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Annotations by Danis Rose and John O'Hanlon (Gabler edition details)See also Ronan Crowley and Joshua Schäuble's online DCSE: Eumeus
Key: (u172017 text 1986 textu86)
{u17, 563}
Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of the
shavings and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up generally in
orthodox Samaritan
fashion(u17,u86)
which he very badly needed. His (Stephen's) mind was not exactly what you
would call wandering but a bit unsteady and on his expressed desire for some
beverage to drink Mr
Bloom(u17,u86)
in view of the hour it was and there being no
pumpº of Vartry water available for their
ablutions(u17,u86)
let alone drinking
purposes(u17,u86)
hit upon an
expedient by suggesting,
off the reel, the
propriety of the cabman's shelter, as it was called, hardly a stonesthrow
away near Butt
(u17Bridge
bridgeu86)(u17,ºu86)
where they might hit upon some drinkables in the shape of a milk and soda or a
mineral. But how
to get there was the rub. For the nonce he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as
the duty plainly devolved upon him
to take some
measures on the subject he pondered suitable
ways and means
during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. So far as he could see he was rather
pale in the face
so that it occurred
to him as highly advisable to get a conveyance of some description which
would answer
in their then
condition, both
of them being
(u17e.d.
ed e.d.edu86),
particularly Stephen, always assuming that there was such a thing to be
found. Accordinglyº after a few such
preliminariesº
as brushing,º in spite of his
having forgotten
to take up
his rather
soapsuddy
handkerchief
after it had done
yeoman service
in the shaving line,º they both walked
together along Beaver
streetº(u17,u86)
or, more properly,
lane(u17,u86)
as far as the farrier's and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of the livery
stables at the corner of Montgomery street where they made tracks to the left
from thence
debouching into
Amiens streetº round by the corner of Dan
Bergin's.
But(u17,u86)
as he confidently
anticipated(u17,u86)
there was not a sign of a
Jehu plying for
hire anywhere to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some fellows
inside on the spree, outside the North Star
(u17Hotel
hotelu86) and there was no
symptom of its budging a quarter of an inch when Mr Bloom, who was
anything but a
professional
whistler,
endeavoured to
hail it by emitting a kind of a whistle,
holding his arms arched over his head, twice.
{u17, 564}
This was a quandary but, bringing common senseº to bear on it, evidently there was nothing for it but put a good face on the matter and foot it which they accordingly did. So, bevelling around by Mullett'sº and the Signal House(u17,u86) which they shortly reached, they proceeded perforce in the direction of Amiens streetº railway terminus, Mr Bloom being handicapped by the circumstance that one of the back buttons of his trousers had, to vary the timehonoured adage, gone the way of all buttonsº though, entering thoroughly into the spirit of the thing, he heroically made light of the mischance. So as neither of them were particularly pressed for time, as it happened, and the temperature refreshing since it cleared up after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they dandered along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a fare or a jarvey. As it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer (u17happening happenedu86) to be returning (u17andºu86) the elder man recounted to his companion à propos of the incident his own truly miraculous escape of some little while back. They passed the main entrance of the Great Northern railway station, the starting point for Belfast, where of course all traffic was suspended at that late hour(u17,u86) and(u17,ºu86) passing the (u17back door backdooru86) of the morgue (a not very enticing locality, not to say gruesome to a degree, more especially at night)(u17,u86) ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in due course turned into Store streetº, famous for its C division police station. Between this point and the high(u17,u86) at present unlit(u17,u86) warehouses of Beresford (u17Place placeu86) Stephen thought to think of Ibsen, associated with Baird's(u17,u86) the stonecutter's(u17,ºu86) in his mind somehow in Talbot (u17Place placeu86), first turning on the right, while the other(u17,u86) who was acting as his fidus Achates(u17,ºu86) inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to where they were, the very palatable odour indeed of our daily bread, of all commodities of the public the primary and most indispensable. Bread, the staff of life, earn your bread, O tell me where is fancy bread(u17? At, atu86) Rourke's the baker's(u17,u86) it is said.
En
route(u17,u86)
to his
taciturn(u17,u86)
and, not to put too fine a point on it, not yet perfectly sober
companion(u17,u86)
Mr
Bloom(u17,u86)
who at all
eventsº was in complete possession of
his faculties, never
more so, in fact
disgustingly
sober, spoke a
word of caution re the dangers of
nighttown,
women of ill fame
and swell mobsmen,
which, barely permissible once in a
while(u17,u86)
though not as a
habitual practice, was of the nature of a regular deathtrap for young
fellows of his age particularly if they had
acquired drinking
habits under the
influence of liquor unless you knew a little
jiujitsuº
for every
contingency
as even a fellow on
the broad of his back could administer a nasty kick if you didn't look
out. Highly providential was the appearance on the scene of
Corny Kelleher
when Stephen was blissfully unconscious
(u17that,u86)
but for that man in the gap
turning up
at the eleventh
hour(u17,u86)
the
(u17finis
finisu86) might have
been that he might have been a
{u17, 565}
candidate for the accident wardº
or, failing
that, the bridewell and an appearance in the court next day before Mr
Tobias(u17,u86)
or, he being the solicitor rather,º old
Wall, he meant to say, or Mahonyº which
simply spelt ruin
for a chap when it got bruited about.
The reason he
mentioned the fact was that a lot of those policemen, whom he
cordially
disliked, were admittedly unscrupulous in the service of the Crown and, as
Mr Bloom put it, recalling a case or two in the
A
(u17Division
divisionu86) in
Clanbrassil streetº, prepared to
swear a hole through a
ten gallon pot. Never
on the spot when
wanted but in quiet
parts of the city, Pembroke roadº for
example, the
guardians of the law were well in evidence, the
obvious reason
being they were paid
to protect the upper classes.
Another thing he
commented on was equipping soldiers with
firearms or
sidearms of any
description(u17,u86)
liable to go off at any
time(u17,ºu86)
which was tantamount
to inciting them against civilians
should by any chance
they fall out over anything. You
frittered away your
time, he very sensibly maintained, and health and also character besides
which,º the
squandermania of
the thing, fast
women of the
demimonde
ran away with a lot
of £. s.
d. into the bargain and the greatest danger of all was who you got drunk
with though,
touching the
much vexed question of stimulants,º he
relished a glass of
choice old wine
in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues
(notably a good burgundy which he was a staunch
believer in)
still never beyond a
certain point where he
invariably drew
the line as it simply led to trouble all round to say nothing of your being at
the tender mercy
of others practicallyº. Most of all he
commented adversely on the desertion of Stephen by all his
pubhunting
confrères but one,
a most glaring piece
of ratting on the part of his
brother medicos
under all the circs.
— And that one was Judas, (u17said Stephen Stephen saidu86), who up to then had said nothing whatsoever of any kind.
Discussing these and kindred topics they made a beeline across the back of the Customhouse and passed under the Loop Line bridge whereº a brazier of coke burning in front of a sentrybox(u17,u86) or something like one(u17,u86) attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Stephen of his own accord stopped for no special reason to look at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the light emanating from the brazier he could just make out the darker figure of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the sentrybox. He began to remember that this had happened(u17,u86) or had been mentioned as having happened(u17,u86) before but it cost him no small effort before he remembered that he recognised in the sentry a quondamº friend of his father's, Gumley. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the pillars of the railway bridge.
— Someone saluted you, Mr Bloom said.
A figure of middle height on the prowl(u17,u86) evidently(u17,u86) under the arches saluted again, calling:
⇒(u17—u86) (u17Night! Night!u86)
(u17⇒u86)
Stephen(u17,u86)
of
course(u17,u86)
started rather dizzily and stopped to
{u17, 566}
return the
compliment. Mr
Bloom(u17,u86)
actuated by motives of
inherent
delicacy(u17,u86)
inasmuchº as he always believed in
minding his own
business(u17,u86)
moved off but nevertheless remained on the qui vive with just a shade of
anxiety though not funkyish in the least.
(u17Although
Thoughu86) unusual in
the Dublin
area(u17,ºu86)
he knew that it was not by any means unknown for
desperadoes who
had next to
nothing to live on to be about waylaying
and generally
terrorising peaceable
pedestrians by
placing a pistol at
their head in some secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers
of the Thames
embankment category they might be
hanging about
there or simply
marauders ready
to decamp with
whatever
boodle they
could in one fell
swoop at a moment's notice,
your money or your
life, leaving you there
to point a
moral, gagged and garrotted.
Stephen, that is when the accosting figure came to close quarters, though he was not in anº over sober state himself(u17,u86) recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Lord John Corley(u17,u86) some called him(u17,u86) and his genealogy came about in this wise. He was the eldest son of (u17Inspector inspectoru86) Corley of the G (u17Division divisionu86), lately deceased, who had married a certain Katherine Brophy, the daughter of a Louth farmer. His grandfather(u17,u86) Patrick Michael Corley(u17,u86) of New Ross(u17,u86) had married the widow of a publican there whose maiden name had been Katherine (also) Talbot. Rumour had it(u17,u86) (u17(u86) though not proved(u17,)u86) that she descended from the house of the (u17Lords lordsu86) Talbot de Malahide(u17,u86) in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its kind and well worth seeing, her mother or aunt or some relative(u17, a woman, as the tale went, of extreme beauty,u86) had enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the washkitchen. This(u17,u86) therefore(u17,u86) was the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who now addressed Stephen was spoken of by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley.
Taking Stephen on one side he had the customary doleful ditty to tell. Not as much as a farthing to purchase a night's lodgings. His friends had all deserted him. Furthermore(u17,u86) he had a row with Lenehanº and called him to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a sprinkling of (u17a number ofu86) other uncalledfor expressions. He was out of a job and implored of Stephen to tell him where on God's earth he could get something, anything at all,º to do. No, it was the daughter of the mother in the washkitchen that was fostersister to the heir of the house or else they were connected through the mother in some way, both occurrences happening at the same time if the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish. Anyhow(u17,u86) he was all in.
— I wouldn't ask you(u17,u86) only, pursued he, on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the rocks.
—
There'll be a
job tomorrowº
or the next day,
Stephen told him,
in a boys'
school at Dalkey for a gentleman usher. Mr Garrett Deasy. Try it. You may mention my name.
{u17, 567}
— Ah, God, Corley replied, sure I couldn't teach in a school, man. I was never one of your bright ones, he added with a half laugh.º Got stuck twice in the junior at the (u17Christian Brothers christian brothersu86).
— I have no place to sleep myself, Stephen informed him.
Corley(u17,u86) at the first go-off(u17,u86) was inclined to suspect it was something to do with Stephen being fired out of his digs for bringing in a bloody tart off the street. There was a dosshouse in Marlborough streetº, Mrs Maloney's, but it was only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern streetº (which was distantly suggestive to the person addressed of friar Bacon) for a bob. He was starving too though he hadn't said a word about it.
Though this sort of thing went on every other night or very near it still Stephen's feelings got the better of him in a sense though he knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole(u17,u86) on a par with the others(u17,u86) was hardly deserving of much credence. However(u17,u86) haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco(u17,u86) (u17etcetera, etceterau86) as the Latin poet remarks(u17,u86) especially as luck would have it he got paid his screw after every middle of the month on the sixteenth which was the date of the month as a matter of fact though a good bit of the wherewithal was demolished. But the cream of the joke was nothing would get it out of Corley's head that he was living in affluence and hadn't a thing to do but hand out the needful (u17—.u86) (u17whereas Whereasu86). He put his hand in a pocket anyhow(u17,u86) not with the idea of finding any food there(u17,u86) but thinking he might lend him anything up to a bob or so in lieu so that he might endeavour at all events and get sufficient to eat(u17. But butu86) the result was in the negative for, to his chagrin, he found his cash missing. A few broken biscuits were all the result of his investigationº. He tried his hardest to recollect for the moment whether he had lost(u17,u86) as well he might have(u17,u86) or left(u17,u86) because in that contingency it was not a pleasant lookout, very much the reverse(u17,u86) in fact. He was altogether too fagged out to institute a thorough search though he tried to recollect. Aboutº biscuits he dimly remembered. Who now exactly gave them(u17, he wonderedu86) or where was(u17,u86) or did he buy(u17?.u86) However(u17,u86) in another pocket he came across what he surmised in the dark were pennies, erroneously(u17,u86) however, as it turned out.
— Those are halfcrowns, man, Corley corrected him.
And so in point of fact they turned out to be. Stephen (u17anyhowu86) lent him one of them.
— Thanks, Corley
answered(u17.
You're,
you'reu86) a gentleman.
I'll pay you back
(u17some
oneu86) time. Who's that
with you? I saw him a few times
in the Bleeding
Horse in Camden street with
Boylan(u17,u86)
the billsticker. You might put in a good word for us to get me taken on there.
I'd carry a sandwichboard only the girl in the office told me they're
full up for the next three weeks, man. God, you've to
book ahead, man,
you'd think it was for the Carl Rosa. I don't give a shite anyway so
long as I get a job,º even as a
crossing sweeper.
{u17, 568}
Subsequently(u17,u86) being not quite so down in the mouth after the (u17two-and-six two and sixu86) he got(u17,u86) he informed Stephen about a fellow by the name of Bags Comisky that he said Stephen knew well out of Fullam's, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there(u17,u86) that used to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a little chap with a stutter the name of Tighe. Anyhow(u17,u86) he was lagged the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go with the constable.
Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of the corporation watchman's sentrybox(u17,u86) who(u17,u86) evidently a glutton for work, it struck him, was having a quiet forty winks for all intents and purposes on his own private account while Dublin slept. He threw an odd eye at the same time now and then at Stephen's anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other though where he was not in a position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. Being a levelheaded individual who could give points to not a few in point of shrewd observation(u17,u86) he also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally(u17,u86) testifying to a chronic impecuniosity. Probably he was one of his hangerson but for the matter of that it was merely a question of one preying on his nextdoor neighbour all round, in every deep, so to put it, a deeper depth and for the matter of that if the man in the street chanced to be in the dock himself penal servitude(u17,u86) with or without the option of a fine(u17,ºu86)would be a very rara avis altogether. In any case he had a consummate amount of cool assurance intercepting people at that hour of the night or morning. Pretty thick that was certainly.
