Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing.

Imperthnthn thnthnthn.

Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips⁽⁴.⁴⁾

⁽⁴You horrid Horrid⁴⁾! And gold flushed more.

A husky fifenote blew.

Blew. Blue ⁽⁴Bloom bloom⁴⁾ is on the

⁽⁴Goldpinnacled Gold pinnacled⁴⁾ hair.

A jumping rose on satiny ⁽⁴breast breasts⁴⁾ of satin, rose of Castile.

Trilling, trilling: Idolores.

Peep! Who's in the … peepofgold?

Tink cried to bronze in pity.

And a call, pure, long and throbbing. ⁽⁴Long in dying call Longindying call.⁴⁾

Decoy. Soft word. But look⁽⁴: the! The⁴⁾ bright stars fade. ⁽⁴O rose!⁴⁾ Notes chirruping answer. ⁽⁴⇑^{4) (4}O rose!⁴⁾ Castile. The morn is breaking.

Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.

Coin rang. Clock clacked.

Avowal. Sonnez. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. La ⁽⁴cloche cloche!^{4) (4}Smack thigh Thigh smack⁴⁾. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart, goodbye⁽⁴.!⁴⁾

Jingle. Bloo⁽⁴.⁴⁾

Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.

A sail! A veil⁽⁴. Awave awave⁴⁾ upon the waves.

Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.

⁽⁴When first he saw. Alas! Horn. Hawhorn.⁴⁾

⁽⁴Horn. Haw haw. When first he saw. Alas!⁴⁾
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Full tup. Full throb.

Warbling. Ah⁽⁴,⁴⁾ lure! Alluring.

Martha! Come!

⁽⁴Clapclap Clapclop⁴⁾. Clipclap. Clappyclap.
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Goodgod ⁽⁴Henev henev⁴⁾ erheard inall

⁽⁴Bald deaf Deaf bald⁴⁾ Pat brought pad knife took up.

A moonlit nightcall: far⁽⁴,:⁴⁾ far.

I feel so sad. P.S. So lonely blooming.

Listen!

The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Each⁽⁴,⁴⁾ and for other⁽⁴,⁴⁾ plash and silent roar.

Pearls⁽⁴: when she.^{4) (4}of Liszt rhapsody Liszt's rhapsodies⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Hiss Hissss⁴⁾.

⁽⁴You don't?⁴⁾

Did not: no, no: believe: Lidlyd⁽⁴:.⁴⁾ With a cock with a carra⁽⁴.⁴⁾

Black.

⁽⁴⇒⁴⁾ Deepsounding. Do, Ben, do.

Wait while you wait. Hee hee. ⁽⁴Wait while youhee.⁴⁾

But wait!

Low in dark middle earth. Embedded ore.

⁽⁴Namine Damini Naminedamine⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Preacher is he.^{4) (4}⇑⁴⁾ All gone. All fallen.

Tiny, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.

Amen⁽⁴.!⁴⁾ He gnashed in fury.

Fro. To, fro. A baton cool protruding.

⁽⁴Lydiabronze Bronzelydia^{4) (4}and by⁴⁾ Minagold.

By bronze, by gold, in oceangreen of shadow. Bloom. Old Bloom.

One rapped, one tapped, with a carra, with a cock.

Pray for him! Pray, good people!

His gouty fingers nakkering.

Big Benaben. Big Benben.

Last rose Castile of summer left ⁽⁴Bloom bloom⁴⁾ I feel so ⁽⁴lone sad⁴⁾ alone.

Pwee! Little wind piped wee.

True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift ⁽⁴Your your⁴⁾ tschink with ⁽⁴tschuk tschunk⁴⁾.

Fff! Oo!
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Where bronze from anear? Where gold from afar? Where hoofs?

Rrrpr. Kraa. Kraandl.

Then⁽⁴,⁴⁾ not till then. My eppripfftaph. Be pfrwritt.

Done.

Begin!

Bronze by gold, Miss Douce's head by Miss Kennedy's head, over the
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crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing steel.

— Is that ⁽⁴he her⁴⁾? asked Miss Kennedy⁽⁴.⁴⁾

Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil.

— Exquisite contrast, ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Kennedy said.

⁽⁴All When all⁴⁾ agog Miss Douce said eagerly:

— Look at the fellow in the tall silk.

— Who? Where? gold asked more eagerly.

— In the second carriage, Miss ⁽⁴Douce Douce's wet lips⁴⁾ said, ⁽⁴he wet lips⁴⁾ laughing in the sun. He's looking. Mind till I see.

⁽⁴she She⁴⁾ darted⁽⁴,^{4) (4}Bronze bronze,⁴⁾ to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the pane in a halo of hurried breath.

Her wet lips tittered:

— He's killed looking back.

She laughed:

— O wept! Aren't men frightful idiots?

⁽⁴With sadness.⁴⁾

Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose ⁽⁴air hair⁴⁾ behind an ear. Sauntering sadly, gold no more, she twisted twined a hair. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind a curving ear.

— It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said.

⁽⁴A man.⁴⁾

⁽⁴Mr Bloom Bloom⁴⁾ went by Moulang's pipes⁽⁴,⁴⁾ bearing in his breast the sweets of sin, by Wine's antiques⁽⁴,⁴⁾ in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for Raoul.

The boots to them⁽⁴, them in the bar, them barmaids^{4) (4}from the hallway⁴⁾ came⁽⁴, to them unheeding, and. For them unheeding him he⁴⁾ banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And⁽⁴.⁴⁾
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— There's your teas, he said.

Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray ⁽⁴down⁴⁾ to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low.

— What is it? ⁽⁴loud boots⁴⁾ unmannerly ⁽⁴loud boots⁴⁾ asked.

— Find out, Miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.

— Your beau, is it?

⁽⁴She, A⁴⁾ haughty bronze⁽⁴,⁴⁾ replied:

— I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your impertinent insolence.

— ⁽⁴Imperthnthnthnthnthn Imperthnthn thnthnthn⁴⁾, ⁽⁴the boots's snout bootsnout⁴⁾ sniffed rudely, as he retreated as ⁽⁴he heard her she threatened⁴⁾ as he had come.
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Bloom.

On her flower frowning ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce said:

— Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear ⁽⁴for him⁴⁾ a yard long.

Ladylike ⁽⁴in exquisite contrast⁴⁾.

— Take no notice, Miss Kennedy rejoined.

She poured in a teacup tea, then back in the teapot tea. They cowered under ⁽⁴the their⁴⁾ reef of ⁽⁴the⁴⁾ counter, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting for their teas to draw. They pawed their blouses, ⁽⁴both of black satin,⁴⁾ two and nine a yard, waiting for their teas to draw, and two and seven.

Yes⁽⁴,⁴⁾ bronze⁽⁴,⁴⁾ from anear, by gold, from afar, heard steel, from anear, hoofs ring, from afar, and heard steel hoofs ringhoof⁽⁴,⁴⁾ ringsteel.

— Am I awfully sunburnt?

Miss ⁽⁴Douce bronze⁴⁾ unbloused her neck.

— No, said Miss Kennedy. It gets brown after. Did you try the borax with the cherry laurel water?

Miss Douce ⁽⁴half stood halfstood⁴⁾ to see her skin askance in the barmirror where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their midst a shell.

— And leave it to my hands, she said.

— Try it with the glycerine, Miss Kennedy advised.

Bidding her neck and hands adieu Miss Douce
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— Those things only bring out a rash⁽⁴,⁴⁾ replied reseated. I asked that old ⁽⁴blank fogey⁴⁾ in Boyd's for something for my skin.

Miss Kennedy, pouring now ⁽⁴a⁴⁾ fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed:

— O⁽⁴,⁴⁾ don't remind me of him for mercy' sake⁽⁴.!⁴⁾

— But wait till I tell you, Miss Douce entreated.

Sweet tea Miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little fingers.

— No, don't, she cried.

— I won't listen, she cried.

But Bloom?

Miss Douce grunted in snuffy ⁽⁴fogey's⁴⁾ tone:

— For your what? says he.

Miss Kennedy unplugged her ⁽⁴ear ears⁴⁾ to hear, to speak⁽⁴:⁴⁾ but said, but prayed again:

— Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. The ⁽⁴awful hideous⁴⁾ old wretch. That night in the Antient Concert Rooms.
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She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a sip, sipped⁽⁴,⁴⁾ sweet tea.

— Here he was, Miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. ⁽⁴Huf! Huf! Hufa! Hufa!⁴⁾

⁽⁴A shrill Shrill⁴⁾ shriek of laughter ⁽⁴flew sprang⁴⁾ from Miss Kennedy's throat. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered ⁽⁴imperthnthn⁴⁾ like a snout in quest.

— O! shrieking, ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle ⁽⁴eyes eye⁴⁾?

Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, shouting:

— And your other eye!

Bloom's dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Why do I ⁽⁴think always always think⁴⁾ Figather? Gathering figs⁽⁴,⁴⁾ I think. And Prosper Loré's huguenot name. By Bassi's blessed virgins ⁽⁴his Bloom's⁴⁾ dark eyes went by. ⁽⁴Comely and whiterobed Bluerobed, white under⁴⁾, come to me. God they believe she is⁽⁴,: or⁴⁾ goddess ⁽⁴I mean⁴⁾. Those ⁽⁴I saw today. I could not see⁴⁾. That fellow ⁽⁴that⁴⁾ spoke ⁽⁴to me,. A⁴⁾ student. ⁽⁴After with Dedalus' sonº. He might be Mulligan. All comely virgins.⁴⁾ That brings ⁽⁴the those rakes of⁴⁾ fellows in⁽⁴,: her white^{4) (4}the rakes, he who he⁴⁾.

⁽⁴⇒⁴⁾ By went his eyes. The sweets of sin. Sweet are the sweets.
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Of sin.

In a giggling peal young ⁽⁴goldbronze⁴⁾ voices blended, Douce with Kennedy⁽⁴. You your⁴⁾ other eye. They threw ⁽⁴their young⁴⁾ heads back, bronze ⁽⁴and gold by gold⁴⁾, to let ⁽⁴free fly freefly⁴⁾ their laughter, screaming, your other, signals to each other, high piercing notes.

⁽⁴Panting Ah, panting⁴⁾, sighing, sighing, ⁽⁴ah,⁴⁾ fordone⁽⁴,⁴⁾ their mirth died down.

Miss Kennedy ⁽⁴touched lipped⁴⁾ her cup again, raised, drank a sip. Miss Douce, bending ⁽⁴again⁴⁾ over the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes. Again Miss Kennedy, stooping her fair pinnacles of hair, stooping, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of her mouth her tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing⁽⁴, with⁴⁾ choking, crying:

— O greasy eyes! Imagine being married to a man like that⁽⁴!,⁴⁾ she cried. ⁽⁴The With his⁴⁾ bit of beard!

