ULYSSES
{ms, 1}
Penelope
Yes because he
never did a thing like that
|1as1|
ask to get his breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs
so either since the
City Arms hotel
|1when he
used to be pretending
to be
|aill
laid upa|
with a sick
voice |adoing
the usual tragic
His
Highnessa| to make
himself interesting for that old faggot Mrs Riordan that
|adied
&a| never left us a
farthing with her
dog that was always
|asmelling
my fura| edging to get
under my petticoats1|
|1if
ever he got anything serious the matter with him it's
muchº
for them to go in
to
|ahave
to drive it into him for a
montha|
hospital where
everything is
clean
I hate bandaging
& dosing |awhen he cut
his toea|
|ait was
all his fault of
coursea|1|
|1he
came somewhere I know by his appetite
|aanyway
love it's not or
he'd be off his
feeda|1| so either
it was one of those
|1night1|
women if it was down there he was really and the hotel story
|1he made
up1| a pack of lies
|1to hide
it1|
|1only
for I hate having a
long goster in
bed1| or else it
was some
|1person
little
bitch1| he got
inº someway or
picked up
somewhere
|1on
the sly
|aif
they knew him as well as I
doa|1| yes because
the day Dignam died he was writing a letter and then
he covered it
|1up1|
with the blottingpaper pretending to be thinking about business so very
probably that was it to someone who
|1thought
thinks1|
she had a softy
|1in
him1| because all men
get a bit like that at
his age especially getting on to forty so as to
wheedle any money
she can out of him
|1no
fool like an old
fool1| and then
kissing my
bottom was to hide it
|1not
that I care who he does it with
|aor knew before that way but
I'd like to
find outa| so long as I
don't have |athe two
ofa| them under my nose all
the time like that slut, that Mary, padding
|aupa|
her false bottom to excite him
|asinging
about the place
|balso
in the W.C.b|
of course she knew she
was too well offa| and
stealing my potatoes and oysters
|a2/6 a
dozena| for her aunt, if you
please, common robbery,
|ait
takes me to find out
thingsa| O yes her aunt
was very fond of oysters
I told her what I
thought of her |a|bbad
enough to get the
smell of those {other}
|cpaintedc|
women off him once or twice I had a suspicion by getting him to come near
meb|
I couldn't even
touch him if I thought he was with a dirty
|bliar
andb| sloven like that one
|bthen
propos suggesting
she cd eat at our table at Xmas day ah no thank you not in my
houseb|a|1| yes
because he couldn't
|1possibly1|
do without it
|1so
that1|
long
|1so
he must do it
somewhere1| and
the last time he came on my bottom was the night Boylan
|1was
squeezing my hand
gave
my hand a great
squeeze1| singing
the young May moon she's beaming love going along by the Tolka with the
full moon because
he's he has an
idea about him and me in any case God knows
he's a change
in a way not to be always
|1wearing
the same old hat1|
doing that frigging
|1drawing
out the thing by the hour questions wd you do this that & the other
|abecause I told him about
some dean or bishop
was |bsitting beside
meb| in the garden of the
jew's
temple a stranger
|band
he tired me out with
questionsb|
what place was it and so on
|band
he tired me out with
statuesb|a| with a bishop
yes with the coalman yes I would
who are you thinking
of think of the German emperor yes think I'm him
|aencouraging
him making him worse than he is he ought to give it up now
at his
agea|1| simply ruination
{ms, 2}
and no satisfaction
|1in
it1|
|1for the
woman
|apretending
to
|blike
itb|
comea|
having to finish it
herself makes yr
lips pale1| anyhow
it's done now with all the talk
|1of the
world1| about it
people make
|1|ait's
only the first time after that it's just
ordinarya|
why can't you
kiss a man
|ayou
like
openlya|
|asometimes
love to wildlya|
|awhen you feel that way
|bso
niceb| all over you
|bcan't
help yourselfb|a|
everybody does then I hate that
confession when
I used to goº Father Corrigan
he touched me where
and I said on the canal bank like a fool but where on your person on the leg
|awas
ita| high up
yes, rather high up, was it where you sit down
yes.1| I wonder is
he awake
|1|aora|
thinking of me
|aor dreaming
am I in
ita|
|ahe
smelt of some kind of drink
|xhe smelt of some
liqueurx|a|1| I
suppose not because
|1bef
he w had all he
could do to keep himself from falling asleep after the potted meat sandwiches
and that claret yes because
|aI
was sound asleep myself the moment I popped into bed till that thunder and
lightning wakened me up God be merciful to
usa|1| he must
have come three or four times in me
|1at
least1|
|1with
that
|adetermineda|
vicious look in his
eyesº1|
with that tremendous
big brute of a thing
he has
|1think
the vein or whatever it is was going to
burst1| like iron
or some kind of a thick bar standing all the time
|1after
I took off my
things after an
hour's
dressing1|
|1because
no1|
I never in all my life felt anyone had one
|1like
the size
of1| that
|1to make
you feel so full1|
like a stallion
driving it up into you
|1because
that's they all want out of
you1| still
he hasn't such
a lot of spunk in him considering the size so much the better in case any of
it wasn't washed out properly nice invention they made for women for him to
get all the pleasure but if someone gave them a touch of it themselves
they'd know
what I went through
with Rudy no-one would believe and
|1Josie
Powell Mina
Purefoy1| and her
husband give us a
swing out of your
whiskers filling her up with a child or twins once a year
as regular as the
clock
|1supposed
to be healthy perhaps if I had
another1| I
suppose it was meeting
|1her
Josie
Powell1| and the
funeral set him off
|1they
I know
they1| were spooning a
bit when I came on the scene
|1|abecause
she was always
embracing me Josie when
Poldy was there
|bbefore we were
engagedb|
meaning him
|bof
course I don't wonder because he was so handsome then
trying to look like
Byron I said I liked & he was
|cafterwards though she
didn't like it so much the day I was laughing about nothing
you're always in
good humour, she said must have grigged
herc|b|a|
talking about her
being a wallflower and that was why he we had a sort of a row about politics
|aabout
|bour
Ourb| Lord being the first
socialist and a carpenter
still
he knows a
fi lot of mixed up
things especially
about the body
& the
insidea| it was after
that he bought the gloves
|xI
could easily win him back O quite easily
|aif I wanted
toa|
|aas I often finished a
rowa| make him do it first
before going outx|1|
|1well
if he wants her I suppose he can have her or
let him go and try it with her
give him steak &
onions first see if she'd like
it1| if that's
his taste not that her dotty husband cares
imagine having to
get into bed with a lunatic like that
what was it she told
me O yes that sometimes he used
|1before
he got up on her to
get into bed with
his muddy boots on him
when the maggot takes
him what a man
not the one way
everyone goes
mad1| O
|1Patience
above
sweetheart
May1| wouldn't
{ms, 3}
a thing like that simply
bore you stiff
? to
extinction?