The pair parted company and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom(u17,u86) who,º with his practised eye, was not without perceiving that he had succumbed to the blandiloquence of the other parasite. Alluding to the encounter he said, laughingly, Stephen, that is:
— (u17He's He isu86) down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named Boylan, a billsticker, to give him a job as a sandwichman.
At this intelligence, in which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the space of a half a second or so in the direction of a bucketdredgerº, rejoicing in the farfamed name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse (u17Quay quayu86) and quite possibly out of repair, whereupon he observed evasively:
— Everybody gets their own ration of luck, they say. Now you mention it his face was familiar to me. But(u17,u86) leaving that for the moment, how much did you part with, he queried, if I am not too inquisitive?
—
(u17Half-a-crown
Half a crownu86), Stephen
responded. I daresay he needs it to sleep somewhere.
{u17, 569}
— Needs!º Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the least surprise at the intelligence, I can quite credit the assertion and I guarantee he invariably does. Everyone according to his needs (u17and oru86) everyone according to his deeds. But,º talking about things in general, where, added he with a smile, will you sleep yourself? Walking to Sandycove is out of the question (u17and. Andu86)(u17,u86) even supposing you did(u17,u86) you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row station. Simply fag out there for nothing. I don't mean to presume to dictate to you in the slightest degree but why did you leave your father's house?
— To seek misfortune, was Stephen's answer.
— I met your respected father on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom diplomatically returned, todayº(u17,u86) in fact, or(u17,u86) to be strictly accurate, on yesterday. Where does he live at present? I gathered in the course of conversation that he had moved.
— I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen answered unconcernedly. Why?
— A gifted man, Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in more respects than one and a born raconteur if ever there was one. He takes great pride, quite (u17legitimately legitimateu86), out of you. You could go back(u17,u86) perhaps, he (u17hazarded hasardedu86), still thinking of the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row terminus when it was perfectly evident that the other two, Mulligan, that is, and that English tourist friend of his, who eventually euchred their third companion, were patently trying(u17,u86) as if the whole bally station belongedº to them(u17,u86) to give Stephen the slip in the confusion(u17, which they didu86).º
There was no response forthcoming to the suggestion(u17,u86) however, such as it was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his family hearth the last time he saw it(u17,u86) with his sister Dilly sitting by the ingle, her hair hanging down, waiting for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was in the sootcoated kettle to be done so that she and he could drink it with the (u17oatmeal water oatmealwateru86) for milk after the Friday herrings they had eaten at two a penny(u17,u86) with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the cat meanwhile under the mangle devouring a mess of eggshells and charred fish heads and bones on a square of brown paper,º in accordance with the third precept of the church to fast and abstain on the days commanded, it being quarter tense or(u17,u86) if not, ember days or something like that.
— No, Mr Bloom repeated again, I wouldn't personally
repose much
trust in that
boon companion
of yours who contributes the
humorous
element, Dr Mulligan, as a
guide,
philosopher(u17,u86)
and
friend(u17,u86)
if I were in your shoes. He knows which side his bread is buttered on
thoughº in all probability
he never realised
what it is to be without regular meals. Of course you didn't notice as
much as I did but
(u17but.
Butu86)
it wouldn't
occasion me the least surprise to learn that a
{u17, 570}
pinch of tobacco or
some narcotic was
put in your drink for some ulterior object.
He understood(u17,u86) however(u17,u86) from all he heard(u17,u86) that Dr Mulligan was a versatile allround man, by no means confined to medicine only, who was rapidly coming to the fore in his line and, if the report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the not too distant future as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his services in addition to which professional status his rescue of that man from certain drowning by artificial respiration and what they call first aid at Skerries, or Malahide was it?,º was, he was bound to admit, an exceedingly plucky deed which he could not too highly praise, so that frankly he was utterly at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be at the back of it except he put it down to sheer cussedness or jealousy, pure and simple.
— Except it simply amounts to one thing and he is what they call picking your brains, he ventured to throw out.
The guarded glance of half solicitude(u17,u86) half curiosity(u17,u86) augmented by friendliness(u17,ºu86) which he gave at Stephen's at present morose expression of features did not throw a flood of light, none at all in fact(u17,u86) on the problem as to whether he had let himself be badly bamboozled(u17,u86) to judge by two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop(u17,u86) or(u17,u86) the other way about(u17,u86) saw through the affair(u17,u86) and(u17,u86) for some reason or other best known to himself(u17,u86) allowed matters to more or less (u17 ….u86) Grinding poverty did have that effect and he more than conjectured that, high educational abilities though he possessed, he experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet.
Adjacent to the men's public urinal theyº perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their vivacious language in a particularly animated way, there being some little differences between the parties.
— Puttanaº madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Ho ragione? Culo rotto!
— Intendiamoci. Mezzo sovrano più …(u17.u86)
⇒(u17—u86) (u17Mezzo.u86)
— Farabutto! Mortacci sui!
⇒(u17—u86) (u17Ma ascolta! Cinque la testa più …u86)
Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an unpretentious
wooden structure,
where, prior to
then, he had
rarely(u17,u86)
if
ever(u17,u86)
been
before;(u17;,u86)
the former having previously whispered to
the latter a few
hints anent the
keeper of
it(u17,u86)
said to be the once famous
Skin-the-Goat,
Fitzharris, the invincible, though he
(u17wouldn't
could
notºu86)
vouch for the actual facts whichº quite
possibly there was
not one vestige of
truth in. A few
moments later saw
our two noctambules safely seated in a discreet corner
onlyº to be greeted by stares from the
decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other nondescript specimens
{u17, 571}
of the genus
homo(u17,u86)
already there engaged in eating and
drinking(u17,u86)
diversified by
conversation(u17,u86)
for whom they
seemingly formed
an object of
marked curiosity.
— Now touching a cup of coffee, Mr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it occurs to me you ought to sample something in the shape of solid food, say(u17,u86) a roll of some description.
Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores(u17,u86) or whatever they were(u17,u86) after a cursory examinationº(u17,u86) turned their eyes, apparently dissatisfied, away(u17,u86) though one redbearded bibulous individual, portion of whose hair was greyish, a sailor(u17,u86) probably, still stared for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the floor. (u17⇑u86) Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech, he having just a bowing acquaintance with the language in dispute,º though, to be sure, rather in a quandary over voglio, remarked to his protégé in an audible tone of voice(u17,u86) (u17apropos à proposºu86) of the battle royal in the street which was still raging fast and furious:
— A beautiful language. I mean for singing purposes. Why do you not write your poetry in that language? Bella Poetria!º Itº is so melodious and full. (u17Bella Donna Belladonnau86). Voglioº.
Stephen, who was trying his dead best to yawn(u17,u86) if he could, suffering fromº lassitude generally, replied:
— To fill the ear of a cow elephant. They were haggling over money.
— Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined pensively, at the inward reflection of there being more languages to start with than were absolutely necessary, it may be only the southern glamour that surrounds it.
The keeper of the shelter in the middle of this tête-à-tête put a boiling swimming cup of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the table and a rather antediluvian specimen of a bun, or so it seemed(u17, after. Afteru86) which he beat a retreat to his counter,º Mr Bloom determining to have a good square look at him later on so as not to appear to (u17 ….u86) (u17for Foru86) which reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his eyes while he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the cup of what was temporarily supposed to be called coffee gradually nearer him.
— Sounds are impostures, Stephen saidº after a pause of some little time(u17. Like, likeu86) names.º Cicero, Podmore. Napoleon, Mr Goodbody.º Jesus, Mr Doyle.º Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. What's in a name?
— Yes, to be sure, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. Of course. Our name was changed too, he added, pushing the socalled roll across.
The redbearded
sailor(u17,u86)
who had his weather eye on the
newcomers(u17,u86)
boarded Stephen, whom he had
singled out for
attention in particular, squarely by asking:
{u17, 572}
— And what might your name be?
Just in the nick of time Mr Bloom touched his companion's boot but Stephen, apparently disregarding the warm pressureº from an unexpected quarter, answered:
— Dedalus.
The sailor stared at him heavily from a pair of drowsy baggy eyes, rather bunged up from excessive use of boose, preferably good old Hollands and water.
— You know Simon Dedalus? he asked at length.
— I've heard of him, Stephen said.
Mr Bloom was all at sea for a moment, seeing the others evidently eavesdropping too.
— He's Irish, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the same way and nodding. All Irish.
— All too Irish, Stephen rejoined.
As for Mr Bloom he could neither make head or tail of the whole business and he was just asking himself what possible connection when the sailor(u17,u86) of his own accord(u17,u86) turned to the other occupants of the shelter with the remark:
— I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his shoulder. The lefthandº dead shot.
Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional stammer and his gestures being also clumsy as it was still he did his best to explain.
— Bottlesº out there, say. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on the bottles. Cocks his gun over his shoulder. Aims.
He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye completely(u17, then. Thenu86) he screwed his features up somewayº sideways and glared out into the night with an unprepossessing cast of countenance.
The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there being still a further egg.
Eggº two evidently demolished, he nodded and winked, adding bloodthirstily:
—º
Buffalo Bill shoots to kill,
Never missed nor he never will.
A silence ensued till Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was for a marksmanship competition like the Bisley.
— Beg pardon, the sailor said.
— Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth.
— Why, the sailor replied, relaxing to a certain extent
under the magic influence of
diamond cut
diamond, it might be a matter of ten years. He
{u17, 573}
toured the wide world with
Hengler's Royal
Circus. I seen him do that in Stockholm.
— Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen unobtrusively.
— Murphy's my name, the sailor continued(u17,.u86) (u17W.B. D.B.u86) Murphy(u17,u86) of Carrigaloe. Know where that is?
— Queenstown Harbour, Stephen replied.
— That's right, the sailor said. Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle. That's where I hails from. (u17I belongs there. That's where I hails from.u86) My little woman's down there. She's waiting for me, I know. For England, home and beauty. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, sailing about.
Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene (u17—,u86) the homecoming to the mariner's roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jonesº (u17—,u86) a rainy night with a blind moon. Across the world for a wife. Quite a number of stories there were on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a favourite and most trying declamation piece(u17,u86) by the way(u17,u86) of poor John Casey and a bit of perfect poetry in its own small way. Never about the runaway wife coming back, however much devoted to the absentee. The face at the window! Judge of his astonishment when he finallyº did breast the tape and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his affections. You little expected me but I've come to stay and make a fresh start. There she sits, a grasswidowº, at the selfsame fireside. Believes me dead, rockedº in the cradle of the deep. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as the case might be, the publican of the Crown and Anchor, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. No chair for father. Broo!º The wind! Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, (u17post mortem postmortemu86) child. With a high ro! and a randy ro! and my galloping tearing tandy(u17,u86) O! Bow to the inevitable. Grin and bear it. I remain with much love your brokenhearted husband(u17,u86) (u17W.B. D Bu86) Murphy.
The sailor, who scarcely seemed to be a Dublin resident, turned to one of the jarvies with the request:
— You don't happen to have such a thing as a spare chaw about you(u17, do youu86)?
The jarvey addressed(u17,u86) as it happened(u17,u86) had not but the keeper took a die of plug from his good jacket hanging on a nail and the desired object was passed from hand to hand.
— Thank you, the sailor said.
He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing(u17,u86) and with some slow stammers, proceeded:
—
We come up this
morning eleven o'clock. The
threemaster
Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks. I shipped to get over.
Paid off this
afternoon. There's my
discharge. See?
(u17W.B.
D.B.u86)
Murphy.º A.B.S.
{u17, 574}
In confirmation of which statement he extricated from an inside pocket and handed to his neighbourº a not very cleanlooking folded document.
— You must have seen a fair share of the world, the keeper remarked, leaning on the counter.
— Why, the sailor answeredº upon reflection upon it, I've circumnavigated a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red Sea. I was in China and North America and South America. (u17We was chased by pirates one voyage.u86) I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. I was in Stockholm and the Black Sea, the Dardanelles(u17,u86) under Captain Dalton, the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. Gospodi pomilyouº. That's how the Russians prays.
— You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in a jarvey.
— Why, the sailor said, shifting his partially chewed plug(u17,.u86) I seen queer things too, ups and downs. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an anchor same as I chew that quid.
He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and, lodging it between his teeth, bit ferociously:º
— Khaan! Like that. And I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the livers of horses. Look here. Here they are. A friend of mine sent me.
He fumbled out a picture postcard from his inside pocket(u17,u86) which seemed to be in its way a species of repository(u17,u86) and pushed it along the table. The printed matter on it stated: Choza de Indios. Beni, Bolivia.
All focussed their attention (u17on atºu86) the scene exhibited, (u17atºu86) a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping(u17,u86) amid a swarm of infants (there must have been quite a score of them) outside some primitive shanties of osier.
— Chews coca all day (u17longu86), the communicative tarpaulin added . Stomachs like breadgraters. Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more children. See them (u17sittingu86) there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw.
His postcard proved a centre of attraction for Messrs the greenhorns for several minutes(u17,u86) if not more.
— Know how to keep them off? he inquired genially.
Nobody volunteering a statement(u17,u86) he winked, saying:
— Glass. That boggles 'em. Glass.
Mr Bloom, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark. It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal,º Señor A(u17.ºu86) Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile. There was no message evidently,º as he took particular notice.
Thoughº not an implicit
believer in the
lurid story
narrated (or the eggsniping transaction for that matter
despite William
Tell and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana
on which occasion the
{u17, 575}
former's ball passed through the latter's
hat)(u17,ºu86)
having detected a
discrepancy between his name
(assuming he was the
person he represented himself to be and not sailing
under false
colours after having
boxed the compass
on the strict q.t.
somewhere)(u17,u86)
and the fictitious
addressee of the missive which made him
nourish some
suspicions of our friend's
bona
fides nevertheless it reminded him in a way of a longcherished plan he
meant to one day realise
some Wednesday or
Saturday of
travelling to
London
via
long sea not to
say that he had ever travelled extensively to any great extent but he was at
heart a born
adventurer though
by a trick of
fate he had
consistently
remained a landlubber except you call going to Holyhead which was his longest.