Douce gave full vent to a splendid yell, a full yell of ⁽⁴a full⁴⁾ woman, delight, joy, indignation.

— Married to the greasy nose! she yelled.

Shrill, with deep laughter, after⁽⁴, gold after bronze bronze in gold⁴⁾, they urged each ⁽⁴other each⁴⁾ to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold⁽⁴,⁴⁾ goldbronze, ⁽⁴shrill deep shrilldeep⁴⁾, to laughter after laughter. And then laughed more. Greasy I knows. Exhausted, breathless⁽⁴,⁴⁾ their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed against the counterledge. All flushed (O!), panting, sweating (O!), all breathless.

Married to Bloom, to ⁽⁴grea seabloom greaseaseabloom⁴⁾.
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— O saints above! Miss Douce said, sighed above her jumping rose. I wished I hadn't laughed so much. I feel all wet.

— O, ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce! ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Kennedy protested. You horrid thing!

And flushed yet more, (you horrid!)⁽⁴,⁴⁾ more goldenly.

By Cantwell's offices ⁽⁴walked roving Bloom roved Greaseabloom⁴⁾, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of ⁽⁴their⁴⁾ oils. Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling ⁽⁴at doors ⁴⁾. Religion pays. Must see him ⁽⁴for that about Keyes's⁴⁾ par. Eat first. I want. Not yet. At four, she said. Time ever passing. Clockhands turning. On. Where eat? The Clarence, Dolphin. On. For Raoul. Eat. If I ⁽⁴make net⁴⁾ five guineas with those ads. ⁽⁴The violet silk petticoats.⁴⁾ Not yet. The sweets of sin.
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Flushed less, still less, goldenly paled.

Into ⁽⁴the their⁴⁾ bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.

— O⁽⁴,⁴⁾ welcome back, ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce.

He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?

— Tiptop.

He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.

— Gorgeous, she said. Look at the holy show I am. Lying out on the strand all day.

⁽⁴Comely virgins. That brings the rakes in.^{4) (4}Her Bronze⁴⁾ whiteness.

— That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus told her and ⁽⁴shook his head pressed her hand⁴⁾ indulgently. Tempting poor simple males.

Miss Douce of satin ⁽⁴pulled douced⁴⁾ her arm away.

— O go away⁽⁴!,⁴⁾ she said. I'm sure you're very simple.

He was.

— Well now⁽⁴,⁴⁾ I am, he mused. I looked so simple in the cradle they christened me simple Simon.

— Yes, I don't think, ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce made answer. And what did the doctor order today?

— Well now, he mused, whatever you say yourself. I think I'll trouble you for some fresh water and a half glass of whisky.

Jingle.

— With the greatest alacrity, ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce agreed.

With grace of alacrity towards the mirror she turned herself⁽⁴, with. With⁴⁾ grace she tapped a measure of gold whisky from her crystal keg. Forth from the skirt of his coat Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. Alacrity she served. He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes.
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— By Jove, he mused⁽⁴,.⁴⁾ I often wanted to see the Mourne mountains. Must be a great tonic in the air down there. But a long threatening comes at last, they say. ⁽⁴Yes. Yes. Yes, yes.⁴⁾

Yes. He fingered shreds into the bowl. Chips. Shreds. Musing. Mute.

None ⁽⁴nought not⁴⁾ said nothing. Yes.
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Gaily ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce polished a tumbler, trilling:

— O, Idolores, queen of the eastern seas⁽⁴.!º⁴⁾

— Was Mr Lidwell in today?

In came Lenehan. Round him peered Lenehan. Mr Bloom reached Essex ⁽⁴Bridge bridge⁴⁾. Yes, ⁽⁴Yessex bridge.⁴⁾ Mr Bloom crossed bridge ⁽⁴of Yessex.⁴⁾ To Martha I must write. Buy paper. Daly's. Girl there civil. Bloom. Old Bloom. Blue bloom is on the rye.

— He was in at lunchtime, ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce said.

Lenehan came forward.

— Was Mr Boylan looking for me?

He asked. She answered:

— Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was upstairs?

She asked. Miss voice of Kennedy answered, ⁽⁴her a second⁴⁾ teacup poised, her gaze upon ⁽⁴her a⁴⁾ page:

— No. He was not.

Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard⁽⁴,⁴⁾ not seen, read on. Lenehan round the sandwichbell wound his round body ⁽⁴round⁴⁾.

— Peep! Who's in the corner?

No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he yet made overtures. To mind her stops. To read only the black ones⁽⁴. Round: round⁴⁾ o and crooked ess.

Jingle jaunty jingle.

Girlgold she read and did not glance. Take no notice. She took no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her, plappering flatly:

— ⁽⁴ah Ah⁴⁾ fox met ah stork. Said thee fox too thee stork⁽⁴:^{4) (4}will Will⁴⁾ you put your bill down inn my ⁽⁴throat troath⁴⁾ and pull ⁽⁴up upp⁴⁾ ah bone?

He droned in vain. Miss Douce turned ⁽⁴to her tea⁴⁾ aside.

He sighed⁽⁴,⁴⁾ aside:

— ⁽⁴ah Ah⁴⁾ me! O my!

He greeted Mr Dedalus and got a nod.

— Greetings from the famous son of a famous father.

— Who may he be? Mr Dedalus asked.

Lenehan opened most genial arms. Who?
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— Can you ask? he asked. Stephen, the youthful bard.
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Dry.

Mr Dedalus⁽⁴, famous father,⁴⁾ laid by his dry filled pipe.

— I see, he said. I didn't recognise him for the moment. I hear he is keeping very select company. Have you seen him lately?

⁽⁴He had.⁴⁾

— I quaffed the ⁽⁴nectar bowl nectarbowl⁴⁾ with him this very day, said Lenehan. In Mooney's en ville and in Mooney's sur mer. He had received the rhino for the labour of his muse.

He smiled at ⁽⁴miss bronze Douce's bronze's teabathed lips, at⁴⁾ listening ⁽⁴eyes and lips: lips and eyes.⁴⁾

— The elite of Erin hung upon his lips. The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant ⁽⁴scribe and⁴⁾ editor and ⁽⁴the that⁴⁾ minstrel boy of the wild wet west who is known by the euphonious appellation of the O'Madden Burke.

After an interval Mr Dedalus ⁽⁴lifted raised⁴⁾ his ⁽⁴glass grog⁴⁾ and ⁽⁴drank⁴⁾

— That must have been highly diverting, ⁽⁴he said said he⁴⁾. I see.

⁽⁴He see. He drank. Set down his glass.⁴⁾

He looked towards the ⁽⁴door of the saloon saloon door⁴⁾.

— I see you have moved the piano.

— The tuner was in today, ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce replied, tuning it for the smoking concert and I never heard such an exquisite player.

— Is that a fact?

— Didn't he, ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Kennedy? The real classical, you know. And blind too, poor fellow. Not twenty I'm sure he was.

— Is that a fact? Mr Dedalus said.

He drank and strayed away.

— So sad to look at his face, Miss Douce condoled.

God's curse⁽⁴. You on⁴⁾ bitch's bastard.

Tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. To the door of the ⁽⁴bar and⁴⁾ diningroom came bald Pat, came bothered Pat, came Pat, waiter of Ormond. Lager for diner. Lager without alacrity she served.

⁽⁴With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience for jingljaunty blazes boy.⁴⁾

⁽⁴Now in the saloon Mr Dedalus held up the piano lid and Upholding the lid he (who?)⁴⁾ gazed in the coffin ⁽⁴(coffin?)⁴⁾ at the
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oblique triple ⁽⁴(piano!)⁴⁾ wires. He pressed ⁽⁴(the same who pressed indulgently her hand)⁴⁾, soft pedalling a triple of keys⁽⁴,⁴⁾ to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action.
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Two sheets cream vellum paper⁽⁴,⁴⁾ one reserve⁽⁴,⁴⁾ two envelopes ⁽⁴when I was in Wisdom Hely's wise⁴⁾ Bloom ⁽⁴bought in Daly's: in Daly's Henry Flower bought.^{4) (4}Are you not happy in your home? Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo. Means something, language of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is. Respectable girl meet after mass. Thanksº awfully muchly.^{4) (4}and Wise Bloom⁴⁾ eyed ⁽⁴on the door⁴⁾ a poster⁽⁴,⁴⁾ a swaying mermaid smoking mid ⁽⁴the nice⁴⁾ waves⁽⁴, smoke. Smoke⁴⁾ mermaids, ⁽⁴the⁴⁾ coolest whiff of all. ⁽⁴Her hair astreaming. Lovelorn Hair streaming: lovelorn⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Man. For men. For some man. For Raoul.⁴⁾ He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a ⁽⁴jaunting car jauntingcar⁴⁾. It is. ⁽⁴Again.⁴⁾ Third time. Coincidence.

Jingling ⁽⁴on supple rubbers⁴⁾ it jaunted from the bridge to Ormond quay. Follow. Risk it. Go quick. At four⁽⁴, she said⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Out after Near now. Out⁴⁾.

— Twopence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.

— Aha … I was forgetting … Excuse⁽⁴.  …⁴⁾

— And four.

⁽⁴At four she.⁴⁾ Winsomely she smiled on Bloom. Bloo smi qui go. Ternoon. Think you're the only pebble on the beach. Does that to all. For men.

In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.

From the saloon a call came, long in dying. ⁽⁴That was a tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he now struck.^{4) (4}A call again from the tuningfork Mr Dedalus struck and poised A call again⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Poised lightly on the pianocase it purely throbbed, That he now poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It throbbed, pure, purer,⁴⁾ softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying call.

Pat paid for diner's popcorked bottle⁽⁴. And: and⁴⁾ over tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce.

— The bright stars fade …

A voiceless song sang from within, singing:

⁽⁴⇐—^{4) (4}The … the⁴⁾ morn is breaking⁽⁴.⁴⁾

A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all
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harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's leavetaking, ⁽⁴life life's⁴⁾, love's morn.

— The dewdrops pearl …

Lenehan's lips over the counter ⁽⁴blew lisped⁴⁾ a low whistle of decoy.

— But look this way, he said, rose of Castile.

Jingle jaunted by the curb and ⁽⁴halted stopped⁴⁾.

She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile⁽⁴: fretted,. Fretted⁴⁾ forlorn, dreamily rose.

— Did she fall or was she pushed? he asked her.

She answered, slighting:
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— Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.

⁽⁴Like lady, ladylike.⁴⁾

Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor ⁽⁴as where⁴⁾ he strode. ⁽⁴Yes gold from anear by bronze from afar.⁴⁾ Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him⁽⁴.:⁴⁾

— See the conquering hero comes.