too, actually too
stupid to take off his
boots?,
what cd you make of a
man like that?
rather die 20
times over than marry
another of them of course he'd
never find another
woman to put up with him like
me I do
|1take
that
Mrs Maybrick that
poisoned her husband what for I
wonder1| still
it's much better to be like them
not always empty
only for they're all so different Boylan talking about
|1the
shape of1|
my foot now how did
that excite him
|1|aSaid
that I what did he
say I coulda| I cd give 9
points
|ato
ina| 10 to Katty Lanner and
win what does that mean
I asked him but I
forget what he said because the stop press boy just
passed1|
|1and
that curlyheaded shopman in
|a—'s
the Maypole dairya| that so
polite to me I noticed him
when I was tasting the
Danish butter so
I took my time
|aBartell
d'Arcy too he used to make fun of when he kissed me on the choir stairs
after I sang Gounod's Ave Maria he was pretty hot too my voice he
said if you can believe him then he said wasn't it terrible to do that then
in a place like that I
didn't see
anything so terrible
in it
|bI'll
tell about him that
some day not now surprise
himb|a|1| and
Poldy
begging me to give him
a bit of my drawers cut out that was the evening coming along
|1Leinster
road
Kenilworth
square1|
he
kissedº in
the eye of my
glove
|1that
I let him keep to think of me
|aas
if I forgot ita|
when I saw him slip it
into his pocket1|
of course he's
mad on drawers when he saw me from behind in the rain
|1I
saw him first felt
him looking on my
neck1| where was I
coming from and he pestered me to say yes and
slipped in the wet
only I held him up of course
glad of any excuse to
touch me
|1on my
openwork
sleeve1| drawers
|1he was
mad about1| drawers
all the time he made me laugh and he wanted me to lift my
|1skirts
orange petticoats with the
sunray pleats
|xwith nobody about
you'd never know what
freakx|1| if anyone I
knew saw me with the old
|1things
princess
slip with the
ironmould mark
between1| I had on
that was the first night I touched
|1him
his
trousers1| outside
|1he was
crazy simply1|
|1he was
shaking all over off his
feet1|
and he thanked me
and wanted to kneel in the wet well men are the most extraordinary then
the letter he wrote me
with all those words in it
|1|amaking
made it so awkward when we met then asking
have I offended
you for a quarter of an
houra| asking me if I knew
what they meant of course
I had to say no
meaning yes then
writing every
day1|
how could he have
the face to any woman after his
company manners
still I liked the way
he made love because he knew how to take a woman
{ms, 4}
when he kissed
my heart at
Dolphin's
barn yes makes you
feel like nothing on
earth
|1|xand
going away he kissed
the door of our
housex|1|
poetry and O I
remember that still I hope he'll come on Monday as he said
|1at
|a½
past three
|b½
past three or four at the same time as today
fourb|a|
good hour
I hate people coming
in on you at all hours and no-one
to say I'm
out peeping out through the blind
to yawn with
nerves when I knew his knock must have been late because it was after three
when I saw the Dedaluses coming from school
when I threw the penny
to that old sailor and
|aI
hadn't even changed I had only put on my new shifts
thena|1| before we go
to Belfast this day week
|1all
the nicer coming
back1|
Poldy better
stay at home must get my fan mended so that
he can buy me a nice
present in Belfast
|1they've
lovely underlinen up there
|aor a nice one of those
kimonosa|
|aexciting
toa| go round shopping with
him |abuying those things in
a new city better leave off my ring
|bit's
a job getting it
want to keep turning
it to get itº the knuckle
thereb| or they might
|bput
in
tell the police
or write tob| the papers
|bbell
it round the townb| but
they'll think he's my husband
|xif
they knew what wd they
sayx| O let them go &
smother themselvesa|1|
he has plenty of money
|1and
he's not a
marrying man so someone better get it out of
him1| if I cd find out
|1I
looked well of course in the thing
you can never see
the expression in a
mirror1| whether
he loves me or not besides lying on me all the time like that with his big
hipbones and
he's heavy
too a stylish
tie he
|1always1|
had on and silk
socks
|1lovely
stuff
|ain
that other suit he has in that suit he had
ona|
the herringbone tweed
one1| so
he's well off
|1but he
was like a devil
for a few minutes after
he came back
with the stoppress |atearing
up the ticketsa| because he
lost over the race he could have won 20 pounds he said & half he put on for
me1| always hanging
out of them for money in a restaurant
|1we have
to say look thankful
for our cup of tea even as a great
compliment1| the way
the world is divided in any case if it's going to go on I want at least two
other
|1good1|
chemises and but
I don't know what kind of drawers he likes I don't think he likes any
didn't he say then the other pair of
|1good
silkette1|
stockings is
laddered
|1after 1
day1|
|1one
of those
|acheapa|
kidfitting
corsets I'd like out of the Gentlewoman with
elastic gores on the
hips |awhat did they say
|babout that
unsightly broad
appearance across the lower