Martin Cunningham frequently said he would work a pass through Egan but some
deuced hitch or other eternally cropped up with the net result that the
scheme fell
through. But even suppose it did come to planking down the needful and
breaking Boyd's heart it was not so dear,
purse
permitting, a few guineas at the
outsideº(u17,u86)
considering the fare
to Mullingar where
he figured on
going was five
and
six(u17,u86)
there and back. The trip would
benefit health on
account of the bracing ozone and be in every way
thoroughly
pleasurable, especially for a chap whose
liver was out of
order, seeing
the different places along the route,
Plymouth,
Falmouth, Southampton and so
on(u17,u86)
culminating in
an instructive tour
of the sights of the great metropolis, the
spectacle of our
modern Babylon where doubtless he would see the greatest
improvement,º tower, abbey, wealth of
Park
(u17Lane
laneu86) to renew
acquaintance with. Another thing just struck him as a
by no means bad
notion was he might have a gaze around
on the spot to
see about trying to
make
arrangements about a concert tour of
summer music
embracing the most
prominent pleasure
resorts, Margate with
mixed bathing
and firstrate
hydros and spas,
Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so on,
beautiful
Bournemouth, the
Channel islands
and similar bijou
spots, which might
prove highly
remunerative. Not, of course, with
a hole and
corner scratch company or local ladies on the job, witness Mrs
(u17C.P.
C Pu86) M'Coy type
(u17—u86)
lend me your valise and I'll post you the ticket. No,
something top
notch, an all
star Irish caste, the
Tweedy-Flower
grand opera company with his own legal consort as
leading lady as a
sort of counterblast
to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners,
perfectly simple
matter and he was quite
sanguine of
success,
providing
puffs in the local
papers could be managed by some fellow with a bit of
bounce who could
pull the
indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure. But
who? That was the rub.
Also, without
being actually positive, it struck him
a great field
was to be opened up in the line of opening up new routes to
keep pace with the
times apropos of the
Fishguard-Rosslare
route which, it was
mooted,
was once more on
the tapis
in the
circumlocution
departments with the usual quantity of red
{u17, 576}
tape and dillydallying of
effete fogeydom
and dunderheads
generally. A great opportunity there certainly was for push and enterprise to
meet the travelling
needs of the
public at large,
the average man,
i.e.(u17,ºu86)
Brown, Robinson and Co.
It was a subject of regret and absurd as well on the face of it and no small blameº to our vaunted society that the man in the street, when the system really needed toning up, for (u17a theu86) matter of a couple of paltry pounds(u17,u86) was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead of being always (u17and everu86) cooped up since my old stick-in-the-mud took me for a wife. After all, hang it, they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it and merited a radical change of venue after the grind of city life in the summertime(u17,u86) for choice(u17,u86) when (u17Dame dameu86) Nature is at her spectacular best(u17,u86) constituting nothing short of a new lease of life. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the home island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering a plethora of attractions as well as a bracing tonic for the system in and around Dublin and its picturesque environsº even,º Poulaphouca(u17,u86) to which there was a (u17steam tram steamtramu86), but also farther away from the madding crowd(u17,u86) in Wicklow, rightly termed the garden of Ireland, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen(u17,u86) so long as it didn't come down, and in the wilds of Donegal where(u17,u86) if report spoke true(u17,u86) the coup d'œilº was exceedingly grand(u17,u86) though the lastnamed locality was not easily getatable so that the influx of visitors was not as yet all that it might be considering the signal benefits to be derived from it(u17,u86) while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a favourite haunt with all sorts and conditions of men(u17,u86) especially in the spring when young men's fancy, though it had its own toll of deaths by falling off the cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the way, on their left leg, it being only about three quarters of an hour's run from the pillar. Because of course uptodate tourist travelling was as yet merely in its infancy, so to speak, and the accommodationº left much to be desired. Interesting to fathom(u17,u86) it seemed to him(u17,u86) from a motive of curiosity(u17,u86) pure and simple, was whether it was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the two sides in fact. He turned back the other side of the card,º picture,º and passed it along to Stephen.
— I seen a Chinese one time, related the doughty narrator, that had little pills like putty and he put them in the water and they opened(u17,u86) and every pill was something different. One was a ship, another was a house, another was a flower. Cooks rats in your soup, he appetisingly added, the (u17Chinese chinksu86) does.
Possibly perceiving an expression of dubiosity on their faces(u17,u86) the globetrotter went on,º adhering to his adventures.
—
And I seen a man
killed in
Trieste by an
Italian chap. Knife in his back. Knife like that.
{u17, 577}
Whilst speaking he produced a (u17dangerous looking dangerouslookingu86) claspknife(u17,u86) quite in keeping with his character(u17,u86) and held it in the striking position.
— In a knockingshop it was count of a tryon between two smugglers. Fellow hid behind a door, come up behind him. Like that. Prepare to meet your God,º says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.
His heavy glance(u17,u86) drowsily roaming about(u17,u86) kind of defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to.
— That'sº a good bit of steel, repeated he, examining his formidable stiletto.
After which harrowing dénouement sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question away as before in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.
— They're great for the cold steel, somebody who was evidently quite in the dark said for the benefit of them all. That was why they thought the park murders of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of them using knives.
At this remark(u17,u86) passed obviously in the spirit of where ignorance is bliss(u17,u86) Mr (u17Bloom B.u86) and Stephen, each in his own particular way, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in a religious silence of the strictly entre nous variety however, towards where Skin-the-Goat, alias the keeper, (u17not turning a hair,u86) was drawing spurts of liquid from his boiler affair. His inscrutable face(u17,u86) which was really a work of art, a perfect study in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that he didn't understand one jot of what was going on. Funny, very(u17.!u86)
There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. One man was reading (u17by inu86) fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal(u17;,u86) another(u17,u86) the card with the natives choza de(u17;,u86) another(u17,u86) the seaman's discharge. Mr Bloom, so far as he was personally concerned, was just pondering in pensive mood. He vividly recollected when the occurrence alluded to took place as well as yesterday, (u17roughlyu86) some score of years previously(u17,u86) in the days of the land troubles(u17,u86) when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in the eighties, eightyone to be correct, when he was just turned fifteen.º
— Ay, boss, the sailor broke in. Give us back them papers.
The request being complied with(u17,u86) he clawed them up with a scrape.
— Have you seen the (u17Rock rocku86) of Gibraltar? Mr Bloom inquired.
The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a way that might be read as yes, ay(u17,u86) or no.
— Ah, you've touched there too, Mr Bloom said, Europa point, thinking he had, in the hope that the rover might possibly by some reminiscences but he failed to do so, simply letting spurt a jet of spew into the sawdust, and shook his head with a sort of lazy scorn.
— What year would that be about? Mr
(u17Bloom
interpolated B
interrogatedu86). Can you recall the boats?
{u17, 578}
Our soi-disantº sailor munched heavily awhile(u17,u86) hungrily(u17,u86) beforeº answering(u17.:u86)
— I'm tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and ships. Salt junk all the time.
Tired(u17,u86) seemingly, he ceased. His questioner(u17,u86) perceiving that he was not likely to get a great deal of change out of such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the enormous dimensions of the water about the globe(u17.,u86) (u17Suffice sufficeu86) it to say that, as a casual glance at the map revealed, it covered fully three fourths of it and he fully realised accordingly what it meantº to rule the waves. On more than one occasion (u17—,u86) a dozen at the lowest (u17—,u86) near the North Bull at Dollymount he had remarked a superannuated old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the not particularly redolent sea on the wall, staring quite obliviouslyº at it and it at him, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new as someone somewhere sings. And it left him wondering why. Possibly he had tried to find out the secret for himself, floundering up and down the antipodes and all that sort of thing and over and under (u17—,u86) well, not exactly under (u17—,u86) tempting the fates. And the odds were twenty to nil there was really no secret about it at all. Nevertheless, without going into the minutiae of the business, the eloquent fact remained that the sea was there in all its glory and in the natural course of things somebody or other had to sail on it and fly in the face of providence though it merely went to show how people usually contrived to load that sort ofº onus on to the other fellow like the hell idea and the lottery and insuranceº which were run on identically the same lines so that for that very reason(u17,u86) if no other(u17,u86) lifeboat Sunday was a (u17very highlyu86) laudable institution to which the public at large, no matter where living(u17,u86) inland or seaside, as the case might be, having it brought home to them like that(u17,u86) should extend its gratitude also to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had to man the rigging and push off and out amid the elements(u17,u86) whatever the season(u17,u86) when duty called Ireland expects that every man and so onº and sometimes had a terrible time of it in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, liable to capsize at any moment(u17,u86) rounding which he once with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not to say stormy, weather.
— There was a fellow sailed with me in the Rover, the old seadog, himself a rover, proceeded, wentº ashore and took up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I've on me and he gave me an oilskin and that jackknife. I'm game for that job, shaving and brushup. I hate roaming about. There's my son now, Danny, run off to sea and his mother got him took in a draper's in Cork where he could be drawing easy money.
— What age is he? queried one hearer who,
by the way, seen
from the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the townclerk, away from the
{u17, 579}
carking cares
of office,
unwashed(u17,u86)
of
course(u17,u86)
and in a seedy getup and aº strong
suspicion of nosepaint about the nasal appendage.
— Why, the sailor answered with a slow puzzled utterance,º my son,º Danny? He'd be about eighteen now, way I figure it.
The Skibbereenºfather hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his two hands and scratched away at his chest on which was to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink(u17,u86) intended to represent an anchor.
— There was lice in that bunk in Bridgwater, he remarked,º sureº as nuts. I must get a wash tomorrow or next day. It's them black lads I objects to. I hate those buggers. (u17Sucks Sucku86) your blood dry, they does.
Seeing they were all looking at his chest(u17,u86) he accommodatinglyº dragged his shirt more open so that(u17,u86) on top of the timehonoured symbol of the mariner's hope and rest(u17,u86) they had a full view of the figure 16 and a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather.
— Tattoo, the exhibitor explained. That was done when we were lying becalmed off Odessa in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton. Fellow(u17,u86) the name of Antonio(u17,u86) done that. There he is himself, a Greek.
— Did it hurt much doing it? one asked the sailor.
That worthy, however, was busily engaged in collecting round the. Somewayº in his. Squeezing or (u17 ….u86)
— See here, he said, showing Antonio. There he is(u17,u86) cursing the mate. And there he is now, he added, theº same fellow, pulling the skin with his fingers, some special knack evidently, and he laughing at a yarn.
And in point of fact the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody(u17,u86) including Skin-the-Goat,º who this time stretched over.
He let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression of before.
— Neat bit of work, one longshoremanº said.
— And what's the number for? loafer number two queriedº.
— Eaten alive? a third asked the sailor.
— Ay, ay, sighed again the latter personage, more cheerily this time(u17,u86) with some sort of a half smile(u17,u86) for a brief duration only(u17,u86) in the direction of the questioner about the number. (u17Ate.u86) A Greek he was.
And then he added(u17,u86) with rather gallowsbird humour(u17,u86) considering his alleged end:
—º As bad as
old Antonio,º
{u17, 580}
For he left me on my ownio.
The face of a streetwalker(u17,u86) glazed and haggard under a black straw hat(u17,u86) peered askew round the door of the shelter(u17,u86) palpablyº reconnoitring on her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill.º Mr Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to look, turned away on the moment(u17,u86) flusterfied but outwardly calm, and,º picking up from the table the pink sheet of the Abbey street organ which the jarvey, if such he was, had laid aside, he picked it up and looked at the pink of the paper though why pink(u17?.u86) His reason for so doing was he recognised on the moment round the door the same face he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that afternoon on Ormond (u17Quay quayu86), the partially idiotic female, namely, of the lane(u17,u86) who knew the lady in the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.)(u17,u86) and begged the chance of his washing. Also why washing(u17,u86) which seemed rather vague than not(u17?,u86) (u17⇑u86) (u17Your youru86) washing. Still(u17,u86) candour compelled him to admit (u17thatu86) he had washed his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles streetº and women would and did too a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink (hers were, that is) if they really loved him, that is to say(u17. Love, loveu86) me, love my dirty shirt. Still(u17,u86) just then, being on tenterhooks, he desired the female's room more than her company so it came as a genuine relief when the keeper made her a rude sign to take herself off. Round the side of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her face round the side of the door with a kind of demented glassy grin showing that she was not exactly all there, viewing with evident amusement the group of gazers round (u17Skipper skipperu86) Murphy's nautical chest and then there was no more of her.
— The gunboat, the keeper said.
— It beats me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, medically I am speaking, how a wretched creature like that from the Lock (u17Hospital, hospitalu86) reeking with disease(u17,u86) can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in his sober senses, if he values his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of course(u17,u86) I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition. Still no matter what the cause is from …(u17.u86)
Stephen had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, merely remarking:
— In this country people sell much more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul. She is a bad merchant. She buys dear and sells cheap.
The elder man, though
not by any manner of
means an old maid or
a prude, said
(u17thatu86)
it was nothing short of a crying scandal that ought to be
put a stop to
instanter to say that women of that
stampº (quite apart from any oldmaidish
squeamishness on
the subject), a necessary evil, were not licensed and medically inspected by
the proper
authorities, a
thing(u17,u86)
he could truthfully
{u17, 581}
state(u17,u86)
he, as a
paterfamilias,
was a stalwart
advocate of from the very first start. Whoever embarked on a policy
of the sort, he
said, and ventilated
the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting
boon on everybody concerned.
— You(u17,u86) as a good catholic, he observed, talking of body and soul, believe in the soul. Or do you mean the intelligence, the brainpower as such, as distinct from any outside object, the table, let us say, that cup(u17?.u86) I believe in that myself because it has been explained by competent men as the convolutions of the grey matter. Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for instance. Do you?
Thus cornered, Stephen had to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he could say:º
— They tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. It would be immortal, I understand, but for the possibility of its annihilation by its First Cause(u17,u86) Who, from all I can hear, is quite capable of adding that to the number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.
Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the mystical finesse involved was a bit out of his sublunary depth still he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, promptly rejoining:
— Simple? I shouldn't think that is the proper word. Of course, I grant you, to concede a point, you do knock across a simple soul once in a blue moon. But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance to invent those rays Röntgenº did(u17,u86) or the telescope like Edison, though I believe it was before his time(u17,u86) Galileo was the man(u17,u86) I mean(u17. The, and theu86) same applies to the laws, for example, of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as electricity but it's a horse of quite another colour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God.
— O that, Stephen expostulated, has been proved conclusively by several of the bestknownº passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial evidence.
On this knotty point(u17,u86) however(u17,u86) the views of the pair, poles apart as they were(u17,u86) both in schooling and everything else(u17,u86) with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed.
— Has been? the more experienced of the two objected,
sticking to his
original point (u17with a
smile of unbeliefu86).
I'm not so sure about that. That's a matter
(u17of
every man's for
everyman'su86) opinion
and, without dragging in the
sectarian side
of the business, I
beg to differ with you
in toto
there. My belief
is, to tell you
the candid truth,
that those bits
were genuine
forgeries all of them
put in by monks
most probably or it's the big question of
our national
poet over again,
who precisely wrote
them(u17,u86)
like Hamlet and Bacon, as,º
you who know your
Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of course I needn't tell you.
Can't you drink that coffee, by the
{u17, 582}
way? Let me stir it. Andº take a
piece of that bun. It's like one of our skipper's bricks disguised.
Still(u17,u86)
no-oneº
can give what he hasn't got. Try a bit.
— Couldn't, Stephen contrived to get out, his mentalº organs for the moment refusing to dictate further.
Faultfinding being a proverbially bad hat(u17,u86) Mr Bloom thought well to stir(u17,u86) or try to(u17,u86) the clotted sugar from the bottom and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the Coffee Palace and its temperance (and lucrative) work. To be sure it was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay did a world of good, sheltersº such as the present one they were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night, concerts, dramatic eveningsº and useful lectures (admittance free) by qualified men for the lower orders. On the other hand(u17,u86) he had a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy(u17,ºu86) who had been prominently associated with it at one time, a very modest remuneration indeed for her pianoplaying. The idea, he was strongly inclined to believe, was to do good and net a profit, there being no competition to speak of. Sulphate of copper poisonº SO4 or something in some dried peas he remembered reading of in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn't remember when it was or where. Anyhow(u17,u86) inspection, medical inspection, of all eatables(u17,u86) seemed to him more than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of the medical analysis involved.
— Have a shot at it now, he ventured to say of the coffee after being stirred.
Thus prevailed on to at any rate taste it(u17,u86) Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the brown puddle (u17—u86) it clopped out of (u17itu86) when taken up (u17—u86) by the handle and took a sip of the offending beverage.
— Still(u17,u86) it's solid food, his good genius urged, I'm a stickler for solid food, hisº one and only reason being not gormandising in the least but regular meals as the sine qua non for any kind of proper work, mental or manual. You ought to eat more solid food. You would feel a different man.
— Liquids I can eat, Stephen said. But (u17O,u86) oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.
Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it to the lay eye, observing that the point was the least conspicuous point about it.
— Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr Bloom(u17,u86) apropos of knives(u17,u86) remarked to his confidante sotto voce. Do you think they are genuine? He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots. Look at him.
Yet
still(u17,u86)
though his eyes were
thick with sleep and sea
air(u17,u86)
life was full of a host of things and coincidences of a terrible nature and it was quite within the
{u17, 583}
bounds of possibility that it was not an entire fabrication though at first
blush there was not much
inherent
probability in all the spoof he got off his chest being
strictly accurate gospel.
He had been meantime taking stock of the individual in front of him and Sherlockholmesing him upº ever since he clapped eyes on him. Though a wellpreserved man of no little stamina, if a trifle prone to baldness, there was something spurious in the cut of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. He might even have done for his man(u17,u86) supposing it was his own case he told, as people often did about others, namely, that he killed him himself and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say nothing of the Antonio personage (no relation to the dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the pen of our national poet) who expiated his crimes in the melodramatic manner above described. On the other hand he might be only bluffing, a pardonable weakness(u17,u86) because meeting unmistakable mugs, Dublin residents, like those jarvies waiting news from abroad(u17,u86) would tempt any ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. And when all was said and done(u17,u86) the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.
— Mind you, I'm not saying that it's all a pure invention, he resumed. Analogous scenes are occasionally, if not often, met with. Giants, though(u17,u86) that is rather a far cry, youº see once in a way(u17.,u86) Marcella(u17,u86) the midget queen. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecs, as they are called, sitting bowlegged(u17. They, theyu86) couldn't straighten their legs if you paid them because the muscles here, you see, he proceeded, indicating on his companion the brief outline(u17, ofu86) the sinews(u17,u86) or whatever you like to call them(u17,u86) behind the right knee, were utterly powerless from sitting that way so long cramped up, being adored as gods. There's an example again of simple souls.
However(u17,u86)
reverting to
friend Sinbad
and his horrifying adventures (who reminded him a bit of
Ludwig, alias
Ledwidge, when he
occupied the boards of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was
identified with the
management in the
Flying Dutchman, a
stupendous
success, and his host of admirers came in large numbers, everyone simply
flocking to hear
him though ships
of any sort, phantom or the reverse, on the stage usually fell a bit flat as
also did
trains)(u17,u86)
there was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it, he conceded. On the
contrary(u17,u86)
that stab in the back
touch was quite in keeping with those
(u17Italianos,
italianosu86) though
candidly he was
none the less
free to admit
those
(u17ice
creamers
icecreamersu86) and friers
in the fish
way(u17,u86)
not to mention the
chip potato variety and so
forth(u17,u86)
over
{u17, 584}
in little Italy
there(u17,u86)
near the
Coombe(u17,u86)
were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit too given to
pothunting the
harmless necessary animal of the
feline persuasion
of others at night so as to have a good old succulent
tuckinº with garlic
de
rigueur off him or her next day
on the quiet and, he added, on the cheap.
— Spaniards, for instance, he continued, passionate temperaments like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law into their own hands and give you your quietus doublequickº with those poignards they carry in the abdomen. It comes from the great heat, climate generally. My wife is, so to speak, Spanish, half(u17,u86) that is. Point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having been born in (technically) Spain, i.e. Gibraltar. She has the Spanish type. Quite dark, regular brunette, black. I(u17,u86) for one(u17,u86) certainly believe climate accounts for character. That's why I asked you if you wrote your poetry in Italian.
— The temperaments at the door, Stephen interposed with, were very passionate about ten shillings. Roberto ruba roba sua.
— Quite so, Mr Bloom dittoed.
— Then, Stephen said(u17,u86) staring and rambling on to himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the isosceles triangle(u17,u86) (u17Miss missu86) Portinariº he fell in love withº and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino.
— It's in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded at once. All are washed in the blood of the sun. Coincidence(u17,u86) I just happened to be in the Kildare (u17Street Museum street museumu86) today, shortly prior to our meeting(u17,u86) if I can so call it, and I was just looking at those antique statues there. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. You simply don't knock against those kind of women here. An exception here and there. Handsome(u17,u86) yes, pretty in a way you find(u17,u86) but what I'm talking about is the female form. Besides(u17,u86) they have so little taste in dress, most of them, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, no matter what you say. Rumpled stockings (u17—,u86) it may be, possibly is, a foible of mine(u17,u86) but still it's a thing I simply hate to see.
Interest, however, was starting to flag somewhat all round and (u17thenu86) the others got on to talking about accidents at sea, ships lost in a fog, collisions with icebergs, all that sort of thing. Shipahoy(u17,u86) of course(u17,u86) had his own say to say. He had doubled the (u17Cape capeu86) a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a kind of wind, in the China seas and through all those perils of the deep there was one thing, he declared, stood to him(u17,u86) or words to that effect, a pious medal he had that saved him.
So then after that they drifted on to the
wreck
offº
Daunt's
rock, wreck of that
illfated
Norwegian barque
(u17—u86)
nobody could think of her name for the
{u17, 585}
moment till the jarvey who had really quite a look of Henry Campbell
remembered
it(u17,u86)
Palme(u17,u86)
on Booterstown
(u17Strand,
that strand.
Thatu86) was the talk of the
town that year (Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of
original verse
of distinctive
merit on the topic for the
Irishº
Times),º
breakers running
over her and crowds and crowds on the shore in commotion
petrified with
horror. Then someone said something about the case of the
s.s. Lady
Cairns of
Swansea(u17,u86)
run into by the
Mona(u17,u86)
which was on an opposite
tack(u17,u86)
in rather muggyish weather
and lost with all
hands on deck. No
aid was given. Her master, the Mona's, said he was
afraidºhis
collision bulkhead would give way. She had no water, it appears, in her hold.
At this stage an incident happened. It having become necessary for him to unfurl a reef(u17,u86) the sailor vacated his seat.
— Let me cross your bows(u17,u86) mate, he said to his neighbour(u17,u86) who was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze.
He made tracks
heavily,
slowly(u17,u86)
with a dumpy sort of
a gait to the door, stepped heavily down the one step there was out of the
shelter and bore due left. Whileº he was
in the act of
getting his
bearings(u17,u86)
Mr
Bloom(u17,u86)
who noticed when he stood up that
he had two flasks
of presumably ship's rum
sticking one out of
each pocket for the private consumption of his
burning interior,
saw him produce a bottle and uncork
it(u17,u86)
or
unscrew(u17,u86)
and, applying its
nozzle to his
lips, take a good old
delectable swig
out of it with a gurgling noise.
The irrepressible
Bloom, who also had a shrewd suspicion that the old stager
went out on a
manoeuvreº
after the
counterattraction in
the shape of a
female(u17,u86)
who(u17,u86)
however(u17,u86)
had disappeared to all intents and purposes,
could(u17,u86)
by
straining(u17,u86)
just perceive him, when duly refreshedº
by his rum
puncheon exploit,
(u17gazing
gapingºu86)
up at the piers and girders of the Loop
(u17Line,
lineu86) rather out of his
depth(u17,u86)
as of course it was all
radically
altered since his last visit and
greatly improved.
Some person or persons invisible directed him to the male urinal erected by the
cleansing committee all over the place for the purpose
but(u17,u86)
after a brief space of time during which silence reigned
supreme(u17,u86)
the sailor, evidently giving it
a wide berth,
eased himself closerº at hand, the noise
of his bilgewater
some little time
subsequently splashing on the ground where it
apparently
awokeº a horse of the
cabrank.
(u17⇑u86)
A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and harness jingled. Slightly
disturbed in his sentrybox by the brazier of live
coke(u17,u86)
the watcher of the
corporation(u17,
stonesu86) who, though now
broken down and fast
breaking up, was none other in stern reality than the Gumley aforesaid, now
practically on the parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all
human probabilityº from
dictates of
humanity(u17,u86)
knowing him before
(u17—u86)
shifted about and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in
(u17tou86)
the arms of Morpheus, aº
truly
{u17, 586}
amazing piece of hard times
in its most virulent
form on a fellow most
respectably
connected and
familiarised
with decent home comforts all his life who
came in for a cool
£100 a year at one time which of course the
doublebarrelled
ass proceeded to make general ducks and drakes of. And there he was at the
end of his tether after having often
painted the town
tolerably
pink(u17,u86)
without a
beggarly stiver.
He
drank(u17,u86)
needless to be
told(u17,u86)
and it pointed only
once more a moral when he might quite easily be
in a large way of
business if
— a big if,
however — he had
contrived to cure
himself of his particular partiality.
All(u17,u86) meantime(u17,u86) were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well, which was all part and parcel of the same thing. A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the ways at Alexandra (u17Basin basinu86), the only launch that year. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called.º
There were wrecks and (u17wrecks wreckersu86), the keeper said, who was evidently au fait.
What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran bang against the only rock in Galway (u17Bay bayu86) when the Galway (u17Harbour harbouru86) scheme was mooted by a Mr Worthington or some name like that, eh? Ask (u17her the thenºu86) captain, he advised them, how much palmoil the British (u17Government governmentu86) gave him for that day's work(u17.,u86) Captain John Lever of the Lever Lineº.
— Am I right, skipper? he queried of the sailor(u17,u86) now returning after his private potation and the rest of his exertions.
That worthy(u17,u86) picking up the scent of the fagend of the song or words(u17,u86) growled in wouldbe music(u17,u86) but with great vim(u17,u86) some kind of chanty or other in seconds or thirds. Mr Bloom's sharp ears heard him then expectorate the plug probablyº (which it was), so that he must have lodged it for the time being in his fist while he did the drinking and making water jobs and found it a bit sour after the liquid fire in question. Anyhow in he rolled after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of drink into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like a veritable son of a seacook:
—º
The biscuits was
as hard as brass
(u17,u86)
And the beef as salt as Lot's
wife'sºarse.
O,º
Johnny Lever!
Johnny Lever, O!
After which
effusion the
redoubtableº
specimen duly arrived
on the scene
and(u17,u86)
regaining his
seat(u17,u86)
he sank rather than
sat heavily on the form provided.
(u17⇑u86)
Skin-the-Goat,º assuming he was he,
evidently with an axe
to grind, was
airing his
grievances in a
forcible-feeble
philippic
anent
the natural
resources of
Ireland(u17,u86)
or something of that
sort(u17,u86)
which he described
in his lengthy
dissertation
as
the richest
country bar none
on the face of
God's earth, far and away superior to England, with
coal in large
quantities, six
million
(u17pounds'
poundsu86)
{u17, 587}
worth of pork exported every year, ten millions between butter and
eggs(u17,u86)
and all the riches drained out of it by England levying taxes on the poor people
that paid through
the nose
always(u17,u86)
and gobbling up the
best meat in the
market(u17,u86)
and a lot more
surplus steam
in the same
vein. Their
conversation
accordingly became general and all agreed that that was
a fact. You could
grow any mortal thing in Irish soil, he stated, and there was
(u17thatu86)
(u17Colonel
colonelu86) Everard down
there in Navanº
growing tobacco.