Between the car and window ⁽⁴of the bar, warily walking,⁴⁾ went Bloom, ⁽⁴catwalker unconquered hero⁴⁾. See me he might. The seat he sat on⁽⁴. Warm: warm⁴⁾. ⁽⁴A Black wary⁴⁾ hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting.

— And I from thee …

— I heard you were round, said Blazes Boylan.

He touched to fair ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw. She smiled on him. But ⁽⁴bonze miss Douce sister bronze⁴⁾ outsmiled her, preening for him her richer hair, ⁽⁴her a⁴⁾ bosom and a rose.

⁽⁴Smart⁴⁾ Boylan bespoke potions.

— What's your cry? Glass of bitter? Glass of bitter, please, and a ⁽⁴sloe gin sloegin⁴⁾ for me. Wire in yet?

Not yet. At four ⁽⁴she he⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Who All⁴⁾ said four⁽⁴?.⁴⁾

Cowley's red lugs and ⁽⁴bulging Adam's⁴⁾ apple in the door of the sheriff's office. Avoid. Goulding a chance. What is he doing in the Ormond. Car waiting. Wait.

Hello. Where off to? Something to eat? I too was just. In here. ⁽⁴What, Ormond?⁴⁾ Best value in Dublin. ⁽⁴Is that so?⁴⁾ Diningroom. Sit
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tight there. See, not be seen. ⁽⁴I think⁴⁾ I'll join you. ⁽⁴Best value in Dub. Is that so? Come on. Richie led on.^{4) (4}⇑⁴⁾ Bloom followed ⁽⁴Goulding's legal⁴⁾ bag. ⁽⁴Dinner fit for a prince.⁴⁾

Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her ⁽⁴satin⁴⁾ arm, her bust⁽⁴.⁴⁾

— O! O! jerked Lenehan, gasping at ⁽⁴easy each⁴⁾ stretch. O!

But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.

— Why don't you grow? asked Blazes Boylan.

Shebronze, dealing from her ⁽⁴oblique⁴⁾ jar thick syrupy liquor for his lips, looked as it flowed ⁽⁴for him (flower in his coat: who gave him?),⁴⁾ and syrupped with her voice:

— Fine goods in small parcels.

That is to say⁽⁴. You know⁴⁾ she. ⁽⁴She poured neatly slow syrupy Neatly she poured slowsyrupy⁴⁾ sloe.

— Here's fortune, Blazes said.

He pitched a broad coin down. ⁽⁴Coin rang.⁴⁾

— Hold on, said Lenehan, till I …
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— Fortune, he ⁽⁴said wished⁴⁾, lifting his bubbled ale.

— Sceptre will win in a canter, he said.

— I plunged a bit, said Boylan. Not on my own, you know. Fancy of a friend of mine.

Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce's lips that all but hummed, not shut, the oceansong her lips had trilled. Idolores. The eastern seas.

⁽⁴Clock whirred. Miss Kennedyº passed their way (flower, wonder who gave), bearing away teatray.^{4) (4}Clockface Clock⁴⁾ clacked.

⁽⁴She Miss Douce⁴⁾ took ⁽⁴his crown and Boylan's coin,⁴⁾ struck boldly the cashregister. It clanged. Clock clacked⁽⁴.⁴⁾ Fair one of Egypt⁽⁴, she⁴⁾ teased and sorted in ⁽⁴her the⁴⁾ till⁽⁴. Look to the west he and⁴⁾ hummed and handed ⁽⁴Blazes Boylan ringing⁴⁾ coins in change. ⁽⁴Look to the west. A clack.⁴⁾ For me. ⁽⁴A clack⁴⁾

— What time is that? asked Blazes Boylan. Four⁽⁴.?⁴⁾

O'clock.

Lenehan, ⁽⁴his small⁴⁾ eyes ahunger on her ⁽⁴bronze humming bust humming, bust ahumming,⁴⁾ tugged Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve.

— Let's hear the time, he said.

The bag of Goulding, Colles, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom
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flowered tables. Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat attending, a table near the door. Be near. At four. Has he forgotten? Perhaps a trick. Not come: whet appetite. I couldn't do. Wait, wait. Pat, waiter, waited.

⁽⁴Bronze sparkling eyes Sparkling bronze azure⁴⁾ eyed ⁽⁴Blazes Blazes'⁴⁾ skyblue bow and eyes.

— Go on, pressed Lenehan. There's no-one. He never heard.

⁽⁴⇐—⁴⁾ … to Flora's lips did hie

High, a high note⁽⁴,⁴⁾ pealed in the treble⁽⁴,⁴⁾ clear.

Bronzedouce⁽⁴,⁴⁾ communing with her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes.

— Please, please.

He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.

— I could not leave thee …

— Afterwits, ⁽⁴said miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce ⁽⁴promised⁴⁾ coyly.

— No, now, urged Lenehan. Sonnez la cloche! O do! There's no-one.

She looked. ⁽⁴Quick.^{4) (4}Other Miss Kenn⁴⁾ out of earshot. ⁽⁴And, sudden, Sudden⁴⁾ bent. Two kindling faces watched her bend.

Quavering the chords strayed from the air, found it again, lost chord, and lost and found it⁽⁴,⁴⁾ faltering.

— Go on! Do! Sonnez!
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⁽⁴She Bending, she⁴⁾ nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. Delayed. Taunted them still⁽⁴, bending, suspending,⁴⁾ with wilful eyes.

— Sonnez!

Smack. She set free sudden in rebound her ⁽⁴nipped⁴⁾ elastic garter ⁽⁴smack warm smackwarm⁴⁾ against her ⁽⁴warm, smackable⁴⁾ a woman's⁽⁴,⁴⁾ warmhosed thigh.

— La cloche! cried gleeful Lenehan. Trained by owner. No sawdust there.

She smilesmirked supercilious, ⁽⁴(wept! aren't men?),⁴⁾ but, ⁽⁴gliding⁴⁾ lightward ⁽⁴gliding⁴⁾, mild ⁽⁴she smiled⁴⁾ on ⁽⁴Blazes: Boylan.⁴⁾

— You're the essence of vulgarity, she said ⁽⁴in gliding⁴⁾.

Boylan, eyed, ⁽⁴eying, tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, eyed. Tossed to fat lips his chalice, drankoffº his tiny,º chalice,⁴⁾ sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops. His spellbound eyes went ⁽⁴after,⁴⁾ after her gliding head as it went down the bar by mirrors, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a spiky shell, where it concerted⁽⁴, mirrored,⁴⁾ bronze with sunnier bronze.

⁽⁴Yes, bronze from anearby.⁴⁾

⁽⁴⇐—⁴⁾ … sweetheart, goodbye!

— I'm off, said Boylan ⁽⁴with impatience⁴⁾.

He slid his ⁽⁴glass briskly chalice brisk⁴⁾ away, ⁽⁴gathered grasped⁴⁾ his change.

— Wait a shake, ⁽⁴cried begged⁴⁾ Lenehan, drinking quickly. I wanted to tell you⁽⁴.⁴⁾ Tom Rochford …

— Come on to blazes, ⁽⁴said⁴⁾ Blazes Boylan⁽⁴, going⁴⁾.

Lenehan gulped to go.

— Got the horn or what? he said. Half a mo⁽⁴,.⁴⁾ I'm coming.

He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the threshold, saluting ⁽⁴forms,⁴⁾ a bulky ⁽⁴and with⁴⁾ a slender ⁽⁴form⁴⁾.

— How do you do, Mr Dollard?

— Eh? How do? How do? Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe. He won't give you any trouble, Bob. Alf Bergan will speak to ⁽⁴long John the long fellow⁴⁾. We'll put a barleystraw in that ⁽⁴Judas' Judas Iscariot's⁴⁾ ear this time.

Sighing⁽⁴,⁴⁾ Mr Dedalus came through the saloon, a finger soothing an eyelid.

— Hoho, we will, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. Come on, Simon⁽⁴. Give, give⁴⁾ us a ditty. We heard the piano.

Bald Pat, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. Power for Richie. And Bloom? Let me see. Four ⁽⁴now⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Warm How warm⁴⁾ this black is⁽⁴. Course nerves a bit.^{4) (4}refracts Refracts⁴⁾ (is it?) heat. Let me see. Cider. Yes, bottle of cider.
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— What's that? Mr Dedalus said. I was only vamping, man.

— Come on, come on, Ben Dollard called. Begone⁽⁴,⁴⁾ dull care. Come, Bob.

He ambled Dollard, bulky slops, before them (hold that fellow with the: hold him now) into the saloon. He plumped him Dollard on the stool. His gouty paws plumped chords. Plumped, stopped abrupt.

Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Bothered⁽⁴,⁴⁾ he
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wanted Power and cider. Bronze by the window⁽⁴,⁴⁾ watched, bronze from afar.

Jingle a tinkle jaunted.

Bloom heard a jing, a little sound. He's off. Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the silent flowers. Jingling. He's gone. Jingle. Hear.

— Love and ⁽⁴War war⁴⁾, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. God be with old times.

Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from the crossblind, smitten by sunlight. Gone. Pensive (who knows?), smitten (the smiting light)⁽⁴,⁴⁾ she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord. She drew down pensive (why did he go so quick ⁽⁴after when⁴⁾ I?) about her bronze, ⁽⁴about over⁴⁾ the bar where bald stood by sister gold, inexquisite contrast, ⁽⁴contrast inexquisite nonexquisite,⁴⁾ slow cool ⁽⁴dim⁴⁾ seagreen sliding depth of shadow, eau de Nil.

— Poor old Goodwin was the pianist that night, Father Cowley reminded them. There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the ⁽⁴Collard⁴⁾ grand ⁽⁴piano⁴⁾.

There was.

— A symposium all his own, Mr Dedalus said. The devil wouldn't stop him. He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink.

— God, do you remember? Ben bulky Dollard said, turning from the punished keyboard. And⁽⁴,⁴⁾ by Japers⁽⁴,⁴⁾ I had no wedding garment.

They laughed all three. He had no wed. They all three laughed. No wedding garment.

— Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus said. Where's my pipe⁽⁴,⁴⁾ by the way?

He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe. Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks⁽⁴, Richie and Poldy⁴⁾. And Father Cowley laughed again.

— I saved the situation, Ben, I think.

— You did, averred Ben Dollard. I remember those tight trousers too. That was a brilliant idea, Bob.

Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. He saved the situa. ⁽⁴Tight trou. Brilliant ide.⁴⁾
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— I knew he was on the rocks, he said. The wife was playing the piano
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in the coffee palace on Saturdays ⁽⁴for a veryº trifling consideration⁴⁾ and who was it ⁽⁴told me gave me the wheeze⁴⁾ she was doing the other business. Do you remember? We had to search ⁽⁴half all⁴⁾ Holles street ⁽⁴first to find them⁴⁾ till the chap in Keogh's gave us the number. Remember?