backb|
they give a delightful
figure linea|1|
garters I have the violet pair he bought me
|1I
could have brought them to — this morning
|a&
made them change thema|
only not to run the risk of walking into him & spoiling
everything1|
that's all he bought for me out of the cheque he got on the first O no
there was the
|1face1|
lotion
|1I told
him to get made up1|
and God knows
whether he forgot it and four handkerchiefs about 6/- altogether sure you
can't get on
without clothes men don't look at you & women walk on you
|1for
the four years more I have of
|ait
lifea|
up to 35
but no I'm thirty
I'll be thirtythree in September O well up to forty look at
|alook at that
Mrsa| Mrs Galbraith
she's much older than me
|aI saw her when I was out
last week her
beauty's on the wane she was a lovely creature
head of hair down to
her waista| and look at
Mrs Langtry a
beauty up to what |athe
Jersey lily the king was in love with I suppose he's the same as the others
only the name a kinga|
|athere
was some funny story about the
|bjealousb|
husband what was it he
went an oyster knife he went no he
was made her wear a
tin thing round her and
the prince of
Wales what did he ah yes he had the oyster knife
|bCan't be true a thing
like that because
how cd she go to the
chamber when she wanted
tob|a|1| he ought to
chuck that Freeman with
its the paltry few
shillings he gets and go into an office or something
|1where
he'd get regular money1| of course he prefers to be
{ms, 5}
mooching about
when he could have been in Cuffe's still only for what he said to him
then sending me to try
and patch it up
|1I
cd have got him promoted
there1| he gave me
a great eye once or twice only I felt rotten with the old
|1—
rubbishy1|
dress
|1that I
lost the lead out of
the sleeves rag with no cut in it
|aand now
they're coming in
to fashion againa|
I bought simply to
please him
|aI
should have gone pity
I changed my
mind & wenta|
to Todd Burns as I
said not McBirney's
rummage sale lot
of trash1|
|1He
thinks he knows all about dress if I went by his advices
every blessed hat I
put on does that suit me yes take that one
|afidgetting
on pins and needlesa| about
the
|ashopgirla|
girl |aand she as
insolent as she cd be
with her smirka| if
we're not giving you too much trouble what she's there for
|atill I stared her out of
ita|
|xstiff he was but
when
|ahe
lookeda| the
second time |ahe
lookeda| he
changedx|1| I had
on but I could know what he was driving at looking
|1hard1|
at my chest
|1so
hard1| without
making it too marked for the first time.
I think he made
them a bit
firmer sucking them like that so long
|1he made
me thirsty1| bubbies
he calls them I had to laugh this one anyhow yes it is I'll get him to keep
that up
|1and
I'll take those eggs beaten up with Marsala
fatten them out for
him1| what are all
those veins
|1&
things1| for curious
the way it's made
|1two
the same in case of twins
|athey're supposed to be
beautiful placed up there when he wanted me to
pose for some rich
fellow with no
|bfor
nakedb|
when in Holles
street when he lost the job in Hely's and I was playing in the Coffee
Palacea|1|
I had a great breast
of milk with Rudy from the belladonna
|1all
swollen out |athe morning
that sick looking student that used to be squinting in nearly saw me
only washing
only for I snapped
up the towel to my
facea|1| used to
hurt me that machine was no good till I got
Poldy
to milk them into the
tea he wanted to
|1do
it milk me someone ought to
put him in the
budget for the things he
|aif
I cd only remember
|boneb|
half & write it in a
booka|1| he's
mad like goat's milk he said it was yes and the skin feels
|1this
one not so much1| much
smoother O much an hour he was at them by the clock I can feel his mouth O Lord
I must stretch
myself I wish he was here
|1now
someone to let yrself go
with1| when he made me
|1come
spend
|aI'll try to dream
ita|1|
the 2nd time with
his finger
|1tickling1|
in my hole behind
|1|aGod
I wanted to shout
out all kinds of things
|bfuck
shitb|
|bwho knows
the way he'd take
it they're
not all like
Poldy
|cI
noticed the contrast when he
—c|b| want to know a
man better though |bI gave my
eyes that look with my hair a bit loose at the moment and my tongue just between
my lipsb|a| I was coming for
about five minutes
|aI
had to hug him after O
Lorda|1| Friday one
Saturday two O Lord I can't wait till Monday
{ms, 6}
There's a
train somewhere whistling the poor men that have to be out all
time
|1the1|
night in those roasting engines stifling it was today I'm glad
|1I
burned all those old Freemans and Photo Bits
|ahave
him asking where's last year's
papera|1|
I took those overcoats
out of the hall making the place hotter than it is that rain was lovely I
thought it was going to get like Gibraltar O Lord the heat there
|1and the
glare of the rock standing up in it like a giant
|awith the poplars all
whitehota|
|x&
mosquito
netsx| and the
rainwater smelling in
|athe
thosea| tanks
|xwatching the sun all the
timex|1|
weltering down
on you
|1faded
all the
|afew
twoa| nice
blouses frock
father's friend
Mr
|a&
Mrsa| Stanhope sent me
from
|aLondon
the B.