Where would you find anywhere the like of Irish
bacon?º But a
day of reckoning,
he stated crescendo
with no uncertain
voice
(u17—,u86)
thoroughly
monopolising all
the conversation
(u17—,u86)
was in store for mighty England,
despite her power of
pelf on account of her crimes. There would be a fall and the greatest fall
in history. The Germans and the Japs were going to have their little lookin, he
affirmed. The Boers were the beginning of the end.
Brummagem England
was toppling already and her downfall would be Ireland,
her Achilles heel,
which he explained to them about the vulnerable point of Achilles, the Greek
hero
(u17—,u86)
a point his auditors at once seized as he completely
gripped their
attention by showing the tendon
referred to on
his boot. His advice
to every Irishman was: stay in the land of your birth and work for Ireland and
live for Ireland. Ireland, Parnell said, could not spare a single one of her sons.
Silence all round marked the termination of his finale. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings(u17,u86) undismayed.
— Take a bit of doing, boss, retaliated that rough diamond palpably a bit peeved in response to the foregoing truism.
To which cold douche(u17,u86) referring to downfall and so on(u17,u86) the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his main view.
— Who's the best troops in the army? the grizzled old veteran irately interrogated. And the best jumpers and racers? And the best admirals and generals we've got? Tell me that.
— The Irish,º for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, facial blemishes apart.
— That's right, the old tarpaulin corroborated. The Irish catholic peasant. He's the backbone of our empire. You know Jem Mullins?
While allowing him his individual opinions(u17,u86) as (u17every man, everymanu86) the keeper added he cared nothing for any empire, ours or his, and considered no Irishman worthy of his salt that served it. Then they began to have a few irascible words(u17,u86) when it waxed hotter, both, needless to say, appealing to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as they didn't indulge in recriminations and come to blows.
From inside information
extending over a
series of years Mr Bloom was rather inclined to
poohpooh the
suggestion as egregious balderdash for,
{u17, 588}
pending that
consummation devoutly to be or not to be wished for, he was
fully cognisant
of the fact that their neighbours across the channel, unless they were much
bigger fools than he took them for,
rather concealed
their strength than the opposite. It was quite on a par with the
quixotic idea in
certain quarters that
in a hundred million
years the coal seam of the sister island would be played out and
if, as time went
on, that turned out
to be how the cat jumped all he could personally say on the matter
was that as a
host of
contingencies,
equally relevant to
the issue, might occur
ere then it was
highly advisable in the interim to try to
make the most of
both
countries(u17,u86)
even though poles
apart. Another little
interestingº
point, the amours of
whores and
chummies, to put it
in common
parlance, reminded him
Irish soldiers had
as often fought for England as against her, more so, in fact. And now, why?
So the scene between
the pair of them,
the licensee of the
place(u17,u86)
rumoured to be or have been Fitzharris, the famous invincible, and the
other, obviously bogus,º
reminded him
forcibly as being
on all fours
with the confidence trick, supposing, that is, it was
prearranged(u17,u86)
as the lookeron, a student of the human
soul(u17,u86)
if anything, the others seeing least of the game. And as for the
lessee or keeper,
who probably wasn't the other person at all, he
((u17Bloom
B.u86)) couldn't help
feeling(u17,u86)
and most
properly(u17,u86)
it was better to give people like that the goby unless you were a
blithering idiot
altogether and refuse to have anything to do with them as a
golden rule
in private life
and their
felonsetting,
there always being the offchance of a
Dannyman
comingº forward and turning
queen's
evidence
(u17—u86)
or
king's(u17,u86)
now
(u17—u86)
like Denis or Peter Carey, an idea he utterly repudiated. Quite apart from
that(u17,u86)
he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle. Yet, though
such criminal
propensities had never been an inmate of his bosom in
any shape or form,
he certainly did
feel(u17,u86)
and no denying it (while
inwardly remaining
what he
was)(u17,u86)
a certain kind of admiration for a man who had actually brandished a knife, cold
steel, with the courage of his political convictions
(thoughº, personally, he would never
be a party to any
such thing)º, off the same bat as those
love vendettas of the south
(u17—,u86)
have her or swing for
her
(u17—,u86)
when the husband frequently, after some words passed between the two concerning
her relations with the other lucky
(u17man
mortalu86)
(heº having had the pair
watched),º inflicted fatal injuries on
his adored one as a result of an alternative postnuptial liaison by
plunging his knife into
her(u17,u86)
until it just struck him that Fitz, nicknamed
(u17Skin-the-Goat
Skin-theu86), merely drove
the car for the actual
perpetrators of the
outrage and so was not, if he was reliably informed, actually party to
the ambush
which, in point of
fact, was the plea some
legal luminary
saved his skin on. In any case that was very ancient history by now and as for
our friend, the
pseudo
Skin-the-etcetera, he had
transparently
outlived his
welcome. He ought to have either died naturally or on the scaffold high. Like actresses,
{u17, 589}
always farewell
(u17—u86)
positively last performance
(u17—u86)
then come up smiling again.
Generous to a
fault(u17,u86)
of course,
temperamental,
no economising or any
idea of the sort, always snapping at the
bone for the
shadow. So similarly he had a very shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever
got rid of some
£. s. d. in the course of his
perambulations
round the docks in
the congenial atmosphere of the Old Ireland
tavern, come back
to Erin and so on. Then as for the
otherº(u17,u86)
he had heard not so long before the same identical
lingo(u17,u86)
as he told Stephen how
he simply but effectually
silenced the
offender.º
— He took umbrage at something or other, that muchinjured but on the whole eventemperedº person declared, I let slip. He called me a jew(u17,u86) and in a heated fashion(u17,u86) offensively. So I(u17,u86) without deviating from plain facts in the least(u17,u86) told him his God, I mean Christ, was a jew too(u17,u86) and all his family(u17,u86) like me(u17,u86) though in reality I'm not. That was one for him. A soft answer turns away wrath. He hadn't a word to say for himself as everyone saw. Am I not right?
He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark pride at the soft impeachment(u17,u86) with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to glean in a kind of a way that it wasn't all exactly (u17 ….u86)
— Ex quibus, Stephen mumbled in a noncommittalºaccent, their two or four eyes conversing,º Christus or Bloom his name is(u17,u86) or(u17,u86) after all(u17,u86) any other, secundum carnem.
— Of course, Mr (u17Bloom B.u86) proceeded to stipulate, you must look at both sides of the question. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to right and wrong but room for improvement all round there certainly is though every country, they say, our own distressful included, has the government it deserves. But with a little goodwill all round. It's all very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what about mutual equality(u17?.u86) I resent violence andº intolerance in any shape or form. It never reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due instalments plan. It's a patent absurdity on the face of it to hate people because they live round the corner and speak another vernacular, (u17in the next houseu86) soº to speak.
— Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, Stephen assented, between Skinner's alley and Ormond market.
Yes,º Mr Bloom thoroughly agreed, entirely endorsing the remark, that was overwhelminglyº right (u17and. Andºu86) the whole world was (u17overwhelminglyu86) full of that sort of thing.
— You just took the words out of my mouth, he said. A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely …(u17.u86)
All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood,
from someº bump of combativeness or gland
of some kind,
erroneously
supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a
flag,º were very
largely a
{u17, 590}
question of the money
question which was
at the back of
everything(u17,u86)
greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.
— They accuse,º remarked he audibly.
Heº turned away from the others(u17,u86) who probably (u17 …u86) and spoke nearer to, so as the others (u17 …u86) in case they (u17 ….u86)
— Jews, he softly imparted in an aside in Stephen's ear, are accused of ruining. Not a vestige of truth in it, I can safely say. History(u17,ºu86) (u17—u86) would you be surprised to learn(u17? —,u86) proves up to the hilt Spain decayed when the (u17Inquisition inquisitionu86) hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an uncommonly able ruffian(u17,u86) who(u17,u86) in other respects(u17,ºu86) has much to answer for, imported them. Why? Because they are (u17imbued with the proper spirit. They areu86) practical and are proved to be so. I don't want to indulge in any (u17 …u86) because you know the standard works on the subject(u17,u86) and then(u17,u86) orthodox as you are (u17 …u86) But in the economic, not touching religion, domain(u17,u86) the priest spells poverty. Spain again, you saw in the war, compared with goahead America. Turks.º It'sº in the dogma. Because if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they die they'd try to live better (u17—,u86) at least(u17,u86) so I think. That's the juggle on which the (u17p.p.'s p.p'su86) raise the wind on false pretences. I'm, he resumedº with dramatic force, as good an Irishman as that rude person I told you about at the outset and I want to see everyone, concluded he, all creeds and classes pro rata having a comfortable tidysized income, in no niggard fashion either, something in the neighbourhood of £300 per annum. That's the vital issue at stake and it's feasible and would be provocative of friendlier intercourse between man and man. At least that's my idea for what it's worth. I call that patriotism. Ubi patria, as we learned a (u17smallu86) smattering of in our classical daysº in Alma Mater, vita beneº. Where you can live well, the sense is, if you work.
Over his untastableº apology for a cup of coffee, listening to this synopsis of things in general, Stephen stared at nothing in particular. He could hear, of course, all kinds of words changing colour like those crabs about Ringsend in the morningº burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the same sand where they had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to. Then he looked up and saw the eyes that said or didn't say the words the voice he heard said (u17—,u86) if you work.
— Count me out, he managed to remark, meaningº work.
The eyes were surprised at this observationº because as he, the person who owned them pro. tem. observed(u17,u86) or ratherº his voice speaking did, allº must work, have to, together.
— I mean, of course, the other hastened to affirm, work in
the widest possible sense. Also literary
labour(u17,u86)
not merely for the
kudos of the thing. Writing for the newspapers which is the readiest channel nowadays. That's work
{u17, 591}
too. Important work. After all,
from the little I know
of you, after
all the money
expended on your
education(u17,u86)
you are entitled to recoup yourself and
command your
price. You have every bit as much right to live by your pen
in pursuit of your
philosophy as the peasant has. What? You both belong to Ireland, the
brain and the brawn. Each is equally important.
— You suspect, Stephen retorted with a sort of a half laugh, that I may be important because I belong to the faubourg (u17Saint-Patrice Saint Patriceu86) called Ireland for short.
— I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom insinuated.
— But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that Ireland must be important because it belongs to me.
— What belongs(u17?,u86) queried Mr Bloom(u17,u86) bending, fancying he was perhaps under some misapprehension.º Excuse me. Unfortunately(u17,u86) I didn't catch the latter portion. What was it you …(u17.u86)?º
Stephen, patently crosstempered, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee(u17,u86) or whatever you like to call it(u17,u86) none too politely, adding:
— We can't change the country. Let us change the subject.
At this pertinent
suggestion(u17,u86)
Mr Bloom, to change the
subject(u17,u86)
looked down, but in a quandary,
as he couldn't
tell exactly what
construction to put on belongs to which sounded
rather a far
cry. The rebuke of some kind was clearer than the other part. Needless to
say(u17,u86)
the fumes of his recent orgy spoke then
withº some
asperity in a
curious bitter wayº foreign
to his sober
state. Probably the
(u17home
life,
homelifeu86) to which Mr
(u17Bloom
Bu86)
attached the utmost
importance(u17,u86)
had not been all that was needful or
he hadn't
been familiarised
with
theº
right sort of
people. With a touch of fear for the young man beside
him(u17,u86)
whom he furtively scrutinised with
an air of some
consternation(u17,u86)
remembering he had just come back from Paris,
the eyes more
especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing to throw
much light on the
subject, however, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that
promised so brilliantlyº nipped in the
bud of premature
decay(u17,u86)
and nobody to blame
but themselves. For
instance(u17,u86)
there was the case of
O'Callaghan,
for one, the
(u17half
crazy
halfcrazyu86)
faddist,
respectably
connected(u17,u86)
though of inadequate
means, with his mad
vagaries(u17,u86)
among whose other
gay doings when rotto and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round
he was in the habit of
ostentatiously
sporting in public a suit of brown paper
(a fact). And then
the usual dénouement after the fun had gone on
fast and furious
he got
landed
into hot water and
had to be spirited away by a few friends, after a strong hint to a blind horse
from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so as not to be
made amenable
under section two of the
(u17Criminal
Law Amendment Act criminal law amendment
actu86), certain names of
those
subpœnaed
being handed in but not
divulged(u17,u86)
for reasons which will occur to anyone with a pick
{u17, 591}
of brains.
Briefly, putting
two and two
together, six
sixteen(u17,u86)
which he pointedly
turned a deaf ear to, Antonio and so forth, jockeys and esthetes
andº
the tattoo which
was all the go in
the seventies or
thereabouts(u17,u86)
even in the
(u17House
of Lords, house of
lordsu86) because
early in life
the occupant of the
throne, then
heir apparent, the other members of the
upper ten and
other high
personages simply following in the footsteps of the
head of the
state, he reflected about the errors of notorieties and
crowned heads
running counter to
morality such as the
Cornwall case a number of years before under their
veneer in a way
scarcely intended by
nature, a thing good Mrs Grundy,º
as the law
stands, was terribly down
on(u17,u86)
though not for the reason they thought they were
probably(u17,u86)
whatever it
was(u17,u86)
except women
chiefly(u17,u86)
who were always fiddling more or less at one
another(u17,u86)
it being largely a matter of dress and all the rest of it. Ladies who like
distinctive underclothing should, and every welltailored man must, trying to
make the gap wider between them by
innuendo and
give more of
a
genuine
(u17fillip
filipºu86)to
acts of impropriety
between the two, she unbuttoned his and then he untied her, mind the pin,
whereas savages in the cannibal islands, say, at
ninety degrees in the
shade not caring
a
continental.
However, reverting
to the original, there were on the other hand others who had forced their
way to the top
from the lowest rung by the aid of their bootstraps. Sheer force of natural
genius, that. With brains, sir.