Ben remembered, his broad visage wondering.

— By God⁽⁴,⁴⁾ she had some ⁽⁴splendid opera cloaks luxurious operacloaks⁴⁾ and things there.

Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand.

— Merrion square ⁽⁴affairs style⁴⁾. Balldresses, by God, and court dresses. He wouldn't take any money either. ⁽⁴And costumes, by God.⁴⁾ What? ⁽⁴All kinds of … Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose.⁴⁾ What? ⁽⁴Doublets and trunk hose^{4) (4}⇑^{4) (4}Mr Dedalus nodded.⁴⁾

— Ay, ay, ⁽⁴he said Mr Dedalus nodded⁴⁾. Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions.

Jingle jaunted down the quays. Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres.

Liver and bacon. Steak and kidney pie. Right, sir. Right⁽⁴,⁴⁾ Pat.

Mrs Marion⁽⁴. Met met⁴⁾ him pike hoses. Smell of burn⁽⁴. Of of⁴⁾ Paul de Kock. Nice name he.

— What's this her name was? A buxom ⁽⁴piece lassy⁴⁾. Marion …⁽⁴?⁴⁾

— Tweedy.

— Yes. Is she alive?

— And kicking.

— She was a daughter of …

— Daughter of the regiment.

— Yes, begad. I remember the old ⁽⁴drum major drummajor⁴⁾.

Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after⁽⁴.⁴⁾

— Irish? I don't know, faith. Is she⁽⁴,⁴⁾ Simon?

Puff after stiff, a puff, strong, savoury⁽⁴,⁴⁾ crackling.

— Buccinator muscle is⁽⁴.  …⁴⁾ What?⁽⁴ …⁴⁾ Bit rusty⁽⁴.  …⁴⁾ O, she is⁽⁴.  …⁴⁾ My Irish Molly, O.

He puffed a pungent plumy blast.

— From the rock of Gibraltar⁽⁴ …⁴⁾ all the way.

They pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two⁽⁴.,⁴⁾ Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, a queen, silent.
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Pat served, uncovered dishes. Leopold cut ⁽⁴liver slices, streaky bacon liverslices⁴⁾. As said before he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding, Colles, Ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.
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Bloom with Goulding, married in silence, ate. Dinners fit for princes.

By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in sun in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip⁽⁴,⁴⁾ on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, ⁽⁴impatientsouled, boldsouled Boylan impatience, ardentbold⁴⁾. Horn. Have you the? Horn. Have you the? Haw haw horn.

Over their voices Dollard ⁽⁴basooned bassooned⁴⁾ attack, booming over bombarding chords:

— When love absorbs my ardent soul. …

— War! War! cried Father Cowley. You're the warrior.

— So I am, Ben Dollard laughed.

He stopped. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.

— Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.

In ⁽⁴bearded⁴⁾ abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would.

— Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley added. Half time, Ben⁽⁴,.⁴⁾ Amoroso ma non troppo. Let me there.

Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She passed a remark. It was indeed, first gentleman said, beautiful weather. They drank cool stout. Did she know where the lord lieutenant was going? And heard steel hoofs ⁽⁴ring hoof ringhoof⁴⁾ ring. No, she couldn't say. But it would be in the paper. O, she ⁽⁴need not needn't⁴⁾ trouble. No trouble. She waved about her outspread Independent, searching, the lord lieutenant, her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Too much trouble, first gentleman said ⁽⁴it was⁴⁾. O, not ⁽⁴at all in the least⁴⁾. Way he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by bronze heard iron steel.
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⁽⁴⇐—⁴⁾ …………… my ardent soul
I care not ⁽⁴for or foror⁴⁾ the morrow.

In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. ⁽⁴Love and War Love and war⁴⁾ someone is. Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit for ⁽⁴the that⁴⁾ concert. Trousers tight as a drum on him. Molly did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, kicking. With all his belongings on show. O⁽⁴,⁴⁾ saints above, I'm drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never laughed so ⁽⁴much many⁴⁾! Well, of course⁽⁴,⁴⁾ that's what gives him the base barreltone. For instance eunuchs. Wonder who's playing. Nice touch. Must be Cowley. Musical. Knows whatever note you play. Bad breath he has, poor chap. Stopped.
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Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave ⁽⁴solicitor,⁴⁾ George Lidwell, ⁽⁴solicitor,⁴⁾ gentleman, entering. Good afternoon. She gave her moist ⁽⁴(a lady's), a lady's,⁴⁾ hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon.

— Your friends are inside, Mr Lidwell.

George Lidwell, ⁽⁴suave,⁴⁾ solicited, held a Lydia's hand. ⁽⁴⇑^{4) (4}Jingle.⁴⁾

Bloom ate liv as said before. Clean here at least. That chap in the Burton, gummy with gristle. ⁽⁴Not many No-one⁴⁾ here⁽⁴,:⁴⁾ Goulding and I. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. Pat to and fro⁽⁴. Bald, bald⁴⁾ Pat. Nothing to do. Best value in Dub.

Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits in to it, like one together, mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers scraping fiddles, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Night we were in the box. ⁽⁴Brasses Trombone⁴⁾ under blowing like a grampus, ⁽⁴other brass chap⁴⁾ unscrewing, emptying spittle. Conductor's legs too, bagstrousers⁽⁴,⁴⁾ jiggedy jiggedy. Do right to hide them.

Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.

Only the harp. Lovely. Gold glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Erin. The harp that once ⁽⁴or twice⁴⁾. Cool hands. Ben Howth, the rhododendrons. We are their harps. I. He. Old⁽⁴, young. Young⁴⁾.
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— Ah, I couldn't, man, Mr Dedalus said, shy ⁽⁴and,⁴⁾ listless.

Strongly.

— Go on, blast you⁽⁴!,⁴⁾ Ben Dollard growled. Get it out in bits.

— M'appari, Simon, Father Cowley said.

Down stage he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his long arms outheld. Hoarsely the apple of his throat hoarsed softly. Softly he sang to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. A headland, a ship, a sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl, her veil awave upon the wind upon the headland, wind around her.

Cowley sang:

— M'appari tutt'amor
Il mio sguardo  …

She waved, unhearing ⁽⁴him Cowley⁴⁾, her veil⁽⁴,⁴⁾ to one departing, dear one, ⁽⁴to wind,⁴⁾ love, ⁽⁴speeding sail,⁴⁾ return.

— Go on, Simon.

— Ah, sure⁽⁴,⁴⁾ my dancing days are done, Ben … Well⁽⁴.  …⁴⁾

Mr Dedalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys.
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— No, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Play it in the original. One flat.

The keys, obedient, rose higher, told, faltered, confessed, confused.

Up stage strode Father Cowley.

— Here, Simon⁽⁴,.⁴⁾ I'll accompany you, he said. Get up.

By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Elvery's elephant ⁽⁴jingly jingle⁴⁾ jogged.

Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at meat fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Princes at meat they raised and drank⁽⁴,⁴⁾ Power and cider.

Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said: Sonambula. He heard Joe Maas sing that one night. ⁽⁴Ah, what M'Guckin! Yes. In his way. Choirboy style. Maas was the boy. Massboy.^{4) (4}That was a A⁴⁾ lyrical tenor if you like. Never forget it. ⁽⁴Never.⁴⁾

⁽⁴Bloom tenderly Tenderly Bloom⁴⁾ over liverless bacon saw the ⁽⁴tigthened face before him tightened features strain⁴⁾. Backache ⁽⁴he⁴⁾. Bright's bright eye. Next item on the programme.
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Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Stave it off awhile. Sings too: Down among the dead men. Appropriate. Kidney pie. Sweets to the. Not making much hand of it. Best value in. Characteristic of him. Power. Particular about his drink. Fecking matches from counters to save. Then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. And when he's wanted not a farthing. Curious types.

Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived⁽⁴:,⁴⁾ never. In the gods of the old ⁽⁴Royal royal⁴⁾ with little Peake. And when the first note.

Speech paused on Richie's lips.

Coming out with a whopper now. Rhapsodies about damn all. Believes his own lies. Does really. Wonderful liar.

— Which air is that? asked Leopold Bloom.

— All is lost now.

Richie cocked his lips ⁽⁴upout apout⁴⁾. A low incipient note sweet murmured: all. A thrush. A throstle. His breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. Is lost. Rich sound. Two notes in one there ⁽⁴like that blackbird. Blackbird⁴⁾ I heard in the hawthorn valley. How is that done? All lost now. Mournful he whistled. Fall, surrender, lost.

⁽⁴Leopold⁴⁾ Bloom bent ⁽⁴leopold⁴⁾ ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase. Order. Yes, I remember. Lovely air. In sleep she went to him. Innocence in the moon. ⁽⁴Still hold her back.⁴⁾ Brave⁽⁴. Don't, don't⁴⁾ know their danger. ⁽⁴Still hold her back.⁴⁾ Call name.
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Touch water. Jingle jaunty. Too late. She longed to go. That's why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes: all is lost.

— A beautiful air, ⁽⁴Bloom⁴⁾ said ⁽⁴Bloom lost Leopold⁴⁾. I know it well.

Never in all his life had Richie Goulding.

He knows it well too. Or he feels. Wise child that knows her father, Dedalus said. Me?

Bloom askance over liverless saw. Face of the all is lost. Rollicking Richie once. ⁽⁴Old stale jokes Jokes old stale⁴⁾ now. Wagging his ear. Napkinring in his eye.

Piano again. Sounds better than last time I heard. Tuned probably. Stopped again.

Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it.

— With it, Simon.

— It, Simon.

— Ladies and gentlemen, I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations.

— It, Simon.

— I have no money but if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing to you of a heart bowed down.

By the sandwichbell in screening shadow⁽⁴,⁴⁾ Lydia⁽⁴,⁴⁾ her bronze and rose, a lady's grace, gave and withheld: ⁽⁴and as⁴⁾ in cool glaucous eau de Nil Mina to tankards ⁽⁴two⁴⁾ her pinnacles of gold.

The harping chords of prelude closed. A chord⁽⁴,⁴⁾ longdrawn, expectant⁽⁴,⁴⁾ drew a voice away.

— When first I saw that form endearing,

Richie turned⁽⁴:.⁴⁾

— Si Dedalus' voice, he said.

Bloom signed to Pat, bald Pat is a waiter hard of hearing, to set ajar the door of the bar. The door of the bar. So. That will do. Pat, waiter, waited to hear ⁽⁴for he was⁴⁾ hard of hear by the door.

— Sorrow from me seemed to depart.

Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, low, not rain, not leaves in murmur, like no voice of strings or reeds or what do you call them dulcimers⁽⁴,⁴⁾ touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their each his remembered
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lives. Good, good to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to from both depart when first they heard. When first they saw, lost Richie⁽⁴,⁴⁾ Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the least her first merciful lovesoft word.