Marché Parisa|
what a shame
my dear Doggerina
she called me wrote
in it |xa
p.c.x|
|abecause
I cd take off the
dog barkinga|
she was very
nice |ato me so was he
she showed me how to
settle my hair at the back when I put it up
|band
how to tie a knot on a thread with the one
handb| & gave me the
Moonstone to read that was
the first of Wilkie
Collins I read The Moonstone, East Lynne I read The Shadow
of Ashlydyat by Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar and by Lord Lytton
Eugene Aram & Molly Bawn by Mrs Hungerford
on a/c of name
|bI
don't like books with my name in it too unreal like that one
Poldy
he brought me about somebody in Flanders Moll she was a whore & a
shoplifterb|a|
had a jolly
go hot bath enjoyed
it
|afeel
a very clean dog nowa|
wogger she called him wogger
wd give anything
to be back in G |aand hear
you sing |band have tea with
those scrumptious
currant cakes and
the raspberry wafers
which I adoreb|,
Concone's
is the name of the exercises and
Wogger bought me
two of those
newfashioned kinds
of
|bdresses
shawlsb|
|bsome word I couldn't
readb| that I wore last night
to take the newness
out of it they tear for the least thing but are very
amusinga|
they get torn for the least things but are very amusing
yrs affly
|aBe sure to start the
breathing
exercises I showed youa|
he almost made love to
me too he held
down that wire for me to step over
|aat that
bullfighta|
these clothes we
have to wear
|ayoua|
can't do a
thing in them run
or swim that's why I was
afraid1|
|1of
course they never
came back as they said always going away and the sea
|awith
the waves and the
boats
rockinga|
and forgot all about them
I suppose they're
dead long ago |apeople
are always travelling then our turn
camea|
|ashe
kissed me going away didn't I cry I believe I did or near it
she had a
gorgeous
dress for the
ship then I remember I went up the Windmill Hill with the
spyglassa| of course I was
all to myself then a
girl1|
stuck to the
chair when I got up and the bugs swarming
smell of all those
soldiers about with their
messtins
|1and
the sight of those officers off the
troopship
|aon
shore
leavea|
make you
seasick1| never a
letter from a soul except the few
I posted to myself
not that I get many
now
|1days
like years sometimes
I cd fight with my
nails that bored1|
still who except his
today and Milly who wrote to me last when Mrs XYZ it's a nuisance having to
answer and he always tells me the wrong things to say like writing a big long
speech he I hope
he'll write me longer
|1if
it's a thing he really likes
me1| next time
I wish somebody would
write me a loveletter true or not Mulvey's was the first I got
señorita he called me I suppose he thought I must be Spanish they all did
he was the 1st man
|1ever1|
kissed me
|1under
the Moorish wall1| I
didn't know what
he meant when he put his tongue
in my mouth
first the day the evening we were lying down near the Firtree cove behind
O'Hara's tower
|1wild
place cd do what you
liked1| he wanted
to touch mine with his only for a moment but
I wouldn't let him for
{ms, 7}
fear of
anything you never know
|1&
then they're done with you in a
way1|
how did we finish
O yes I remember he did it into my handkerchief with his eyes shut
|1I
pretended not to be
excited1| still he was
shy all the same
|1I
liked making him
awkward1| when I
unbuttoned him and took his out
they're all
buttons men down the middle
|1I
often wanted to fire his pistol but he wdn't let
me1|
bu what was his name
Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it I think so a lieutenant he was what was he like
fair little
moustache I remember he said he'd come back too and
I promised to let
him do it to me if he came back & I was married I'd let him block
me now if I met him perhaps he's dead too or killed or a captain or what
would he remember me if
|1it's
nearly 20 yrs ago1|
yes if I said firtree cove he would I wouldn't know though but I
might recognise
him
|1he had
a soft laughing kind of a voice
English
|aso I went round to the
whatyoucallit |beverything
was whatyoucallitb|a| if he
came up behind me and
put his hands over
my eyes to guess
who1|
he's young
still about forty I suppose now he may be married
|1we had
great fun running along
|athe
Willisa|
road under the trees
to Europa Pt
|azigzagging
twistinga| in & out
then he went to
|aIndia
Southamptona| he was to write
I went up w Windmill
hill to the flats that morning with the spyglass he had one two
I could see over to
Morocco almost and
the straits like a
river I kept the handkerchief a long time under my pillow I liked the smell
of him rather1| too
there was no decent perfume to be got in that Gibraltar only
that cheap peau
d'Espagne that used to fade and leave a stink on you more than anything
else I wanted to
give him a present or memento but what cd you get then there were queer
things there that
sandfrog shower
from Africa they said it came when
that derelict
boat ship that came
up to the harbour with nobody in her from God knows where I can't remember
her name Marie the Marie what no he hadn't a moustache that was Gardner
I can see his face
plainly now saying the whatyoucallit half laughing cleanshaven silly kind of boy.