For which and further reasons he feltº it was hisº interest and duty even to wait on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion(u17,u86) though whyº he could not exactly tell(u17,u86) being(u17,u86) as it was(u17,u86) already several shillings to the bad(u17,u86) having(u17,u86) in fact(u17,u86) let himself in for it. Still(u17,u86) to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small (u17 ….u86) Intellectual stimulation(u17,u86) as such(u17,u86) was, he felt, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the mind. Added to which was the coincidence of meeting, discussion, dance, row, old salt ofº the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the whole galaxy of events, all went to make up a miniature cameo of the world we live in(u17,u86) especially as the lives of the submerged tenth, viz(u17,.ºu86) coalminers, divers, scavengers etc(u17.u86),º were very much under the microscope lately. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he might meet with anything approaching the same luck as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in writing(u17. Suppose supposeu86) he were to pen something out of the common groove (as he fully intended doing) at the rate of one guinea per column(u17,.u86) My Experiences, let us say, in a Cabman's Shelter.
The pink
edition(u17,u86)
extra
sporting(u17,u86)
of the
Telegraph(u17,u86)
tell a graphic
lie(u17,u86)
lay, as luck would
have it, beside his elbow and as he was just puzzling again,
far from
satisfied, over a country belonging to him and the preceding rebus the vessel
came from Bridgwater
and the postcard was
addressed
(u17tou86)
A.
Boudin(u17,u86)
find the
{u17, 593}
captain's age, his eyes went aimlessly over the respective captions
which came under his
special
province(u17,u86)
the allembracing
give us this day our daily press.
First he got a bit
of a start but it turned out to be only something about somebody named H. du
Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like that.
Great
battle(u17,u86)
Tokio. Lovemaking
in
Irish(u17,u86)
£200
damages. Gordon
Bennett.
Emigration
Swindleº.
Letter from His
Grace(u17.ºu86)
William
+.
Ascot
(u17meeting,
the Gold Cup. Victory of
outsiderºu86)
Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when
(u17Captain
Capt.u86) Marshall's
dark
horse(u17,u86)
Sir
Hugo(u17,u86)
captured the blue ribband at long odds. New
Yorkº
disaster(u17,
thousand.
Thousandu86) lives lost. Foot
and Mouth. Funeral of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.
So to change the subject he read about Dignam(u17,u86) R.I.P.(u17,u86) which, he reflected, was anything but a gay sendoff. (u17Or a change of address anyway.u86)
— This morning (Hynes put itº in(u17,u86) of course)(u17,u86) the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his residence, (u17n° nou86) 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. The deceased gentleman was a most popular and genial personality in city life and his demise (u17,u86) after a brief illness (u17,u86) came as aº great shock to citizens of all classes by whom he is deeply regretted. The obsequies, at which many friends of the deceased were present, were carried out byº (certainly Hynes wrote it with a nudge from Corny)º Messrs(u17.u86) H.J. O'Neill (u17& andu86) Son, 164 North Strand Roadº. The mourners included: Patk. Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan (brother-in-law), Jno.º Henry Menton, solr,º Martin Cunningham, John Power eatondph 1/8 ador dorador douradora (must be where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad)º Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen Dedalus (u17,ºu86) B.A., (u17Edward Edw.u86) J. Lambert, Cornelius (u17T.u86) Kelleher, Joseph M'C. Hynes, L. Boom,º (u17C.P. C Pu86) M'Coy,º — M'Intosh, and several others.
Nettled not a little by L. Boomº (as it incorrectly stated) and the line of bitched type(u17,u86) but tickled to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen Dedalus(u17,u86) B.A.(u17,u86) who were conspicuous, needless to say, by their total absence (to say nothing of M'Intosh)(u17,u86) L. Boom pointed it out to his companion(u17,ºu86) B.A.(u17,u86) engaged in stifling another yawn, half nervousness, not forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints.
— Is that first epistle to the Hebrews, he asked(u17,u86) as soon as his bottom jaw would let him, in? Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it.
— It is(u17, really. Reallyu86), Mr Bloom said (though first he fancied he alluded to the archbishop till he added about foot and mouth with which there could be no possible connection)(u17,ºu86) overjoyed to set his mind at rest and a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing (u17the thing, it.u86) (u17there Thereu86).
While the other was reading it on page two Boom (to give him for the nonce
his new misnomer) whiled away
a few odd
leisure moments
in fits and
starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page three, his side.
Valueº
(u171,000
sovs., 1000
sovsu86) with
(u173,000
sovs. 3000
sovsu86) in specie added.
Forº
entire colts and fillies.
{u17, 594}
Mr F. Alexander's
Throwaway,
b.h.
by
(u17Rightaway-Theale
Rightaway-Thraleu86),
5 yrs, 9 st 4
lbsº
(W. Lane)
1(u17.,u86)
(u17Lord
lordu86) Howard de
Walden's Zinfandel (M. Cannon)
2(u17.,u86)
Mr W. Bass's
Sceptreº
3.
Bettingº
5 to 4 on
Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway (off).
(u17Sceptre a shade
heavier, 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway
(off).u86)
Throwaway and
Zinfandel stood close order. It was
anybody's
race then the rank outsider
drew to the
fore,º
got long lead,
beating lord Howard
de Walden's chestnut colt and
Mr W. Bass's
bay filly
Sceptreº
on a 2½
mile course.
Winner trained by
Braimeº so that
Lenehan's
version of the business was all pure buncombe.
Secured the
verdict
cleverly
by a length.
(u171,000
1000u86)
sovs(u17.u86)
with
(u173,000
3000ºu86)in
specie. Also ran
(u17J.:
Ju86) de Bremond's
(French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in yet but expected
any minute) Maximum II. Different ways of
bringing off a
coup. Lovemaking damages. Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a tangent
in his
impetuosity to
get left. Of
course(u17,u86)
gambling eminently
lent itself to
that sort of
thing
though(u17,u86)
as the event turned
out(u17,u86)
the poor fool hadn't much reason to
congratulate himself
on his pick, the
forlorn hope.
Guesswork it reduced itself to eventually.
— There was every indication they would arrive at that, he, Bloom,º said.
— Who? the other, whose hand by the way was hurt, said.
Oneº morning you would open the paper, the cabman affirmed, and read(u17,:u86) Return of Parnell. He bet them what they liked. A Dublin fusilier was in that shelter one night and said he saw him in South Africa. Pride it was killed him. He ought to have done away with himself or lain low for a time after (u17Committee Room committee roomu86) (u17n° nou86) 15 until he was his old self again with no-one to point a fingerº at him. Then they would all to a man have gone down on their marrowbones to him to come back when he had recovered his senses. Dead he wasn't. Simply absconded somewhere. The coffin they brought over was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer general. He made a mistake to fight the priests. And so forth and so on.
All the same Bloom (properly so
dubbed) was rather
surprised at their memories for in nine cases out of ten it was a case of
tarbarrels(u17,u86)
and not singly but
in their
thousands(u17,u86)
and then complete oblivion because it was
twenty odd
years. Highly
unlikely(u17,u86)
of
course(u17,u86)
there was even a shadow of truth in the stones and,
even supposing,
he thought a return highly inadvisable, all things considered. Something
evidently riled them in his death. Either he
petered out too
tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements
were nearing
completion or whether
it transpired he
owed his death
to his having
neglected to change his boots and clothes after a wetting when a cold
resulted and failing to
consult a
specialist he being
confined to his
room till he eventually died of it amid
widespread regret
before a fortnightº was at an end or
quite possibly they were
distressed to
find the job was taken out of their hands. Of course nobody being
acquainted with his movements
{u17, 595}
even
before(u17,u86)
there was absolutely
no clue as to his
whereabouts which were decidedly of the Alice, where art thou order
even prior to his starting to go under several aliases such as Fox and
Stewart(u17,u86)
so the remark which
emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of possibility.
Naturally
then(u17,u86)
it would prey on his
mind as a born
leader of
men(u17,u86)
which undoubtedly he
was(u17,u86)
and a commanding
figure, a sixfooter or at any rate five feet ten or eleven
in his
stockinged
feet, whereas
Messrsº
(u17So-and-So
So and Sou86) who, though
they weren't even
a patch on the former man, ruled the roost after their
redeeming
features were very few and far between. It certainly
pointed a moral,
the idol with feet
of
clay(u17.
And, andu86)
then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen rounding on him with mutual mudslinging.
And the identical same with murderers. You had to come back
(u17—
that. Thatu86)
haunting sense kind of drew you
(u17—
to. Tou86) show
the understudy in the
title
(u17rôle
roleu86) how to.
He saw him once
on the
auspicious
occasion when they broke up the type in the Insuppressible or was it
United Ireland,
a privilege he
keenly appreciated, and,
in point of fact,
handed him his silk hat when it was
knocked off and
he said Thank you, excited as he undoubtedly was under his frigid
(u17expression
exteriorºu86)
notwithstanding the little misadventure mentioned
between the cup and
the
lip(u17,ºu86)
(u17—u86)
what's bred in the bone.
Still(u17,u86)
as regards
return(u17,
you. Youu86)
were a lucky dog if they didn't
set the terrier at
you directly you
got back. Then a lot of
shillyshally
usually followed,º Tom for and Dick and
Harry against. And then, number one, you came up against the man in possession
and had to produce your
credentials(u17,u86)
like the claimant in the
Tichborne case,
Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the boat's name
to the best of his
recollection he, the heir, went down
in(u17,u86)
as the evidence went
to
show(u17,u86)
and there was a tattoo mark too
in Indian ink,
(u17Lord
lordu86)
Bellew(u17,u86)
was
it(u17?
As, asu86) he
might very easily have picked up the details from some pal on board ship and
then, when got up to tally with the description given, introduce himself
with(u17,:u86)
Excuse me, my name is
(u17So-and-So,
So and Sou86) or
some such
commonplace remark. A more prudent course,
asº Bloom said to the
not over effusive,
in fact like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, would have
been to sound the lie of the land first.
— That bitch, that English whore, did for him, the shebeen proprietor commented. She put the first nail in his coffin.
— Fine lump of a woman(u17,u86) all the same, the soi-disant townclerkº Henry Campbell remarked, and plenty of her. (u17She loosened many a man's thighs.u86) Iº seen her picture in a barber's. Her husband was a captain or an officer.
— Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added(u17. He was,, he wasu86) and a cottonball one.
This
gratuitous
contribution of a
humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his
entourage.
As regards
Bloom(u17,u86)
he, without the faintest suspicion of a smile, merely
gazed in the direction of the door and
{u17, 596}
reflected upon the
historic story
which had aroused
extraordinary interest at the time when
the facts,
to make matters
worse, were made
public with the usual
affectionate letters
that passed between
them(u17,u86)
full of sweet
nothings.
First(u17,u86)
it was strictly
(u17platonic
Platonicu86) till
nature intervened
and an attachment
sprang up between
them(u17,u86)
tillº bit by bit matters came to a climax
and the matter became
the talk of the
town till the
staggering blow
came as a welcome
intelligence to not a few
evildisposed,º
however, who were
resolved upon
(u17encouraging
encompassingu86) his
downfallº though the thing was
public property
all along though not
to anything like the sensational extent that it subsequently blossomed into.
Since their names
were coupled, though, since he was
her declared
favouriteº, where was the particular
necessity to
proclaim it to
the rank and
file from the
housetops, the fact,º namely, that he
had shared her
bedroom(u17,u86)
which came out in the witnessbox on oath when a
thrill went through
the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the shape of witnesses
swearing to having witnessed him on such and such a particular date in the act
of scrambling out of an
upstairs apartment
with the assistance of a ladder in night apparel, having
gained
admittance in the same fashion,
a fact
(u17thatu86)
the weeklies, addicted
to the lubric
a little, simply coined shoals of money out of. Whereas
the simple fact of
the case was it was simply a case of the husband
not being up to
the
scratch(u17,u86)
with nothing in common
between them beyond the
name(u17,u86)
and then a real man
arriving on the
scene, strong to the
verge of weakness,
falling a victim to
her siren
charms and
forgetting home
ties(u17.
The, theu86)
usual sequel, to
bask in the loved
one's smiles. The eternal question of the life connubial, needless to
say, cropped up. Can
real love, supposing there happens to be
another chap in the
case, exist
between married folk?
(u17Poser.u86)
Though it was no
concern of theirs absolutely if he
regarded her with
affection,º
carried away by a
wave of folly. A
magnificent specimen
of manhood he was
truly(u17,u86)
augmented
obviously by gifts of
a high
order(u17,u86)
as compared with the other military
supernumerary(u17,u86)
that is (who was just the usual everyday farewell, my gallant captain
kind of an individual in the light dragoons, the 18th hussars
to be
accurate)(u17,u86)
and inflammable doubtless (the fallen leader, that
is,º not the other)
in his own peculiar
way which she of course, woman, quickly perceived as highly likely to
carve his way to
fame(u17,u86)
which he almost bid
fair to do till the priests and
ministers of the
gospel as a whole, his erstwhile
staunch
adherents(u17,u86)
and his beloved
evicted tenants for whom he had done
yeoman service
in the rural parts
of the country by
taking up the
cudgels on their behalf in a way that
exceeded their most
sanguine expectations, very
effectually cooked
his
matrimonial
goose, thereby
heaping coals of
fire on his
head(u17,u86)
muchº in the same way as the fabled
ass's kick. Looking back now in a retrospective kind of
arrangement(u17,u86)
all seemed a kind of dream. And thenº
{u17, 597}
coming back was
the worst thing you
ever did because it went without saying you would feel out of place as
things always moved
with the times. Why, as he reflected,
Irishtown
(u17Strand
strandu86),
a locality he had
not been in for quite a number of
years(u17,u86)
looked different somehow since, as it happened, he went to reside on
the north side.
North or south,º
however, it was just
the wellknown case of hot passion, pure and simple,
upsetting the
applecart with a
vengeance and just bore out the very thing he was
saying(u17,u86)
as she also was Spanish or half so, types that wouldn't do things by
halves, passionate
abandon of the south, casting every shred of decency to the winds.
— Just bears out what I was saying, he(u17,ºu86) with glowing bosom said to Stephen(u17, about blood and the sunu86). And, if I don't greatly mistake(u17,u86) she was Spanish too.
