ULYSSES
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…. and up with him on the bloody car.
The milkwhite Dolphin tossed his Mane and, rising in
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the golden Poop the Helmsman spread the glorious Sail upon the Wind. A many
comely Nymphs drew nigh to
|1starboard
Starboard1|
and to Larboard and
|1clinging
to the sides of the noble
Bark1| linked their
shining
|1forms
Forms1|
as doth the cunning Wheelwright when he fashions about the Heart of his Wheel
the equidistant Rays whereof each one is Sister to
|1the
next
another1|
and he binds them all with an outer Ring and giveth Speed to the Feet of Men
whenas they ride
to an Hosting or contend for
|1a
Prize the
|asmile
Smilea| of Ladies
fair1|. Even so did
they come and set them, those willing
|1nymphs
Nymphs1|,
|1foamwhite
the
undying1| sisters. And
they laughed sporting in a Circle of their Foam: and the
|1bark
Bark1|
clave the Waves.
But, by the mossy diamond,
Martin and Jack Power did their level best to keep him quiet but Bloom w had his rag out. All the ragamuffins of and guttersnipes of the place were jeering round the car and says one of the fishgirls
— Ay, mister. Look at your hat, mister!
What was it but Cusack
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had stuck two of the bloody betting tickets in the front of Bloom's
topper and what was on it but: W.C. 13.
And Terry, the
curate, and Alf Bergan were doubled up laughing:
— O, mister! Look at what's on your hat, mister.
Arra sure Bloom didn't know what was up till Jack stood up and took off the tickets and all the sluts began to yell:
— Eh, mister, give us a speech!
|1and the mudlarks screaming the Boys of Wexford. And Martin trying to get the jarvey to drive on. But Bloom was on his high horse speeching |aa harangue out of hima| about the jews.
— Mendelsohn was a jew, he says, and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza and your god was a jew, he shouted, and his father was a jew
— |aWhat? What God?a| says Cusack.
— He had no father, says Jack Power trying to pull him down.
Sure Bloom didn't know about father or mother, only shouting:
— Yes, your god was a jew. |aJesus Christ Your saviour, Christ,a| was a jew.
Cusack made one bound in:
— By |aJesus this & thata|, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. Give us that biscuit tin here. By Jesus, |aI will I'll be the death of hima|. Give |ait usa| here.
God there was meila murder.
— Stop! Stop! says Alf.
However the jarvey began lashing the bloody nag and the street arabs began to peg cabbage stumps, yelling like blases blazes.
— Three cheers for the jew's droppings!
— Get your hair cut.1|
A large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances assembled to
bid farewell to Mr Leopold Bloom on the occasion of his departure
|1for a
distant clime1|. The
ceremony
|1which
took place under the
most favourable
auspices1| which
was characterised by the most affecting cordiality was rendered all the more
picturesque by the presence of numerous delegates from all parts of the
provinces whose traditional national costumes lent a welcome note of colour to
the scene
|1which
went off with great
éclat1|. An
illuminated
|1address
scroll1|,
the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished orientalist on
behalf of a large section of the community and was accompanied by the gift of a
silver casket, tastefully executed in the style of ancient Celtic ornament, a
work which reflects every credit on the makers,
Messrs Jacob and
Jacob. The departing guest was
|1made1|
the recipient of a hearty ovation, many of those present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes
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played
struckº up the wellknown strains of
th Come Back to
Erin as a sendoff.
|1To
Amid1|
the echoing cheers of the multitude
|1that
rent the welkin1|
the vessel slowly
|1moved
away put
off1|, saluted by a
final floral tribute from the
|1emissaries
representatives1|
of the fair sex who were present in large numbers. Gone but not forgotten!
|1|aThere was a crowd in Capel streeta| The jarvey, cute enough, headed of got the horse's head round when out runs Cusack and the bloody biscuit tin in his hand and little Alf trying to hold him and roaring:
— Where is he till I murder him!1|
It was the mercy of God the sun was in his eyes. Anyway he made a swipe in the air and let fly. God, he near sent it into the county Longford. The bloody |1tin1| fell on the cobblestones with a |1crash clatter1| that would waken the dead. You know he's a powerful fellow Cusack. Best man in Ireland in his time at putting the fiftysix pound shot. That's a fact. He won prizes and cups and medals. O, Cusack was a famous man in his day, faith.
Well you should have heard the |1yells hullaballoo1| of the crowd and the horse took fright and off with him |1and Garryowen after him1| and all the ragtag and bobtail after the car, warhooping.