|1That
was a relief wherever you be let yr wind go free
I hope that lamp is
not smoking fill my nose up with smuts better than
having him leaving the
gas on all night I couldn't rest easy in my bed
evenº in Gibraltar getting up to see why
am I nervous so about that
|athough I like it in the
winter f it's
more companya| O Lord it was
rotten cold too that one(xxx) winter when I was only about ten was I yes the icy
wind
|ablowing
skeetinga| across from those
Mts
the Something(xxx)
Nevada sierra nevada
standing at the fire
with the little bit of a
|ashorta|
shift I had up
to heat myself
then make a race into the bed1|
{ms, 8}
my sleep's
off anyhow for this night I hope he's not going to get in with those
medicals
|1leading
him astray to imagine he's young
again1| coming in
waking u me up at 2
in the morning it must be
|1What do
they find to talk about all night squandering money & getting drunker and
drunker1| then
|1start1|
giving us his orders for eggs and tea I think I'll get a bit of fish
tomorrow or today Friday yes I will
|1with
some blancmange
|aand
like long ago witha|
blackcurrant(xxx)
jam
|anot those
|b2lb
potb| mixed plum and apple
Williams & Woods
it goes twice as
fara|
|aonly for the bones
I hate those
eels cod I'll get a nice piece of cod I'm always getting enough
for 3(xxx) forgetting she's not
here(xxx)a|1| I'm
sick of that everlasting
|1butcher's1|
meat
|1anywayº1|
|1or
a picnic suppose we
|awent
drovea| to the
|afurry
glena|
strawberry beds
& bring some cold roast veal sandwiches
there are little
houses down at the bottom of the banks on purpose
|anot a holiday
I hate those ruck
out for the day Whit Monday no wonder
the bee bit
hima| or the seaside yes but
I'd never |aagain in
this lifea| get into a boat
with him
|aagaina|
after Bray saying he knew how to row the old thing
crookeding about
and the weight all
my side |aI
cd have hit him in front of all the
peopleºa|
and all the tide coming in through the bottom telling me pull the right now pull
the left and his oar slipping out of the stirrup it's a wonder we
weren't drowned
|a|bhe
can swim all right I
can'tb| in his flannel
trousers I'd like to have
tattered them down
off him |b&
flagellate him do
him all the good in the world I cdn't even change my white shoes
how annoying &
provokingb| there's
no danger whatsoever keep
calmºa|1|
the sardelle in Catalan Bay they were fine all silver in the fishermen's
baskets
|1old
Pedro |athey said
|bwas
cameb| from
Genoaa| and the tall old chap
with the earrings |aI
don't like a man you have to climb up to get
ata| I suppose they're
all dead and rotten
long ago1| besides
I don't like being alone
in(xxx) this big
barrack of a place at night I suppose I'll have to put up with it
|1|a|bI
never brought a bit of
salt in when we moved in the confusion musical academy he was going to make
like all the things he told father he was going to do and me
I saw through
him telling me all the lovely places we could go for the honeymoon
O how nice
|che ought to get
a leather medal with
a putty rim for all his
plansc|b|
leaving us here all
the daya| you'd
never know what old
beggar
at the door for
a crust |awith a long
storya|
might be a tramp
and put his foot in the way to prevent me shutting it like that picture of that
hardened criminal
he was called in Lloyd's Weekly News(xxx) 20 years in jaol(xxx) then he
comes out and half murders an old woman for money imagine his poor wife
or mother or
whoever she is |asuch a face
|byou'd
run miles
|cawayc|
fromb| I couldn't rest
easy till I
|blocked
up boltedb| all
the doors and windows
|bworse again being
bar
locked up like
in a prison or a
madhouse(xxx)ºb|
they ought to be all shot or the cat of nine tails a
|bbigb|
brute like that that wd attack a poor old woman to
murder her in her bed
cut them off
hima|1| not that
he'd be much use still better than nothing the night I thought I heard
burglars in the
kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a candle and a poker as white as
a sheet
|1frightened
out of his wits1|
making as
|1much1|
noise as he could for their benefit there isn't much to steal
|1indeed1|
the Lord knows still
it's the feeling especially now with
Milly away such an
idea for him to send the girl down there to learn
phot to take
photographs
|1only
he'd do a thing like
that1| all the
same on account of me & Boylan that's why he did it I'm sure the
way he plots and plans everything out I couldn't turn round with her in the
place lately
|1|agave
me the fidgetsa| coming
in without knocking first
|awhen I put
the chair against
the doora| just as I was
washing myself there
with the glove
|aget
on yr nervesa|1|
doing the loglady
all day
wouldn't even
teem the potatoes for you of course
she's right
not to ruin her
hands I noticed
he was always
talking to her lately at the table explaining things in the paper and she
pretending to understand
|1sly of
course that comes
from his side of the house
|ahe
can't say I pretend things can
he?a|1|
I suppose he thinks
I'm finished out well I'm not at all no nor anything like it
she's
|1well1|
on for flirting too with those Devans
imitating me
whistling
|1with
those Murray girls
calling for her can Milly come out please she's in great demand
to pick what they
can out of her1|
{ms, 9}
round in Nelson
street riding the boy's bicycle at night and smoking a cigarette
|1I smelt
it on her dress when I
was biting off the thread of the button
|aI sewed on to the
bottom of her
dress she cdn't hide much from
mea|
|aI
oughtn't to have stitched it and it on her it
brings a parting and
the plumpudding split in 2 halfs(xxx) too see it's comes
outa|1|
your blouse is too
open she says to me I had to tell
|1her1|
not to bare her legs
like that on show up on the windowsill before all the people
they all look at
her like me when
I was her age of course
any old rag looks
well on you then a great
touch me not too
at the
|1pantomime
Only Way in the theatre
royal1|
take your foot
away out of that
I hate people
touching me
|1afraid
of her life I'd crush her skirt
|aa
lot of touching must go on in theatres in the crush they're always
trying to to wiggle up that fellow in the pit standing room only(xxx)