Love that is singing: love's old sweet song. Bloom unwound slowly the elastic band of his packet. Love's old sweet sonnez la gold. Bloom
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wound ⁽⁴it in⁴⁾ a skein round four forkfingers, stretched it, relaxed, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in octave: gyved them fast.

— Full of hope and all delighted⁽⁴.  …⁴⁾

Tenors get women by the score. Jingle all delighted. He can't sing for tall hats. Your head it simply swurls. Perfumed for him. What perfume does your wife? I want to know. ⁽⁴Jingle Jing⁴⁾. Stop. Knock. Last look at mirror always before she answers the door. The hall. There? How do you? I do well. There? What? Or? Phial of cachous⁽⁴,⁴⁾ kissing comfits⁽⁴,⁴⁾ in her satchel. Yes? ⁽⁴Hand Hands⁴⁾ felt for the opulent.

Alas⁽⁴!^{4) (4}the The⁴⁾ voice rose, sighing, changed: loud, full, shining, proud.

— But alas, 'twas idle dreaming …

Glorious tone he has still. Silly man! Could have made oceans of money. Wore out his wife: now sings. But hard to tell. Only the two themselves. If he doesn't break down. Drink. Nerves overstrung. ⁽⁴Singers must Must⁴⁾ be abstemious ⁽⁴to sing⁴⁾.

Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling⁽⁴,.º^{4) (4}full Full⁴⁾ it throbbed. That's the chat. Ha, give! Take! Throb, a throb, a pulsing proud erect.

Words? Music? No: it's what's behind.

Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.

Bloom. Flood of warm ⁽⁴jamjam jimjam⁴⁾ lickitup secretness flowed to flow ⁽⁴out⁴⁾ in music ⁽⁴out⁴⁾, in desire, dark to lick flow⁽⁴,⁴⁾ invading. Tup. Pores to dilate dilating. Tup. The joy the feel the warm the. Tup. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. Now! Language of love.

— … ray of hope ⁽⁴is⁴⁾  …

Beaming. Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse unsqueaked a cork.

Martha it is. Coincidence. Just going to write. Lionel's song. Lovely
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name you have. Can't write. Accept my little pres. She's a. I called you naughty boy. Still the name: Martha. How strange⁽⁴.! Today.⁴⁾
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The voice ⁽⁴of Lionel⁴⁾ returned, weaker but unwearied. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to wait. How first he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to part, how look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart.

Wish I could see his face, though. Explain better. Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass.

— Each graceful look …

First night ⁽⁴when first⁴⁾ I ⁽⁴met saw⁴⁾ her at Mat Dillon's in ⁽⁴Roundtown Terenure⁴⁾. Yellow, black lace she wore. Musical chairs. We two the last. Fate. ⁽⁴Fate.⁴⁾ After her. ⁽⁴Fate.⁴⁾ Round and round ⁽⁴slow⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Slow. Quick. Round Quick round⁴⁾. We ⁽⁴two⁴⁾. All looked. Halt. ⁽⁴She Down she⁴⁾ sat. ⁽⁴Lips laughing.⁴⁾ Yellow knees.

— Charmed my eye …

⁽⁴Then singing Singing⁴⁾. Waiting she sang. I turned her music. Full voice of ⁽⁴perfumes perfume⁴⁾ of ⁽⁴the what perfume does your⁴⁾ lilactrees. Bosom I saw, both full, throat warbling. ⁽⁴When first First⁴⁾ I saw. She thanked me. Why did she me? ⁽⁴Fate.⁴⁾ Spanishy eyes. At me. Luring. Ah, alluring.

— Martha! Ah, Martha!

Quitting all langour ⁽⁴he Lionel⁴⁾ cried in grief, in cry of passion to love to return with deepening ⁽⁴and yet with⁴⁾ rising chords of harmony. In cry of ⁽⁴lionel⁴⁾ loneliness that she should know, must ⁽⁴marthaº⁴⁾ feel. For ⁽⁴only⁴⁾ her he waited. Where? Somewhere.

— Co-ome, thou lost one!
Co-ome, thou dear one!

Alone. One love. One hope. One comfort me. Martha, chestnote, return⁽⁴!.⁴⁾

— ⁽⁴Come …! Come!⁴⁾

It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, ⁽⁴crowned,⁴⁾ aflame, ⁽⁴crowned,⁴⁾ high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the etherial
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bosom⁽⁴,⁴⁾ high⁽⁴,⁴⁾ of
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the ⁽⁴high⁴⁾ vast irradiation⁽⁴, high,⁴⁾ everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness⁽⁴.  …⁴⁾

— To me!

Consumed.

Come. Well sung. All clapped. She ought to. Come. To me, to him, to her, you too, me, us.

— Bravo⁽⁴.!⁴⁾ Clapclap. Good man, Simon. Clappyclapclap. Encore! Clapclipclap ⁽⁴clap⁴⁾. Sound as a bell. Bravo, Simon⁽⁴.!⁴⁾ Clapclopclap. Encore, enclap, said, cried, clapped all, Ben Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell, Pat, Mina ⁽⁴Kennedy⁴⁾, two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, first gent with tank and bronze ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Douce and gold ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Mina.

Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor, said before. Jingle by ⁽⁴monument monuments⁴⁾ of sir John Gray, Horatio ⁽⁴Nelson,⁴⁾ onehandled ⁽⁴adulterer Nelson⁴⁾, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted⁽⁴,⁴⁾ as said ⁽⁴before just now⁴⁾. Atrot, in heat, heatseated. Cloche. Sonnez la. Cloche. Sonnez la. Slower the mare went up the hill by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Too slow for Boylan, ⁽⁴Blazes blazes⁴⁾ Boylan, impatience Boylan, ⁽⁴jogged joggled⁴⁾ the mare.

An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the air made richer.

And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said they would partake of two more tankards if she did not mind. ⁽⁴She Miss Kennedy⁴⁾ smirked, disserving, coral lips, at first, at second. She did not mind.

— Seven days in gaol, Ben Dollard said, on bread and water. Then you'd sing, Simon, like a garden thrush.

⁽⁴The singer Lionel⁴⁾ Simon⁽⁴, singer,⁴⁾ laughed. Father ⁽⁴Bob⁴⁾ Cowley played. Mina Kennedy served. Second gentleman paid. Tom Kernan strutted in. Lydia, admired, admired.

Admiring.

Richie, admiring, descanted on that man's glorious voice. He ⁽⁴remembed remembered⁴⁾ one night ⁽⁴long ago⁴⁾. Never forget that night. Si sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Good God he never heard in all his life a note like that he never did ⁽⁴then false one we had better part then false one we had better part⁴⁾
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so clear so God he never heard ⁽⁴since love lives not since love lives not⁴⁾ a clinking voice ⁽⁴lives not⁴⁾ ask Lambert he can tell you too.

Goulding, a flush struggling in his pale, told Mr Bloom, face of the night, Si in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame.

He, Mr Bloom⁽⁴,⁴⁾ listened while he⁽⁴,⁴⁾ Richie Goulding⁽⁴,⁴⁾ told him, Mr Bloom,
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of the night⁽⁴,⁴⁾ he, Richie, heard him, Si Dedalus⁽⁴,⁴⁾ sing 'Twas rank and fame in his, Ned Lambert's, house.

Brothers-in-law⁽⁴. Relations: relations⁴⁾. Rift in the lute I think. Treats him with scorn. See. He admires him all the more. The night Si sang. The human voice, two tiny silky ⁽⁴chords, wonderful cords. Wonderful⁴⁾, more than all ⁽⁴the⁴⁾ others.

That voice was a lamentation. Calmer now. It's in the silence ⁽⁴after⁴⁾ you feel you hear. Vibrations. Now silent air.

Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and, with slack fingers⁽⁴,⁴⁾ plucked the slender catgut thong. He drew and plucked. It ⁽⁴buzz, it⁴⁾ twanged. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan, harking back in a retrospective ⁽⁴sort of⁴⁾ arrangement⁽⁴,⁴⁾ talked to listening Father Cowley⁽⁴,⁴⁾ who played a voluntary, who nodded as he played. While big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus⁽⁴,⁴⁾ lighting, who nodded as he smoked, who smoked.

Thou lost one. All songs ⁽⁴about on⁴⁾ that theme. Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Cruel it seems. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. Then tear asunder. Death. Explos. Knock on the head. Outtohelloutofthat. Human life. Dignam. Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! Five bob I gave. Corpus paradisum. Corncrake croaker⁽⁴.:^{4) (4}Belly belly⁴⁾ like a poisoned pup. Gone. They sing. Forgotten. ⁽⁴And I I too⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Or And⁴⁾ one day she with. Leave her: get tired. Suffer then. Snivel. Big ⁽⁴spanishy Spanishy⁴⁾ eyes goggling at nothing. Hair uncombed.

Yet too much happy bores. He stretched ⁽⁴yet more,⁴⁾ more. Are you not happy in your? Twang. It snapped.

Jingle into Dorset street.

Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.

— Don't make half so free, said she, till ⁽⁴we are we're⁴⁾ better acquainted.
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George Lidwell told her really and truly: but she did not believe.

First gentleman told Mina that was so. She asked him was that so. And second tankard told her so. That that was so.

Miss Douce, ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Lydia, did not believe: Miss Kennedy, Mina, did not believe: George Lidwell, no: ⁽⁴miss Miss⁴⁾ Dou did not: the first, the first: gent with the tank: believe, no, no: did not⁽⁴,^{4) (4}miss Miss⁴⁾ Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the tank.

Better write it here. Quills in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

Bald Pat⁽⁴,⁴⁾ at a sign⁽⁴,⁴⁾ drew nigh. A pen and ink. He went. A pad. He went. A pad to blot. He heard, deaf Pat.

— Yes, Mr Bloom said, teasing the curling catgut line. It certainly is.
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Few lines will do. My present. All that Italian florid music is. Who is this wrote? Know the name you know better. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope⁽⁴. Unconcerned: unconcerned⁴⁾. It's so characteristic.

— Grandest number in the whole opera, Goulding said.

— It is, Bloom said.

Numbers it is. All ⁽⁴sounds music⁴⁾ when you come to think. Two multiplied by two divided by half⁽⁴. Two⁴⁾ is twice one. Vibrations⁽⁴. Chords: chords⁴⁾ those are. One plus two plus six is seven. Do anything you like with figures⁽⁴, juggle about juggling⁴⁾. Always find out this equal to that⁽⁴.,⁴⁾ Symmetry under a cemetery wall. He doesn't see my mourning. Callous⁽⁴. All: all⁴⁾ for his own gut. Musemathematics. And you think you're listening to the etherial. But suppose you said it like: Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. Fall quite flat. It's on account of the sounds it is.