The
|1explosion
catastrophe1|
was terrific and instantaneous in its effect. The observatory of Dunsink
registered in all eleven shocks and there is no record of a similar seismic
disturbance in our island since the great earthquake of
|1—
1534
the year of the rebellion of
Thomas Fitzgerald,
silken
knight1|. The
epicentre appears to have been that part of the metropolis which constitutes the
Inn's Quay Ward and parish of saint
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Michan. All the palatial residences in the immediate vicinity of the palace
of justice were demolished and the noble edifice itself
|1in
which at the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in
progress1| is
literally a mass of ruins beneath which, it is only to be feared, all the
occupants have
|1been
buried found
death1| alive. From
the reports of eyewitnesses it
|1would
seem has
transpired1| that the
seismic waves were accompanied by a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic
character. An article of headgear, since ascertained to belong to the much
respected clerk of the crown and peace, Mr George Fottrell, and a silk umbrella
with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and
genealogical tree of the
|1erudite
and1| worshipful
|1chairman
of quarter sessions1|
recorder of Dublin, sir Frederick Falkiner, were discovered by search parties in
remote parts of the island respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge
of the Giant's
causeway in Antrim, the latter embedded to the extent of one foot three
inches in the sandy beach
|1of
Holeopen bay1| beneath
the old head of Kinsale, latitude 64', longitude, 17. Other eyewitnesses state
that they observed an incandescent object of huge volume
|1and of
unknown proportions1|
hurtling through the atmosphere
|1at a
terrifying velocity1|
in a trajectory directed southwest by west. Messages of condolence and sympathy
are being hourly received from all parts of
the
|1various
different1| continents
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and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to order that a
special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the
|1ordinaries
ordinary1|
of
|1all
each &
every1| parish
|1churches
church1|
of all
|1episcopal1|
dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the holy see in suffrage of the
souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from
our midst. The work of salvage and of removal of debris, human remains etc has
been entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade and
Son|1,
of1|
4 Great Brunswick street and to Messrs T. and C Martin, 18 North Wall, assisted
by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry
|1col.
Jameson & officers of the Seaforth
Highlanders1|
under the general supervision of
|1H.R.H.1|
rear admiral
|1the Rt.
Hon1| sir
|1Heracles
Hercules1|
Hannibal
|1Blitzblank
Habeas
Corpus1| Anderson,
K.G., K.P., K.T., P.C., K.C.B., M.P., J.P.,
|1M.S.
M.B.1|,
D.S.O.,
|1S.O.D,1|
M.F.H., M.R.I.A, B.L., Mus. Doc., P.L.G,
|1F.R.C.S.I.
F.R.C.P.I.1|
and
|1F.R.C.P.I.
F.R.C.S.I.1|
Tare and
|1ouns
ages1|
it was the grandest sight you ever seen
in all your born
puff. Bloom up on the bloody car trying to blather out of him
|1|aabout
being that he
wasa| a jew and his father
and not ashamed of
it1|, and the mudlarks
yelling like old boots and the bloody tin bursting open
|1and the
bloody dog after it & all
the great
unwashed after the
dog1| and the horse
galloping like mad
|1and the
jarvey
belabouring
it1| man, and the
sparks flying out of his hoofs. Uproar & holy murder!
|1God
By
the mortal
frost1|, if he got
that tin on the head he would have been carted off to Jervis street
|1on a
shutter1| and, by God,
Cusack would have been
|1pulled
lagged1|
for assault
|1and Joe
and Tom for aiding
and abetting1|
and battery. The
jarvey saved his life as sure as God made
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little apples. What? O, he did, faith.
|1Cusack
let a volley of
oaths after him1|
Where is he?,
|1the
|abloodylooking
bloody sicklookinga|
kaffir?1|
says he. Did I kill
him? or what? Terry
and little Alf Bergan took him by the arm to
|1drag
him in hold him
back1|
and the last we saw
but he kept shouting to the bloody dog. After him,
|1Garryowen
Garry1|.
After him,
|1boy.
bloody curse to
you!1| And the last we
saw was the car turn the corner
|1with
Bloom gesticulating1|
and the bloody dog after it
|1with
his lugs back1| for
all he was
|1bloody
well1| worth.
When, lo, there came about them all a great |1brightness Brightness1| and they beheld |1the a1| golden |1chariot Chariot1|, |1which held Him wherein He stood1| ascend to |1heaven Heaven1| |1even Him, ben Bloom Elijah1|. And they beheld Him |1therein in the Chariot1|, clothed upon in the |1glory Glory1| of the Brightness, Wi |1with having1| Raiment as of the Sun, fair as the Moon and terrible that |1for awe1| they durst not look upon him. And there came a Voice out of Heaven, saying |1Elijah! unread!1| Elijah ben Reuben! And He answered|1, Abba with a main cry: Abba, Adonai:1|, Abba. And they beheld Him |1in His Glory ascend amid |aclouds Cloudsa| of |aGlory angelsa| ascend1| to |1Him Who the Heaven in the direction of a beeline over Hogan's in Little Green Street to the Glory of the Brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over |aHogan's Donohoe'sa| in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel1|.