— The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen answered, adding something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanish onions and the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and so many (u17 ….u86)
— Was she? Bloom ejaculated,º surprised(u17,u86) though not astonished by any means(u17.,u86) I never heard that rumour before. Possible, especially there,º it was(u17,u86) as she lived there. So, Spain.
Carefully avoiding a book in his pocket Sweets of, which reminded him by the by of that Capel street library book out of date, he took out his pocketbook and, turning over the various contents (u17it containedu86) rapidly(u17,u86) finally he (u17 ….u86)
— Do you consider, by the by, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he laid on the table, that a Spanish type?
Stephen, obviously addressed, looked down on the photo showing a large sized lady(u17,u86) with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion(u17,u86) as she was in the full bloom of womanhood(u17,u86) in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for the occasion to give a liberal display of bosom, with more than vision of breasts, her full lips parted(u17,u86) and some perfect teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a piano(u17,u86) on the rest of which was In Oldº Madrid, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all the vogue. Her (the lady's) eyes, dark, large, looked at Stephen, about to smile about something to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being responsible for the esthetic execution.
— Mrs Bloom, my wife the prima donnaº Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom indicated. Taken a few years since. In or about (u17'96 ninety sixu86). Very like her then.
Beside the young man he looked also at
the photo of the
lady now his legal wife who, he
intimated, was
the accomplished
daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age
remarkable
proficiency as a singer having even made her bow to the public when
her years numbered
barely sweet
sixteen.
As for the
face(u17,u86)
it was a speaking likeness in expression but it did not
{u17, 598}
do justice to her
figure(u17,u86)
which came in for a
lot of notice usually and which did not come out to the best advantage in
that getup. She could
without difficulty, he said, have posed for the ensemble, not to dwell on
certain opulent curves of the
(u17 ….u86)
He dwelt, being a bit of an artist in his spare time, on the female form in
general
developmentally
because, as it so happened, no later than that
afternoon(u17,u86)
he had seen those Grecian statues, perfectly developed as works of art, in the
National Museum. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back, all the
symmetry(u17.
All, allu86)
the
rest(u17,
yes. Yesu86),
(u17puritanism
puritanismeºu86)(u17.
It, itu86) does
though(u17,u86)
(u17St.
Saintu86) Joseph's
sovereign
(u17 …
thievery alors (Bandez!) Figne toi
trop.u86)
(u17whereas
Whereasu86) no photo
could(u17,u86)
because it simply wasn't
art(u17,u86)
in a word.
The spirit moving him(u17,u86) he would much have liked to follow Jack Tar's good example and leave the likeness there for a very few minutes to speak for itself on the plea he (u17 …u86) so that the other could drink in the beauty for himself, her stage presence being, frankly, a treat in itself which the camera could not at all do justice to. But it was scarcely professional etiquette so(u17, though. Thoughu86) it was a warm pleasant sort of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the season considering, for sunshine after storm (u17 ….u86) And he did feel a kind of need there and then to follow suit like a kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. Nevertheless(u17,u86) he sat tight(u17,u86) just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves, none the worse for wear(u17,u86) however, and looked away thoughtfullyº with the intention of not further increasing the other's possible embarrassmentº while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. In fact(u17,u86) the slight soiling was only an added charm(u17,u86) like the case of linen slightly soiled, good as new, much better(u17,u86) in fact(u17,u86) with the starch out. Suppose she was gone when he (u17 …?ºu86)I looked for the lamp which she told me came into his mind but merely as a passing fancy of his because he then recollected the morning littered bed etcetera and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses (sic) in it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray.
The vicinity of the young man he certainly relished, educated,
distingué(u17,u86)
and impulsive into the bargain, far and away the
pick of the
bunch(u17,u86)
though you
wouldn't think he had it in him
(u17 …u86)
yet you would. Besides he said the picture was handsome which, say what you
like, it
was(u17,ºu86)
though at the moment she was
distinctly
stouter. And why not? An awful lot of makebelieve went on
about that sort of
thing
involving
a lifelong slur
with the usual splash
page of
(u17letterpress
gutterpressºu86)
about the same old
matrimonial
tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage
favourite instead of being
honest and
aboveboard about the whole business.
How they were
fated to meet and an
attachment sprang up between the two so that their
names were
coupled in the
public eye was
told in court with letters
containing the
habitual mushy and
{u17, 599}
compromising
expressions(u17,u86)
leaving no
loophole(u17,u86)
to show that they openly
cohabited two or
three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and relations, when the thing
ran its normal
course, became in due course intimate. Then the
decree
nisi and the
King's
(u17Proctor
proctoru86)
toº
show cause why
and, he failing to
quash it, nisi was made absolute. But as for
thatº the two misdemeanants,
wrapped up as
they largely were
in one another,
could safely afford
to ignore it as they very
largely did
till the matter was
put in the hands of a solicitorº who
filed a petition for the party wronged in due course. He,
(u17Bloom
Bu86),
enjoyed the
distinction of being close to Erin's uncrowned king
in the flesh
when the thing
occurred on the
historic
(u17fracas
fracasu86) when the
fallen leader's
(u17—,u86)
who notoriously stuck
to his guns to
the last
drop even when
clothed in the
mantle of adultery
(u17—,u86)
(leader's) trusty henchmen
to the number of ten
or a dozen or possibly even more than that
penetrated into
the printingº
worksº of the Insuppressible or no
it was United Ireland (a by no
means(u17,u86)
by the
by(u17,ºu86)
appropriate appellative) and broke up the typecases with hammers or something
like that all on account of some scurrilous
effusions from
the facile pens
of the O'Brienite scribes at the usual mudslinging
occupationº(u17,u86)
reflecting on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. Though
palpably a
radically
altered
man(u17,u86)
he was still a
commanding
figure(u17,u86)
though carelessly garbed as
usual(u17,u86)
with that look of
settled purpose which went a long way with the
shillyshallyers
till they discovered to their vast discomfiture that their
idol had feet of
clayº after placing him upon a
pedestal(u17,u86)
which she, however, was the first to perceive.
As those were
particularly hot
times in the
general hullaballoo Bloom
sustained a
minor injury from
a nasty prod of
some chap's elbow in the crowd that of course congregated
lodging
some place about
the pit of the
stomach,
fortunately not of a grave character. His hat
(Parnell's)º
(u17a silk
oneu86) was inadvertently
knocked off and, as a
matter of strict
history,
Bloom was the man
who picked it up in the crush
after witnessing the
occurrence meaning to return it to him
(and return it to
him he did with
the utmost celerity)
who(u17,u86)
panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the
time(u17,
all the sameu86) being a
gentleman born with a
stake in the
country(u17,u86)
he, as a matter of fact, having gone into it more for
the kudos of the
thing than anything else, what's bred in the
bone(u17,u86)
instilled into
him in infancy at his mother's knee in the shape of knowing what
good form was came
out at once because he turned round to the donor and thanked him
with perfect
aplomb, saying: Thank you,
sir,º though in a very different tone
of voice from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set
to rights earlier in the course of the day, history repeating itself with a
difference, after the burial of a mutual friend when they had left him alone in
his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the grave.
{u17, 600}
On the other hand what incensed him more inwardly was the blatant jokes of the cabmanº and so on(u17,u86) who passed it all off as a jest, laughing immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the why and the wherefore, and in reality not knowing their own minds, it being a case for the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the legitimate husband happened to be a party to it owing to some anonymous letter from the usual boy Jones, who happened to come across them at the crucial moment in a loving position locked in one another's arms,º drawing attention to their illicit proceedings and leading up to a domestic rumpus and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not receive his visits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter and let bygones be bygones(u17,u86) with tears in her eyes(u17,u86) though possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the same time(u17,u86) as quite possibly there were several others. He personally, being of a sceptical bias, believed(u17,u86) and didn't make the smallest bones about saying so either(u17,u86) that man(u17,u86) or men in the plural(u17,u86) were always hanging around on the waiting list about a lady, even supposing she was the best wife in the world and they got on fairly well together for the sake of argument, when, neglecting her duties, she chose to be tired of wedded lifeº and was on for a little flutter in polite debauchery(u17,ºu86) to press their attentions on her with improper intent, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for fair and forty and younger men, no doubt as several famous cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt.
It was a
thousand pities a young
fellow(u17,u86)
blessed with an
allowance of
brains(u17,u86)
as his neighbour obviously was, should waste his valuable time with
profligate
women(u17,u86)
who might present him with a nice dose to
last him his
lifetime. In the nature of
single
blessedness he would one day
take unto
himself a wife whenº Miss Right came
on the scene but in the interim ladies' society was a conditio
sine qua
non though he had the
gravest possible
doubts, not that he wanted
in the smallest
to pump Stephen about Miss Ferguson (who was very possibly the particular
lodestar who
brought him down to Irishtown so early in the morning), as to whether he would
find much satisfaction
basking in the
boy and girl
courtship idea and the company of smirking misses
without a penny to
their names
(u17bi- or
bi
orºu86)
(u17tri-weekly
triweeklyu86) with the
orthodox preliminary
canter of
(u17complimentpaying
complimentplayingu86) and
walking out leading up to
fond lovers'
ways and flowers and chocs. To think of him house and homeless,
rooked by some
landlady worse than any stepmother, was really too bad at his age. The
queer suddenly
things he popped out with attracted the elder man
who was several
years the other's senior or like his
father(u17.
But Butu86)
something substantial he certainly ought to
eat(u17,
evenu86) were it only an
eggflip made on
unadulterated
maternal
nutriment or,
failing that, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled.
{u17, 601}
— At what o'clock did you dine? he questioned of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face.
— Some time yesterday, Stephen said.
— Yesterday!º exclaimed Bloom till he remembered it was already tomorrow(u17,u86) Friday. Ah, you mean it's after twelve!
— The day before yesterday, Stephen said, improving on himself.
Literally astounded at this piece of intelligence(u17,ºu86) Bloomº reflected. Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything(u17,u86) a certain analogy there somehow was(u17,u86) as if both their minds were travelling, so to speak, in the one train of thought. At his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years previously when he had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the Buckshot Fosterº days he too recollected in retrospect (which was a source of keen satisfaction in itself) he had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas. For instance(u17,u86) when the evicted tenants question, then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's (u17minds mindºu86) though, it goes without saying, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which wouldn't exactly hold water, he at the outset in principle(u17,u86) at all events(u17,u86) was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession(u17,u86) as voicing the trend of modern opinion, (u17a (au86) partiality, however, which, realising his mistake, he was subsequently partially cured of(u17,)u86) and even was twitted with going a step (u17further fartheru86) than Michael Davitt in the striking views he at one time inculcated as a backtothelander, which was one reason he strongly resented the innuendo put upon him in so barefaced a fashion (u17by our friendu86) at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that he, though often considerably misunderstood and the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his customary habit to give him (metaphorically) one in the gizzard though,º so far as politics themselves were concerned, he was only too conscious of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the misery and suffering it entailed as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the fittest, in a word.
Anyhow(u17,u86)
upon weighing
upº the
pros and cons,
getting on for
one(u17,u86)
as it was, it was high time to be
retiring for the
night. The
crux was it was
a bit risky to bring
him home as
eventualities might
possibly ensue (somebody having a temper of her own sometimes) and
spoil the hash
altogether as on the night he misguidedly
brought home a
dog (breed unknown) with a lame
paw(u17,u86)
(u17(u86)
not that the cases were either
identical or the
reverse(u17,u86)
though he had hurt his
hand
too(u17,)u86)
to Ontario
Terrace(u17,u86)
as he very
distinctly remembered, having
been there, so
to speak. On the other hand
it was
altogether far and away
too late for the
Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that he was in some perplexity as to
which of the two
alternatives
(u17 ….u86)
Everything pointed to the fact that it behoved
{u17, 602}
him to avail
himself to the
full of the
opportunity, all things considered. His
initial
impression was
(u17thatu86)
he was a
(u17bit
shadeºu86)
standoffish or not
over effusive but it
grew on him
someway. For one
thing he mightn't what you call jump at the idea, if
approached, and
what mostly worried him was he didn't know
how to
lead up to it or
word it exactly,
supposing he did
entertain the
proposal, as it would
afford him very
great personal pleasure if he would allow him to help to
putº
coin in his way
or some wardrobe, if found suitable.
At all events he
wound up by
concluding, eschewing for the nonce
hidebound
precedent, a cup of Epps's cocoa and a shakedown for the night
plus the use of
a rug or two and overcoat doubled into a
pillow(u17.
At atu86) least
he would be in safe
hands and as warm
as a toast on a
trivet(u17.u86)
(u17He
heu86) failed to
perceiveº
any very vast amount
of harm in that always
with the proviso
no rumpus of any sort was kicked up. A move had to be made because that
merry old soul,
the grasswidower in question who appeared to be
glued to the
spot, didn't appear
in any particular
hurry to wend his
way home to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was highly likely some
sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties
(u17where
age was no
baru86) off Sheriff
street lower would be the best
clue to that
equivocal character's
whereabouts for
a few days to come, alternately
racking their
feelings (the mermaids') with
sixchamber
revolver anecdotes
verging on the
tropical calculated
to freeze the marrow
of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms
(u17between
whiles
betweenwhilesºu86)
with rough and
tumble gusto
to the accompaniment of large
potations of
potheenº and the usual
blarney about
himself for as to who he in reality was let
(u17X
xºu86)
equal my right name and address, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. At the
same time he inwardly chuckled over his
(u17gentleu86)
repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his
(u17God
godu86) being a jew. People
could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite
from a sheep. The most vulnerable point too of tender
Achilles(u17,
your God. Your
godu86) was a
jew(u17,
because.
Becauseu86) mostly they
appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or
somewhereaboutsº in the county Sligo.
— I propose, our hero eventually suggested(u17,u86) after mature reflection(u17,u86) while prudently pocketing her photo, as it's rather stuffy here(u17,u86) you just come home with me and talk things over. My diggings are quite close in the vicinity. You can't drink that stuff. (u17Do you like cocoa?u86) Wait.º I'll just pay this lot.
