lyons said.
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— How much? Paddy Leonard cried. Since when, for God' sake? What's yours, Tom?

— How is the main drainage? Nosey Flynn asked⁽³, sipping³⁾.

For answer Tom Rochford pressed his hand to his breastbone and ⁽³retched dumbly in his throat ^|6hiccoughed hiccupped^6|3).

— Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne? he said.

— Certainly, sir.

Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.

— Lord love a duck, he said⁽³. Look, look³⁾ at what I'm standing drinks to⁽³.!^{3) (3}Water and gingerbeer. Cold water and gingerpop! Two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore leg.³⁾

—⁽³⇑³⁾ He has some bloody horse up his sleeve⁽³, Paddy Leonard said of Lyons.^{3) (3}For for³⁾ the Gold cup. ⁽³A dead snip.³⁾

— Zinfandel is it? Nosey Flynn asked.

Tom Rochford spilt powder from a ⁽³folded twisted³⁾ paper into the water set before him.

— That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking⁽³:.³⁾

— Breadsoda is very good, Davy Byrne said.

Tom Rochford nodded and drank.

— Is it Zinfandelº?

— Say nothing⁽³!,³⁾ Bantam Lyons ⁽³said with a wink winked³⁾. I'm going to ⁽³have plunge³⁾ five bob on my own.

— Tell us ^|7if you're worth your salt^7| and be damned to you, Paddy Leonard said. Who gave it to you?

Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.

— So long⁽³!,³⁾ Nosey Flynn said.

The others turned.

— That's the man now that gave it to me, Bantam Lyons whispered.
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— ⁽³Prrwh Prrwht³⁾! Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Mr Byrne, sir, we'll take two of your small ⁽³whiskies Jamesons³⁾ after that and a …

— Stone ginger, Davy Byrne added civilly.

— Ay, Paddy Leonard said. A ⁽³sucking bottle suckingbottle³⁾ for the baby.

Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street⁽³, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth³⁾. Something green it would have to be: spinach⁽³,³⁾ say. Then with those Röntgen rays searchlight you could.
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⁽³⇒^{3) (3}In At³⁾ Duke lane a ^|6ravenous^6| terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the cobblestonesº and lapped it with new zest. ^|7Surfeit. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. ^|8First sweet then savoury.^8|7| Mr Bloom coasted warily. Ruminants. ^|6His second course. Their upper jaw they move.^6| Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything with that invention of his⁽³?.³⁾ Wasting time explaining it to Flynn's mouth. Lean people long mouths. Ought to be a hall or ⁽³a³⁾ place where inventors could go in and invent free. Course ⁽³then³⁾ you'd have ⁽³all the³⁾ cranks pestering.

⁽³⇒³⁾ He hummed⁽³, prolonging³⁾ in solemn echo ⁽³prolonging,³⁾ the closes of the bars:

— Donº Giovanni, a cenar teco
M'invitasti.

Feel better ⁽³now³⁾. ⁽³Burgundy. Good pick me up. Who distilled first? Some chap in the blues. Dutch courage.³⁾ That Kilkenny People in the ⁽³National national³⁾ library now I must.

Bare clean closestools⁽³,³⁾ waiting⁽³,³⁾ in the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back his thoughts. They could: and watch it all the way down^|6, swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after, tour round the body,^6| changing biliary duct spleen squirting liverº gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes. But the poor buffer would have to stand all the time with his insides ⁽³entrails³⁾ on show. Science.

— A cenar teco.

What does ⁽³that³⁾ teco mean⁽³.?³⁾ Tonight perhaps.

— Donº ⁽³Giovanni Giovanni,³⁾ thou hast me invited
To come to supper ^|10tonight tonight,^10|
The rum the rumdum⁽³.³⁾

Doesn't go properly.
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Keyes: two months if I get Nannetti to. That'll be two pounds ten^|5,^5| about two pounds eight. Three Hynes owes me. Two eleven. Prescott'sº dyeworks van over there. If I get Billyº Prescott'sº ad⁽³: two. Two³⁾ fifteen. Five guineas about. On the pig's back.

Could buy one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her new garters.

⁽³Today. Today. Not think.³⁾

⁽³⇒³⁾ Tour the south then. What about English ⁽³watering places wateringplacesº³⁾? ⁽³Brighton,
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Margate. Piers by moonlight. Her voice floating out.³⁾ Those lovely seaside girls.º ^|6Against John Long's a drowsing loafer lunged lounged ^|ain heavy thought,^a| gnawing a crusted knuckleº. Handy man wants job. Small wages. Will eat anything.^6|

^|6He Mr Bloom^6| turned at Gray's confectioner's window of ⁽³unbought³⁾ tarts and passed the reverend Thomas Connellan's bookstore. Why I left the church of Rome.º ⁽³Birds' nest women finance Bird's nest womenº run³⁾ him. They say they used to give ⁽³hungry pauper³⁾ children soup to change to protestants ^|6in the time of the potato blight^6|. ^|6Society over the way papa went to for the conversion of poor jews. Same bait.^{6| (3}Why they left the church of Rome. Why we left the church of Rome.º³⁾