Instance he's playing now. Might be what you like⁽⁴,⁴⁾ till you hear the words. Want to listen sharp. Hard. Begin ⁽⁴all right⁴⁾: then hear chords a bit off: feel lost a bit. Time makes the tune. Question of mood you're in. Still always nice to hear. Except scales up and down, girls learning. Milly no taste. Queer because we both⁽⁴,⁴⁾ I mean. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that.
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Bald deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Pat set with ink pen quite flat pad. Pat took plate dish knife fork. Pat went.

It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles. Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. Walking, you know, Ben, in the moonlight with those earthquake hats. Blending their voices. God, such music, Ben. Heard as a boy.

Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that ⁽⁴sang cooed⁴⁾ a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, a call from afar, replying.

Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's⁽⁴,⁴⁾ your other eye, scanning for where did I see that. Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick ⁽⁴A⁴⁾. Heigho! Heigho! Fawcett. Aha! Just I was looking⁽⁴.  …⁴⁾

Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. ⁽⁴Holding his Freeman unfurled He held unfurled his Freeman.^{4) (4}he can't Can't⁴⁾ see now⁽⁴.^{4) (4}must Remember⁴⁾ write Greek ees ⁽⁴remember⁴⁾. Bloom dipped, Bloom mur: dear sir. ⁽⁴Bloom Dear Henry⁴⁾ wrote: dear Mady. Got your lett⁽⁴.⁴⁾ and flower. Hell did I put? Some pock or oth. It is utterly imposs. Underline⁽⁴. Imposs imposs⁴⁾. To write today.
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Bore this. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought.

On. Know what I mean. No, change that ee. ⁽⁴Accep Accept⁴⁾ my poor ⁽⁴litt. little⁴⁾ pres enclos. Hold on. Five Dig. Two ⁽⁴here bout about here⁴⁾. Penny the ⁽⁴birds gulls⁴⁾. Elijah is com. Seven Davy Byrne's. Is eight about. Say half a crown. My poor little pres⁽⁴. (P.O. 2/6): p.o. two and six.⁴⁾ Write me a long. Do you despise? ⁽⁴Jinglejingle Jingle⁴⁾, have you the? So excited. Why do you call me naught. You naughty too? O, Mairy lost the ⁽⁴string pin⁴⁾ of her. Bye for today. Yes, yes, will tell you. Want to. ⁽⁴To keep it up.⁴⁾ Call me that other. Other world she wrote. My patience ⁽⁴is are⁴⁾ exhaust. ⁽⁴To keep it up.⁴⁾ You must believe. Believe. The tank. ⁽⁴It's true It. Is. True⁴⁾.

Folly am I writing⁽⁴.?⁴⁾ Husbands don't. That's marriage does⁽⁴. Their, their⁴⁾ wives. Because I'm away from. Suppose. But how? She must. Keep young. If she found out. Card in my ⁽⁴hat. High high⁴⁾ grade ha. No, ⁽⁴never not⁴⁾ tell all. ⁽⁴Only useless Useless⁴⁾ pain. ⁽⁴If they don't see.⁴⁾ Woman. Sauce for the gander.

A hackney car, number three hundred and ⁽⁴twenty four twentyfour⁴⁾, ⁽⁴driver Barton James of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook,⁴⁾ on
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which sat a fare, a young ⁽⁴gentleman,⁴⁾ stylishly dressed in ⁽⁴blue an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay,^{4) (4}gentleman and⁴⁾ wearing a straw hat ⁽⁴very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter.^{4) (4}of a bland complexion, age about thirty years. See? Eh?⁴⁾ This is the jingle that joggled and jingled. ⁽⁴Past By⁴⁾ Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath ⁽⁴Netaim forcemeat,⁴⁾ trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.

— Answering an ad? keen Richie's ⁽⁴eye eyes⁴⁾ asked Bloom.

— Yes, Mr Bloom said. Town traveller. Nothing doing, I expect.

Bloom mur: best ⁽⁴reference references⁴⁾. But ⁽⁴he wrote. It Henry wrote: it⁴⁾ will excite me. You know how. In haste. Henry. ⁽⁴Greek ee Greekee⁴⁾. Better add postscript. What is he playing now? Improvising⁽⁴. Intermezzo intermezzo⁴⁾. P.S. The rum tum tum. How will you pun? You punish me? Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. Tell me I want to. Know. O. Course if I didn't I wouldn't ask. La la la ree. Trails off there sad in minor. Why minor sad⁽⁴.?⁴⁾ Sign H. They like sad tail at end. ⁽⁴La la la ree dee.⁴⁾ P.P.S. ⁽⁴La la la ree.⁴⁾ I feel so sad today. ⁽⁴Ree dee La ree⁴⁾. So lonely. ⁽⁴Dee.⁴⁾

He blotted quick on pad of Pat. ⁽⁴Envelope Envel⁴⁾. Address. Just copy out of paper. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. ⁽⁴And Henry⁴⁾ wrote:

Miss Martha Clifford
c/o ⁽⁴Post Office P.O.⁴⁾
Dolphin's ⁽⁴Barn Lane barn lane^4)
(4       Dublinº⁴⁾

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Blot over the other so he can't read. ⁽⁴There.⁴⁾ Right. Idea ⁽⁴for⁴⁾ prize titbit. Something detective read off blottingpad. Payment at the rate of guinea per col. Matcham often thinks ⁽⁴the laughing witch⁴⁾. Poor Mrs Purefoy. ⁽⁴U. P U. pº⁴⁾: up.

Too poetical that about the sad. Music did that. Music hath charms. ⁽⁴Shakespeare said. Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be. Wisdom while you wait.

In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is all. One body. Do. But do.⁴⁾

⁽⁴⇒⁴⁾ Done anyhow. Postal order, stamp. Post office lower down. Walk
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now. Enough. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them. Dislike that job. ⁽⁴Visiting house House⁴⁾ of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn't hear.

⁽⁴About Car near⁴⁾ there now. Talk. Talk. Pat! Doesn't. Settling those napkins. Lot of ground he must cover in the day. Wish they'd sing more. Keep my mind off.

Bald Pat⁽⁴,⁴⁾ who is bothered⁽⁴,⁴⁾ settled the napkins. Pat is a waiter hard of his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He waits while you wait. Hee hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits while you wait. While you wait⁽⁴. If if⁴⁾ you wait⁽⁴. He he⁴⁾ will wait⁽⁴. While while⁴⁾ you wait. Hee hee hee hee. Wait while you wait.

⁽⁴Douce now. Douce Lydia. Bronze and rose.⁴⁾

⁽⁴Miss Douce, requested, served the same again.⁴⁾ She had a gorgeous⁽⁴, simply gorgeous,⁴⁾ time. ⁽⁴Simply gorgeous.^{4) (4}That And look at the⁴⁾ lovely shell she brought.

⁽⁴⇒⁴⁾ To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he, George Lidwell, solicitor⁽⁴,⁴⁾ might hear⁽⁴:.⁴⁾

— Listen! she bade him.

Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost his voice. The husband took him by the throat. ⁽⁴Scoundrel Scoundrel⁴⁾, said he⁽⁴,.^{4) (4}you'll sing no more lovesongs You'll sing no more lovesongs⁴⁾. He did, ⁽⁴faith,⁴⁾ sir Tom. Bob Cowley wove. Tenors get wom. Cowley lay back.

Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard. Wonderful. She held it to her own⁽⁴. And and⁴⁾ through the sifted light pale gold in contrast glided. To hear.

Tap.

Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard more faintly that that they heard, each for herself alone, then each for other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a silent roar.

Bronze by a weary gold, anear, afar, they listened.
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Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there. Been to the seaside. Lovely seaside girls. Skin ⁽⁴all tanned⁴⁾ raw. Should have put on coldcream first make it brown. Buttered toast. ⁽⁴O and that lotion mustn't forget.⁴⁾ Fever near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over⁽⁴,:⁴⁾ shell with seaweed. Why do they hide their ears with ⁽⁴seaweed⁴⁾ hair. And
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Turks ⁽⁴the their⁴⁾ mouth, why⁽⁴.?⁴⁾ Her eyes over the sheet⁽⁴. Yashmak, a yashmak⁴⁾. Find the way in. A cave. No admittance except on business.

The sea they think they hear. Singing⁽⁴, a. A⁴⁾ roar. The blood it is. Souse in the ⁽⁴ears ear⁴⁾ sometimes. Well, it's a sea. Corpuscle islands.

Wonderful really. So distinct. Again. George Lidwell held its murmur, hearing: then laid it by, gently.

— What are the wild waves saying? he asked her, smiled.

Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.

Tap.

By Larry O'Rourke's, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and Boylan turned.

From the forsaken shell Miss Mina glided to her ⁽⁴tankards tankard⁴⁾ waiting. ⁽⁴no No⁴⁾, she was not so lonely archly Miss Douce's head let ⁽⁴Mr⁴⁾ Lidwell know. ⁽⁴Walking Walks⁴⁾ in the moonlight by the sea. ⁽⁴Not No⁴⁾, not alone. With whom? She nobly answered: with a gentleman friend.

Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the treble played again. The landlord has the prior. A little time. Long John. Big Ben. Lightly he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies, arch and smiling, and for their gallants, gentlemen friends. One: ⁽⁴one, one,⁴⁾ one, one, one: two, one, three, four.

Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows⁽⁴,⁴⁾ lowing, the cattle market, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. There's music everywhere. Ruttledge's door: ee creaking. No, that's noise. Minuet of ⁽⁴Don Giovanni Don Giovanni⁴⁾ he's playing now. Court dresses ⁽⁴of all descriptions⁴⁾ in castle ⁽⁴chamber chambers⁴⁾ dancing. Misery. Peasants outside. Green starving faces eating dockleaves. Nice that is. Look: look, look, look, look, look: you look at us.

That's joyful I can feel. Never have written it. Why? My joy is other joy. But both are joys. Yes, joy it must be. Mere fact of music shows you are. Often thought she was in ⁽⁴the⁴⁾ dumps till she began to lilt. Then know.

M'Coy valise. My wife ⁽⁴has got and your wife⁴⁾. Squealing cat. Molly in ⁽⁴quis est homo quis est homo⁴⁾: Mercadante. My ear against the wall to hear. Want a woman who can deliver the goods.
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⁽⁴Jig jog Jog jig jogged⁴⁾ stopped. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan came to earth.

O, look we are so! Chamber music. Could make a ⁽⁴kind of⁴⁾ pun ⁽⁴of on⁴⁾ that. 'Tis kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is. Tinkling. Because the acoustics⁽⁴,⁴⁾ the resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the law of falling water. Like those rhapsodies of ⁽⁴Liszt Liszt's⁴⁾, Hungarian⁽⁴,⁴⁾ gipsyeyed. Pearls. Drops. Rain. ⁽⁴Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleoodle Diddle iddle addle addle oodle oodle⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Hissss Hiss⁴⁾. Now. Maybe now. Before.