|bthe last time I'll
ever go there every two minutes tipping me
thenº he's a bit daft I think
|cby his
movementsc| I saw trying to
get near two
|cstylishdressedc|
ladies outside Switzer's at the same little game
|cI
recognised him on the
momentc| he didn't
remember meb|a|1|
didn't even want me to kiss her at the Broadstone going away I hope she
gets someone to dance attendance on her as I did where's this where's
that wouldn't
let me sit down(xxx) of course she
|1doesn't
can't1|
feel anything yet only the usual nonsense & giggling
|1|athata|
Conny Connolly
|aw
writing to
hera| in white ink on black
paper &
sealingwax1| though
she clapped at the time because he looked handsome I thought afterwards
it must be real love
if a man gives up his life that way for her for nothing I suppose there are
a few men like that left it's hard to believe in it though unless it
happened to you
|1|athe
majority of them
|bwithout
with notb| a particle of love
in their naturesa|
two people
in love like
that
|anowadaysa|
full of each
other they're usually a bit foolish in the
head1|
she's always
making love to my things too the few old rags I have
|1wanting
to put her hair up at fifteen she's time enough for that all her life
after1| of course
she's restless
knowing she's pretty I was too but there's no use going to the
fair with the thing answering me
like a fishwoman
when I asked her(xxx) to go for a head of cabbage till
I gave her a
|1damn
fine1|
crack
on the ear she
had me
|1so
that1|
nervous that was the
last time she
turned on the
teartap of course I was like that myself they daren't order me about
the place it's his fault of course having us both slaving here instead of
getting a woman in long ago am I ever going to have a proper
{ms, 10}
servant again that old
Mrs Fleming you
have to be walking round after
him her putting the
things into her hands
sneezing and farting
into the pots well of course she's old she can't help it
|1a good
job I found that
|adirtya|
old smelly rag
behind the dresser
|aI
knew there was something
rottenºa|
and opened the window
to let out the
smell bringing in his friends to entertain them especially Simon
Dedalus' son |ahis
father such a criticisera| in
the dirty old kitchen now is he right in his head I ask
my old drawers might
have been hanging up too on exhibition
|afor all he'd
carea|
with the ironmould
mark the stupid old thing burned on them he might think was something else
|aanda|
she never rendered
down that(xxx) fat I told her
either(xxx)1| now
she's going to
go(xxx)
|1bad
such1|
as she was on account
of her paralysed husband getting worse
sweet God sweet
God well when
I'm dead and in my grave I suppose I'll have some peace.
I wonder is there anything the matter with my inside(xxx) getting that thing
like that every week
when was it last I
Whit Monday yes it's only about three weeks when I had that
white thing coming
from me when I went to that dry old stick
Dr Collins
|1for
women's
diseases1| your vagina
as he calls it(xxx) I suppose
that's how he
gets round the rich ones that come(xxx) running into him for every
fiddlefaddle I
her vagina and her
cochinchina I wouldn't marry him if he was the last man in the world
smelling around all
kinds of filthy women all sides asking me
did if
what I did
had a bad smell
what does he want me to do but the one thing
|1gold
maybe1| such a
question if I
smathered it over
his
|1dry
wrinkled1|
old face for him I suppose he'd know
|1|athat's
a nice invention too the only thing(xxx) I like after is(xxx) letting myself
down as far as I can squeeze and pull the chain
to flush it nice
cool pins & needlesa|
still there's something in it
I used to know by
Milly's when she was a child whether she was well or
not1| then paying him
then how much is that one guinea please asking me had I frequent emissions where
do those fellows get the words with his
|1shortsighted1|
eyes on me sideways
|1I
wouldn't trust him too much give me chloroform or God knows what
else1| he was
clever to know that of course it was thinking of him and
his mad letters
|1everything(xxx)
underlined twice
|athat
comes from connected
witha| your
d
glorious young
body is divine
everything underlined twice that comes from it is divine and
beautiful1|
had me always at
myself four & five times a day sometimes and I said I hadn't are
you quite sure O yes I said I am quite sure
|1in a
way1| that shut him up
|1I knew
what was coming
after1| only
|1natural1|
weakness it was he excited me I don't know how the first night we met in
Dolphin's barn(xxx) when I was living in
{ms, 11}
Rehoboth we stood staring at each other for about 10 minutes he
a used to amuse
me(xxx) the sly things he said with his halfsmile they said he was going to
stand for a member of parliament O wasn't I(xxx) the fool to believe all
his talk about homerule(xxx) and the land league
sending me that long
strool of a thing out of the Huguenots to sing then
|1might
he as a great favour1|
the very 1st time he got a chance in Brighton square running
into my bedroom pretending it was the ink on his hands and trying(xxx) to wash
it off with the milk & sulphur soap I used
and the gelatine still
round it O I
laughed myself sick that day I better get up off this affair
he kneels down to do
it I never saw a man with such funny habits look at the way he's
sleeping with his hand
on his nose
he's like that
big god he took me
to show in the museum
all yellow in a
pinafore lying on his bideº
on his hand with his
ten toes stuck out as happy as if the devil had him(xxx) that he said had a
bigger religion than Our Lord's
|1in
Asia1| I suppose
he's trying to imitate him damn this thing anyway where's this those
napkins are ah yes I know I hope the old press doesn't creak ah I knew it
would he's sleeping hard still she must have given him great value for his
money of course he has to pay her first O this nuisance of a thing
I hope they'll
have something better for us in the next world tying ourselves up
that's all right now O God help us now the lumpy old jingly bed
George's church wait three quarters the hour one two o'clock
that's a nice hour for him to be coming home at to
{ms, 12}