The best plan clearly being to clear out, the remainder being plain sailing, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing the photo, to the keeperº of the shanty(u17,u86) who didn't seem to (u17 ….u86)
— Yes, that's the best, he assured Stephen(u17,u86) to whom for the matter of that Brazen Head or him or anywhere else was all more or less (u17 ….u86)
All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his
((u17Bloom's
B'su86)) busy
brain(u17.
Education,
educationu86) (the genuine
article), literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to date
{u17, 603}
billing,
(u17hydros
andu86) concert
tours in English watering resorts packed with
(u17hydros and
seasideu86)
theatres,
turning money
away, duets in
Italian with the accent perfectly true to nature and
a quantity of other
things, no
necessity(u17,u86)
of
course(u17,u86)
to tell the world and his wife
from the
housetops about it,º and a
slice of luck.
An opening was all was wanted.º Because
he more than suspected he had his father's voice to
bank his hopes
on which it was
quite on the
cards he hadº so it would be just as
well, by the way
no harm, to trail the conversation in the direction of that particular red
herring just to
(u17 ….u86)
The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former viceroy, earlº Cadogan, had presided at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. Silence with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Then the old specimen in the corner who appeared to have some spark of vitality left read out that (u17Sir siru86) Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect. To which absorbingº piece of intelligence echo answered why.
— Give us a squint at that literature, grandfather, the ancient mariner put in, manifesting some natural impatience.
— And welcome, answered the elderly party thus addressed.
The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears.
— Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage like the townclerkº queried.
— Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who seemingly was a bit of a literary cove in his own small way, staring out of seagreen portholes as you might well describe them as, I uses goggles reading. Sand in the Red Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark, manner of speaking.º The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a Rose is She.
Thereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which time (completely regardless of Ire) the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him(u17,u86) as he muttered against whoever it was sold it, all of them who were sufficiently awake enough to be picked out by their facial expressions, that is to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark.
To cut a long
story short Bloom,
grasping the
situation, was
the first to rise from his seatº so
as not to outstay
their welcome having first and foremost, being
as good as his
word that he would
foot the bill
for the occasion, taken the
wise precaution
to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a
parting shot a
scarcely perceptible
sign when the others
were not looking to the effect that the amount
{u17, 604}
due was
forthcoming,
making a grand
total of fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers,
literally the last
of the Mohicans),º he having
previously
spotted on the
printed pricelist for all who ran to read
oppositeº him in unmistakable figures,
coffee 2d,º confectionery
(u17d°
dou86), and honestly well
worth twice the
money once in a way, as Wetherup used to remark.
— Come, he counselled(u17,u86) to close the séance.
Seeing that the ruse worked and the coast was clear(u17,u86) they left the shelter or shanty together and the (u17élite éliteºu86) society of oilskin and company whom nothing short of an earthquake would move out of their dolce far niente. Stephen, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, paused at the, for a moment (u17 …,u86) the door (u17to ….u86)
— One thing I never understood, he said(u17,u86) to be original on the spur of the moment(u17,.u86) (u17why Whyu86) they put tables upside down at night, I mean chairs upside down,º on the tables in cafés.
To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a moment's hesitation, saying straight off:
— To sweep the floor in the morning.
So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, franklyº at the same time apologeticº to get on his companion's right, a habit of his, by the (u17by,** bye,ºu86) hisº right side being, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles. The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a bit weak on his pins.
— It will (the air) do you good, Bloom said, meaning also the walk, in a moment. The only thing is to walk then you'll feel a different man. (u17Come.u86) It's not far. Lean on me.
Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's right and led him on accordingly.
— Yes, Stephen said uncertainly(u17,u86) because he thought he felt a strange kind of flesh of a different manº approach him, sinewless and wobbly and all that.
Anyhow(u17,u86) they passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier(u17,u86) etc(u17.ºu86) where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumleyº, was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the arms of Murphy, as the adage has it, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new. And apropos of coffin of stones(u17,u86) the analogy was not at all bad(u17,u86) as it was in fact a stoning to death on the part of seventytwo out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the time of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably the selfsame evicted tenants he had put in their holdings.
So they
(u17passed
turnedu86) on to chatting
about music, a form of art for which Bloom, as a pure
amateur,
possessed the greatest love, as they made tracks
(u17arm-in-arm
arm in armu86) across
Beresford placeº. Wagnerian music, though
confessedly
grand in its way, was a bit too heavy for Bloom and hard to follow at the first
go-off but the music of
Mercadante's
Huguenots,
Meyerbeer's
Seven Last Words on the
Cross(u17,u86)
{u17, 605}
and Mozart's Twelfth
Massº he
simply revelled
in, the Gloria in that
being(u17,u86)
to his
mind(u17,u86)
the acme of first
class music as
such, literally
knocking everything
else into a cocked hat. He infinitely preferred the sacred music of the
catholic church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that line such as
those Moody and Sankey hymns or
Bid me to live
and I will live thy protestant to be. He also yielded to none in his
admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a work simply
abounding in
immortal numbers, in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a
veritable sensation,
he might
safely
say,º
greatly adding to
her other laurels and putting the others totally in the
shade,º in the jesuit fathers'
church in upperº Gardiner
streetº,
the sacred
edifice being thronged to the doors to hear her with
virtuosos, or
virtuosi rather. There was the unanimous opinion that
there was none to
come up to her
and(u17,u86)
suffice it to
say in a place
of worship for music of a sacred
character(u17,u86)
there was a generally voiced desire for an encore. On the
whole(u17,u86)
though favouring preferably light opera of the Don Giovanni
description(u17,u86)
and Martha,º a gem in its line, he
had a penchant, though with only a
surface
knowledge, for the severe classical school such as Mendelssohn. And talking
of that, taking it
for granted he knew all about the old favourites, he mentioned
par
excellence Lionel's air in Martha,
M'appari,º which, curiously
enough, he
(u17hadu86)
heard(u17,u86)
or overheard, to be more accurate,
on yesterday, a
privilege he keenly appreciated, from the lips of Stephen's respected
father, sung to perfection, a study of the number, in fact, which made all the
others take a back
seat. Stephen, in reply to a politely put query, said he didn't
(u17sing
itºu86)
but launched out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at least of in or
about that period, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter
(u17Lane
laneu86) near Gerard the
herbalist, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an instrument he was
contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom
(u17Bloom
B.u86) did not quite
recall(u17,u86)
though the name certainly sounded familiar, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby
and son with their dux and comes conceits and
Byrd
(William)(u17,u86)
who played the virginals, he said, in the Queen's
(u17Chapel
chapelu86) or anywhere
else he found them and one Tomkins who made
toys or airs and
John Bull.
On the roadway which they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the swingchainsº a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the paven ground, brushing a long swathe of mire up so that with the noise Bloom was not perfectly certain whether he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. He inquired if it was John Bull the political celebrity of that ilk, as it struck him, the two identical names, as a striking coincidence.
By the chains(u17,u86) the horse slowly swerved to turn, which perceiving, Bloom, who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual,º plucked the other's sleeve gently, jocosely remarking:
— Our lives are in peril
tonightº.
Beware of the steamroller.
{u17, 606}
They thereupon stopped. Bloom looked at theºhead of a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence in the dark quite near(u17,u86) so that it seemed new, a different grouping of bones and even flesh(u17,u86) because palpably it was a fourwalker, a hipshaker, a blackbuttocker, a taildangler, a headhanger(u17,u86) putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord of his creation sat on the perch, busy with his thoughts. But such a good poor brute(u17,u86) he was sorry he hadn't a lump of sugar but, as he wisely reflected, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might crop up. He was just a big nervous foolishº noodly kind of a horse, without a second care in the world. But even a dog, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of the same size, would be a holy horror to face. But it was no animal's fault in particular if he was built that way like the camel, ship of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his hump. Nine tenths of them all could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man barring the bees(u17; whale. Whaleu86) with a harpoon hairpin, alligator(u17,u86) tickle the small of his back and he sees the joke; chalk a circle for a rooster(u17;,u86) tiger(u17,u86) my eagle eye. These timely reflections anent the brutes of the field occupied his mind(u17,u86) somewhat distracted from Stephen's words(u17,u86) while the ship of the street was manoeuvringº and Stephen went on about the highly interesting old (u17 ….u86)
— What's this I was saying? Ah, yes! My wife, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have the greatest of pleasure in making your acquaintance as she is passionately attached to music of any kind.
He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen, image of his mother, which was not quite the same as the usual (u17handsomeu86) blackguard type they unquestionably had an (u17indubitable insatiableu86) hankering after as he was perhaps not that way built.
Still, supposing he had his father's gift(u17,u86) as he more than suspected, it opened up new vistas in his mind(u17,u86) such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries(u17,u86) concert on the preceding Monday, and aristocracy in general.
Exquisite variations he was now describing on anº air Youth here has End by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the frows come from. Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeepº about the clear sea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men, which boggled Bloom a bit:
Von der Sirenen Listigkeit
Tun die Poeten dichten.
These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Bloom, nodding,
said he perfectly understood and begged him to go on
by all
means(u17,u86)
which he did.
{u17, 607}
A phenomenally
beautiful tenor
voice like that,
the rarest of
boons, which Bloom appreciated at the very first note he got out, could
easily, if properly
handled by some
recognised authority
on voice production such as Barraclough and being able to
read music into
the bargain, command
its own price where baritones were ten a penny and
procure for its
fortunate possessor in
the near future
an
entréeº
into fashionable
houses in the
best residential
quarters of
financial
magnates in a
large way of business and titled people
where(u17,u86)
with his university degree of B.A. (a
huge ad in its
way) and gentlemanly bearing
to all the more
influence the good
impression(u17,ºu86)
he would infallibly
score a distinct
success, being
blessed with
brains which also could be
utilised for the
purpose and other
requisites, if
his clothes were properly attended
to(u17,u86)
so as to the better worm his way into their
good graces as he,
a youthful tyro in
society's
sartorial
niceties, hardly understood how a little thing like that could
militate against
you. It was in fact only
a matter of
months and he could easily foresee him participating in their musical and
artistic
conversaziones
during the
festivities of the
Christmas
season, for
choice, causing a slight
flutter in the
dovecotes of the fair sex and
being made a lot
of by ladies out for sensation, cases of which,
as he happened to
know, were on
record —º in fact, without
giving the show away, he himself once upon a time, if he cared to, could easily
have
(u17 ….u86)
Added to
which(u17,ºu86)
of
course(u17,u86)
would be the
pecuniaryº
emolument by no
means to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his
tuition fees.
Not, he
parenthesised,
that for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily
embrace
the lyric
platform as a
walk in life
for any lengthy
space of
time(u17.u86)
(u17but
Butu86)
a step in the
required direction it
was(u17,u86)
beyond yea or
nay(u17,u86)
and both monetarily
and mentally it
contained no
reflection on his dignity
in the smallest
and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be
handed a cheque
at a muchneeded moment when
every little
helped. Besides, though taste latterly had
deteriorated
to a degree,
original music like that, different from the conventional rut, would rapidly
have a great
vogue(u17,u86)
as it would be a
decided novelty
for Dublin's
musical world
after the usual
hackneyed run of
catchy tenor solos
foisted on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their
genus omne. Yes, beyond a shadow of a
doubt(u17,u86)
he could, with all the cards in his
hand(u17,ºu86)
and he had a capital
opening to make a name for himself and win
a high place in the
city's esteem where he could
command a stiff
figure and,
booking ahead,
give a grand concert for
the patrons of
the King
streetº
house, given a
backerupº, if one were
forthcomingº
to kick him
upstairs, so to
speak(u17,ºu86)
(u17—u86)
a big
if(u17,u86)
however
(u17—,u86)
with some impetus
of the goahead
sort to obviate
the inevitable procrastination which often tripped up a too much fêted
prince of good
fellows(u17.u86)
(u17and
Andu86) it need not
detract from the
other by one iota
as, being his own
master, he would have
heaps of time to
practise literature in his spare moments when desirous
of so doing
without its clashing
{u17, 608}
with his vocal career or containing anything
derogatory
whatsoeverº as it was
a matter for himself
alone. In fact, he had the
ball at his feet
and that was the very reason why the other,
possessed of a
remarkably sharp nose for
smelling a rat of any sort, hung on to him at all.
The horse was just then (u17 ….u86) (u17and Andu86) later on(u17,u86) at a propitious opportunity he purposed (Bloom did), without anyway prying into his private affairs on the fools step in where angels principle,º advising him to sever his connection with a certain budding practitioner(u17,u86) who, he noticed, was prone to disparage(u17,u86) and even(u17,u86) to a slight extent(u17,u86) with some hilarious pretext(u17,u86) when not present, deprecate him, or whatever you like to call it(u17,u86) which(u17,u86) in Bloom's humble opinion(u17,u86) threw a nasty sidelight on that side of a person's character (u17—,u86) no pun intended.
The horse(u17,u86) having reached the end of his tether, so to speak, halted(u17,u86) and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added his quota by letting fall on the floor(u17,u86) which the brush would soon brush up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Slowly(u17,u86) three times, one after another, from a full crupper(u17,u86) he mired. And humanely his driver waited till he (or she) had ended, patient in his scythed car.
Side by side Bloom, profiting by the contretemps, with Stephen passed through the gap of the chains, divided by the upright, and, stepping over a strand of mire, went across towards Gardiner streetº lower, Stephen singing more boldly, but not loudly, the end of the ballad(u17:.u86)
Und alle Schiffe brücken.
The driver never said a word, good, bad or indifferent(u17. He, butu86) merely watched the two figures, as he sat on his lowbacked carº, both black (u17—,u86) one full, one lean (u17—,u86) walk towards the railway bridge, to be married by Father Maher. As they walked(u17,u86) they at times stopped and walked again(u17,u86) continuing their tête à têteº (which(u17,u86) of course(u17,u86) he was utterly out of)(u17,u86) about sirens, enemies of man's reason, mingled with a number of other topics of the same category, usurpers, historical cases of the kind while the man in the sweeper car or you might as well call it in the sleeper car who in any case couldn't possibly hear because they were too far simply sat in his seatº near the end of lower Gardiner street and looked after their lowbacked car.