One rapped on a door, one tapped with a knock, did he knock Paul de Kock⁽⁴,⁴⁾ with a loud proud knocker⁽⁴,⁴⁾ with a cock carracarracarra cock. Cockcock.

Tap.

— ⁽⁴Qui sdegno Qui sdegno⁴⁾, Ben, said Father Cowley⁽⁴.⁴⁾

— No, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered. The Croppy Boy. Our native Doric⁽⁴.⁴⁾

— Ay do, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. Good men and true.

— Do, do, they begged in one.

I'll go. Here, Pat. How much?

— What key? Six sharps?

— F sharp major, Ben Dollard said.

Bob Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black deepsounding chords.

Must go ⁽⁴prince⁴⁾ Bloom told Richie ⁽⁴prince⁴⁾. No, Richie said. Yes, must. Got money somewhere. He's on for a razzle backache ⁽⁴night spree⁴⁾. ⁽⁴How much. Much?⁴⁾ One and nine. ⁽⁴Here.⁴⁾ Penny for yourself. Here. ⁽⁴give Give⁴⁾ him twopence tip. Deaf, bothered. ⁽⁴Perhaps But perhaps⁴⁾ he has ⁽⁴wife and⁴⁾ family waiting⁽⁴, waiting Patty⁴⁾ come home. Hee hee hee hee. Deaf wait while they wait.

But wait. But hear. Chords dark. Lugugugubrious. Low. In a cave of the dark middle earth. Embedded ore. Lumpmusic.
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The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach, called on good men and true. The priest he sought. With him would he speak a word.

Tap.

Ben Dollard's voice⁽⁴. Base base⁴⁾ barreltone. Doing his ⁽⁴level⁴⁾ best to say it. Other comedown. Big ships' chandler's business he ⁽⁴had did⁴⁾ once. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships' lanterns. Failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Now in the Iveagh home. Cubicle number so and so. Number one Bass did that for him.
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The priest's at home. A false priest's servant bade him welcome. Step in. The holy father. ⁽⁴With bows a traitor servant.⁴⁾ Curleques of chords.

Ruin ⁽⁴them⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Wreck their lives.⁴⁾ Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die.

The voice of warning, solemn warning, told them the youth had entered a lonely hall, told them how solemn fell his ⁽⁴footfalls footstepsº⁴⁾ there, told them the gloomy chamber, the vested priest sitting to ⁽⁴hear shrive⁴⁾.

Decent soul. Bit addled now. Thinks he'll win in Answers ⁽⁴Poets' competition poets' picture puzzle⁴⁾. Bird sitting hatching in a nest. ⁽⁴Lay of the Last Minstrel, Lay of the last minstrel⁴⁾ he thought it was. Good voice he has still. No eunuch yet with all his belongings.

Listen. Bloom listened. Richie Goulding listened. And by the door deaf Pat, bald Pat, tipped Pat, listened.

The chords harped slower.

The voice of penance and of grief came slow, embellished, tremulous. Ben's contrite beard confessed⁽⁴. In: in⁴⁾ nomine Domini⁽⁴,⁴⁾ in God's name ⁽⁴he. He⁴⁾ knelt. He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.

Latin again. That holds them ⁽⁴fast like birdlime⁴⁾. Priest with the communion corpus for those women. Chap in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, ⁽⁴corpus nomine corpusnomine⁴⁾. Wonder where that rat is ⁽⁴by⁴⁾ now. Scrape.

Tap.
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They listened⁽⁴. Tankards: tankards⁴⁾ and Miss Kennedy⁽⁴.,⁴⁾ George Lidwell⁽⁴,⁴⁾ eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin⁽⁴.,º⁴⁾ Kernan⁽⁴.,⁴⁾ Si.

The sighing voice of sorrow sang. His sins. Since Easter he had cursed three times. ⁽⁴You bitch's bast.^{4) (4}Once And once⁴⁾ at masstime he had gone to play. Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he had not prayed. A boy. A croppy boy.

Bronze, listening⁽⁴,⁴⁾ by the beerpull⁽⁴,⁴⁾ gazed far away. Soulfully. Doesn't half know I'm. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking.

Bronze gazed far sideways. Mirror there. Is that best side of her face⁽⁴.?⁴⁾ They always know. Knock at the door. Last ⁽⁴touch tip⁴⁾ to titivate.

Cockcarracarra.

What do they think ⁽⁴about⁴⁾ when they hear music. Way to catch rattlesnakes. Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Tuning up. Shah of Persia liked that best ⁽⁴of all⁴⁾. Wiped his nose in curtain too. Custom his country perhaps. That's music too. Tootling.
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Brasses braying. Doublebasses helpless⁽⁴,⁴⁾ gashes in their sides. Woodwinds mooing cows. Woodwind like Goodwin's name.

She looked fine. Her crocus dress she wore⁽⁴,⁴⁾ lowcut, belongings on show. Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question. Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa's. Hypnotised, listening. Eyes like that. She bent. Chap in ⁽⁴dress circle dresscircle.⁴⁾ staring down into her with his ⁽⁴opera glass operaglass for all he was worth⁴⁾. Met him pike hoses. Philosophy. ⁽⁴O rocks!⁴⁾

All gone. All fallen. At the siege of Ross his father, at Gorey all his brothers fell. To Wexford, we are the boys of Wexford, he would. Last of his name and race.

I too⁽⁴. Last, last⁴⁾ of my race. Milly young student. Well, my fault perhaps. No son. Rudy ⁽⁴gone⁴⁾. Too late now. Or if not? If not? If still?

He bore no hate.

Hate. Love. Those are names. Rudy. Soon I am old.
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Big Ben his voice unfolded. Great voice Richie Goulding said, a flush struggling in his pale, to Bloom⁽⁴,⁴⁾ soon old⁽⁴. But but⁴⁾ when was young⁽⁴?.⁴⁾

Ireland comes now. My country above the king. She listens. Time to be ⁽⁴going shoving⁴⁾. Looked enough.

— ⁽⁴Bless me, father Bless me, father⁴⁾, ⁽⁴Ben⁴⁾ Dollard the croppy cried. Bless me ⁽⁴and let me go and let me go⁴⁾.

Tap.

Bloom looked⁽⁴, unblessed to go⁴⁾. Got up to kill⁽⁴. On: on⁴⁾ eighteen bob a week. Fellows shell out the dibs. ⁽⁴Moonlit walks by the sad sea waves.⁴⁾ Want to keep your ⁽⁴weather eye weathereye⁴⁾ open. Those girls, those lovely. Chorusgirl's romance. Letters read out ⁽⁴in court⁴⁾ for breach of promise. From ⁽⁴chickabiddy's owny Chickabiddy's own⁴⁾ Mumpsypum. Laughter in court. Henry. The lovely name you ⁽⁴have⁴⁾.

Low sank the music, air and words. Then hastened. The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock. A yeoman captain. They know it all ⁽⁴before by heart⁴⁾. The thrill they itch for. Yeoman cap.

Tap. Tap.

Thrilled⁽⁴,⁴⁾ she listened, bending in sympathy to hear.

Blank face. Virgin should say⁽⁴:⁴⁾ or fingered only. Write something on it: page. If not what becomes of them⁽⁴: decline? Decline⁴⁾, despair. Keeps them young. Even admire themselves. See. Play on her. Lip blow. Body of white woman, a flute alive. Blow gentle. Loud. Three holes⁽⁴,⁴⁾ all women. Goddess I didn't see.
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They want it⁽⁴. Not: not⁴⁾ too much polite. That's why he gets them. Gold in your pocket, brass in your face. ⁽⁴Say something. Make her hear.⁴⁾ With look to look⁽⁴. Songs: songs⁴⁾ without words. Molly⁽⁴,⁴⁾ that hurdygurdy boy. She knew he meant the monkey was sick. Understand animals too that way. Gift of nature.

⁽⁴⇒^{4) (4}ventriloquise Ventriloquise⁴⁾. My lips closed. Think in my stom. What?

Will? You? I. Want. You. To.

With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed⁽⁴, swelling. Swelling⁴⁾ in ⁽⁴apoplect apoplectic bitch's bastard⁴⁾. A good thought, boy, to come. One hour's your time to live, your last.

Tap. Tap.

⁽⁴The thrill Thrill now⁴⁾. Pity they feel. For all things dying, ⁽⁴dead:⁴⁾ for all things born. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Hope she's over. Because their wombs.
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A liquid of ⁽⁴womb of⁴⁾ woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. See real beauty of the eye when she not speaks. On yonder river. At each slow ⁽⁴heaving⁴⁾ satiny ⁽⁴heaving⁴⁾ bosom's wave (her heaving embon) red rose rose slowly⁽⁴,⁴⁾ sank red rose. Heartbeats: her breath: breath that is life. And all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair.

But look. The bright stars fade. O rose⁽⁴.!⁴⁾ Castile. The morn.

Ha. Lidwell that is. For him ⁽⁴then she, not then, not for⁴⁾ me ⁽⁴she⁴⁾. His eyes infatuated. ⁽⁴I like that?⁴⁾ See her from here though. Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties.

On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia hand⁽⁴,⁴⁾ lightly, plumply, leave it to my hands. All lost in pity ⁽⁴for croppy⁴⁾. Fro, to⁽⁴,:⁴⁾ to, fro⁽⁴,:⁴⁾ over the polished knob (she knows ⁽⁴my his⁴⁾ eyes, ⁽⁴his my⁴⁾ eyes, her eyes) her thumb and finger passed in pity: passed, ⁽⁴reposed repassed⁴⁾ and, gently touching, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring.

With a cock with a carra⁽⁴.⁴⁾

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I hold this house. Amen. He gnashed in fury. Traitors swing.

The chords consented. ⁽⁴Sadly Very sad thing⁴⁾. ⁽⁴It But⁴⁾ had to be.

Get out before the end. Pass by her. ⁽⁴Can leave that Freeman.⁴⁾ Letter I have. Suppose she were the? No. Walk, walk, walk ⁽⁴somewhere⁴⁾.

Well, I must be. Are you off? Yes. Bloom stood up. Soap feeling rather sticky behind. ⁽⁴Must have sweated behind: music.º That lotion, remember.⁴⁾ Well, so long. High grade. Card inside⁽⁴. Yes, yes⁴⁾.
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By deaf Pat in the doorway⁽⁴,⁴⁾ straining ear⁽⁴,⁴⁾ Bloom passed.

At Geneva barrack that young man died. At Passage was his body laid. The voice of the mournful chanter called to prayer.