anybody climbing down into the area if anyone saw him
I'll knock him
off that little habit tomorrow then
tucked up in bed like
a baby dreaming all kinds of villainy I suppose then tea and toast for him
and newlaid eggs I suppose I'm nothing any more when I wouldn't let
him touch me in Holles street one night
he slept on the floor
half the night naked and
wouldn't eat any
breakfast or speak he forgets that but I don't I'll make him do it
again if he doesn't mind himself I wonder
what
was it her Josie
he's such a born liar too
no he wouldn't
have the courage with a married woman that's why he wants me and Boylan
I suppose that's where his money goes this is the fruits of Mr Paddy
Dignam's funeral yes they were all at the
|1great1|
funeral in the paper L Boom and Tom Kernan, that drunken little barrelly man,
and Martin Cunningham and the two Dedaluses and
M'Coy, white
head of cabbage, I
see it all now they call that friendship killing & burying one another and
they all with wives and families at home especially Jack Power keeping that
barmaid he does of course his wife is always ill or going to be ill or getting
over it and he's a goodlooking man still though he's getting a bit
grey they're a nice lot all of them well they're not going to get my
husband into their clutches if I can help it making fun of him behind his back
when he goes on with his idiotics because he doesn't squander
|1all
his money every
penny piece he
has1| down their gullets
{ms, 13}
goodfornothings
poor
old Paddy Dignam
I'm sorry in a way he was a comical little teetotum wasn't he at
the(xxx) yes he was at the Glencree dinner and Ben Dollard with his base
barreltone the night he borrowed the trousers
|1in
Holles street1| to
sing out of squeezed and squashed into them and grinning all his
|1big
fat1|
Dollard face he did look
like a
balmy ballocks
sure enough that must have been a spectacle on the stage imagine paying 5/- in
the preserved
seats for that and Simon Dedalus too always
turning up screwed
singing the second verse first so sweetly sang the maiden on the hawthorn bough
he was always on for
flirtyf
flirtifying when I sang
Maritana(xxx)º with him at Freddy
Mayers'(xxx) private opera he had a delicious voice all over you like a
warm showerbath
|1we sang
splendidly together and he was married at the time to May
Goulding1| then
he'd say something to knock all(xxx) the good out of it he's a widower
now I wonder what kind is his son
I said he says
he's an
author and going to be a
professor of
Italian and I'm to take lessons
what is he driving
at now I saw him driving down to the Kingsbridge with his father &
mother I was in mourning that's
eleven years ago
now yes he'd be eleven though it was useless to go in mourning for neither
one thing nor the other I suppose he's a man now by this time
{ms, 14}
|1No
that's no way has he no refinement nor no delicacy
|ain
hima|1| Slapping us
behind like that
|1on my
bottom1| I don't
call that very gentlemanly
|1that's
what you get for
|aletting
them get too familiar not keeping them in their places more
|bof course he's right
enough in a way to pass the time as a
jokeb|a|1| O well I
suppose it's because they were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat
they excite me a bit sometimes it's well for
meº all the pleasure they get off a
woman's body we're so round and white for them
I wish I
was one myself for
a change
|1with
that thing they have
so hard and still it's so soft to
touch1| they can
pick &
choose what they please young
girl or a married woman or a
young gi fast widow
or a young girl for their different tastes but we're to be always
|1chained
chaining
us1| up
they won't chain
me up now no
fear once I start
|1|aI
tell youa| for their stupid
husband's jealousy why can't we all be friends over it instead of
quarrelling her husband found it out
|aand he going to the other
extreme about the wifea| of
course the man never even casts a thought on the husband
|aor
wifea| why should he(xxx)
either the woman he wants and he gets her what else were we given all those
desires for
sure1|
they wouldn't be in the world
at all only for us I can't help it if I'm young still
can I it's a wonder I'm not an old shrivelled hag
|1|abefore
my timea|
living1| with
him so cold never
embracing me except sometimes when he's asleep and doesn't know
what he's doing as if a woman didn't want to be embraced 20 times a
day almost
|1to make
her look young
|a|bno
matter by whom(xxx) so long as to be in love or loved by somebody
|cif the fellow you want
isn't therec|b| that
sometimes by God I was thinking would I go around by the quays there of a
evening where nobody'd know me and
pick up
a sailor off the sea
that'dº
hot on for it and
not care whose I was and do it up in a gate somewhere just(xxx) what they do
themselves the fine gentlemen didn't I see that K.C. coming out of
Hardwicke lane the
night we were had
the fish supper with Boylan I knew him by his gaiters and the walk and when
I turned round a minute there was a woman after coming out of it too only I
suppose those
|athings
sailorsa| you'd pick up
like that are rotten again with
diseasea|1| O move
over your big carcase(xxx) out of that
for the love of
Mike so well he may sleep and I'm to go moiling down in the
kitchen(xxx) to get him breakfast will I indeed I'd like to see myself I
don't care what anyone elseº
it'd be much better for the world to be governed by women you wouldn't
see women going and killing one another and slaughtering one another(xxx) when
do you see the women rolling
|1round
around1|
drunk like they do
|1yes1|
because a woman whatever she does she knows when(xxx) to stop sure they
wouldn't be in the world at all only for us they don't know what it
{ms, 15}
is to be a woman and
a mother
where would they all
be if they hadn't all
|1a1|
mother to look after them that's why I suppose he's running wild
now out at night away from his books and studies and not living at home on
account of the usual
|1rowing
rowy
house1| or
whatever you see those that have a fine son like that they're not satisfied
|1and I
with(xxx) none was he not able to make a son that disheartened me altogether
I suppose I