By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair,
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bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely Bloom.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Pray for him⁽⁴,⁴⁾ prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.

Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway heard ⁽⁴the⁴⁾ growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. ⁽⁴All General chorus⁴⁾ off for a swill to wash it down. Glad I avoided.

— Come on, Ben, Simon Dedalus ⁽⁴cried said⁴⁾. By God, you're as good as ever you were.

— Better, said Tomgin Kernan. Most masterly rendition of that ballad⁽⁴,⁴⁾ upon my soul and honour it is.

— Lablache, ⁽⁴Bob Cowley said said Father Cowley⁴⁾.

Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar, mightily praisefed and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the air.

Big Benaben Dollard. Big Benben. Big Benben.

Rrr.

And deepmoved all, Simon trumping compassion from his nose, all laughing⁽⁴,⁴⁾ they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, in right good cheer.

— You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said.

Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.

— He is, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. He has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his person.

⁽⁴Rrrrrrrsss Rrrrrrsss⁴⁾.

— Fat of death, Simon, Ben Dollard growled.

Richie ⁽⁴rift in the lute⁴⁾ alone sat⁽⁴.:⁴⁾ Goulding, Colles, Ward. Uncertainly he waited. ⁽⁴Deaf Unpaid⁴⁾ Pat too.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.
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— Mr Dollard, they murmured low.
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— Dollard, murmured tankard.

⁽⁴Tank one believed: Miss Kenn when she: that doll he was: she doll: the tank.⁴⁾

He murmured that he knew the name. The name was familiar to him, that is to say. That was to say he had heard the name of. Dollard, was it? Dollard, yes.

Yes, her lips said more loudly, Mr Dollard. He sang that song lovely, ⁽⁴Mina⁴⁾ murmured ⁽⁴Mina⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Mr Dollard.^{4) (4}And And^{4) (4}The Last Rose of Summer The last rose of summer⁴⁾ was a lovely song. Mina loved that song. Tankard loved the song that Mina.

'Tis the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside.

Gassy thing that cider: binding too. Wait. Postoffice near Reuben J's ⁽⁴one and eightpence too⁴⁾. Get shut of it. Dodge round by Greek street. Wish I hadn't promised to meet. Freer in air. Music. Gets on your nerves. Beerpull. Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the. Ben Howth. That rules the world.

⁽⁴⇒⁴⁾ Far. Far. Far. Far.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

⁽⁴Leopold Bloom walked up the quay Leopold Bloom with letter for Mady, naughty Henry, with sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses went Poldy on.⁴⁾

Tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curbstone tapping⁽⁴,⁴⁾ tap by tap.

Cowley, he stuns himself with it: kind of drunkenness. Instance enthusiasts. All ears. Not lose a semidemiquaver. Eyes shut. Head nodding in time. Dotty. ⁽⁴Daren't You daren't⁴⁾ budge. Thinking strictly ⁽⁴forbidden prohibited⁴⁾. Always talking shop. ⁽⁴Fiddle faddle Fiddlefaddle⁴⁾ about notes.

All a kind of attempt to talk. Unpleasant when it stops because you ⁽⁴don't never⁴⁾ know exac. Organ in Gardiner street. Old Glynn ⁽⁴fifty quid a year⁴⁾. Queer up there in the cockloft⁽⁴,⁴⁾ alone⁽⁴,⁴⁾ with stops and ⁽⁴locks and⁴⁾ keys. Maunder on for hours⁽⁴., talking to himself or the other fellow,^{4) (4}Blow blowing⁴⁾ the bellows. Growl angry, then
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shriek cursing (want to have wadding or something in his ⁽⁴ears no don't she cried⁴⁾)⁽⁴,⁴⁾ then all of a soft sudden wee little wee little pipey wind.

Pwee! A wee little wind piped eeee. In Bloom's little wee.

— Was he? Mr Dedalus said, returning with fetched pipe. I was with him ⁽⁴this morning⁴⁾ at poor little Paddy Dignam's ⁽⁴funeral this morning.  …⁴⁾

— Ay, ⁽⁴poor fellow the Lord have mercy on him⁴⁾.
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— By the bye there's a ⁽⁴tuning fork tuningfork⁴⁾ in there on the …

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

— The wife has a fine voice. Or had. What? ⁽⁴Lidwell asked.⁴⁾

— O, that must be the tuner, Lydia said ⁽⁴to Simonlionel first I saw⁴⁾, ⁽⁴that⁴⁾ forgot it when he was here.

Blind he was she told George Lidwell ⁽⁴second I saw⁴⁾. And played so exquisitely⁽⁴, treat to hear⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Exquisity Exquisite⁴⁾ contrast: bronzelid⁽⁴,⁴⁾ minagold.

— Shout! Ben Dollard shouted, pouring.

— 'lldo⁽⁴,!⁴⁾ cried Father Cowley.

Rrrrrr.

I feel I want …

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

— Very, Mr Dedalus said, staring hard at a headless sardine.

Under the sandwichbell lay on a bier of bread one last, one lonely⁽⁴, last sardine of summer⁴⁾. Bloom alone.

— Very, he stared. The lower register⁽⁴,⁴⁾ for choice.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Bloom went by Barry's. Wish I could. Wait. Twentyfour solicitors in that ⁽⁴one⁴⁾ house. ⁽⁴Counted them.^{4) (4}Goulding, Colles & Ward.⁴⁾ Litigation. Love one another. Piles of parchment. ⁽⁴Goulding, Colles, Ward.⁴⁾

But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. His vocation⁽⁴.:⁴⁾ Mickey Rooney's band. Wonder how it first struck him. Sitting at home ⁽⁴in armchair after pig's cheek and cabbage⁴⁾ nursing it ⁽⁴after dinner in the armchair⁴⁾. Pom. Pompedy. Jolly for the wife. Asses' skins. Welt them through life, then wallop after death. Pom. Wallop. Seems to ⁽⁴me be⁴⁾ what you call yashmak or I mean kismet. Fate.

Tap. Tap. A stripling, blind, with a tapping cane⁽⁴,⁴⁾ came taptaptapping
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by Daly's window where a mermaid⁽⁴,⁴⁾ hair all streaming ⁽⁴(but he couldn't see),⁴⁾ blew whiffs of a mermaid ⁽⁴(blind couldn't)⁴⁾, ⁽⁴smoke mermaids, mermaid,º⁴⁾ coolest ⁽⁴whiffs whiff⁴⁾ of all.

Instruments. Even comb and ⁽⁴tissue paper tissuepaper⁴⁾ you can knock a tune out of. Molly in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. I suppose each kind of trade made its own, don't you see⁽⁴.?⁴⁾ Hunter with a horn. ⁽⁴Haw.⁴⁾ Have you the? ⁽⁴Haw haw.^{4) (4}Sonnez la. Cloche. Sonnez la!⁴⁾ Shepherd his pipe. ⁽⁴Pwee little wee.⁴⁾ Policeman a whistle. All is lost now. Drum? Pompedy. Wait⁽⁴.,⁴⁾ I know. Towncrier ⁽⁴or bum bailiff, bumbailiff⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Long John.⁴⁾ Waken the dead. ⁽⁴Pom.⁴⁾ Dignam. Poor little ⁽⁴Nomine Dominy nominedomine⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Pom.⁴⁾
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It is music. I mean⁽⁴,⁴⁾ of course⁽⁴,⁴⁾ it's all pom pom ⁽⁴pompedy⁴⁾ pom ⁽⁴very much what they call da capo⁴⁾. ⁽⁴But still Still you can hear⁴⁾.

I must really. Fff. Now if I did that at a banquet. ⁽⁴Still it's Just a⁴⁾ question of custom⁽⁴. The⁴⁾ shah of Persia. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. All the same he must have been a bit ⁽⁴stupid of an natural⁴⁾ not to see it was a yeoman cap. ⁽⁴Muffled up. Wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown mackin.⁴⁾ O, the whore of the lane!

A frowsy whore with black straw ⁽⁴sailor⁴⁾ hat askew came glazily in the day ⁽⁴along the quay⁴⁾ towards Mr Bloom. When first he saw that form endearing⁽⁴?.⁴⁾ Yes, it is. I feel so lonely. Wet night in the lane. Off her beat here. What is she? Hope she. Psst! Any chance of your wash. Knew Molly. Had me decked. Stout lady does be with you in the brown costume. Put you off your stroke⁽⁴,⁴⁾ that. Sees me, does she? Looks a fright in the day. Face like dip. Damn her⁽⁴.!⁴⁾ O, well, she has to live ⁽⁴like the rest⁴⁾. Look in here.

In Lionel Marks's antique window Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged ⁽⁴battered⁴⁾ candlesticks ⁽⁴melodeons melodeon⁴⁾ oozing maggoty blowbags. Bargain⁽⁴,:⁴⁾ six bob. Might learn to play. Cheap. Let her pass. Course everything is dear if you don't want it. That's what good salesman is. Make you buy what he wants to sell. She's passing now. Six bob.

Must be the cider or perhaps the burgund.

Near bronze from anear near gold from afar they ⁽⁴stossed chinked⁴⁾ their clinking glasses all, brighteyed and gallant, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of summer, rose of Castile. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a fifth⁽⁴.:⁴⁾ Lidwell, Si Dedalus, Bob Cowley, Kernan and ⁽⁴big Big⁴⁾ Ben Dollard.

Tap. A youth entered a lonely ⁽⁴Ormond⁴⁾ hall.

Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's window. Robert Emmet's last words. Seven last words. Of ⁽⁴Meyer beer Meyerbeer⁴⁾ that is.

— True men like you men.

— Ay, ay, Ben⁽⁴.⁴⁾

— Will lift your glass with us.

They lifted.

Tschink. Tschunk.

Tip. An unseeing stripling stood in the door. He saw not bronze. He saw not gold. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Hee hee hee hee. He did not see.
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Seabloom, ⁽⁴greeseabloom greaseabloom⁴⁾ viewed last words. Softly. ⁽⁴When my country takes her place When my country takes her place among.⁴⁾

Prrprr.

Must be the ⁽⁴burgund bur⁴⁾.

Fff⁽⁴!.⁴⁾ Oo. Rrpr.

⁽⁴The nations of the earth. The nations of the earth.⁴⁾ No-one behind. She's passed. ⁽⁴Then and not till then. Then and not till then.⁴⁾ Tram⁽⁴.^{4) (4}kran Kran,⁴⁾ kran⁽⁴,⁴⁾ kran. Good oppor. Coming. Krandlkrankran. I'm sure it's the ⁽⁴bur burgund⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Yes.⁴⁾ One, two. ⁽⁴Let my epitaph be. Let my epitaph be.^{4) (4}Kraaaaaa Kraaaaaaaa⁴⁾. ⁽⁴Written. I have Written. I have⁴⁾.