oughtn't to have buried him in that little woolly
|acrying
as I was(xxx)a|
but given(xxx) it to
some poor child O
I'm not going
to think about that any
more1| I wonder
why he wouldn't stay the night instead of roving around the city meeting
God knows who
nightwalkers
& pickpockets his poor mother wdn't like that if she was alive ruining
himself for life perhaps he could easy have slept in there on the sofa I suppose
he was
|1shy
as
shy as a boy1|
being young of me in the next room he'd have heard me on the chamber arrah
what harm Dedalus I wonder it's like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz
Delagracia they had the devil's queer names there Father Vilaplana
|1of
Santa Maria1|
that gave me the
rosary Rosales y O'Reilly in the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo
and Mrs Opisso in Governor's(xxx) street O
|1my(xxx)1|
what a name and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and
Rodger's ramp and Devil's gap steps well small blame to me if I'm
a
|1bit1|
harumscarum
|1I know
I am a bit1| I declare
to God I don't feel a day older than then I wonder could I get my tongue
round any of the Spanish Como esta usted
|1my
muy1|
bien gracias y usted
|1I
haven't forgotten it all you see I thought I
had1|
I can
|1tell1|
him the Spanish and he
m tell me the
Italian then he'd(xxx)º see
I'm not so ignorant what a pity he didn't stay I'm sure the poor
{ms, 16}
fellow wanted a good sleep I could have brought him in his breakfast in bed
with a bit of toast
|1|aSo as
I don't do it with the knife for bad
lucka| or if the woman
was going around with the watercress & ground ivy(xxx) something nice and
tasty1| do the
criada(xxx) the room looks all right since I changed it that way you see
something was telling me all the time I'd have to introduce myself
|1not
knowing me from Adam1|
very funny wouldn't it I'm his wife or pretend we were in Spain with
him half awake
|1without
a God's notion where he
is1| dos huevos
estrellados Lord the mad things come into my head sometimes it'd be great
fun suppose he stayed with us
|1why not
there's the room upstairs empty and Milly's bed in the
backroom(xxx)1|
I'd love to have a long talk with an intelligent person I'd have to
get a nice pair of red slippers or yellow and a nice semitransparent morning
gown that I badly want I'll just give him one more chance first(xxx)
I'll get up early in the morning I'm sick of the bed in any case then
I'll throw him up his eggs and tea I know what I'll do I'll go
about rather gay singing a bit now and again then I'll start dressing
myself
|1to go
out1| I'll put on
my best shift & drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make him
stand I'll let him know
if that's what he
wanted that his
wife is fucked & damn well fucked
|1too1|
not by him four or five times running
|1it's
all his own fault if I'm an
adulteress
|aserve
him righta|1| much
about it
|1if
that's all the harm ever we did in this world God knows it's not much
I suppose that's what we're supposed to be there for or He wdn't
have made us like
that1| then if he
wants to kiss my bottom I'll
|1give
it stick it
out1| to him
as large as life
then I'll tell him I want £1 or perhaps 30/-(xxx) I'll say(xxx)
I
{ms, 17}
want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well he won't be
too bad I'll let him do it off on me behind provided he doesn't
smear all my good
drawers on me(xxx) O I suppose that can't be helped I'll do the
indifferent one or two questions I'll know by the
way the answers when
he's like that he can't keep a thing in then I'll suggest about
yes O wait now I'll be quite gay & friendly O but I was forgetting this
bloody
|1pest of
a1| thing
poo pfooh no
I'll have to wear the old things so much the better it'll be more
pointed
|1he
won't know whether I did or I
didn't1| then
I'll go out I'll go to Lambe's there beside Findlater's and
I'll get them to send up(xxx) some flowers to put about the place in case
he brings him home tomorrow today I mean no no Friday's a bad day first I
want to do the place up someway then we can have music and cigarettes those
fairy cakes in Lipton's at 7 ½d a lb or the other ones with the
cherries in them and pink sugar 11d a couple of lbs of those a nice plant for
the middle of the table I'd get that cheaper in wait where's this(xxx)
I saw them not long ago I love flowers I'd like to have the whole place swimming in roses
{ms, 18}
there's nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the
waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and
all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and
lakes and flowers all kinds of shapes and smells and colours growing even in the
ditches primroses and violets nature it is as
g for
them saying
there's no God I wdn't give a snap of my fingers for all their
learning
|1why
don't they go and create something
|aI often asked him go and
wash the cobbles off
themselves firsta| then
they send for the priest and they dying
& why why
because they're afraid ah
yes1| who was the
first person
|1in
the universe1|
that made
|1it1|
all that they don't know neither do I so there you are what did she on
Howth where we were lying among the rhododendrons the day
I got him to
propose
|1and it
was leapyear too(xxx) like now 16(xxx) yrs ago my
God1| after that long
kiss I
|1near1|
lost my breath
|1yes
he1| said I was
a flower of the
mountain
|1yes1|
so we are flowers all
|1our
a
woman's1| body
is(xxx)
|1yes1|
that was one true thing he said and the sun shines for you that's why I
liked him
|1because
I saw |ahe understood smthg
anda| I
cd manage
him1| and gave him all
the pleasure I could till he asked me to say yes and I didn't answer only
looked I was thinking of so many things Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and
father and old Captain(xxx) Groves
|1and as
well him as another1|
and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a flower of the mountain and I asked him
with my eyes to ask me(xxx) again and then he asked me would I to say yes my
mountain flower and then I put my arms around him and
{ms, 19}
drew him down to me
|1so he
could smell my
perfume1| and I said I
would will yes.